Post by Mr. Showtime on Mar 31, 2006 14:49:09 GMT -5
It’s funny how the time passes. The shapes change but the pain still stings.
(The scene opens somewhere a bit more familiar. Though the beaches are still deserted, the weather is beginning to clear up a bit and get nicer. Down the long planks which make up the boardwalk at the beaches of Pt. Pleasant, New Jersey. The day time was very nice today, but the sea air is blowing fiercely now that the sun has set. The night is milder the normal, it isn’t so bitterly cold. But the sand is whirling around like some sort of sand storm. The waves are crashing hard on the shoreline and most of the boardwalk is darkened by the lack of maintenance of the overhead lights. There are scattered lights that do work though, making light spots randomly on the planks.)
(Waiting on one of the benches beneath one of the working lights is Jason Lasky, Showtime’s Agent. He is dressed in a plain black suit and has his briefcase resting next to his feet. He has been waiting here for quit sometime now, for he had received a call earlier in the day to meet someone here. The problem was that he had no idea who was coming to meet him. He could only hope that it was one, Mr. Showtime that had called. He hadn’t spoken with Showtime since the incident had happened at Game Over. Honestly the only people that have seem Showtime since his disappearance was his interviewer Tom, “The Captain” Alejandro Walker and who ever was in the ring with him. All the other appearances are hear say, and cannot be believed. It’s funny that someone could just disappear into oblivion like this. If you can find where no one would think to look then you will never be found…)
(Mr. Lasky has been here for a few hours now and is beginning to get impatient. He reaches down to grab his briefcase and begins to rise off of the bench. As he is about halfway up a hand reaches out and pushes him back down to the bench. The hand is attached to a man wearing a black suit as well. It belongs to “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght, who had been the person who called Mr. Lasky out here on this lovely evening. Showtime is standing back a bit far enough that the light was not hitting him but close enough for an arm’s length. Jason knows who is standing behind him or at least he hoped it was who he thought it was. He goes to turn around and catch a glimpse of his client, but Showtime shoves him down again.)
Showtime: Don’t turn around. Stay staring out towards the wild ocean. Isn’t it beautiful out there?
Jason Lasky: What is this…
Showtime: Just look. Take it all in. Watch how the waves foam up against the shoreline. They crash and retreat towards the vast emptiness of the sea. Wouldn’t it be nice, to be able to escape and return like nothing had happened.
Jason Lasky: Please Michael where have you…
Showtime: Shhh!!!
Jason Lasky: I know how you must feel Showtime. I know the best plastic surgeons in the world. We can fix this.
Showtime: Fix this? Are hours and hours of surgery going to make this better? So that I could maybe look close to what I once was? Is that your idea of better Jason? Do you know what my idea of better is?
Jason Lasky: What? Tell me and it will be done.
Showtime: The taste of bitter revenge. That is what will make me happy.
Jason Lasky: That will happen in due time, my friend.
Showtime: Friend? Do not use that word so loosely around me know.
Jason Lasky: What!?!? We have been good friends since high school. How is that using the word lightly?
Showtime: Tell me why you couldn’t get the match changed. What did I say? I said that if I were to enter that match at Game Over, something terrible would happen. Now my face…it’s ruined and there is nothing that can be done for it. I have been spoken with doctors and there is no fixing this. Now there some homage that will be paid.
Jason Lasky: You are destroying yourself Showtime. Can’t you see that? You have been on the lamb for how long now. It’s been three weeks since it happened, and still you haven’t returned to either of your homes. You’ve been on the run…but no one is chasing you.
Showtime: The run? I haven’t been running. Not at all my friend! I have been plotting, planning the revenge that is due towards him. I have been waiting for the perfect time to strike. I made my first move at the last edition of Trauma, and soon my plan will come full circle. It has begun and soon I will have what it is I seek.
Jason Lasky: Please be careful…
Showtime: Careful!?!? It is already too late for that. I have lost what was important to me.
Jason Lasky: And what about Lantlas?
Showtime: What about him?
Jason Lasky: You are going up against him again this week. Since your last meeting didn’t go quit as well as you would have expected.
Showtime: Lantlas means nothing to me. We have no past and I don’t see the two of us having a future. I will deal with him if it I needed, but other then that I will concentrate all of my efforts on him.
Jason Lasky: Please Showtime, just come back with me. I will call a limo and we will go back. Back to your home and your friends.
Showtime: Go back? To my oversize empty house or maybe to the woman that loves me? Oh wait, she’s not waiting for me, and that house his dead to me.
Jason Lasky: But Showtime…
(Mr. Lasky turns around successfully this time. But now that he is looking behind to where Showtime is standing he sees that it is already too late. Showtime has vanished again. There is no sign of his up either side of the boardwalk and Jason is left there alone again. He reaches down and grabs the briefcase that he had brought with him. He reaches into his pocket and grabs his cell phone out and begins to make his way off the boardwalk. As he disappears into the darkness the camera fades to black and then cuts to snow.)
(The scene opens somewhere a bit more familiar. Though the beaches are still deserted, the weather is beginning to clear up a bit and get nicer. Down the long planks which make up the boardwalk at the beaches of Pt. Pleasant, New Jersey. The day time was very nice today, but the sea air is blowing fiercely now that the sun has set. The night is milder the normal, it isn’t so bitterly cold. But the sand is whirling around like some sort of sand storm. The waves are crashing hard on the shoreline and most of the boardwalk is darkened by the lack of maintenance of the overhead lights. There are scattered lights that do work though, making light spots randomly on the planks.)
(Waiting on one of the benches beneath one of the working lights is Jason Lasky, Showtime’s Agent. He is dressed in a plain black suit and has his briefcase resting next to his feet. He has been waiting here for quit sometime now, for he had received a call earlier in the day to meet someone here. The problem was that he had no idea who was coming to meet him. He could only hope that it was one, Mr. Showtime that had called. He hadn’t spoken with Showtime since the incident had happened at Game Over. Honestly the only people that have seem Showtime since his disappearance was his interviewer Tom, “The Captain” Alejandro Walker and who ever was in the ring with him. All the other appearances are hear say, and cannot be believed. It’s funny that someone could just disappear into oblivion like this. If you can find where no one would think to look then you will never be found…)
(Mr. Lasky has been here for a few hours now and is beginning to get impatient. He reaches down to grab his briefcase and begins to rise off of the bench. As he is about halfway up a hand reaches out and pushes him back down to the bench. The hand is attached to a man wearing a black suit as well. It belongs to “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght, who had been the person who called Mr. Lasky out here on this lovely evening. Showtime is standing back a bit far enough that the light was not hitting him but close enough for an arm’s length. Jason knows who is standing behind him or at least he hoped it was who he thought it was. He goes to turn around and catch a glimpse of his client, but Showtime shoves him down again.)
Showtime: Don’t turn around. Stay staring out towards the wild ocean. Isn’t it beautiful out there?
Jason Lasky: What is this…
Showtime: Just look. Take it all in. Watch how the waves foam up against the shoreline. They crash and retreat towards the vast emptiness of the sea. Wouldn’t it be nice, to be able to escape and return like nothing had happened.
Jason Lasky: Please Michael where have you…
Showtime: Shhh!!!
Jason Lasky: I know how you must feel Showtime. I know the best plastic surgeons in the world. We can fix this.
Showtime: Fix this? Are hours and hours of surgery going to make this better? So that I could maybe look close to what I once was? Is that your idea of better Jason? Do you know what my idea of better is?
Jason Lasky: What? Tell me and it will be done.
Showtime: The taste of bitter revenge. That is what will make me happy.
Jason Lasky: That will happen in due time, my friend.
Showtime: Friend? Do not use that word so loosely around me know.
Jason Lasky: What!?!? We have been good friends since high school. How is that using the word lightly?
Showtime: Tell me why you couldn’t get the match changed. What did I say? I said that if I were to enter that match at Game Over, something terrible would happen. Now my face…it’s ruined and there is nothing that can be done for it. I have been spoken with doctors and there is no fixing this. Now there some homage that will be paid.
Jason Lasky: You are destroying yourself Showtime. Can’t you see that? You have been on the lamb for how long now. It’s been three weeks since it happened, and still you haven’t returned to either of your homes. You’ve been on the run…but no one is chasing you.
Showtime: The run? I haven’t been running. Not at all my friend! I have been plotting, planning the revenge that is due towards him. I have been waiting for the perfect time to strike. I made my first move at the last edition of Trauma, and soon my plan will come full circle. It has begun and soon I will have what it is I seek.
Jason Lasky: Please be careful…
Showtime: Careful!?!? It is already too late for that. I have lost what was important to me.
Jason Lasky: And what about Lantlas?
Showtime: What about him?
Jason Lasky: You are going up against him again this week. Since your last meeting didn’t go quit as well as you would have expected.
Showtime: Lantlas means nothing to me. We have no past and I don’t see the two of us having a future. I will deal with him if it I needed, but other then that I will concentrate all of my efforts on him.
Jason Lasky: Please Showtime, just come back with me. I will call a limo and we will go back. Back to your home and your friends.
Showtime: Go back? To my oversize empty house or maybe to the woman that loves me? Oh wait, she’s not waiting for me, and that house his dead to me.
Jason Lasky: But Showtime…
(Mr. Lasky turns around successfully this time. But now that he is looking behind to where Showtime is standing he sees that it is already too late. Showtime has vanished again. There is no sign of his up either side of the boardwalk and Jason is left there alone again. He reaches down and grabs the briefcase that he had brought with him. He reaches into his pocket and grabs his cell phone out and begins to make his way off the boardwalk. As he disappears into the darkness the camera fades to black and then cuts to snow.)
