Post by Mr. Showtime on Dec 11, 2005 15:54:05 GMT -5
(The scene opens up we are facing out towards the vast ocean. The ocean is a very deep color green, almost black. The water seems choppy but oddly enough there seems to be no sound in this shot. There is a pale grey bed of clouds covering the sky blocking the sunlight, but it is daytime. You can tell that the sun has not set, but what time of the day it is cannot be told. Other then that it seems like a normal beach. The camera slightly pans back a bit and it seems that behind visible sight is someone sitting on the sandy beach. Sitting there staring out into what seems to be an endless sea, is “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght. Showtime, in one of his designer black pinstriped suits wearing a tieless green dress shirt with only the top few buttons undone. His feet are on the ground but his knees are up, with Showtime’s arms locked around them. Not sure what he was doing here, Showtime just sits. You see he’s not sure how or when he got to this beach. Though there is a very familiar feeling in this setting. Showtime had been here before.)
(Silence is still all that fills the air. This awkward silence is what has kept Showtime sitting on for as long as he had. But now it was tome for him to stand and move on. Showtime gets to his feet and begins to look around. He goes to whip the sand off of his pants, but to his surprise there isn’t any. Not paying much attention to it he begins to make his way to the water. At this time light flurries begin to fall from the sky. Oddly enough it wasn’t really cold out. Maybe due to the lack of wind...Honestly it wasn’t really anything. The air felt still and with the snow a bit of fog began to roll in.)
Showtime: Wow that came in quick.
(As he says these word they echo in the silence. He was right though a nice layer of fog had settled and the snow had began to fall harder. Showtime startled himself a bit with the words, even though he wasn’t speaking all that loud. Now there is not much visible except you can see the waves still crashing, right in front of Showtime. In the distance you can almost hear something other then Showtime. It could be the bell of an offshore ship, but he wasn’t sure. He decided that the only way to figure it out was to just listen.)
The task has been set ahead of you Michael...
(These words actually echo, and they were load. They chimed out from somewhere in the misty sea. Showtime now realizes that he is in one of those dreams that had been plaguing him in recent weeks. But what some may say is plaguing, others call a message. Showtime knows what he is in for now , but chooses to roll with it. Showtime is facing out to the sea listening hard for the voice. He speaks into the distilled fog.)[/i][/color]
Showtime: Hello? Who are you?
Listen...
The option is yours what do you choose?
Benjamin’s career could hang in you hands....
Are you merciful?
Or will you rip his Pure Class career from him?
Showtime: I haven’t decided...I general don’t appreciate it when someone offers my money up. I sent that check to him for his own good. It wasn’t children I was looking to save at this point in time.
The children are not a worthy cause?
It seems to me that Benjamin is trying to help some people.
Showtime: It doesn’t matter to me what street urchins he wants to help. The reason he is doing this for pretty much the same reason I apologized publicly for costing him his match. I did it to save face and he’s only doing this to improve his image.
Isn’t image important?
You seem to put a lot of pride in your image...
Showtime: Who would be proud to be presenting this image. Benjamin Banks portrays the image of a diseased rodent. Respectability and class is everything in my eyes. I portray it. In ever sense of the word. Others around Pure Class...
I know...
You must decide your path...
He was the fool who put so much on the line...
Showtime: That is true. I would never throw my career on the line for a mere five grand. Especially, if the money was not going to mine afterwards.
He decided to dig his own grave...
Fault him all you want it will cost him everything!
Showtime: Cost...Ha!
I know...
It will probably be lost...
Showtime: I believe I will walk into Deadly Intension one half the Tag Team champions, but before I even fight I will lose my title. I have some Rookie defending my title, and then tell me that he would take it from me. I’m not sure who he thinks he’s talking to!!! I’m...
Mr. Showtime...
I know.
Leave him be though, you felt like those titles were just some gold and leather.
You won it...
Showtime: But I never lost it.
It’s time...
Shortly there will no longer be a Benjamin Banks in Pure Class...
After you rid them all of his presence, you will pull your self out of the mid-card...
It is unjust...
You beat a man and the next week he is Main Eventing and you...
You are left...
Left with nothing more then an opening match...
Which you were too good for...
Forget what the others say...
You are better...
Showtime: This is only a speed bump
In time it is coming...
(In the background there is the sound of heavy beeping. It’s faint and muffled but it seems to be joining with the voice.)
Michael...
Your destiny is awaiting you...
Will you meet it?
(Showtime jumps up and we are now in the bedroom of Mr. Showtime. The blankets have been thrown around leaving only a black silk sheet covering Showtime lower body. He is shirtless and is only this seen on him is a gold chain with a small medallion on in. It is too small for the camera to make out. That beeping was coming from the end table next to Showtime’s bed. The alarm had been going off for a while now. It was set for around 5:45 and the red number are seen changing for 6:17. He gets out of his bed, and now you can see him wearing a pair of yellow gym shorts. His cell phone had also been going off since he was to meet the limousine downstairs at six. He had been waiting for around twenty-five minutes now, but Showtime didn’t care. There is more and more that he finds himself not caring about these days. Except the fact that the old man was right the other day. He could have just been a figment of Showtime’s imagination, but Showtime was still convinced that he was there. Never the less he did say that all you needed to do is listen to the sea...and she’d talk to you. She did have some good points, and Showtime was running out of time. Deadly Intentions was a few hours away. Later that night Showtime would have to come out and address Benjamin on his proposal. It was his career we were talking about, isn’t it. Showtime grabs a gym bag from the chair in his room and a red t-shirt with two white letters in the shape of an OX. Showtime makes his way to his door ready to meet the driver to take him to his morning workout.)[/color]
(Silence is still all that fills the air. This awkward silence is what has kept Showtime sitting on for as long as he had. But now it was tome for him to stand and move on. Showtime gets to his feet and begins to look around. He goes to whip the sand off of his pants, but to his surprise there isn’t any. Not paying much attention to it he begins to make his way to the water. At this time light flurries begin to fall from the sky. Oddly enough it wasn’t really cold out. Maybe due to the lack of wind...Honestly it wasn’t really anything. The air felt still and with the snow a bit of fog began to roll in.)
Showtime: Wow that came in quick.
(As he says these word they echo in the silence. He was right though a nice layer of fog had settled and the snow had began to fall harder. Showtime startled himself a bit with the words, even though he wasn’t speaking all that loud. Now there is not much visible except you can see the waves still crashing, right in front of Showtime. In the distance you can almost hear something other then Showtime. It could be the bell of an offshore ship, but he wasn’t sure. He decided that the only way to figure it out was to just listen.)
The task has been set ahead of you Michael...
(These words actually echo, and they were load. They chimed out from somewhere in the misty sea. Showtime now realizes that he is in one of those dreams that had been plaguing him in recent weeks. But what some may say is plaguing, others call a message. Showtime knows what he is in for now , but chooses to roll with it. Showtime is facing out to the sea listening hard for the voice. He speaks into the distilled fog.)[/i][/color]
Showtime: Hello? Who are you?
Listen...
The option is yours what do you choose?
Benjamin’s career could hang in you hands....
Are you merciful?
Or will you rip his Pure Class career from him?
Showtime: I haven’t decided...I general don’t appreciate it when someone offers my money up. I sent that check to him for his own good. It wasn’t children I was looking to save at this point in time.
The children are not a worthy cause?
It seems to me that Benjamin is trying to help some people.
Showtime: It doesn’t matter to me what street urchins he wants to help. The reason he is doing this for pretty much the same reason I apologized publicly for costing him his match. I did it to save face and he’s only doing this to improve his image.
Isn’t image important?
You seem to put a lot of pride in your image...
Showtime: Who would be proud to be presenting this image. Benjamin Banks portrays the image of a diseased rodent. Respectability and class is everything in my eyes. I portray it. In ever sense of the word. Others around Pure Class...
I know...
You must decide your path...
He was the fool who put so much on the line...
Showtime: That is true. I would never throw my career on the line for a mere five grand. Especially, if the money was not going to mine afterwards.
He decided to dig his own grave...
Fault him all you want it will cost him everything!
Showtime: Cost...Ha!
I know...
It will probably be lost...
Showtime: I believe I will walk into Deadly Intension one half the Tag Team champions, but before I even fight I will lose my title. I have some Rookie defending my title, and then tell me that he would take it from me. I’m not sure who he thinks he’s talking to!!! I’m...
Mr. Showtime...
I know.
Leave him be though, you felt like those titles were just some gold and leather.
You won it...
Showtime: But I never lost it.
It’s time...
Shortly there will no longer be a Benjamin Banks in Pure Class...
After you rid them all of his presence, you will pull your self out of the mid-card...
It is unjust...
You beat a man and the next week he is Main Eventing and you...
You are left...
Left with nothing more then an opening match...
Which you were too good for...
Forget what the others say...
You are better...
Showtime: This is only a speed bump
In time it is coming...
(In the background there is the sound of heavy beeping. It’s faint and muffled but it seems to be joining with the voice.)
Michael...
Your destiny is awaiting you...
Will you meet it?
(Showtime jumps up and we are now in the bedroom of Mr. Showtime. The blankets have been thrown around leaving only a black silk sheet covering Showtime lower body. He is shirtless and is only this seen on him is a gold chain with a small medallion on in. It is too small for the camera to make out. That beeping was coming from the end table next to Showtime’s bed. The alarm had been going off for a while now. It was set for around 5:45 and the red number are seen changing for 6:17. He gets out of his bed, and now you can see him wearing a pair of yellow gym shorts. His cell phone had also been going off since he was to meet the limousine downstairs at six. He had been waiting for around twenty-five minutes now, but Showtime didn’t care. There is more and more that he finds himself not caring about these days. Except the fact that the old man was right the other day. He could have just been a figment of Showtime’s imagination, but Showtime was still convinced that he was there. Never the less he did say that all you needed to do is listen to the sea...and she’d talk to you. She did have some good points, and Showtime was running out of time. Deadly Intentions was a few hours away. Later that night Showtime would have to come out and address Benjamin on his proposal. It was his career we were talking about, isn’t it. Showtime grabs a gym bag from the chair in his room and a red t-shirt with two white letters in the shape of an OX. Showtime makes his way to his door ready to meet the driver to take him to his morning workout.)[/color]
