Post by Non Compos Mentis on Apr 3, 2006 10:46:26 GMT -5
[The scene opens with the view of what appears to be a corridor inside a museum. Down the corridor we can see that there are several spotlights that shine down to the floor. In between the light there is only darkness.
A couple who are the only people in the room walk past us and exit into a separate part of the establishment. After they leave and all is left silent we begin to walk down the long corridor.
We reach the first spotlight and look to the left to see a Perspex box of about 10x6 feet. Inside the box the is a life-size model of an American Civil War veteran with a dark handlebar mustache standing erect with a sword in one hand and an early rifle and wearing a full replica Northern Uniform.
We then walk on to see yet another model, this time of a World War Two vet standing in the same erect style with the same handlebar mustache. In fact this one looks like exactly the same model as the previous war veteran.]
Voice: NO… I can assure you that all of the models are totally original…
[The couple from before walks out of the door they exited through and walks down the corridor, immediately followed by a customer services supervisor. They stop infront of the model of the WW2 veteran and stare.]
Man: LOOK… He’s the same as that guy… We didn’t come here to see crappy models that look the same… did we Susan…
Susan: No… George…
Supervisor: Look… There’s clearly a difference in the… erm… feet…
Susan: But you can’t see the feet…
Supervisor: Then how can you say there isn’t a difference if you cant see them… Goodbye…
[The supervisor begins to walk towards the exit.]
George: Hey… Get back here… Urgh… Come on Susan…
[The couple then make after the supervisor and exit through the same door.
We then turn back to look down the corridor and are instantly confronted by a darkened figure standing in the shadows at the far end of the passage. He begins to walk towards us at a slow pace. We are left in mystery as to who the figure is until he steps into the shining light of the spotlights.
The figure we see for that split second where his face meets the light is Non Compos Mentis. Wearing a black t-shirt, ripped jeans and a denim jacket Mentis looks like he has reverted back to his old self, ignoring the suave clothes in favor of a more rugged look.
Mentis continues to walk towards us until he passes through 5 more spotlights and reaches us before stopping in the shadows before the next light. From here he looks at the two war veterans in the Perspex boxes that are indented into the wall by about 5 feet.]
Non Compos Mentis: An old warrior and his upgrade…
The fighter that survives only to see others surpass him…
New generations… new technology… new ideas…
And the old fighter fades away into the background…
Or at least that is what is supposed to happen…
THE NEW ARE SUPPOSED TO OUTPASS THE OLD…
Banks… you retired… I was stupid to bring you back…
I was stupid to pull you out of retirement and entice you back to the limelight…
You retired and you left this world forever… you should never have come back…
You are the old fighter… you are the one that was laying stagnant on your PCW death bed when the new warrior… Me… walked through the door and won my North American Championship…
I was the new generation… I was the new technology…
I was stupid to bring you back…
[Mentis turns around to see another Perspex box that’s not lit from the inside and is completely empty apart from one white sign with bold red writing. The sign reads “NEW ATTRACTION COMING SOON.” The sign just sits in complete darkness waiting for the “New Attraction” that is promised.]
Non Compos Mentis: The new attraction…
Making his debut in the heated battle between the old warrior and the upgrade…
I remember my debut…
One of the most important moments of my life…
And now it is the turn of Atlas…
The titan who held up the sky…
What great weights do you hold up on your shoulders…
Do you have any burdens that you hold on your conscience…
It will be your time to shine soon… but I ask you to stay out of this fight… It is not your place…
[Mentis moves down the line of boxes to see a larger Perspex cuboid, at least twice as long as the others. Inside the box is a scene of a neutral caught in the middle of a savage fight between two nomads. The figure is crouched and bracing himself for impact as the two fighters close in on him.]
Non Compos Mentis: There is one more person that I have encountered and will faces once again this Tuesday… Pegasus…
You have become a good friend of mine recently… you have given me the motivation I have lacked before…
In part it was your motivation that allowed me to win the North American Title…
But alas… the lines have been drawn… the battle is near…
And it is time for you to choose… although it seems as though you already have done…
You seem to have picked your side… you have chosen the old warrior… you chose wrong…
You have been caught in the middle of a conflict that does not involve you…
And now your meddling in my business will resort in you paying a grave price…
You have chosen to take the side of the coward who burrows his way in under someone else’s establishments and tries to steal their prizes from them…
You chose wrong…
I don’t want to get this title shot at your expense… but if you make it that way… I will have no choice…
[Mentis walks down the line of boxes again until he reaches another large box. Inside this one is the figure of a wounded warrior and a matching figure of a woman rushing towards him as if he has just returned from a long exhausting tour of duty.]
Non Compos Mentis: So now you return…
The wounded but walking…
You return back to your former home… with people welcoming you and wanting to help you to heal your wounds…
But you remember one thing when Captain Walker is kissing your ass and trying to hand you titles…
I brought you back…
I suggested that you were returned to the roster…
You’re damn right I brought you back…
Only so that I could get revenge on you for taking away my title…
It was my title… I had Vivacious on the ropes… and you… YOU… You got “Sprayed” in the face…
Any normal person would have got the perfume out of their eyes in a few seconds…
You… you screwed me out of the title by knowing that Chrissy Johnson would try to cheat her way to victory… All you had to do was pretend to be blind while the ref was down and keep like that until the match was won…
You made like an idiot when I confronted you about it… You screwed me out of my chance to hit the big stage once again…
You’re damn right I asked Walker to bring you back…
You’re damn right I want revenge…
You’re damn right this is going to turn into a war…
And I will come out as the winner…
For I am Non Compos Mentis…
The Usher of Destruction…
[Mentis then turns and walks down the line of plastic boxes until he reaches the end of the line and then walks right and out of view. Then we see a beam of light flash from that direction as the sound of a door opening screeched through the building. The light disappears as soon as it appeared as the sound rips through the halls once more.
The scene then fades to black.]
A couple who are the only people in the room walk past us and exit into a separate part of the establishment. After they leave and all is left silent we begin to walk down the long corridor.
We reach the first spotlight and look to the left to see a Perspex box of about 10x6 feet. Inside the box the is a life-size model of an American Civil War veteran with a dark handlebar mustache standing erect with a sword in one hand and an early rifle and wearing a full replica Northern Uniform.
We then walk on to see yet another model, this time of a World War Two vet standing in the same erect style with the same handlebar mustache. In fact this one looks like exactly the same model as the previous war veteran.]
Voice: NO… I can assure you that all of the models are totally original…
[The couple from before walks out of the door they exited through and walks down the corridor, immediately followed by a customer services supervisor. They stop infront of the model of the WW2 veteran and stare.]
Man: LOOK… He’s the same as that guy… We didn’t come here to see crappy models that look the same… did we Susan…
Susan: No… George…
Supervisor: Look… There’s clearly a difference in the… erm… feet…
Susan: But you can’t see the feet…
Supervisor: Then how can you say there isn’t a difference if you cant see them… Goodbye…
[The supervisor begins to walk towards the exit.]
George: Hey… Get back here… Urgh… Come on Susan…
[The couple then make after the supervisor and exit through the same door.
We then turn back to look down the corridor and are instantly confronted by a darkened figure standing in the shadows at the far end of the passage. He begins to walk towards us at a slow pace. We are left in mystery as to who the figure is until he steps into the shining light of the spotlights.
The figure we see for that split second where his face meets the light is Non Compos Mentis. Wearing a black t-shirt, ripped jeans and a denim jacket Mentis looks like he has reverted back to his old self, ignoring the suave clothes in favor of a more rugged look.
Mentis continues to walk towards us until he passes through 5 more spotlights and reaches us before stopping in the shadows before the next light. From here he looks at the two war veterans in the Perspex boxes that are indented into the wall by about 5 feet.]
Non Compos Mentis: An old warrior and his upgrade…
The fighter that survives only to see others surpass him…
New generations… new technology… new ideas…
And the old fighter fades away into the background…
Or at least that is what is supposed to happen…
THE NEW ARE SUPPOSED TO OUTPASS THE OLD…
Banks… you retired… I was stupid to bring you back…
I was stupid to pull you out of retirement and entice you back to the limelight…
You retired and you left this world forever… you should never have come back…
You are the old fighter… you are the one that was laying stagnant on your PCW death bed when the new warrior… Me… walked through the door and won my North American Championship…
I was the new generation… I was the new technology…
I was stupid to bring you back…
[Mentis turns around to see another Perspex box that’s not lit from the inside and is completely empty apart from one white sign with bold red writing. The sign reads “NEW ATTRACTION COMING SOON.” The sign just sits in complete darkness waiting for the “New Attraction” that is promised.]
Non Compos Mentis: The new attraction…
Making his debut in the heated battle between the old warrior and the upgrade…
I remember my debut…
One of the most important moments of my life…
And now it is the turn of Atlas…
The titan who held up the sky…
What great weights do you hold up on your shoulders…
Do you have any burdens that you hold on your conscience…
It will be your time to shine soon… but I ask you to stay out of this fight… It is not your place…
[Mentis moves down the line of boxes to see a larger Perspex cuboid, at least twice as long as the others. Inside the box is a scene of a neutral caught in the middle of a savage fight between two nomads. The figure is crouched and bracing himself for impact as the two fighters close in on him.]
Non Compos Mentis: There is one more person that I have encountered and will faces once again this Tuesday… Pegasus…
You have become a good friend of mine recently… you have given me the motivation I have lacked before…
In part it was your motivation that allowed me to win the North American Title…
But alas… the lines have been drawn… the battle is near…
And it is time for you to choose… although it seems as though you already have done…
You seem to have picked your side… you have chosen the old warrior… you chose wrong…
You have been caught in the middle of a conflict that does not involve you…
And now your meddling in my business will resort in you paying a grave price…
You have chosen to take the side of the coward who burrows his way in under someone else’s establishments and tries to steal their prizes from them…
You chose wrong…
I don’t want to get this title shot at your expense… but if you make it that way… I will have no choice…
[Mentis walks down the line of boxes again until he reaches another large box. Inside this one is the figure of a wounded warrior and a matching figure of a woman rushing towards him as if he has just returned from a long exhausting tour of duty.]
Non Compos Mentis: So now you return…
The wounded but walking…
You return back to your former home… with people welcoming you and wanting to help you to heal your wounds…
But you remember one thing when Captain Walker is kissing your ass and trying to hand you titles…
I brought you back…
I suggested that you were returned to the roster…
You’re damn right I brought you back…
Only so that I could get revenge on you for taking away my title…
It was my title… I had Vivacious on the ropes… and you… YOU… You got “Sprayed” in the face…
Any normal person would have got the perfume out of their eyes in a few seconds…
You… you screwed me out of the title by knowing that Chrissy Johnson would try to cheat her way to victory… All you had to do was pretend to be blind while the ref was down and keep like that until the match was won…
You made like an idiot when I confronted you about it… You screwed me out of my chance to hit the big stage once again…
You’re damn right I asked Walker to bring you back…
You’re damn right I want revenge…
You’re damn right this is going to turn into a war…
And I will come out as the winner…
For I am Non Compos Mentis…
The Usher of Destruction…
[Mentis then turns and walks down the line of plastic boxes until he reaches the end of the line and then walks right and out of view. Then we see a beam of light flash from that direction as the sound of a door opening screeched through the building. The light disappears as soon as it appeared as the sound rips through the halls once more.
The scene then fades to black.]
