Post by Non Compos Mentis on Jun 18, 2006 5:22:51 GMT -5
[The scene opens with a view of a computer screen, hazy and blurred. The view on the screen shows the popular sight of the Google home page. We pull back from the screen to see the full monitor, framed in silver plastic and held up by a black base of the same material. Below this is a black keyed, silver framed keyboard, with a pair of hands placed on several keys.
In the background we can hear the melodic tones of U2’s Bono and The Joshua Tree playing from on the computer and out of the speakers attacked to it. This seems to be compounded by a mellow attitude in the room created by the white and blue colour scheme.
Suddenly, the hands begin to move. These scarred and dishevelled instruments begin to pad the keys methodically, in a knowing and determined fashion.
P – C – W – T – A – G – T – I – T – L – E – S
ENTER
The screen flickers and turns from one site to another. The green bars at the bottom of the screen begin to accumulate and the site loads up slowly. The fatigued hands pad the keyboard lightly in anticipation as a list of sites appear on screen, the top of which is labelled ‘Official PCW Web site : Tag Title History.’
The hand clicks emphatically on the mouse off screen. The screen flickers once more and the white background of the site turns to black and dark blue and the PCW official web site.
PCW TAG TEAM TITLES
The first words shown. Marked in bold white writing and standing over the rest of the page. Below this names like Dominion, Nightmare 2 Society and further back Ace Anderson and Benjamin Banks stand out like a list of future hall of famers. All accomplished wrestlers in their own right, teaming up to gain success as a cohesive unit.
We pull out from the screen and keyboard to gain a more in-depth look at the man who’s hands are in view. We pull further and further out and finally see the figure that is searching cyberspace for the details of PCW Tag Team Wrestling. Non Compos Mentis. Clearly shown by the dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail and his attire of black denim pants and jacket.]
Non Compos Mentis: The Briscoe’s, The Rockers, D-X. These are the great tag teams of our age. Icons of wrestling that team together to help each other reach further success. The next plateau of sports entertainment. They fight constantly to keep their friendships and their dreams of achievement alive.
Then there are the up-and-coming teams that are striking new ground and fighting to gain that legendary status that is held by the Road Warriors, The Hart Foundation and the British Bulldogs. They fight to form friendships and find fame.
[Mentis clicks onto a part of the screen that sends him to yet another new page. This page shows the full list of current PCW champions. Listing PCW World Champion Lantlas first, then International Champion Grimm, fourth are the vacated PCW Tag Titles and fifth the Vacant Genesis Title. Listed third on the list is the one that Mentis is taking particular notice of, North American Champion, Non Compos Mentis.
He sits in his metal and leather desk chair and watches the screen intently. He looks at the screen n thoughtful consideration of something that interests him very much.]
Non Compos Mentis: Turmoil. That is all that this causes. An apt and relevant consequence of the actions of PCW’s powers that be. They have announced that Trauma will be a Tag Team spectacular. What does that do for me?
I have my success. I have no friends. I don’t want friends. I don’t trust people.
I am a champion and I do not need another one. How many North American Champions have gone on to better, bigger things. For that matter, what about a recent one, Ace Anderson. First he won the Tag Titles, then he won my title and after that he took the ultimate prize in the game. The PCW World Title. He used the Tag Titles as a stepping stone to the North American Title.
I have already skipped that rung on the ladder. I achieved this success without needing to take any help from a lack-lustre partner or a friend that needs my help.
PCW management have only caused problems with this situation they have created. Tag Team Turmoil. A creation that has been devised only to cover their decimation of the PCW Tag Team division. They have destroyed teams and exhausted their options and now they try to draw on those that have no interest in teaming with anyone to help.
[Mentis moves the mouse and clicks on the screen to send the screen to a longer list of names and details. We see this as the PCW Roster, detailing the complete list of PCW wrestlers, managers and associates. Mentis moves down the list slowly until he reaches the name Al Laiman. He clicks hard on this name and views the details that are shown on screen.]
Non Compos Mentis: Multi-Time World Champion, Wrestling Legend, Manager. Is this the man that I will be teamed with. Is this the man that I will have to co-operate with and gain success with.
It would surely be a cruel twist of fate that the man that I hate most becomes my partner. And yet what irony it would be that the Wrestling Legend could have his chance of a successful return quashed by the lowly ‘midcarder’. The multi-time World Champion having his triumphant return destroyed by the 2 time Champion of the midcarders.
[Mentis lays back in his chair as if in silent thought and stares at the screen at one specific piece of information.]
Non Compos Mentis: HHW, Hardcore Hell Wrestling. This is your challenge, to enter the world of HHW and walk into a Hardcore Hell match with you, a veteran of the match. Now I may not know much about HHW or the Hardcore Hell match, but what I do know is that you don’t just walk straight into a match this serious where the opponent is a lot more experience in it than I am.
However, this match of yours, this kingdom of pain and suffering that seems to go beyond almost everything I have ever seen before, maybe apart from the Christopher Wright vs Elder Slyth or Defman in a Hell on Earth match back in the old days, back in GCG. This match seems to be the pinnacle of true hardcore masochism, the summit of the blood spattered, scarred, demented and detested world of ‘Hardcore’.
The world of Hardcore that my career is modelled on. That world that seems to suit me most, the pain and suffering that has followed me through my life. This match would give me a chance to fight back and give back all of the pain and suffering that has been given to me.
Al Laiman may have unwittingly created his own death bed. He may have engineered his own downfall. Because, when we meet in the ring, whether that be at Return To Glory or even past that, he will meet a man that is willing to throw back every curve ball and piece of bad luck that life has thrown at him. He will face a man that has had to endure such suffering that he will go to any lengths to a win a match because he has already endured more pain than it will cause.
I accept you challenge. I even accept that our meeting should be a Hardcore Hell match. And I accept that you may have more experience than me in the match. Hell, I even accept that there may be significant chance that you might beat me. But the chance of seeing you in pain, the chance of seeing you writhing around with your back covered completely in thumb tacks because I threw you onto them, for the chance of getting the chance to abuse you with chairs, kendo sticks, barbed-wire baseball mats, ‘Happy Chairs’, tables, ladders, barbed-wire ply board sheets and road signs, that is why I am accepting this challenge for whenever you feel it is necessary to pull your head out of your Legendary Ass long enough to get it mutilated by me.
Bare this in mind, Al, I don’t care for the Tag Titles, I don’t care for you and I care very little for my safety. If we get drawn together in Tag Team Turmoil, I will waste no time in taking my opportunity to screw with your career, even if I have to sacrifice a title, the tag team title, because it means so little to me.
Al, I will make sure that your encounter with me for these few months will end your legendary career.
For I am Non Compos Mentis,
The Usher of Destruction.
[Mentis sits at the computer, just watching the screen and looking on at the picture of Al Laiman, his long list of accomplishments and his other, numerous aspects of information.]
In the background we can hear the melodic tones of U2’s Bono and The Joshua Tree playing from on the computer and out of the speakers attacked to it. This seems to be compounded by a mellow attitude in the room created by the white and blue colour scheme.
Suddenly, the hands begin to move. These scarred and dishevelled instruments begin to pad the keys methodically, in a knowing and determined fashion.
P – C – W – T – A – G – T – I – T – L – E – S
ENTER
The screen flickers and turns from one site to another. The green bars at the bottom of the screen begin to accumulate and the site loads up slowly. The fatigued hands pad the keyboard lightly in anticipation as a list of sites appear on screen, the top of which is labelled ‘Official PCW Web site : Tag Title History.’
The hand clicks emphatically on the mouse off screen. The screen flickers once more and the white background of the site turns to black and dark blue and the PCW official web site.
PCW TAG TEAM TITLES
The first words shown. Marked in bold white writing and standing over the rest of the page. Below this names like Dominion, Nightmare 2 Society and further back Ace Anderson and Benjamin Banks stand out like a list of future hall of famers. All accomplished wrestlers in their own right, teaming up to gain success as a cohesive unit.
We pull out from the screen and keyboard to gain a more in-depth look at the man who’s hands are in view. We pull further and further out and finally see the figure that is searching cyberspace for the details of PCW Tag Team Wrestling. Non Compos Mentis. Clearly shown by the dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail and his attire of black denim pants and jacket.]
Non Compos Mentis: The Briscoe’s, The Rockers, D-X. These are the great tag teams of our age. Icons of wrestling that team together to help each other reach further success. The next plateau of sports entertainment. They fight constantly to keep their friendships and their dreams of achievement alive.
Then there are the up-and-coming teams that are striking new ground and fighting to gain that legendary status that is held by the Road Warriors, The Hart Foundation and the British Bulldogs. They fight to form friendships and find fame.
[Mentis clicks onto a part of the screen that sends him to yet another new page. This page shows the full list of current PCW champions. Listing PCW World Champion Lantlas first, then International Champion Grimm, fourth are the vacated PCW Tag Titles and fifth the Vacant Genesis Title. Listed third on the list is the one that Mentis is taking particular notice of, North American Champion, Non Compos Mentis.
He sits in his metal and leather desk chair and watches the screen intently. He looks at the screen n thoughtful consideration of something that interests him very much.]
Non Compos Mentis: Turmoil. That is all that this causes. An apt and relevant consequence of the actions of PCW’s powers that be. They have announced that Trauma will be a Tag Team spectacular. What does that do for me?
I have my success. I have no friends. I don’t want friends. I don’t trust people.
I am a champion and I do not need another one. How many North American Champions have gone on to better, bigger things. For that matter, what about a recent one, Ace Anderson. First he won the Tag Titles, then he won my title and after that he took the ultimate prize in the game. The PCW World Title. He used the Tag Titles as a stepping stone to the North American Title.
I have already skipped that rung on the ladder. I achieved this success without needing to take any help from a lack-lustre partner or a friend that needs my help.
PCW management have only caused problems with this situation they have created. Tag Team Turmoil. A creation that has been devised only to cover their decimation of the PCW Tag Team division. They have destroyed teams and exhausted their options and now they try to draw on those that have no interest in teaming with anyone to help.
[Mentis moves the mouse and clicks on the screen to send the screen to a longer list of names and details. We see this as the PCW Roster, detailing the complete list of PCW wrestlers, managers and associates. Mentis moves down the list slowly until he reaches the name Al Laiman. He clicks hard on this name and views the details that are shown on screen.]
Non Compos Mentis: Multi-Time World Champion, Wrestling Legend, Manager. Is this the man that I will be teamed with. Is this the man that I will have to co-operate with and gain success with.
It would surely be a cruel twist of fate that the man that I hate most becomes my partner. And yet what irony it would be that the Wrestling Legend could have his chance of a successful return quashed by the lowly ‘midcarder’. The multi-time World Champion having his triumphant return destroyed by the 2 time Champion of the midcarders.
[Mentis lays back in his chair as if in silent thought and stares at the screen at one specific piece of information.]
Non Compos Mentis: HHW, Hardcore Hell Wrestling. This is your challenge, to enter the world of HHW and walk into a Hardcore Hell match with you, a veteran of the match. Now I may not know much about HHW or the Hardcore Hell match, but what I do know is that you don’t just walk straight into a match this serious where the opponent is a lot more experience in it than I am.
However, this match of yours, this kingdom of pain and suffering that seems to go beyond almost everything I have ever seen before, maybe apart from the Christopher Wright vs Elder Slyth or Defman in a Hell on Earth match back in the old days, back in GCG. This match seems to be the pinnacle of true hardcore masochism, the summit of the blood spattered, scarred, demented and detested world of ‘Hardcore’.
The world of Hardcore that my career is modelled on. That world that seems to suit me most, the pain and suffering that has followed me through my life. This match would give me a chance to fight back and give back all of the pain and suffering that has been given to me.
Al Laiman may have unwittingly created his own death bed. He may have engineered his own downfall. Because, when we meet in the ring, whether that be at Return To Glory or even past that, he will meet a man that is willing to throw back every curve ball and piece of bad luck that life has thrown at him. He will face a man that has had to endure such suffering that he will go to any lengths to a win a match because he has already endured more pain than it will cause.
I accept you challenge. I even accept that our meeting should be a Hardcore Hell match. And I accept that you may have more experience than me in the match. Hell, I even accept that there may be significant chance that you might beat me. But the chance of seeing you in pain, the chance of seeing you writhing around with your back covered completely in thumb tacks because I threw you onto them, for the chance of getting the chance to abuse you with chairs, kendo sticks, barbed-wire baseball mats, ‘Happy Chairs’, tables, ladders, barbed-wire ply board sheets and road signs, that is why I am accepting this challenge for whenever you feel it is necessary to pull your head out of your Legendary Ass long enough to get it mutilated by me.
Bare this in mind, Al, I don’t care for the Tag Titles, I don’t care for you and I care very little for my safety. If we get drawn together in Tag Team Turmoil, I will waste no time in taking my opportunity to screw with your career, even if I have to sacrifice a title, the tag team title, because it means so little to me.
Al, I will make sure that your encounter with me for these few months will end your legendary career.
For I am Non Compos Mentis,
The Usher of Destruction.
[Mentis sits at the computer, just watching the screen and looking on at the picture of Al Laiman, his long list of accomplishments and his other, numerous aspects of information.]
