Post by Mr. Showtime on Mar 24, 2006 13:36:28 GMT -5
(The scene opens in the office of “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght in the back of “The Best Gym” in Brick, New Jersey. At this point in time there is no one in the room, as a matter of a fact the room looked almost deserted. Papers lie around as they did the past week and who knows when they would be disturbed. From out in the gym the office door begins to open. As the door opens there appears Tom and a PCW cameraman. The two stumble into the room trying to find there normal interviewee. Tom wearing his normal disheveled tuxedo and the cameraman short behind. The two hit the lights illuminating the room for the first time in over a week. Today the gym had closed because there was no one around to open the damn thing. Without Perfection speaking to Showtime she was no longer around to help and Showtime had seemed to vanish again. No one has seen him anywhere in the New Jersey area. Tom and his cameraman take a quick look around the office not really finding anything. Disappointed that they didn’t get lucky in finding Showtime possible here, the two make for the exit.) [/color]
Cameraman: Hey what is this?
(On the table to the right of the door lies a bronze mask that looks to be able to only cover half of ones face. Tom takes a look and from the back of the office there is a slight thump, as if someone had dropped something in the bathroom located in the corner of the office. With the look of terror in his eyes Tom looks deep into the camera and takes a hardy gulp. Tom begins to walk back towards the restroom walking very cautiously. Tom gets to the bathroom door which is open slightly, with the light off. Tom pushes the door open and sticks his head through the crack to see something that he had never wished to. The is a horrid screech in the room and Tom goes barreling back and crashes onto the ground as the cameraman steps out of the way of the tumble. Tom’s face looks ghost white, as he sits on the ground shaking.) [/color]
Cameraman: What was it?
Tom: It’s…It’s…
Cameraman: It’s what?
(As the cameraman finishes his question there is a long arm that was covered with some sort of black jacket. The arm reaches out and grabs what seem to be a long dress coat and a large hat. A sort of hat you would see an old school detective wear. After a slight pause the door swings open and out steps a man wearing that long dress coat and that large hat. The man had the coat collar popped where in it covers the man’s face. The hat covers the upper half of the dark figures head and there is a slight reflection from the camera’s light on the man’s eyes. The figure must be wearing some sort of dark sunglasses.) [/color]
Dark Figure: Did you get a good look Thomas. You are the first to gaze upon it.
Tom: It’s Showtime!?!?
(That it was “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght. Showtime his the light switch that is on the other side of the lavatories. The light from the room disappears, leaving the three men in darkness once again. Showtime gestures to the cameraman to toss him his mask. More then willing the cameraman obliges Showtime by tossing the mask. Showtime begins to get close but not too close. Showtime is also not completely addressing the camera, for his stands with his right side facing the camera shying the left away. In a very deep and melon collie voice Showtime begins to speak.) [/color]
Showtime: Thomas, get off of the floor, you look like a disgrace. Now why are you snooping around here?
Tom: Well…I…Sorrrr….
Showtime: Save it Thomas. Now calm yourself I will not hurt you.
Tom: My god Mr. Showtime…your face…
Showtime: Yes my face. I understand what has happened to me. That’s why I haven’t been here for a while. I have been working on a way to fix my face. The doctors around here say that there is too much scar tissue, and that it will never be normal again. You hear that…NEVER!!! This is what they have done to me; Management…Phinehas Grimm…This is there doing. They will pay oh yes they will all pay.
Tom: But you are still wrestling, with the mask but still wrestling. Why?
Showtime: Why? Thomas your better then that, aren’t you? They wanted to take me out. Phinehas Grimm is afraid of me; he fears every bit of this. He knows that I was the real winner of our pay-per-view and to stop me from being able to take that title from him he did the unthinkable. He did the horror you just view first hand Thomas, to try and take me out. Now I still have no doubt in my mind that someone other then himself came up with that plan. There are others that wish Mr. Showtime’s absence around here, and I plan to disappoint them.
Tom: That is crazy sir. No one was plotting against you there. Phinehas Grimm is just a twisted individual. He acted out of his own wills.
Showtime: First don’t call me crazy…I haven’t completely lost it yet Thomas. And you may be correct they may not out to get me, but I cannot be sure. I have a watchful eye out for everyone in Pure Class Wrestling. I no longer have anyone to watch my back there, so I have to watch it myself. I have had some special orders from “The Captain” that the two of us are not to interact for a while. That doesn’t really bother me all that much for no one can keep me from Phinehas. I will be near, waiting, plotting my revenge.
Tom: Are you at all concerned with your competitors. There are others that you will be facing in between your next encounter with Grimm. You seemed to put in some handy work with Kri Delastano…
Showtime: Who?
Tom: Your opponent last week.
Showtime: Ah…the Indian fellow. What ever his name is.
Tom: yes but this week you have to face off against Lantas.
Showtime: The gnome?
Tom: Elf.
Showtime: Elf?
Tom: Elf.
Showtime: What ever creature that he is all he is doing is standing in my way as of now. I really don’t care who it is that I will have to tear through. I no longer feel sorrow for those that feel pain. Bones will be broken and blood will be spilled for the tortures that I have been going through. There is no one that is safe anymore. I will get my revenge!!!
(There is a noise heard over by the office door. Both the cameraman and Tom look towards it, but it seems that it was nothing. When the two resume their attention on Mr. Showtime, they realized that he was no longer standing in front of them. During that split second that the two men looked away Showtime vanished, mask and all. With puzzled looks upon their faces Tom and the PCW cameraman exit the room. The camera fades out to black and cuts to snow.)[/color]
Cameraman: Hey what is this?
(On the table to the right of the door lies a bronze mask that looks to be able to only cover half of ones face. Tom takes a look and from the back of the office there is a slight thump, as if someone had dropped something in the bathroom located in the corner of the office. With the look of terror in his eyes Tom looks deep into the camera and takes a hardy gulp. Tom begins to walk back towards the restroom walking very cautiously. Tom gets to the bathroom door which is open slightly, with the light off. Tom pushes the door open and sticks his head through the crack to see something that he had never wished to. The is a horrid screech in the room and Tom goes barreling back and crashes onto the ground as the cameraman steps out of the way of the tumble. Tom’s face looks ghost white, as he sits on the ground shaking.) [/color]
Cameraman: What was it?
Tom: It’s…It’s…
Cameraman: It’s what?
(As the cameraman finishes his question there is a long arm that was covered with some sort of black jacket. The arm reaches out and grabs what seem to be a long dress coat and a large hat. A sort of hat you would see an old school detective wear. After a slight pause the door swings open and out steps a man wearing that long dress coat and that large hat. The man had the coat collar popped where in it covers the man’s face. The hat covers the upper half of the dark figures head and there is a slight reflection from the camera’s light on the man’s eyes. The figure must be wearing some sort of dark sunglasses.) [/color]
Dark Figure: Did you get a good look Thomas. You are the first to gaze upon it.
Tom: It’s Showtime!?!?
(That it was “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght. Showtime his the light switch that is on the other side of the lavatories. The light from the room disappears, leaving the three men in darkness once again. Showtime gestures to the cameraman to toss him his mask. More then willing the cameraman obliges Showtime by tossing the mask. Showtime begins to get close but not too close. Showtime is also not completely addressing the camera, for his stands with his right side facing the camera shying the left away. In a very deep and melon collie voice Showtime begins to speak.) [/color]
Showtime: Thomas, get off of the floor, you look like a disgrace. Now why are you snooping around here?
Tom: Well…I…Sorrrr….
Showtime: Save it Thomas. Now calm yourself I will not hurt you.
Tom: My god Mr. Showtime…your face…
Showtime: Yes my face. I understand what has happened to me. That’s why I haven’t been here for a while. I have been working on a way to fix my face. The doctors around here say that there is too much scar tissue, and that it will never be normal again. You hear that…NEVER!!! This is what they have done to me; Management…Phinehas Grimm…This is there doing. They will pay oh yes they will all pay.
Tom: But you are still wrestling, with the mask but still wrestling. Why?
Showtime: Why? Thomas your better then that, aren’t you? They wanted to take me out. Phinehas Grimm is afraid of me; he fears every bit of this. He knows that I was the real winner of our pay-per-view and to stop me from being able to take that title from him he did the unthinkable. He did the horror you just view first hand Thomas, to try and take me out. Now I still have no doubt in my mind that someone other then himself came up with that plan. There are others that wish Mr. Showtime’s absence around here, and I plan to disappoint them.
Tom: That is crazy sir. No one was plotting against you there. Phinehas Grimm is just a twisted individual. He acted out of his own wills.
Showtime: First don’t call me crazy…I haven’t completely lost it yet Thomas. And you may be correct they may not out to get me, but I cannot be sure. I have a watchful eye out for everyone in Pure Class Wrestling. I no longer have anyone to watch my back there, so I have to watch it myself. I have had some special orders from “The Captain” that the two of us are not to interact for a while. That doesn’t really bother me all that much for no one can keep me from Phinehas. I will be near, waiting, plotting my revenge.
Tom: Are you at all concerned with your competitors. There are others that you will be facing in between your next encounter with Grimm. You seemed to put in some handy work with Kri Delastano…
Showtime: Who?
Tom: Your opponent last week.
Showtime: Ah…the Indian fellow. What ever his name is.
Tom: yes but this week you have to face off against Lantas.
Showtime: The gnome?
Tom: Elf.
Showtime: Elf?
Tom: Elf.
Showtime: What ever creature that he is all he is doing is standing in my way as of now. I really don’t care who it is that I will have to tear through. I no longer feel sorrow for those that feel pain. Bones will be broken and blood will be spilled for the tortures that I have been going through. There is no one that is safe anymore. I will get my revenge!!!
(There is a noise heard over by the office door. Both the cameraman and Tom look towards it, but it seems that it was nothing. When the two resume their attention on Mr. Showtime, they realized that he was no longer standing in front of them. During that split second that the two men looked away Showtime vanished, mask and all. With puzzled looks upon their faces Tom and the PCW cameraman exit the room. The camera fades out to black and cuts to snow.)[/color]
