Post by Non Compos Mentis on Mar 11, 2006 9:06:05 GMT -5
[The scene opens with a view of a shining golden floor, sparkling in what appears to be abundant sunshine. As we walk along, still looking down at this golden floor we see it is expansive in width. We continue walking for at least a minute on the same golden floor.
Now we look up to see a change in the path. The light golden floor on our level changes into a higher plane, a step leading up to a separate level except this level is made completely of a darker, dirtier, but yet still golden material. Although the new obstacle is taller than the one we are standing on and is around 7 feet in width, it is only 2 feet higher and so we can clearly see onto and over it.
Because we can see on top of it we are presented with a figure, standing erect, on the new platform. As he stands there he looks around in a confused manor. We spend some time looking at him and see that he is Non Compos Mentis. One thing is confusing however.
Against his recent turn back to “rugged” clothing, Mentis is wearing an assortment of extravagant and expensive clothes including a burgundy silk shirt, buffed black loafers and black slacks.
We climb up onto the platform to see what appears to be the top of screw. The one thing odd being that it is at least 2 feet in diameter.
We look along the platform about 15 feet to see what appear to be giant letters standing out by a couple of inches.
Mentis begins to walk along the platform towards the risen lettering. He then walks on towards the far end of the lettering and looks down. Slowly he begins to walk the line once more.]
Non Compos Mentis: N-O-R-T-H-A-M-E-R-I-C-A-N-C-H-A-M-P-I-O-N-S-H-I-P
Hmmmmm…
North American Championship… Weird…
[Mentis gets off the platform and back onto the light golden floor. He walks south past towards another similarly shaped platform that is shaded in a similar dirty gold color. Then he gets onto it by climbing up the two foot side and once more sees the large screw.
Once more he walks over to the other side of the platform and past an assortment of letters. He stops suddenly and the, once again, begins to walk the line.]
Non Compos Mentis: V-…
V… But there’s no V in Non Compos Mentis…
V-I-V-A-C-I-O-U-S…
An imposter…
Where is my name…
[As we look on at Mentis his expression turns from one of curiosity to one of confusion and finally disappointment. Suddenly, as Mentis stands bemused, his clothing begins to flicker between his current attire and his more traditional wears of denim and black cloth.
Finally the clothing settles on the older, more traditional clothing.]
Non Compos Mentis: What is happening…
Why am I like this…
Why am I wearing this…
I want the expensive clothes… the extravagant clothes… the status… the power…
But I am stuck with these…
Cheap… Crappy… meaningless… powerless…
Without the title I am nothing…
I am meaningless… powerless…
I am expendable…
I am worth nothing more than the flimsy tables under the ring… the chairs I have used to win matches…
[Mentis gets down off the platform and walks off north along the light golden path once more. As he walks along the path he begins to reflect on himself and current affairs.]
PCW…
The biggest step in my career…
And now the biggest match…
Johnny Vivacious vs Non Compos Mentis…
For my… MY… North American Title… the title that was stolen from me… by an arrogant… obnoxious… man hiding behind his personality… hiding behind the title…
Hiding behind that bitch… Chrissy Johnson… and his and her shady tactics… throwing in the towel for me… I COULD HAVE BEATEN ACE…
Winning that title was the most important… the proudest… moment of my life… At that moment I ceased to be a nobody… That win… over Slither… gifted me the chance to prove to the world that I was worth something…
[Mentis, by now, has walked over 100 yards north along the light golden path and now faces a further obstacle, a 5 foot wall of red metallic material staring at him. The wall, however, is curved as if the whole structure is an oval perhaps.
Mentis spends some time looking on at the wall before pulling himself up onto the top of it. From here he sees an apparent sea of red and white, and in the distance a slight hint of blue.
Mentis walks forward into the sea and ventures towards the blue hue in the distance. Passing past several lines of simultaneous red and white until reaching the corner of the blue abyss. As he looks on at it he stops walking and looks down to see a collection of sparkling white stars. At this point he simply stands still in reflection.]
The American dream…
When anyone can make themselves a fortune…
Anyone can be a success…
The constitution tries to protect this… The people try to live this…
As have I… when I had the title I was living it…
I had the house… the clothes… the car… the money… the lifestyle…
And then John beat me…
I lost the belt… I lost the champions bonuses…
But that will change…
Game Over…
Johnny Vivacious vs Non Compos Mentis…
But I will refuse to call this a towel match…
This is effectively an I Quit match…
And I will not quit no matter what towel end up in that ring…
I will regain my title and I will go on to capture more success…
I will live out the American dream…
And I will become the greatest that PCW has to offer…
I will create my own dream…
My North American Dream…
For I am Non Compos Mentis…
The Usher Of Destruction…
[Mentis stays standing for a few seconds longer.]
Sean…
Wake up…
[The scene then fades to black]
Now we look up to see a change in the path. The light golden floor on our level changes into a higher plane, a step leading up to a separate level except this level is made completely of a darker, dirtier, but yet still golden material. Although the new obstacle is taller than the one we are standing on and is around 7 feet in width, it is only 2 feet higher and so we can clearly see onto and over it.
Because we can see on top of it we are presented with a figure, standing erect, on the new platform. As he stands there he looks around in a confused manor. We spend some time looking at him and see that he is Non Compos Mentis. One thing is confusing however.
Against his recent turn back to “rugged” clothing, Mentis is wearing an assortment of extravagant and expensive clothes including a burgundy silk shirt, buffed black loafers and black slacks.
We climb up onto the platform to see what appears to be the top of screw. The one thing odd being that it is at least 2 feet in diameter.
We look along the platform about 15 feet to see what appear to be giant letters standing out by a couple of inches.
Mentis begins to walk along the platform towards the risen lettering. He then walks on towards the far end of the lettering and looks down. Slowly he begins to walk the line once more.]
Non Compos Mentis: N-O-R-T-H-A-M-E-R-I-C-A-N-C-H-A-M-P-I-O-N-S-H-I-P
Hmmmmm…
North American Championship… Weird…
[Mentis gets off the platform and back onto the light golden floor. He walks south past towards another similarly shaped platform that is shaded in a similar dirty gold color. Then he gets onto it by climbing up the two foot side and once more sees the large screw.
Once more he walks over to the other side of the platform and past an assortment of letters. He stops suddenly and the, once again, begins to walk the line.]
Non Compos Mentis: V-…
V… But there’s no V in Non Compos Mentis…
V-I-V-A-C-I-O-U-S…
An imposter…
Where is my name…
[As we look on at Mentis his expression turns from one of curiosity to one of confusion and finally disappointment. Suddenly, as Mentis stands bemused, his clothing begins to flicker between his current attire and his more traditional wears of denim and black cloth.
Finally the clothing settles on the older, more traditional clothing.]
Non Compos Mentis: What is happening…
Why am I like this…
Why am I wearing this…
I want the expensive clothes… the extravagant clothes… the status… the power…
But I am stuck with these…
Cheap… Crappy… meaningless… powerless…
Without the title I am nothing…
I am meaningless… powerless…
I am expendable…
I am worth nothing more than the flimsy tables under the ring… the chairs I have used to win matches…
[Mentis gets down off the platform and walks off north along the light golden path once more. As he walks along the path he begins to reflect on himself and current affairs.]
PCW…
The biggest step in my career…
And now the biggest match…
Johnny Vivacious vs Non Compos Mentis…
For my… MY… North American Title… the title that was stolen from me… by an arrogant… obnoxious… man hiding behind his personality… hiding behind the title…
Hiding behind that bitch… Chrissy Johnson… and his and her shady tactics… throwing in the towel for me… I COULD HAVE BEATEN ACE…
Winning that title was the most important… the proudest… moment of my life… At that moment I ceased to be a nobody… That win… over Slither… gifted me the chance to prove to the world that I was worth something…
[Mentis, by now, has walked over 100 yards north along the light golden path and now faces a further obstacle, a 5 foot wall of red metallic material staring at him. The wall, however, is curved as if the whole structure is an oval perhaps.
Mentis spends some time looking on at the wall before pulling himself up onto the top of it. From here he sees an apparent sea of red and white, and in the distance a slight hint of blue.
Mentis walks forward into the sea and ventures towards the blue hue in the distance. Passing past several lines of simultaneous red and white until reaching the corner of the blue abyss. As he looks on at it he stops walking and looks down to see a collection of sparkling white stars. At this point he simply stands still in reflection.]
The American dream…
When anyone can make themselves a fortune…
Anyone can be a success…
The constitution tries to protect this… The people try to live this…
As have I… when I had the title I was living it…
I had the house… the clothes… the car… the money… the lifestyle…
And then John beat me…
I lost the belt… I lost the champions bonuses…
But that will change…
Game Over…
Johnny Vivacious vs Non Compos Mentis…
But I will refuse to call this a towel match…
This is effectively an I Quit match…
And I will not quit no matter what towel end up in that ring…
I will regain my title and I will go on to capture more success…
I will live out the American dream…
And I will become the greatest that PCW has to offer…
I will create my own dream…
My North American Dream…
For I am Non Compos Mentis…
The Usher Of Destruction…
[Mentis stays standing for a few seconds longer.]
Sean…
Wake up…
[The scene then fades to black]
