Post by Mr. Showtime on Mar 27, 2006 20:48:27 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in a swampy bog. There is fog everywhere and it’s hard enough to see your own hand, little lone what is going on around you. The fog seems to be dance upon the top of the water. Mixing with all of the filth that floats at the surface. There is though a slight sign of light. The light is emerging from a fire that must have been lit by someone, for it is one that you would find at a campfire. The stone lay all around it and the stick are stacked high. The scene settles at this fire. Behind it there is a long hollow long, which is almost completely rotted away. It’s sturdy but one good hit, it would all crumple to pieces. Now there is a noise heard from the woods that surround the bog, and there are two flickers of light shining from it. It looks to be a refection of the fire in some sort of glasses. Something is flung from inside the brush and lands with a large thump.)
There gaze upon it
(Now resting beside the fire is a large bronze colored mask. It is the one that protects the face of the recently mutilated Pure Class Superstar. The reflection from the glasses are getting closer and as a shadowed figure approaches. Though you cannot see it the figure is clearly “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wright. He’s getting closer and gently rests himself on the long which is behind the fire. He is sitting in a position where you cannot see his face for the fire is in the way. There are slight glimpses of his face but he is also sitting at an angle where the right side of his face is shown. The left stays in the dark…at all times. He is quit. This is his deliberation time. Tomorrow he gets to return to the ring where “IT” happened.)
(It didn’t matter to him anymore what was done was done and now all that was left was the bitter taste of revenge. He longed for it and it was quit maddening. He traveled far and wide but there is nothing that anyone could do. It was ruined. What was he to do now? Wear that infernal mask for the rest of his day. Hide in the shadows so it is not to be seen, when before the spotlight was all he yearned for. What Irony. That beast took from him Showtime’s most prized possession. And worst of all there wan nothing Showtime could do. He had to stay away, but close he would be.)
Watching
(Showtime was filled with rage. Never did he feel so dark. Most of Showtime’s career was spent as a rather charismatic person. One who strived for greatness and made himself the center of attention. Now. This is where he is, in the despair of this bog. He hasn’t been to either of his home for a while now. All the maintenance of his person happened on the road. But the longer he stays a way the more it builds.)
(He may be a slight delusional at this point. Who wouldn’t? But he knows what had happened and that there was no fix. The Management! Phinehas! This is all he deliberates about. That and the Elf. That is what the great doctor told him. Not to underestimate the elf. Show had been, he didn’t care about his upcoming matches. All he knew was that the pain needed to end. No matter whom it was that stood in his way. Everyone has there demons. Lantlas did as well. Though Showtime didn’t pay much attention to them at this point, for he wears his demon on his face. It is a rough patch for him but soon the pain would end.)
Peace
(Regardless of the circumstances, Lantlas was sneaking more and more into the mind of this man. Everyone’s problems are their own and every man was to stand up to them. The wind howls fiercely and the fire almost looks like some one was trying to blow it out like a birthday candle. The fire manages to stay alive, but while the light was gone from the scene Showtime vanished. At the moment that he had of darkness, it was all he needed to make is escape into the brush again. Gone from sight, like he was never there. The wind picks again and now fiercer then ever and manages to extinguish the fire. As the fire goes out the scene fades to black and cuts to snow.)
(Gone into the darkness.)[/i][/color]
There gaze upon it
(Now resting beside the fire is a large bronze colored mask. It is the one that protects the face of the recently mutilated Pure Class Superstar. The reflection from the glasses are getting closer and as a shadowed figure approaches. Though you cannot see it the figure is clearly “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wright. He’s getting closer and gently rests himself on the long which is behind the fire. He is sitting in a position where you cannot see his face for the fire is in the way. There are slight glimpses of his face but he is also sitting at an angle where the right side of his face is shown. The left stays in the dark…at all times. He is quit. This is his deliberation time. Tomorrow he gets to return to the ring where “IT” happened.)
(It didn’t matter to him anymore what was done was done and now all that was left was the bitter taste of revenge. He longed for it and it was quit maddening. He traveled far and wide but there is nothing that anyone could do. It was ruined. What was he to do now? Wear that infernal mask for the rest of his day. Hide in the shadows so it is not to be seen, when before the spotlight was all he yearned for. What Irony. That beast took from him Showtime’s most prized possession. And worst of all there wan nothing Showtime could do. He had to stay away, but close he would be.)
Watching
(Showtime was filled with rage. Never did he feel so dark. Most of Showtime’s career was spent as a rather charismatic person. One who strived for greatness and made himself the center of attention. Now. This is where he is, in the despair of this bog. He hasn’t been to either of his home for a while now. All the maintenance of his person happened on the road. But the longer he stays a way the more it builds.)
(He may be a slight delusional at this point. Who wouldn’t? But he knows what had happened and that there was no fix. The Management! Phinehas! This is all he deliberates about. That and the Elf. That is what the great doctor told him. Not to underestimate the elf. Show had been, he didn’t care about his upcoming matches. All he knew was that the pain needed to end. No matter whom it was that stood in his way. Everyone has there demons. Lantlas did as well. Though Showtime didn’t pay much attention to them at this point, for he wears his demon on his face. It is a rough patch for him but soon the pain would end.)
Peace
(Regardless of the circumstances, Lantlas was sneaking more and more into the mind of this man. Everyone’s problems are their own and every man was to stand up to them. The wind howls fiercely and the fire almost looks like some one was trying to blow it out like a birthday candle. The fire manages to stay alive, but while the light was gone from the scene Showtime vanished. At the moment that he had of darkness, it was all he needed to make is escape into the brush again. Gone from sight, like he was never there. The wind picks again and now fiercer then ever and manages to extinguish the fire. As the fire goes out the scene fades to black and cuts to snow.)
(Gone into the darkness.)[/i][/color]
