Post by Mr. Showtime on Feb 3, 2006 21:09:38 GMT -5
(In the middle of a vast open sea, there sits a boat which is gently rocking to and fro. This is no ordinary boat...it is a rather large, beautiful, luxury yacht. It is mainly white with black and blue colors mixed in. On the port and starboard sides is where most of the colors are jumping out, but they are only on the boats bottom sides. For this boat seems to have extra two floors above the cabin. Up top there are a some dishes, for it’s locating systems. As well as the helm where all of the navigation equipment, including the wheel and throttle of the yacht. Underneath that there is nothing but tinted windows until they get to the ships deck. The owner clearly likes their privacy for you cannot tell if there is anyone on this vessel. Ghost ships are unusual in this day and age, especially in waters like this where there is generally an abundance of coast guard patrollers. As the scene begins to get closer there is something to take notice of. Near the tail end of the yacht there is what looks like a fishing pole, that had been cast out, and what looks to be a pair of men’s bare feet hanging off the back. The engines are idle and this vessel is just flowing with the current. At this point there is no other boats, it just seems as this lone boat owns the waters...with authority.)
(The sun peeks out from behind a small patch of clouds, making this February Day seems more like something out of mid-April. It’s almost too nice out. The sun lays gently on the sea gleaming and sparkling on it’s surface. And as the ship comes in to better view you can see a name on the back that reads “Miss Dee Lady.” As it gets closer to the end of the yacht the face that is connected to those bare feet is very recognizable, even if you cannot see all of it. It’s “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght, he’s in a pair of board shorts and his brown and gold avaitors. He’s sitting back in a white leather chair that is mainly used for big game fishing. Though he is only doing a bit of light fishing out here, it’s still a comfortable chair. No this is the life, as Showtime is sitting back with his arms behind his head and a half smile drawn upon his face. Just sitting back on the water, rocking with each wave feeling the flow of the sea.)
(Normally this is where Showtime will sometimes come out and clear his head. This is not particularly one of those days. The main reason he came out this time was not to get away but the beautiful weather had drawn him out. How could an opportunity like this be passed up. With the abnormally warm winter, you never know when winter will slap everyone in the face. But luckily enough this unusual weather came at what seems to be Mr. Showtime’s convenience. Just a few days before Mass Destruction and Showtime coming off one of his first losses in a while. The Prophet...A name that had been ringing inside of Showtime’s head. He had giving his that loss at Trauma, and it was not sitting real well. It was a great match, probably one of the best in Pure Class Wrestling history. That didn’t matter though, not in the larger scheme of things. What was on the line at Mass Destruction was far more important then a loss or even his pride. The World Heavyweight Championship. That is all that mattered, the gold, and that was what Showtime was focused on now.)
(He had decided that coming out here would do him good. Along with Perfection, who was God knows where on the yacht. As long as she hadn’t fallen off, it didn’t really matter to him anyways. She was taking in sun and he was...planning. He knows now that he can beat all of his opponents coming up. He had already beaten one of them who was the one who beat David Van Dam. And the truth of the matter was that Showtime’s match against the Prophet was so close that it could have gon any way. This gives one a lot more confidence then one should probably have. In the truth of the matter, Showtime had already had an advantage, before everything else, he was the one that enters the gauntlet last. It’s hard enough to stand toe to toe with Mr. Showtime, but to have to face him after wrestling one to two others is damn near impossible, at least in his mind it was. The big mistake would be for him to take this competition lightly, and that was one thing that he had refused to do. You get no where by looking a prize horse in the mouth and in the wrestling business you will fall flat on your face if you take advantage and ease up. With still no bits on his line Showtime starts fishing around on a table that was behind him. He grabs a few envelopes and place them on his lap. None of them are opened yet and Showtime takes the top on off and slowly opens it. As he does with all of his fan mail he begins to read in aloud.)[/i]
Showtime: Dear Mr. Showtime....I have been a wrestling fan for as long as I can remember and I have never seen anyone who sucks more then you....Well I never...
(Showtime begins to shake his head and crumples the letter into a ball and shoots it right out into the ocean. Then he grabs the next letter.)[/i]
Showtime: I was never one for constructive criticism. Let me see...Dear Mr. Showtime....First let me start by saying thank you for wrestling this week. Last week on Trauma there were no good matches at all. I have never seen so many wrestlers with a complete lack of talent. This week you spiced up the show by just showing up, and even though you didn’t come out victorious I enjoyed every minute of it. I mainly wanted to wish you good luck, not that you’ll be needing it. Please above all, get the PCW World Championship and give some prestige to it. Sincerely You Biggest Fan...Timmy Thompson...P.S. Could I get an autograph..Now that was a nice letter. Well written and he seems to know what he was talking about, just to bad I don’t like beggars.
(Shaking his head once again he crumples this letter as well, and heaves it into the vast blue yonder. He chuckles a bit and goes for the next one.)[/i]
Showtime: Mr. Showtime...I cannot believe the complete disregard you have had towards the fans as of late...Enough of this letter...wait a second what does this say...fans as of late. The match that was to go down between Grimm and yourself would have been great, but it was good you dodged Grimm. He would have beaten you worse then the Prophet did. You keep running scared...What ever!
(Showtime just tosses this one not looking back one bit.)[/i]
Showtime: Who the hell does that fool think he is...I fear no man! Not Prophet! And especially not Grimm, who is not fighting for the World Championship but for a lesser title.
(This struck a nerve in Showtime. All of this talk about Phinehas Grimm drives Showtime crazy. Fear is for the weak and that was not Showtime’s style. But call it fear if they must. David, Jonathan, and Marcus better bring their “A” game, for Showtime was willing to go all out to face the World Champion after Mass Destruction. It has been his destiny to claim the most prized championship in Pure Class Wrestling. Showtime was ready for the storm ahead of him, hopefully the others can say the same. The Camera then fades to black and then cuts to snow.)[/i]
(The sun peeks out from behind a small patch of clouds, making this February Day seems more like something out of mid-April. It’s almost too nice out. The sun lays gently on the sea gleaming and sparkling on it’s surface. And as the ship comes in to better view you can see a name on the back that reads “Miss Dee Lady.” As it gets closer to the end of the yacht the face that is connected to those bare feet is very recognizable, even if you cannot see all of it. It’s “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght, he’s in a pair of board shorts and his brown and gold avaitors. He’s sitting back in a white leather chair that is mainly used for big game fishing. Though he is only doing a bit of light fishing out here, it’s still a comfortable chair. No this is the life, as Showtime is sitting back with his arms behind his head and a half smile drawn upon his face. Just sitting back on the water, rocking with each wave feeling the flow of the sea.)
(Normally this is where Showtime will sometimes come out and clear his head. This is not particularly one of those days. The main reason he came out this time was not to get away but the beautiful weather had drawn him out. How could an opportunity like this be passed up. With the abnormally warm winter, you never know when winter will slap everyone in the face. But luckily enough this unusual weather came at what seems to be Mr. Showtime’s convenience. Just a few days before Mass Destruction and Showtime coming off one of his first losses in a while. The Prophet...A name that had been ringing inside of Showtime’s head. He had giving his that loss at Trauma, and it was not sitting real well. It was a great match, probably one of the best in Pure Class Wrestling history. That didn’t matter though, not in the larger scheme of things. What was on the line at Mass Destruction was far more important then a loss or even his pride. The World Heavyweight Championship. That is all that mattered, the gold, and that was what Showtime was focused on now.)
(He had decided that coming out here would do him good. Along with Perfection, who was God knows where on the yacht. As long as she hadn’t fallen off, it didn’t really matter to him anyways. She was taking in sun and he was...planning. He knows now that he can beat all of his opponents coming up. He had already beaten one of them who was the one who beat David Van Dam. And the truth of the matter was that Showtime’s match against the Prophet was so close that it could have gon any way. This gives one a lot more confidence then one should probably have. In the truth of the matter, Showtime had already had an advantage, before everything else, he was the one that enters the gauntlet last. It’s hard enough to stand toe to toe with Mr. Showtime, but to have to face him after wrestling one to two others is damn near impossible, at least in his mind it was. The big mistake would be for him to take this competition lightly, and that was one thing that he had refused to do. You get no where by looking a prize horse in the mouth and in the wrestling business you will fall flat on your face if you take advantage and ease up. With still no bits on his line Showtime starts fishing around on a table that was behind him. He grabs a few envelopes and place them on his lap. None of them are opened yet and Showtime takes the top on off and slowly opens it. As he does with all of his fan mail he begins to read in aloud.)[/i]
Showtime: Dear Mr. Showtime....I have been a wrestling fan for as long as I can remember and I have never seen anyone who sucks more then you....Well I never...
(Showtime begins to shake his head and crumples the letter into a ball and shoots it right out into the ocean. Then he grabs the next letter.)[/i]
Showtime: I was never one for constructive criticism. Let me see...Dear Mr. Showtime....First let me start by saying thank you for wrestling this week. Last week on Trauma there were no good matches at all. I have never seen so many wrestlers with a complete lack of talent. This week you spiced up the show by just showing up, and even though you didn’t come out victorious I enjoyed every minute of it. I mainly wanted to wish you good luck, not that you’ll be needing it. Please above all, get the PCW World Championship and give some prestige to it. Sincerely You Biggest Fan...Timmy Thompson...P.S. Could I get an autograph..Now that was a nice letter. Well written and he seems to know what he was talking about, just to bad I don’t like beggars.
(Shaking his head once again he crumples this letter as well, and heaves it into the vast blue yonder. He chuckles a bit and goes for the next one.)[/i]
Showtime: Mr. Showtime...I cannot believe the complete disregard you have had towards the fans as of late...Enough of this letter...wait a second what does this say...fans as of late. The match that was to go down between Grimm and yourself would have been great, but it was good you dodged Grimm. He would have beaten you worse then the Prophet did. You keep running scared...What ever!
(Showtime just tosses this one not looking back one bit.)[/i]
Showtime: Who the hell does that fool think he is...I fear no man! Not Prophet! And especially not Grimm, who is not fighting for the World Championship but for a lesser title.
(This struck a nerve in Showtime. All of this talk about Phinehas Grimm drives Showtime crazy. Fear is for the weak and that was not Showtime’s style. But call it fear if they must. David, Jonathan, and Marcus better bring their “A” game, for Showtime was willing to go all out to face the World Champion after Mass Destruction. It has been his destiny to claim the most prized championship in Pure Class Wrestling. Showtime was ready for the storm ahead of him, hopefully the others can say the same. The Camera then fades to black and then cuts to snow.)[/i]
