Post by Mr. Showtime on May 21, 2006 16:52:32 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in what sees to be a vast corn field. The wind blows ever so slightly and all the stalks sway with the wind. The sun is sitting rather low in the sky and is giving off a mellow color of rose right before the sun has descended below the horizon. The sun is at a massive size, not that the sun has actually grown but the perception of it has increased. In the background you can hear the sound of an acoustic guitar being played. It’s just a mixture of broken songs, some that sound familiar and others that don’t. None of which are in complete songs. The view of this corn field is pull back a bit showing that right in front of this field is an old house. It’s white and falling apart, and you can get a glimpse of an old red barn sitting towards the right of house.)
(Sitting on the patio on a swinging bench is “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght not looking as he normally does. He is wearing the rest of his black designer suit, but his jacket had been taken off and resting over the arm of the bench. His Green dress shirt has had it’s tie removed, with the sleeves rolled up and still wearing his brown and gold aviators. He is slowly rocking back and forth with a black acoustic guitar on his lap. He had never really been all that great at playing this instrument but he like playing the parts of songs that he had learned over the years. It’s been ages since he had visited this old white house, the last time he was here was to save it from being bulldozed to the ground. Years ago the owner had not been able to pay the taxes and on the last day before everything was finalize he had received a call. While he was younger his father use to take him to thins place, and at that time is was a horse ranch. The two residence use to take families out in the back forest for rides on their noble steeds. Now it was a bit pathetic.
(The main reason was that the man who had been the main owner of all of this had passed away. It was just his time leaving his widow with all of this and not the ability to care for it. She knew Mr. Showtime through the years that he use to come here, and when he was younger he actually became a ranch hand around these parts. That was before he had made all of his money and still had to work to get by. He loved it here even still, now that there was only this old house, three horses in the old red barn and all this corn which always grown like wild flowers for some reason. For a while now this all belong to Showtime, though he doesn’t come around like he use to. He left the three horses; one for himself, Perfection and the old widow who still occupied the grounds. He has always let her stay here, it was her house in which he husband had built with his own hands. The only thing that she had to do while here was make sure that the horses were safe and taken care of, which Showtime paid for of course.)
(It sounds like Showtime had a soft spot for the woman, but that wasn’t completely true. It was mainly due to his own greed that this is all here. This is all for him at his disposal and that’s how he likes it. Though a few signs of charity were thrown in, it was for him. You hear the sound of a screen door open an close, slamming hard as it shut. Out walks this elderly woman who has to be in her eighties if anything holding a plate and fork. She brings it over to Showtime while he is sitting back enjoying the sunset.)[/color]
Woman: I made you some of that apple cobbler.
(Showtime just smiles taking it from her and placing the guitar against the house. Though earlier he insisted no her not making it, he took it with a smile. Very rarely do you see Showtime showing anyone respect, and this isn’t a new side of him either. It’s just what you do when some one of this age gives you anything. He woofs down the tasty treat and places the plate at his feet. Now a bit full he leans back leaving the guitar at his side. He begins to drift into the thought that he had come out here to get done. The reason that he had come out here was...)[/color]
Showtime: Phinehas Grimm...
(In a low grumble this name passes Showtime’s lips. Just the mention of it almost negates the sweet taste of the apple cobble that he had just eaten. That brute, with his harsh hollow words, is all that he been on Showtime’s mind. Rightfully so for this is the two’s end. Showtime has stated before that if he loses fair and square he will back off of the dirty ruffians heels. He will back off graciously leaving him to go one with his own business, and if after Showtime beats Phinehas would like a rematch...Showtime would think about it. This whole situation just makes Showtime laugh. Though these two have faced off against each other twice and Grimm has come out victorious both times neither were fair victories. And some how this leaves Showtime as the bad guy.)
(Time and time again Showtime is the one that has been screwed over, but who is it that the fans still boo? You got it, that brings us to the Showtime you see today. He’s a changed man from before when he use to heed to the words of those idiots that pay to see him wrestle. They are what brought on this...what they say asshole. It actually was beneficial for now Showtime can do what he wants, and what he wants to do is ruin Phinehas Grimm. That’s all that he wants the International title is actually taken a back seat to the hate that Showtime has for his grime opponent. This would be the end of all the hate, all of the punishment that both men had been throwing at each other.)
(Showtime had no respect for the style in which Phinehas chooses to fight with. Though he is a great fighter he is no wrestler and Showtime is ready to have this match all be determined on the mat. This is where Showtime will excel and no one can change any rules to bend to Phinehas. This time it will all be over and that keeps the cocky half smile of Showtime’s face. The wind is still blowing pushing the corn from side to side, and the sun has had it’s very last bit of itself kiss the sky for the day. As the sky begins to fill with stars the camera fades to black and cuts to snow.)[/color]
(Sitting on the patio on a swinging bench is “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght not looking as he normally does. He is wearing the rest of his black designer suit, but his jacket had been taken off and resting over the arm of the bench. His Green dress shirt has had it’s tie removed, with the sleeves rolled up and still wearing his brown and gold aviators. He is slowly rocking back and forth with a black acoustic guitar on his lap. He had never really been all that great at playing this instrument but he like playing the parts of songs that he had learned over the years. It’s been ages since he had visited this old white house, the last time he was here was to save it from being bulldozed to the ground. Years ago the owner had not been able to pay the taxes and on the last day before everything was finalize he had received a call. While he was younger his father use to take him to thins place, and at that time is was a horse ranch. The two residence use to take families out in the back forest for rides on their noble steeds. Now it was a bit pathetic.
(The main reason was that the man who had been the main owner of all of this had passed away. It was just his time leaving his widow with all of this and not the ability to care for it. She knew Mr. Showtime through the years that he use to come here, and when he was younger he actually became a ranch hand around these parts. That was before he had made all of his money and still had to work to get by. He loved it here even still, now that there was only this old house, three horses in the old red barn and all this corn which always grown like wild flowers for some reason. For a while now this all belong to Showtime, though he doesn’t come around like he use to. He left the three horses; one for himself, Perfection and the old widow who still occupied the grounds. He has always let her stay here, it was her house in which he husband had built with his own hands. The only thing that she had to do while here was make sure that the horses were safe and taken care of, which Showtime paid for of course.)
(It sounds like Showtime had a soft spot for the woman, but that wasn’t completely true. It was mainly due to his own greed that this is all here. This is all for him at his disposal and that’s how he likes it. Though a few signs of charity were thrown in, it was for him. You hear the sound of a screen door open an close, slamming hard as it shut. Out walks this elderly woman who has to be in her eighties if anything holding a plate and fork. She brings it over to Showtime while he is sitting back enjoying the sunset.)[/color]
Woman: I made you some of that apple cobbler.
(Showtime just smiles taking it from her and placing the guitar against the house. Though earlier he insisted no her not making it, he took it with a smile. Very rarely do you see Showtime showing anyone respect, and this isn’t a new side of him either. It’s just what you do when some one of this age gives you anything. He woofs down the tasty treat and places the plate at his feet. Now a bit full he leans back leaving the guitar at his side. He begins to drift into the thought that he had come out here to get done. The reason that he had come out here was...)[/color]
Showtime: Phinehas Grimm...
(In a low grumble this name passes Showtime’s lips. Just the mention of it almost negates the sweet taste of the apple cobble that he had just eaten. That brute, with his harsh hollow words, is all that he been on Showtime’s mind. Rightfully so for this is the two’s end. Showtime has stated before that if he loses fair and square he will back off of the dirty ruffians heels. He will back off graciously leaving him to go one with his own business, and if after Showtime beats Phinehas would like a rematch...Showtime would think about it. This whole situation just makes Showtime laugh. Though these two have faced off against each other twice and Grimm has come out victorious both times neither were fair victories. And some how this leaves Showtime as the bad guy.)
(Time and time again Showtime is the one that has been screwed over, but who is it that the fans still boo? You got it, that brings us to the Showtime you see today. He’s a changed man from before when he use to heed to the words of those idiots that pay to see him wrestle. They are what brought on this...what they say asshole. It actually was beneficial for now Showtime can do what he wants, and what he wants to do is ruin Phinehas Grimm. That’s all that he wants the International title is actually taken a back seat to the hate that Showtime has for his grime opponent. This would be the end of all the hate, all of the punishment that both men had been throwing at each other.)
(Showtime had no respect for the style in which Phinehas chooses to fight with. Though he is a great fighter he is no wrestler and Showtime is ready to have this match all be determined on the mat. This is where Showtime will excel and no one can change any rules to bend to Phinehas. This time it will all be over and that keeps the cocky half smile of Showtime’s face. The wind is still blowing pushing the corn from side to side, and the sun has had it’s very last bit of itself kiss the sky for the day. As the sky begins to fill with stars the camera fades to black and cuts to snow.)[/color]
