Post by Non Compos Mentis on Jun 11, 2006 15:37:58 GMT -5
[The scene opens with a view of what appears to be the now recognisable lounge of Non Compos Mentis’ apartment. In the centre of the room there is a glassless glass coffee table caused by having a paperweight thrown through it.
Near this is the deep red leather sofa and adjacent to this is a jet black recliner. It has various Television, DVD player and CD player remote controls placed along the arm rests.
We begin to move forward from our position by the double-glazed French windows and towards the corridor that runs through the apartment. We pass the red leather sofa and the coffee table, then the black recliner. We reach the corridor and look left to an open door leading into what seems to be the bedroom of the apartment.
We walk towards the door and get 5 feet away before we begin to hear voices from inside. Two clear voices are heard, a woman and a man. Both voices seem familiar and the surroundings tell us that the voices are Sofia and Non Compos Mentis.]
Non Compos Mentis: I don’t see the point.
Sofia: You need help Mentis, he can help you.
Non Compos Mentis: I don’t need help, it was a one off.
Sofia: Mentis, just do what he asks, and don’t cause any problems. He’ll be here soon.
Non Compos Mentis: Whatever.
[We turn around to see a door at the far end of the corridor. We move along the corridor until we reach the plain white wooden door. We can tell this door leads out of the apartment as it has a peep-hole in at eye level, allowing for the person to look outside.
We wait by the door for a minute with nothing happening. Suddenly there is an earth-shattering knock at the hard wooden door. We move to the peep-hole to see the enlarged face of the knocker. He appears to have dark blond hair, light blue eyes and, even without the enlargement from the magnifying glass, an oversized nose.
From behind us, Sofia emerges and advances down the corridor in our direction. She gets to the door and presses her eye against the viewing hole. When she recognises the man on the other side of the door she grabs the door handle and pulls it open revealing the full image of the man.
He is wearing a middle-priced two piece, navy blue suit with a purple shirt. We get a proper view of his face aswell. He has an arrangement of wrinkles and lines across his face. Far from being the reasonably youthful man we say through the viewing hole, this man looks middle aged and fatigued slightly.]
Man: Hi, I’m Michael Harris, the Psychological analyst.
Sofia: Yes, Yes, come in.
[Mr Harris walks into the apartment and is lead into the lounge by Sofia. She signals for his to take a seat on the red sofa and walks forward into the bedroom. Harris lifts a black attaché case onto what he thinks is a glass coffee table but, to his surprise, it drops straight through the frame. Confused, he pulls the case back out of the frame and rests it on the edge. He opens up the case and pulls out a large pad of paper and a black fountain pen.
In the corner of our eyes we see Non Compos Mentis walk into the room. He is wearing a full black outfit of short-sleeved shirt, slacks and trainers. He walks into the lounge and stares at the man sitting on the sofa.]
Mr Harris: Ah, you must be Sean.
Non Compos Mentis: No. Not Sean, That’s not my name.
Mr Harris: Ok, So what is your ‘name’?
Non Compos Mentis: Just call me Mentis alright.
Mr Harris: Ok, Mentis. Just take a seat and we’ll start.
[Mentis walks to the black recliner and sits down. All the time whilst doing this he keeps his eyes locked on the mysterious man that is sat on his sofa. Mentis then pulls the lever that releases the leg rest on the recliner. The man’s attentions become aroused when he notices the movement in the corner of his eyes.
He seems to be slightly confused by the actions of Mentis but also slightly irritated at his lack of seriousness. He then turns back to his pad and begins writing details about Mentis.
Then he looks up at Mentis and leans back onto the back of the sofa, still holding his pad and fountain pen.]
Mr Harris: OK, So I understand that you are having problems with ‘voices’?
Non Compos Mentis: It was just a one off, I’m fine.
Mr Harris: Well, many people believe it is just a ‘one off’ but it can advance further. I am told that you are a professional wrestler, is that true?
Non Compos Mentis: Yes I am, is that a problem?
Mr Harris: Maybe, it is a traumatic career that can cause a degree of physical and mental problems. Many wrestlers are forced to retire with chronic back pain. The mental side is less publicised though, there are a few examples here and there, for instance, I don’t know if you have ever worked with Buckshot McGraw.
Non Compos Mentis: Ha, McGraw really was mad.
Mr Harris: Neurotic actually. The stress got to him and he started to feel paranoid and refused to wrestle. Anyway, Tell me about your wrestling career at the moment.
Non Compos Mentis: Well, its going pretty well. Hell, I’m a champion at the moment. Nothing really important but it’s a belt and it puts me above everyone else that doesn’t have one.
But its also pretty stressful. I’m sure the PCW management doesn’t like me because they put me up against 5 opponents in 3 weeks before the last PPV. Atlas, Byrd twice, Dan Ellis and Kyle Time. I mean come on, they were trying to make sure I wasn’t the champion going into the PPV.
[Mr Harris looks down at his pad and begin to write quickly as not to miss anything that Mentis is saying.]
Mr Harris: And what about the future. Who do you wrestle next?
Non Compos Mentis: Well. On Trauma, the weekly show, I am in a handicap match, but I’m on the good side. I am the one with the partner. Albeit the partner is Seth Sinn. Just a Tag Champion, he isn’t anything up to what I am. But he is a partner, and my opponent, Anthony Douglas, doesn’t have one.
I face Douglas at the next PPV, Return to Glory. It for the title, again, but I aint gonna lose it to that guy. He’s undefeated as a singles competitor, sure. But I am a champion for a reason and I have won nearly three times as many matches as he has, I have beaten over 3 times as many wrestlers as he has. If Douglas has had 100 matches or 1000 matches, I can guarantee, no matter what he says, that he has never faced a wrestler like me and he has lost to hundreds worse than me.
Mr Harris: OK, Calm now. I can tell that you feel very strongly about that. Now, I’m going to tell you my ideas about what might be wrong with you.
Non Compos Mentis: Ok, but I wont promise about being polite about it.
Mr Harris: Ohhhh Kay. Firstly, I think that you are too possessive of your championship belt. I think its making you paranoid.
Non Compos Mentis: What? Paranoid. You don’t know much about wrestling do you?
Mr Harris: Look, I am the expert here.
Non Compos Mentis: That doesn’t mean you know anything. If you knew anything about wrestling you would know that a federation does not want a champion like me unless they can profit a hell of a lot from it, and they aren’t. They want to get rid of me and get Anthony Douglas as champion so their brand looks better.
And you have the sheer audacity to call me paranoid.
Mr Harris: Look, I don’t have to be here. I didn’t have to accept this meeting. And you have insulted me, you have insulted my work. You could have just listened and nodded like most of my clients, but no, you have to take offence.
Non Compos Mentis: You’ve been here 15 minutes and you’ve pissed me off already. Get the hell out of my apartment.
[Mr Harris stands up and points at Mentis like he is about to say something but is met by an offended professional wrestler standing up out of his seat and beginning to push him out of the apartment. Harris looks confused and angry as Mentis quickly and forcefully shoves him to the corridor and rapidly down it towards the door.]
Mr Harris: Get off me. You cant do this. You asked for it.
Non Compos Mentis: Get out of my apartment you sad old hack.
[Mentis leans past Harris, grabs the door handle and pulls open the door. He then throws the man out into the hallway and, before Harris can say a thing, slams the door in his face.
We then hear the sound of a door opening inside the apartment.]
Sofia: I told you not to make any problems.
[The scene fades to black as Mentis turns from the door and looks with an annoyed face at Sofia as she stands in the doorway of the bedroom.]
Near this is the deep red leather sofa and adjacent to this is a jet black recliner. It has various Television, DVD player and CD player remote controls placed along the arm rests.
We begin to move forward from our position by the double-glazed French windows and towards the corridor that runs through the apartment. We pass the red leather sofa and the coffee table, then the black recliner. We reach the corridor and look left to an open door leading into what seems to be the bedroom of the apartment.
We walk towards the door and get 5 feet away before we begin to hear voices from inside. Two clear voices are heard, a woman and a man. Both voices seem familiar and the surroundings tell us that the voices are Sofia and Non Compos Mentis.]
Non Compos Mentis: I don’t see the point.
Sofia: You need help Mentis, he can help you.
Non Compos Mentis: I don’t need help, it was a one off.
Sofia: Mentis, just do what he asks, and don’t cause any problems. He’ll be here soon.
Non Compos Mentis: Whatever.
[We turn around to see a door at the far end of the corridor. We move along the corridor until we reach the plain white wooden door. We can tell this door leads out of the apartment as it has a peep-hole in at eye level, allowing for the person to look outside.
We wait by the door for a minute with nothing happening. Suddenly there is an earth-shattering knock at the hard wooden door. We move to the peep-hole to see the enlarged face of the knocker. He appears to have dark blond hair, light blue eyes and, even without the enlargement from the magnifying glass, an oversized nose.
From behind us, Sofia emerges and advances down the corridor in our direction. She gets to the door and presses her eye against the viewing hole. When she recognises the man on the other side of the door she grabs the door handle and pulls it open revealing the full image of the man.
He is wearing a middle-priced two piece, navy blue suit with a purple shirt. We get a proper view of his face aswell. He has an arrangement of wrinkles and lines across his face. Far from being the reasonably youthful man we say through the viewing hole, this man looks middle aged and fatigued slightly.]
Man: Hi, I’m Michael Harris, the Psychological analyst.
Sofia: Yes, Yes, come in.
[Mr Harris walks into the apartment and is lead into the lounge by Sofia. She signals for his to take a seat on the red sofa and walks forward into the bedroom. Harris lifts a black attaché case onto what he thinks is a glass coffee table but, to his surprise, it drops straight through the frame. Confused, he pulls the case back out of the frame and rests it on the edge. He opens up the case and pulls out a large pad of paper and a black fountain pen.
In the corner of our eyes we see Non Compos Mentis walk into the room. He is wearing a full black outfit of short-sleeved shirt, slacks and trainers. He walks into the lounge and stares at the man sitting on the sofa.]
Mr Harris: Ah, you must be Sean.
Non Compos Mentis: No. Not Sean, That’s not my name.
Mr Harris: Ok, So what is your ‘name’?
Non Compos Mentis: Just call me Mentis alright.
Mr Harris: Ok, Mentis. Just take a seat and we’ll start.
[Mentis walks to the black recliner and sits down. All the time whilst doing this he keeps his eyes locked on the mysterious man that is sat on his sofa. Mentis then pulls the lever that releases the leg rest on the recliner. The man’s attentions become aroused when he notices the movement in the corner of his eyes.
He seems to be slightly confused by the actions of Mentis but also slightly irritated at his lack of seriousness. He then turns back to his pad and begins writing details about Mentis.
Then he looks up at Mentis and leans back onto the back of the sofa, still holding his pad and fountain pen.]
Mr Harris: OK, So I understand that you are having problems with ‘voices’?
Non Compos Mentis: It was just a one off, I’m fine.
Mr Harris: Well, many people believe it is just a ‘one off’ but it can advance further. I am told that you are a professional wrestler, is that true?
Non Compos Mentis: Yes I am, is that a problem?
Mr Harris: Maybe, it is a traumatic career that can cause a degree of physical and mental problems. Many wrestlers are forced to retire with chronic back pain. The mental side is less publicised though, there are a few examples here and there, for instance, I don’t know if you have ever worked with Buckshot McGraw.
Non Compos Mentis: Ha, McGraw really was mad.
Mr Harris: Neurotic actually. The stress got to him and he started to feel paranoid and refused to wrestle. Anyway, Tell me about your wrestling career at the moment.
Non Compos Mentis: Well, its going pretty well. Hell, I’m a champion at the moment. Nothing really important but it’s a belt and it puts me above everyone else that doesn’t have one.
But its also pretty stressful. I’m sure the PCW management doesn’t like me because they put me up against 5 opponents in 3 weeks before the last PPV. Atlas, Byrd twice, Dan Ellis and Kyle Time. I mean come on, they were trying to make sure I wasn’t the champion going into the PPV.
[Mr Harris looks down at his pad and begin to write quickly as not to miss anything that Mentis is saying.]
Mr Harris: And what about the future. Who do you wrestle next?
Non Compos Mentis: Well. On Trauma, the weekly show, I am in a handicap match, but I’m on the good side. I am the one with the partner. Albeit the partner is Seth Sinn. Just a Tag Champion, he isn’t anything up to what I am. But he is a partner, and my opponent, Anthony Douglas, doesn’t have one.
I face Douglas at the next PPV, Return to Glory. It for the title, again, but I aint gonna lose it to that guy. He’s undefeated as a singles competitor, sure. But I am a champion for a reason and I have won nearly three times as many matches as he has, I have beaten over 3 times as many wrestlers as he has. If Douglas has had 100 matches or 1000 matches, I can guarantee, no matter what he says, that he has never faced a wrestler like me and he has lost to hundreds worse than me.
Mr Harris: OK, Calm now. I can tell that you feel very strongly about that. Now, I’m going to tell you my ideas about what might be wrong with you.
Non Compos Mentis: Ok, but I wont promise about being polite about it.
Mr Harris: Ohhhh Kay. Firstly, I think that you are too possessive of your championship belt. I think its making you paranoid.
Non Compos Mentis: What? Paranoid. You don’t know much about wrestling do you?
Mr Harris: Look, I am the expert here.
Non Compos Mentis: That doesn’t mean you know anything. If you knew anything about wrestling you would know that a federation does not want a champion like me unless they can profit a hell of a lot from it, and they aren’t. They want to get rid of me and get Anthony Douglas as champion so their brand looks better.
And you have the sheer audacity to call me paranoid.
Mr Harris: Look, I don’t have to be here. I didn’t have to accept this meeting. And you have insulted me, you have insulted my work. You could have just listened and nodded like most of my clients, but no, you have to take offence.
Non Compos Mentis: You’ve been here 15 minutes and you’ve pissed me off already. Get the hell out of my apartment.
[Mr Harris stands up and points at Mentis like he is about to say something but is met by an offended professional wrestler standing up out of his seat and beginning to push him out of the apartment. Harris looks confused and angry as Mentis quickly and forcefully shoves him to the corridor and rapidly down it towards the door.]
Mr Harris: Get off me. You cant do this. You asked for it.
Non Compos Mentis: Get out of my apartment you sad old hack.
[Mentis leans past Harris, grabs the door handle and pulls open the door. He then throws the man out into the hallway and, before Harris can say a thing, slams the door in his face.
We then hear the sound of a door opening inside the apartment.]
Sofia: I told you not to make any problems.
[The scene fades to black as Mentis turns from the door and looks with an annoyed face at Sofia as she stands in the doorway of the bedroom.]
