Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2006 3:42:17 GMT -5
The camera turns on in a concealed graveyard. Outside of the cemetery location last visited when Laiman warned NCM of his fate, he again is slowly walking through the trees and tombstones as the sun sets. Laiman is alone, to give himself his time of peace. As the camera gets closer to the wrestling legend, his eyes have closed, absorbing the silence and peace surrounding him in the world where no other living soul can penetrate his thoughts and emotion.
A way of life not known since he entered the business, it brings perhaps the measure of peace needed to see him through this difficult time with a parasite breathing down his back. One so shallow that he cannot even comprehend situations that don't involve himself and his own talent and skill. Egotism and arrogance have consumed the rival of Laiman, as he will once again cater to an overconfident competitor. It seems to be a running story, as everyone he's faced since he won that first world title thinks he has the answer, but NCM is different. Non Compos Mentis is beyond the normal arrogance of the typical contender. Crossing the borders into personal measures, he deserves the wrath he shall receive when the beast inside is unleashed.
Laiman reaches the end of the cemetery, where he has instructed the camera crews to wait for him. Blake Smith is there, but he remains behind the cameras as well, giving Laiman the time he needs to regroup his thoughts and convert his emotions into the language Non Compos Mentis has continually destroyed over the past few weeks. After a few more minutes of solemn thought, Laiman finally turns to the cameras and lifts his head up enough that his eyes are visible. His eyes lack the happiness and passion that always seemed to make Laiman the standout in the crowd, the one who could always get along with anyone. Something has replaced it; a burning fire perhaps, that hasn't been lit for far too long.
LAIMAN: An autumn sunset, marking the beauty resembled in the change of seasons. Soon the stars will appear in the night sky; such beautiful luminaires that so few even appreciate anymore. Everything around you is dying, yet in such beauty that it marks such an important role on the calendar. Everyone believes winter to be the season of death and depression, yet during winter, everything is already dead or hiding.
Since it's so close to the time where I should be returning to the arena, preparing for this rivalwho's gone so over his head, but no. Here I still stand where I can find peace and not have to listen to his anguished voice. The voice that penetrated the shell that I created for myself so I wouldn't have to share the darkness inside of me with the outside world. Laura, my sister has alerted me each time he's spoken since he started crossing the wrong guy, but the truth is, I don't really even care what he came up with this time. It never changes. For all the years I've been in the business, I have yet to see someone approach this situation differently, but I suppose that's too high of an expectation. NCM received his first warning, when I told him where his future would take him if he continued crossing me. Now, he's lost a match as a result of my involvement, and this week, I intend to do exactly the same thing.
So Non Compos Mentis, the hour is approaching, isn't it? Feeling good about yourself, since you were humiliated in the middle of that ring by the man you swore would be ineffective? You've probably come across this in your meaningless stuttering rants, which is probably the reason I don't know your reaction, but if you've paid any attention, which I doubt, you'll know that I really don't care. A blossom in my life has fallen, one who stood by me in a time where egotistical nimrods like you would destroy my spirit with their numbskulled opinions. But you see, NCM, unlike you I actually have a soul, and I can return to these times without reverting into the person I once was. One who would be consumed by the hatred and ignorance you've shown in the last week. Instead, there's a fire that burns within the very soul aforementioned; one that is yearning for the destruction of the evil and ignorant. Your words of such overconfidence, belittling everything I've done in this business only shows your own weakness and fear. Any true confident candidate to be champion can acknowledge when he has a challenge, and it only reveals his own lack of knowledge when he continually rants, degrading the best in the business as if they're a curtain jerker for some minor league indy fed. You may think this is providing you with some sort of advantage, but really it only fuels my desire to slam you so far down that you'll never be able to return.
The difference between us is that I've proven myself time and time again. Listening to you reminds me strangely of many other obstacles I've run into in my ten years in the business, and many of them aren't around anymore, including the one you remind me of so very much. One I've defeated numerous times and who shared the very attributes I've continually tried to explain to you. But given the fact that these attributes aren't in your vocabulary, the best you can do is try to prove that the one speaking them is actually the one with those qualities, even if you haven't the slighest idea what they mean. Makes you look good, like a strong contender, right? Well, if it's my full attention you've been after, congratulations NCM, you have it. I only hope you can handle the wrath which you've unveiled.
You're going to consistently mention this violence and destruction of which you're capable I'm sure, yet you'll tend to forget the violence and destruction I've experienced in the organizations from which I come alone. You can't destroy me. You can't win them all, but you can win them back. But NCM, you've driven my focus to a much deeper level than winning a match, you see. Undeveloped is the side of me that so desires to view your destruction. For crossing the borders into personal territory, a side of me that so wishes to creep deep into your mind like a virus and destroy it from the inside out, til all that remains is a shell of the man you once thought you were. Exposing you for the shallow nothing you really are is my main accomplishment, not winning the match we will have, and especially not contending for the tag team championship. It's a given really, since you don't deserve to even be struck down with the intention of brain damage with those title belts, or any other for that matter. The world title belt in your hands would cause lightning to strike and credibility to be stricken from the very name. Sure, you'd probably say the same things if I ever went after it, but after proving continuously that I was worthy of such gold, such tyranny wouldn't exist anymore, and the respect would be earned, not given and tarnished like you'd expect it to be.
A virus, NCM. The truth is a virus; maybe you're finally beginning to comprehend that for all I know, since I don't even know if you've answered my challenge for next week's Trauma yet. Like I said earlier, I don't need to. It's all the same from you; you can generalize and categorize the uneducated deficient trash that can and will come out of your mouth, so why wait around to hear it some more? I come to a place where I can be at peace with myself, surrounding myself with those who once existed sharing the same pride and heart that I myself now fight to prove. The difference with Charlene was her purity and innocence, something even I myself have lost since a very young age. A young innocent lady who wouldn't hurt a soul is taken before her time and placed where she strived so hard to end up after she raised a family and passed on her legacies. A place I so desperately try to believe in, but see the effects of people like you and doubt such existence. It brings the temptation to drive you to the place that may not exist, but so truly deserves your deficient soul. The closest I can get is keeping what you hold dear out of your reach, and standing over you in victory like I have so many times before with so many other overachievers. I believe I call it a first-class BURNOUT!, yes, that will determine your fate, NCM. Live with it, deal with it, accept it, and after you've been so thoroughly defeated, look in the mirror. Ask yourself if you like what you have become; one who has given up heart, pride, and soul to fit the cardboard cutout of what the mass believes someone like you should be. Listening to your words, those thoughts won't even be able to comprehend in the smoke of your mind, and you'll be stuck with confusion until you take out some other guilt-ridden competitor and make your way back up to quasi-happiness once again.
I can only hope that one day you will actually deserve the respect you demand currently, and you'll become worthy of the words you speak of yourself. Shall that not change, so be it. It isn't my loss; it will only be my victory.
Laiman steps past the cameras, and drives off in his black Lexus towards the Worcester arena. The scene picks up again when Al Laiman arrives in his locker room, where his sister awaits his presence.
LAURA: Definitely not your typical pre-match promo.
LAIMAN: As it wasn't the intention of my words spoken, Laura.
LAURA: Then what was it?
LAIMAN: A sense of pity, I suppose. I wish I could expose this Non Compos Mentis to himself; so he could truly understand the third-person perspective on his animosity and pathetic strives at pride.
LAURA: Maybe he'll get the hint after you defeat him next week?
LAIMAN: I can dream, can't I?
LAURA: I think you've accomplished something many in this business cannot.
LAIMAN: What might that be?
LAURA: You made it through an entire promo without even using an expletive.
LAIMAN: Hey, those of us with actual comprehension and knowledge of the English language only use those for emphasis, not because we have to use them to get our point across.
LAURA: So that's it, huh? Next week, you'll get your match against NCM?
LAIMAN: Yes... After this week, when I screw him out of yet another match, he'll be wanting this match as badly as I do... Until he finds out what it is.
LAURA: Got something in mind?
LAIMAN: You better believe it. Not only am I going to be facing NCM next week, but it's going to be with an old friend of mine.
LAURA: I think I know what you mean.
LAIMAN: The challenge is laid down... NCM vs. Al Laiman next week in the HARDCORE HELL!
The scene closes.