Post by Non Compos Mentis on Mar 20, 2006 11:50:29 GMT -5
[The scene opens with a view of a large TV screen sitting in the center of a large white wall that has a 1 foot by 3 foot piece of modern art that involves a large amount of the colors red and black.
We pull back from the TV screen to see the full picture. The screen appears to be showing a wrestling match from the early nineties. It is clear from the production values on the piece that the match is in a major promotion in the wrestling world.
We pull out even further to behind a large burgundy colored leather sofa and a person sat on it, leaning forward as if watching the screen intently. We see the hair of the man and it is pulled back into a loose ponytail but still looks remotely scrappy. He is wearing a red short-sleeved shirt that we can just see before his back dips behind the sofa.
The man in the seat leans back and covers his face with his hands before returning to his previous position.
We turn around the man to the left side to finally reveal his identity. He is Non Compos Mentis but with a difference. He is not wearing his trademarked clothing of Denim and black but is instead wearing a combination of red and black, with the black being made up of his shoes and pants.
We then turn back to the TV screen that is now in more detail. In the wrestling ring that is pictured we see two wrestlers, Shawn Michaels and Bret ‘The Hitman’ Hart. Hart has a myriad of emotions running through his face as we see a close up of him. Michaels is celebrating around the ring and soon outside the ring with the WWF World Title. A mass of people mill around at ringside in confusion as Michaels disappears from sight. Hart remains as the emotion on his face begin to dissipate. Soon only revelation is left as Hart realizes what has happened, and then anger takes over.]
Non Compos Mentis: Bret Hart vs Shawn Michaels…
The WWF World Title…
The most controversial part of wrestling history…
Ever…
The Montreal Screwjob…
Announcer: HART LOSES… HART LOSES…
Non Compos Mentis: Bret Hart enters as champion…
Shawn Michaels as the challenger…
For some reason Michaels walks in more confident than usual… He knows something… Something that Hart doesn’t…
Hart stands in the ring… confident that he has been given the win by the powers that be…
OK… so some wrestling is fixed… doesn’t mean all of it is…
DING…DING…
Non Compos Mentis: The Match starts…
It seems normal…
Nothing out of the ordinary…
A good clean match up between the two leading lights in wrestling…
Cut to what should appear to be the middle of the match…
Michaels is building up momentum… No one thinks it will last and Bret Hart will eventually win out…
Announcer: PIN…
Non Compos Mentis: Michaels rolls up Hart in a small package…
WHAT JUST HAPPENED… MICHAELS WINS… BUT HOW…
Non Compos Mentis: Time stands still…
Michaels stands as the referee runs around trying to find out what the result is…
Finally… it happens…
Ring Announcer: YOUR WINNER… AND… NEW… WWF WORLD CHAMPION… SHAWN MICHAELS…
Non Compos Mentis: Bret get hit by a brick wall…
He loses… but how…
Why…
He should have won… he was told he would win… Vince McMahon had told him he would win…
Cut to years later and Bret ‘The Hitman’ Hart, the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be, has cut off all contact between himself and Vince McMahon and the WWF/E…
Its not exactly the same…
But my own miniature Montreal Screwjob has occurred… OK The powers that be haven’t screwed me… but nevertheless I have been screwed…
Screwed by my enemies… screwed by my nemesis…
Screwed out of my chance…
MY CHANCE DAMMIT…
MY CHANCE AT STARDOM…
MY CHANCE AT BEING WHAT I HAVE WANTED TO BE…
I was screwed by that little bitch and her egomaniac … not to mention damn near adulterous… boyfriend…
What happened…
Banks… he lost that match…
Not me… I didn’t throw the towel in… I didn’t drop the ball… I didn’t give in…
Banks lost it… he didn’t keep his eye on the person he should have been… THE BITCH… and now…
And yet it will go down on my record as a loss… I will count against me when they decide the next challenger…
Hell… I’ve had two title matches against him and two times I have been screwed… they wont give me another shot… not if they can find anyone else…
[Mentis then shakes his head slightly and then drops it again.]
Non Compos Mentis: Maybe he… it… was right…
Maybe he knew about the towel and didn’t do anything about it…
Maybe he wanted me to lose…
To give him a route back…
A route into PCW as a wrestler… not a manager or a valet or a towel boy… a wrestler…
The former tag team champion… wanting another shot at the big time…
Banks didn’t know… he couldn’t have… he wouldn’t try to screw me…
But he might have…
Sure Chrissy sprayed him… but to spend minutes… not seconds… minutes… pawing at his eyes… rubbing them… there was something happening…
What about trauma… what if it happens again… what if Banks or Chrissy or Vivacious attack me… screw me again…
Why does he get the main event… and I get a midcard nothing match against Melissa Malone… a fluker… a no-hoper… NOTHING…
Sure she has a win against Ace Anderson… big deal… I can beat her…
Cant I…
What if I get screwed… what if I make a mistake…
She’s beaten the World Champion…
Can I beat her…
Really… truly… honestly…
Can I beat her…
I don’t know…
[Mentis lifts his head into the artificial light of the TV.]
Non Compos Mentis: Did Banks screw me…
Was it right…
No… it couldn’t have been…
It couldn’t…
Could it…
[Mentis lowers his head into his hands as the tape on the television begins to flicker as the program finishes. As the video fades out static takes over and the room is plunged into flickering light then darkness until all fades to black.]
We pull back from the TV screen to see the full picture. The screen appears to be showing a wrestling match from the early nineties. It is clear from the production values on the piece that the match is in a major promotion in the wrestling world.
We pull out even further to behind a large burgundy colored leather sofa and a person sat on it, leaning forward as if watching the screen intently. We see the hair of the man and it is pulled back into a loose ponytail but still looks remotely scrappy. He is wearing a red short-sleeved shirt that we can just see before his back dips behind the sofa.
The man in the seat leans back and covers his face with his hands before returning to his previous position.
We turn around the man to the left side to finally reveal his identity. He is Non Compos Mentis but with a difference. He is not wearing his trademarked clothing of Denim and black but is instead wearing a combination of red and black, with the black being made up of his shoes and pants.
We then turn back to the TV screen that is now in more detail. In the wrestling ring that is pictured we see two wrestlers, Shawn Michaels and Bret ‘The Hitman’ Hart. Hart has a myriad of emotions running through his face as we see a close up of him. Michaels is celebrating around the ring and soon outside the ring with the WWF World Title. A mass of people mill around at ringside in confusion as Michaels disappears from sight. Hart remains as the emotion on his face begin to dissipate. Soon only revelation is left as Hart realizes what has happened, and then anger takes over.]
Non Compos Mentis: Bret Hart vs Shawn Michaels…
The WWF World Title…
The most controversial part of wrestling history…
Ever…
The Montreal Screwjob…
Announcer: HART LOSES… HART LOSES…
Non Compos Mentis: Bret Hart enters as champion…
Shawn Michaels as the challenger…
For some reason Michaels walks in more confident than usual… He knows something… Something that Hart doesn’t…
Hart stands in the ring… confident that he has been given the win by the powers that be…
OK… so some wrestling is fixed… doesn’t mean all of it is…
DING…DING…
Non Compos Mentis: The Match starts…
It seems normal…
Nothing out of the ordinary…
A good clean match up between the two leading lights in wrestling…
Cut to what should appear to be the middle of the match…
Michaels is building up momentum… No one thinks it will last and Bret Hart will eventually win out…
Announcer: PIN…
Non Compos Mentis: Michaels rolls up Hart in a small package…
WHAT JUST HAPPENED… MICHAELS WINS… BUT HOW…
Non Compos Mentis: Time stands still…
Michaels stands as the referee runs around trying to find out what the result is…
Finally… it happens…
Ring Announcer: YOUR WINNER… AND… NEW… WWF WORLD CHAMPION… SHAWN MICHAELS…
Non Compos Mentis: Bret get hit by a brick wall…
He loses… but how…
Why…
He should have won… he was told he would win… Vince McMahon had told him he would win…
Cut to years later and Bret ‘The Hitman’ Hart, the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be, has cut off all contact between himself and Vince McMahon and the WWF/E…
Its not exactly the same…
But my own miniature Montreal Screwjob has occurred… OK The powers that be haven’t screwed me… but nevertheless I have been screwed…
Screwed by my enemies… screwed by my nemesis…
Screwed out of my chance…
MY CHANCE DAMMIT…
MY CHANCE AT STARDOM…
MY CHANCE AT BEING WHAT I HAVE WANTED TO BE…
I was screwed by that little bitch and her egomaniac … not to mention damn near adulterous… boyfriend…
What happened…
Banks… he lost that match…
Not me… I didn’t throw the towel in… I didn’t drop the ball… I didn’t give in…
Banks lost it… he didn’t keep his eye on the person he should have been… THE BITCH… and now…
And yet it will go down on my record as a loss… I will count against me when they decide the next challenger…
Hell… I’ve had two title matches against him and two times I have been screwed… they wont give me another shot… not if they can find anyone else…
[Mentis then shakes his head slightly and then drops it again.]
Non Compos Mentis: Maybe he… it… was right…
Maybe he knew about the towel and didn’t do anything about it…
Maybe he wanted me to lose…
To give him a route back…
A route into PCW as a wrestler… not a manager or a valet or a towel boy… a wrestler…
The former tag team champion… wanting another shot at the big time…
Banks didn’t know… he couldn’t have… he wouldn’t try to screw me…
But he might have…
Sure Chrissy sprayed him… but to spend minutes… not seconds… minutes… pawing at his eyes… rubbing them… there was something happening…
What about trauma… what if it happens again… what if Banks or Chrissy or Vivacious attack me… screw me again…
Why does he get the main event… and I get a midcard nothing match against Melissa Malone… a fluker… a no-hoper… NOTHING…
Sure she has a win against Ace Anderson… big deal… I can beat her…
Cant I…
What if I get screwed… what if I make a mistake…
She’s beaten the World Champion…
Can I beat her…
Really… truly… honestly…
Can I beat her…
I don’t know…
[Mentis lifts his head into the artificial light of the TV.]
Non Compos Mentis: Did Banks screw me…
Was it right…
No… it couldn’t have been…
It couldn’t…
Could it…
[Mentis lowers his head into his hands as the tape on the television begins to flicker as the program finishes. As the video fades out static takes over and the room is plunged into flickering light then darkness until all fades to black.]
