Post by Non Compos Mentis on Feb 5, 2006 12:03:12 GMT -5
[The scene opens with a view of what appears to be a party popper lying on a clear glass table. The yellow plastic contraption lays unattended next to a half full and half drunk bottle of champagne and two empty but used wine glasses. Just next to the drinking paraphernalia is a long stream of colorful paper that appears to have emerged from another party popper.
We look up to see a number of pairs of legs moving in a lively fashion around the room. They appear to be adorned in a wide variety of clothing, from elaborate to plain, expensive to cheap and stylish to shabby.
We notice the noise in the background as Country and Western music blares out of a large stereo system in the room. We look up again to finally see the faces of these people who are around us. The first two that we notice are two oriental looking men, one middle-aged and one younger, wearing traditionally Chinese clothing such as a heavily decorated, loose fitting robe and wide bottomed, matching trousers.
From over the other side of the room we hear the voice of Non Compos Mentis.]
Non Compos Mentis: SAN HWANG… CHAO TONG… HOW YOU DOING?
[The younger man, dressed predominantly in black and red, looks eagerly towards Mentis and speaks.]
Chao Tong: (speaks Chinese)
Non Compos Mentis: What?
[The older man steps in front of his compatriot.]
San Hwang: He say… ‘Ah… Happy Birthday Mr. Mentis’… And so do I…
Non Compos Mentis: Thanks man… Nice to see you… How long has it been?
San Hwang: Oh… About 3 years…
Non Compos Mentis: Yeah… That’s right… anyway… Enjoy the buffet in the kitchen and help yourself to some champers…
San Hwang: Thank you… Chao… The buffet…
[Hwang and Tong make for the buffet and Non Compos Mentis turns to see a short and reasonably thin young man, wearing tie dyed clothing acting very hyper in the middle of the room.]
Non Compos Mentis: JIMMY…
Jimmy Rooney: MENTIS!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAN!!!
[Jimmy runs over to Mentis and gives him as bigger hug as he can. From behind Jimmy comes a man wearing a full black two-piece suit.]
Non Compos Mentis: Jimmy…
Jimmy Rooney: YEAH…
Non Compos Mentis: Go into the kitchen… there’s a bowl full of fruit punch…
Jimmy Rooney: OH YEAH…
[Jimmy goes running into the kitchen and the man in black steps forward.]
Non Compos Mentis: Hi Steve…
Steve Lennox: Hi Sean… Happy Birthday…
[Mentis looks slightly angered or upset at what Lennox has just said.]
Steve Lennox: Oh right… Sorry… not the S word right…
Non Compos Mentis: Right… Erm… thanks for the present… Can I ask you for a favor?
Steve Lennox: Sure…
Non Compos Mentis: Try and keep Jimmy away from the cake until later…
Steve Lennox: Sure… have a good one Se…Mentis…
[Lennox walks off into the kitchen and is shortly heard screaming ‘NO JIMMY’ in desperation. Mentis holds his head in his hands and turns around to stare straight into the chest of a huge man who is wearing a black, short-sleeved shirt and khaki colored trousers. Mentis looks up at the mans head.]
Non Compos Mentis: Well… If it aint the 7 FOOT TALL… 360 LBS MONSTER… THE RICKSTER…How are you Rick?
Rickster: I’m fine man… Happy Birthday…
Non Compos Mentis: How’s the career going recently?
Rickster: I formed a tag team with Ronnie…
Non Compos Mentis: Ronnie… As in Galvone…
Rickster: Yep… We work up in Jersey usually… He would have loved to have come but he had something planned already… He sends his regards…
Non Compos Mentis: Ok… Thanks… Look… There’s refreshments and punch in the kitchen… Help yourself…
[Rickster moves off towards the kitchen but is stopped in his tracks when the sound of a glass being tapped. At the far end of the room there is a man wearing matching black trousers and jacket and a red shirt, which appear to be from a very stylish brand. He puts the glass down on a table and looks up to the group of guests scattered around the room.]
Troy LaGuardia: Hello everybody… And thank you for attending today… I know a few of you had prior engagements that you put off for this so thank you again…
Jimmy Rooney: BORING!!!
Troy LaGuardia: Shut up Jimmy… Anyway… Its nice to see you all… some for the first time since XCW went under… And this reunion is just a way of bringing the core of the old federation together for one last hurrah…
But as we know… Today is not just about XCW… Its about Mentis… And on this day we are celebrating his 35th birthday…
And as we know… Mentis has done well for himself recently and is probably the most successful of us since leaving…
Rickster: HEY!!!
Troy LaGuardia: What? Come-on… You have won a Tag Team title in a crackpot Jersey federation…
Rickster: Pft…
Troy LaGuardia: Mentis… you have one of your biggest matches to-date this week… You face Johnny Vivacious for your North American Title… I think I speak for everyone when I say… KICK HIS ASS!!!
[Everyone in the room erupts into cheers but quickly quiets down as Mentis speaks.]
Non Compos Mentis: Thank you Troy… Thanks guys… I have to say that its good to see all of you here and I have to thank you all for what you have done for me…
Troy… You brought me into XCW when I was on the streets and you gave me a future… Where I was I was on the short track to an early death and you took me away from that…
And to all of you… You gave me a chance to showcase my skills… you got me into this place by putting me through XCW and putting me in the frame for GCG and now here… in PCW…
What you have given me is a new lease of life… a life of my own… one where I haven’t had to depend on handouts and loose change for once…
For that… I thank you all…
Jimmy Rooney: I WANT CAKE!!!
Non Compos Mentis: OK… someone get Jimmy some cake and shut him up…
[Everybody walks forward into the kitchen to mob the cake and Mentis walks over to his dark red leather couch and slumps into it. He throws his head back and closes his eyes in reflection.]
The old guys back together once again…
Its been too long since I have seen them… They were always good friends for me during my lowest times…
All of my old friends coming back as moral support for one of the biggest matches of my career… I don’t think for one second that I’ll need much of that though…
I already know that John Matthews… AKA Johnny Vivacious… is a yellow little bastard anyway… I mean what type of idiot decides to intimidate a former inmate of an insane asylum by bringing out a midget…
John…John…John… How stupid are you? What did you think would happen?
Of course you will say you were sending a psychological message to me… but you know what I was sending… I was sending a very clear message that you… John… cannot fight me… you cannot wrestle me… You cannot even stand toe to toe with me… that is why you ran… that is why you are scared of me…
As for what you have said about me not caring for the fans… you couldn’t be further from the truth John… It is the fans that dictate if I am a success or not… Sure the other wrestlers play their part in making the matches good but it is the fans… The fans that spend their hard earned money… money that they could spend on food or clothes for their families… to see us… these fans that make the final judgment on if you live or die in the wrestling world…
Therefore it is them that I should thank for where I am today and I do thank them… Which is more than I can say for you…
It seems only fate that my old friends return to me as new enemies emerge from the woodwork…
With the inflow of new arrivals it only means more to fight… More to beat… more people to help my career by losing… And they include you John… Just another opponent to help push me towards that second shot at the World title…
And if you want to make more of it than that… You will be welcome to because I will return time after time to beat you in whatever match you choose…
You see… I will win this match because I will have the crowd behind me… And all of my friends will be there… in the PCW arena… Who do you have?
Your little wifey… Stace… Your little walking lapdog… What will she do… Distract the referee… Give you weapons… you forget… I have dealt with people worse than you in the asylum… I can deal with whatever you give out…
So John Matthews… When you step into that ring at Mass Destruction… I will put you into a world of pain that you have never experienced before… and not you… or your stupid mutt of wife… will be able to do anything about it…
For I am Non Compos Mentis…
The Usher of Destruction…
[Troy LaGuardia comes out of the kitchen and signals for Mentis to come in. Mentis gets up and walks into the kitchen o be met with cheers.
The scene then slowly fades to black.]
We look up to see a number of pairs of legs moving in a lively fashion around the room. They appear to be adorned in a wide variety of clothing, from elaborate to plain, expensive to cheap and stylish to shabby.
We notice the noise in the background as Country and Western music blares out of a large stereo system in the room. We look up again to finally see the faces of these people who are around us. The first two that we notice are two oriental looking men, one middle-aged and one younger, wearing traditionally Chinese clothing such as a heavily decorated, loose fitting robe and wide bottomed, matching trousers.
From over the other side of the room we hear the voice of Non Compos Mentis.]
Non Compos Mentis: SAN HWANG… CHAO TONG… HOW YOU DOING?
[The younger man, dressed predominantly in black and red, looks eagerly towards Mentis and speaks.]
Chao Tong: (speaks Chinese)
Non Compos Mentis: What?
[The older man steps in front of his compatriot.]
San Hwang: He say… ‘Ah… Happy Birthday Mr. Mentis’… And so do I…
Non Compos Mentis: Thanks man… Nice to see you… How long has it been?
San Hwang: Oh… About 3 years…
Non Compos Mentis: Yeah… That’s right… anyway… Enjoy the buffet in the kitchen and help yourself to some champers…
San Hwang: Thank you… Chao… The buffet…
[Hwang and Tong make for the buffet and Non Compos Mentis turns to see a short and reasonably thin young man, wearing tie dyed clothing acting very hyper in the middle of the room.]
Non Compos Mentis: JIMMY…
Jimmy Rooney: MENTIS!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAN!!!
[Jimmy runs over to Mentis and gives him as bigger hug as he can. From behind Jimmy comes a man wearing a full black two-piece suit.]
Non Compos Mentis: Jimmy…
Jimmy Rooney: YEAH…
Non Compos Mentis: Go into the kitchen… there’s a bowl full of fruit punch…
Jimmy Rooney: OH YEAH…
[Jimmy goes running into the kitchen and the man in black steps forward.]
Non Compos Mentis: Hi Steve…
Steve Lennox: Hi Sean… Happy Birthday…
[Mentis looks slightly angered or upset at what Lennox has just said.]
Steve Lennox: Oh right… Sorry… not the S word right…
Non Compos Mentis: Right… Erm… thanks for the present… Can I ask you for a favor?
Steve Lennox: Sure…
Non Compos Mentis: Try and keep Jimmy away from the cake until later…
Steve Lennox: Sure… have a good one Se…Mentis…
[Lennox walks off into the kitchen and is shortly heard screaming ‘NO JIMMY’ in desperation. Mentis holds his head in his hands and turns around to stare straight into the chest of a huge man who is wearing a black, short-sleeved shirt and khaki colored trousers. Mentis looks up at the mans head.]
Non Compos Mentis: Well… If it aint the 7 FOOT TALL… 360 LBS MONSTER… THE RICKSTER…How are you Rick?
Rickster: I’m fine man… Happy Birthday…
Non Compos Mentis: How’s the career going recently?
Rickster: I formed a tag team with Ronnie…
Non Compos Mentis: Ronnie… As in Galvone…
Rickster: Yep… We work up in Jersey usually… He would have loved to have come but he had something planned already… He sends his regards…
Non Compos Mentis: Ok… Thanks… Look… There’s refreshments and punch in the kitchen… Help yourself…
[Rickster moves off towards the kitchen but is stopped in his tracks when the sound of a glass being tapped. At the far end of the room there is a man wearing matching black trousers and jacket and a red shirt, which appear to be from a very stylish brand. He puts the glass down on a table and looks up to the group of guests scattered around the room.]
Troy LaGuardia: Hello everybody… And thank you for attending today… I know a few of you had prior engagements that you put off for this so thank you again…
Jimmy Rooney: BORING!!!
Troy LaGuardia: Shut up Jimmy… Anyway… Its nice to see you all… some for the first time since XCW went under… And this reunion is just a way of bringing the core of the old federation together for one last hurrah…
But as we know… Today is not just about XCW… Its about Mentis… And on this day we are celebrating his 35th birthday…
And as we know… Mentis has done well for himself recently and is probably the most successful of us since leaving…
Rickster: HEY!!!
Troy LaGuardia: What? Come-on… You have won a Tag Team title in a crackpot Jersey federation…
Rickster: Pft…
Troy LaGuardia: Mentis… you have one of your biggest matches to-date this week… You face Johnny Vivacious for your North American Title… I think I speak for everyone when I say… KICK HIS ASS!!!
[Everyone in the room erupts into cheers but quickly quiets down as Mentis speaks.]
Non Compos Mentis: Thank you Troy… Thanks guys… I have to say that its good to see all of you here and I have to thank you all for what you have done for me…
Troy… You brought me into XCW when I was on the streets and you gave me a future… Where I was I was on the short track to an early death and you took me away from that…
And to all of you… You gave me a chance to showcase my skills… you got me into this place by putting me through XCW and putting me in the frame for GCG and now here… in PCW…
What you have given me is a new lease of life… a life of my own… one where I haven’t had to depend on handouts and loose change for once…
For that… I thank you all…
Jimmy Rooney: I WANT CAKE!!!
Non Compos Mentis: OK… someone get Jimmy some cake and shut him up…
[Everybody walks forward into the kitchen to mob the cake and Mentis walks over to his dark red leather couch and slumps into it. He throws his head back and closes his eyes in reflection.]
The old guys back together once again…
Its been too long since I have seen them… They were always good friends for me during my lowest times…
All of my old friends coming back as moral support for one of the biggest matches of my career… I don’t think for one second that I’ll need much of that though…
I already know that John Matthews… AKA Johnny Vivacious… is a yellow little bastard anyway… I mean what type of idiot decides to intimidate a former inmate of an insane asylum by bringing out a midget…
John…John…John… How stupid are you? What did you think would happen?
Of course you will say you were sending a psychological message to me… but you know what I was sending… I was sending a very clear message that you… John… cannot fight me… you cannot wrestle me… You cannot even stand toe to toe with me… that is why you ran… that is why you are scared of me…
As for what you have said about me not caring for the fans… you couldn’t be further from the truth John… It is the fans that dictate if I am a success or not… Sure the other wrestlers play their part in making the matches good but it is the fans… The fans that spend their hard earned money… money that they could spend on food or clothes for their families… to see us… these fans that make the final judgment on if you live or die in the wrestling world…
Therefore it is them that I should thank for where I am today and I do thank them… Which is more than I can say for you…
It seems only fate that my old friends return to me as new enemies emerge from the woodwork…
With the inflow of new arrivals it only means more to fight… More to beat… more people to help my career by losing… And they include you John… Just another opponent to help push me towards that second shot at the World title…
And if you want to make more of it than that… You will be welcome to because I will return time after time to beat you in whatever match you choose…
You see… I will win this match because I will have the crowd behind me… And all of my friends will be there… in the PCW arena… Who do you have?
Your little wifey… Stace… Your little walking lapdog… What will she do… Distract the referee… Give you weapons… you forget… I have dealt with people worse than you in the asylum… I can deal with whatever you give out…
So John Matthews… When you step into that ring at Mass Destruction… I will put you into a world of pain that you have never experienced before… and not you… or your stupid mutt of wife… will be able to do anything about it…
For I am Non Compos Mentis…
The Usher of Destruction…
[Troy LaGuardia comes out of the kitchen and signals for Mentis to come in. Mentis gets up and walks into the kitchen o be met with cheers.
The scene then slowly fades to black.]
