Post by Non Compos Mentis on May 20, 2006 12:29:52 GMT -5
[The scene opens with a view of a limestone surface that has been battered by the effects of time. We can see this because of the rough edges and dimples that are the results of wind and rain erosion and petty vandalism. We pull out from the image of the limestone surface to see what it is a part of, a gravestone, one of thousands standing proud in this particular cemetery.
On the gravestone are a few lines of text sitting in the centre of the face of the tablet. These lines say ‘Rebecca and Geoffrey Rhodes – The tragic loss of a happy couple.’
We look around at the scenery surrounding and engulfing the cemetery to see an arrangement of coniferous, deciduous and evergreen foliage hanging over a Victorian style iron fence that has rusted into an unsightly orange-red colour.
Throughout the graveyard there are spots of greenery that lighten up the otherwise depressed atmosphere. Every 10th or 15th gravestone along a row is a patch of assorted small flowers in brightly toned colours. These serve as lighteners to the dull colour scheme of grey stone and non-descript grass.
We turn around to the from the view of the face of ‘Rebecca and Geoffrey Rhodes’’ tombstone. As we look around a figure gradually comes into focus. First the shoulder and upper arm, dressed in what appears to be black denim. We move further to see only the chest and extensive facial hair of the figure, this time there is a clear parting in the black denim where a clear black t-shirt is seen underneath. The facial hair seems to just breech into our view as a neatly arranged beard. We move up to see the face of the figure.
Non Compos Mentis. Standing, looking down at the grave, partially in sadness and partially in disgust.]
Non Compos Mentis: Here we are again. Its been six months since I last came here. A lot of things have changed since then. I am successful now, you would have liked that wouldn’t you.
I told you last time that I was a wrestler. Last time I was just entering the company, now I am a champion. You would never have accepted me being a wrestler if you were alive, but things happened that I couldn’t avoid.
You knew I was missing, Sofia told you that I was in the asylum. You could have found me, you could have tried to get me out. But you didn’t, you were too embarrassed that I was even in there to begin with that you didn’t even want to find out if I was mad.
When I got out I came looking for you. I went back home and found out what happened to you two. You never did lock the back door Dad, you always insisted that the neighbourhood was safe. He’s in jail for life now, they caught him a few streets away after he tried to run.
After I found you, no matter what you had done, I grieved. Well I didn’t, but your son did. A slow process, but he did it anyway.
You know there are 5 stages that he went through, that everyone goes through.
The 5 stages of grief.
Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance.
He went through them all in turn. Each more crippling than the last. I just sat back and watched. But now I have engaged in a hobby of watching others and realizing that other people go through these ‘stages’ too.
You don’t know Dan Ellis and Kyle Time do you. No. These are my new adversaries, the new challengers that have emerged from wherever the hell they came from. They have stupid delusions that they can take my title away.
They have or will go through these stages.
Denial. ‘Dynamite’ Dan Ellis is in denial that he is losing this battle with me. Through constant attacks and trading of insults for weeks both of us are exactly where we were before. He has got nowhere with his race for my title. He has a half assed title shot so that management can shut him up. He is in denial of the sheer fact that he is going to lose to me at Collision Course.
Kyle Time and Al Laiman, that’s his manager by the way, Are in denial that they don’t have the skills they need to progress past their current position. They have been thrown into a hopeless title match because management hates me and wants to get rid of me.
First they try to GIVE Benjamin Banks the title, even though I was the top contender. Then they give Byrd and Atlas title shots and now this. First a rookie limey and then the last ditch inclusion of Time to shake me up.
Well Done PCW, all you have done is anger me.
[Mentis walks away from the grave by a few paces and stands, looking around at the scenery. He looks around at the trees and then back at the grave as if it had just said something to him.]
Non Compos Mentis: Anger, Hell I’m the most angry out of us. How do you think I feel, PCW management is too occupied trying to oust me that they cant even be bothered to pick a decent main eventer to face me. Byrd, Atlas, Banks, Ellis and Time. Where is Anderson, Lantlas, Prophet, hell even Pegasus, a former PCW world champion.
I get a Limey and a teenage girl-look alike.
I am not just angry, I’m pissed off.
Then the Bargaining. I suppose Ellis and Time had to plead, no, scratch that, BEG, PCW management to get these title shots. Lets face it, there are far more worthy people out there than them two.
They had to kiss some real ass to get where they are. I fought hard for mine, and when the time came I made my advance and I forced my way onto the scene without any help from PCW management. By doing that I got myself into a WORLD title shot and a North American title shot.
Al Laiman, not so long ago you told me that the North American title was my glass ceiling. Laiman, how wrong could you have been. I have already had one world title shot and I didn’t even get pinned to lose the match.
Laiman, If you think this is my glass ceiling, I will prove you wrong at Collision Course when I obliterate it and then watch as the shards of your very own prophecy fall and slash Dan Ellis’, Kyle Time’s and Laiman’s careers to pieces.
Depression, is what you will feel when you get half way into the match and you realise, “I just aint really that good.” When self doubt starts to creep in, your mind will wander and you will gradually fall into a pit of despair as you realise that the more experienced, the more powerful and the more skilled wrester will come out on top.
And finally, Acceptance. When I beat both Dan Ellis and Kyle Time they will have no choice but to accept that I am the better man. They will have no choice but to accept that they were not good enough to beat me.
And Al Laiman, you had better be prepared to accept that your little bitch of new client is not anywhere near as good as I am. You said that Geno was a mistake, I say that a good workman never blames his tools. You say that you are only 25 and that you have already accomplished more than I could ever dream of, I say that you have achieved nothing, you have sat at ringside and you have given some advice. Have you won an actual Championship Belt, for that matter have you ever had a title shot. You may have been a wrestler but what I say is that if you cant succeed as a wrestler then you manage one.
Laiman, You have said many things but you have yet to intimidate me and you have yet to make me think anything other than I will win the triple threat match at Collision Course.
You had better accept one thing, Ellis, Time and Laiman, You had better accept that you will lose this match and that I will single-handedly destroy all of your careers.
[Mentis looks of to his left to see Sofia walking up to him, wearing a black leather trench coat and matching tank top and pants.]
Sofia: It’s time to go. We have to be at the gym in half and hour.
Non Compos Mentis: I’ll be there in a minute.
[Sofia walks off and Mentis walks to beside the gravestone and picks up a bucket of flowers before leaning I on the headstone of the grave.]
Non Compos Mentis: I might be a different person now, but I still have some respect for the dead. It’s a shame you had no respect for me.
[Mentis stands up from a crouched position in front of the grave and then walks off to his left. From here, the scene slowly fades to black.]
On the gravestone are a few lines of text sitting in the centre of the face of the tablet. These lines say ‘Rebecca and Geoffrey Rhodes – The tragic loss of a happy couple.’
We look around at the scenery surrounding and engulfing the cemetery to see an arrangement of coniferous, deciduous and evergreen foliage hanging over a Victorian style iron fence that has rusted into an unsightly orange-red colour.
Throughout the graveyard there are spots of greenery that lighten up the otherwise depressed atmosphere. Every 10th or 15th gravestone along a row is a patch of assorted small flowers in brightly toned colours. These serve as lighteners to the dull colour scheme of grey stone and non-descript grass.
We turn around to the from the view of the face of ‘Rebecca and Geoffrey Rhodes’’ tombstone. As we look around a figure gradually comes into focus. First the shoulder and upper arm, dressed in what appears to be black denim. We move further to see only the chest and extensive facial hair of the figure, this time there is a clear parting in the black denim where a clear black t-shirt is seen underneath. The facial hair seems to just breech into our view as a neatly arranged beard. We move up to see the face of the figure.
Non Compos Mentis. Standing, looking down at the grave, partially in sadness and partially in disgust.]
Non Compos Mentis: Here we are again. Its been six months since I last came here. A lot of things have changed since then. I am successful now, you would have liked that wouldn’t you.
I told you last time that I was a wrestler. Last time I was just entering the company, now I am a champion. You would never have accepted me being a wrestler if you were alive, but things happened that I couldn’t avoid.
You knew I was missing, Sofia told you that I was in the asylum. You could have found me, you could have tried to get me out. But you didn’t, you were too embarrassed that I was even in there to begin with that you didn’t even want to find out if I was mad.
When I got out I came looking for you. I went back home and found out what happened to you two. You never did lock the back door Dad, you always insisted that the neighbourhood was safe. He’s in jail for life now, they caught him a few streets away after he tried to run.
After I found you, no matter what you had done, I grieved. Well I didn’t, but your son did. A slow process, but he did it anyway.
You know there are 5 stages that he went through, that everyone goes through.
The 5 stages of grief.
Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance.
He went through them all in turn. Each more crippling than the last. I just sat back and watched. But now I have engaged in a hobby of watching others and realizing that other people go through these ‘stages’ too.
You don’t know Dan Ellis and Kyle Time do you. No. These are my new adversaries, the new challengers that have emerged from wherever the hell they came from. They have stupid delusions that they can take my title away.
They have or will go through these stages.
Denial. ‘Dynamite’ Dan Ellis is in denial that he is losing this battle with me. Through constant attacks and trading of insults for weeks both of us are exactly where we were before. He has got nowhere with his race for my title. He has a half assed title shot so that management can shut him up. He is in denial of the sheer fact that he is going to lose to me at Collision Course.
Kyle Time and Al Laiman, that’s his manager by the way, Are in denial that they don’t have the skills they need to progress past their current position. They have been thrown into a hopeless title match because management hates me and wants to get rid of me.
First they try to GIVE Benjamin Banks the title, even though I was the top contender. Then they give Byrd and Atlas title shots and now this. First a rookie limey and then the last ditch inclusion of Time to shake me up.
Well Done PCW, all you have done is anger me.
[Mentis walks away from the grave by a few paces and stands, looking around at the scenery. He looks around at the trees and then back at the grave as if it had just said something to him.]
Non Compos Mentis: Anger, Hell I’m the most angry out of us. How do you think I feel, PCW management is too occupied trying to oust me that they cant even be bothered to pick a decent main eventer to face me. Byrd, Atlas, Banks, Ellis and Time. Where is Anderson, Lantlas, Prophet, hell even Pegasus, a former PCW world champion.
I get a Limey and a teenage girl-look alike.
I am not just angry, I’m pissed off.
Then the Bargaining. I suppose Ellis and Time had to plead, no, scratch that, BEG, PCW management to get these title shots. Lets face it, there are far more worthy people out there than them two.
They had to kiss some real ass to get where they are. I fought hard for mine, and when the time came I made my advance and I forced my way onto the scene without any help from PCW management. By doing that I got myself into a WORLD title shot and a North American title shot.
Al Laiman, not so long ago you told me that the North American title was my glass ceiling. Laiman, how wrong could you have been. I have already had one world title shot and I didn’t even get pinned to lose the match.
Laiman, If you think this is my glass ceiling, I will prove you wrong at Collision Course when I obliterate it and then watch as the shards of your very own prophecy fall and slash Dan Ellis’, Kyle Time’s and Laiman’s careers to pieces.
Depression, is what you will feel when you get half way into the match and you realise, “I just aint really that good.” When self doubt starts to creep in, your mind will wander and you will gradually fall into a pit of despair as you realise that the more experienced, the more powerful and the more skilled wrester will come out on top.
And finally, Acceptance. When I beat both Dan Ellis and Kyle Time they will have no choice but to accept that I am the better man. They will have no choice but to accept that they were not good enough to beat me.
And Al Laiman, you had better be prepared to accept that your little bitch of new client is not anywhere near as good as I am. You said that Geno was a mistake, I say that a good workman never blames his tools. You say that you are only 25 and that you have already accomplished more than I could ever dream of, I say that you have achieved nothing, you have sat at ringside and you have given some advice. Have you won an actual Championship Belt, for that matter have you ever had a title shot. You may have been a wrestler but what I say is that if you cant succeed as a wrestler then you manage one.
Laiman, You have said many things but you have yet to intimidate me and you have yet to make me think anything other than I will win the triple threat match at Collision Course.
You had better accept one thing, Ellis, Time and Laiman, You had better accept that you will lose this match and that I will single-handedly destroy all of your careers.
[Mentis looks of to his left to see Sofia walking up to him, wearing a black leather trench coat and matching tank top and pants.]
Sofia: It’s time to go. We have to be at the gym in half and hour.
Non Compos Mentis: I’ll be there in a minute.
[Sofia walks off and Mentis walks to beside the gravestone and picks up a bucket of flowers before leaning I on the headstone of the grave.]
Non Compos Mentis: I might be a different person now, but I still have some respect for the dead. It’s a shame you had no respect for me.
[Mentis stands up from a crouched position in front of the grave and then walks off to his left. From here, the scene slowly fades to black.]
