Post by Mr. Showtime on Apr 13, 2006 0:39:28 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in some sort of desert. High above the sun is blazing down scorching the sand that seems to go on for miles. There is nothing but sand for as far as the eye could see, not even a cactus to boot. It is so hot that you can actually see the heat. In the air you can see the wavy lines skewing your long distance vision. This is where we find someone actually out in this wasteland. Laying face up in what seems to be a hooded silver robe. Who knows how long this poor individual has been here. He hasn’t moved since he was notice and there is no doubt that he is no longer with us. The desert can be so unforgiving.)
(What is this? He moved. He is actually rising to his feet. As the man makes it to his feet he looks down at himself and seems to be looking himself up and down curiously. He dusts the excess sand that has clung to his robe then throws the hood down off his head revealing that this stranded man is none other then “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght. Still he wears his bronze mask covering the left side of his face. Where is this place and why is he here? What happened at Trauma that brings him here? Quickly Showtime tries to jog his memory. Trying desperately to figure out what happened all he can remember is that he last remembers being in a match with The Prophet. He had caught his opponent with the Fisherman Suplex and then he finds himself here.)
(He has really lost it. That is the only thing that could explain why he was in a desert. He’s making it all up. Someone must have interfered with the match and knocked him into next week. But all he can think about is that Phinehas Grimm must be behind the attack. There was no reason for Showtime to stay here and wait for the vultures to begin circling over head so Showtime begins to walk. Where? Who knows, but that really didn’t matter he just started walking in the direction that he was facing. Most would use survival tricks to help them find the way to go, but Showtime is still having a problem believing all of this was real. There was only two things that made him think this could be real, and they were the horrific sense if thirst that had come over him and the blazing heat. These feelings could not be fictional because they felt so real.)
(He continues on hoping to find a cactus or anything that could lead to the refreshing taste of water. Staring deep ahead of him Showtime thinks that he sees something. It was large but seemed so far away. This couldn’t be real. Showtime rubs his eye to make the mirage go away, but it was no use something was there and he was going to reach it. The closer he got the hotter the sun seemed to beat down on him. No matter what he was going to reach his destination, even if it meant that it would be his final one.)
(Now a bit closer Showtime looks up as it seems that the object in the distance was some sort of temple. Seeming to rise higher and higher this great temple sits in the middle of this vast desert wasteland. Who would put something this magnificent out in a place like this? As he gets to the temple you can see all the detail that went into it’s construction. Built in it’s own fashion almost like a pyramid or an ancient Aztec temple but oddly different then both. Built in a fashion where one layer is lies with a smaller layer resting upon it until you reach the top. The top does not come to a point instead it is flat for some odd reason.)
(Showtime is looking for some way to enter said temple. While he walks around it he gets close and looks upon the symbols that are carved into the walls of the great temple. They seem to be letters to a language that have not been looked upon by people of our culture for a very long time. Showtime runs his fingers along the symbols until the wall ended and turns for the other side. Now that Showtime has turned he is sure that he has found the entrance way into this enigma. He knows this because on this side of the temple there is a walkway that leads to two very familiar statues. Both of them are statues carved in the shape of two Griffins guarding the doorway. Both are made of the same tannish rock that the temple was made of. The only thing that was different was the beaks of these creatures were created from solid gold and the eyes were very large rubies which shimmered immensely from the enormous sun that hung overhead.)
(Both of these statues had to stand damn near thirty feet tall and were so much more enormous then the ones that he had encountered in the cave. This is what it is all about. This must be where he finds his answers. This time there is no hidden passageway there is a large door in which engraved upon it was the same symbol of the eye that Showtime had found on his desk. That is when all of the weird things really began to happen. Though still nothing made sense Showtime felt confident he would know something soon. Pressing on Showtime went to enter but a voice was heard and made Showtime stop suddenly.)[/color]
Voice: In a hurry I see.
(From behind one of the enormous statues steps a man wearing a long hooded red robe that is lined around the hood with white and after it lines the hood two white lines come off of it and shoot down the front. Looking down and his hands tucked inside of his sleeves in a crossing manner the man approaches Showtime. The man stops a few feet from Mr. Showtime throwing his head back losing the hood revealing that he was a middle aged man with dark salt and pepper hair. He is wearing a pair of spectacles and has a nice bushy mustache.)[/color]
Showtime: What is all of this? Who are you? How did I get here?
Man: Easy my child. All will be explained in due time. First, let me assure you that you are safe and no harm will come to you. This is a peaceful place and no violence shall happen on the holy land. And you can refer to me as Charles.
Showtime: No harm will come to me. I’ve been left in the desert for God knows how long with no idea where I am. What would have happened if I decided to walk the other way? I just started wondering the direction that I was pointed towards. I could have died out there.
Charles: Please Michael be easy. There is no need to get so worked up; we knew that you would make it here. Please if you would like follow me into the temple. All must voluntarily enter the temple under his own will, so there was no way to just bring you in. Think of it as a little test and you passed.
(Showtime just gave the man an odd look. At this point Showtime is no longer as eager to enter the as he once was, but where else was he to go? Charles pulls out a gold amulet from underneath his robe. It was a bit larger then a hockey puck, but not as think. The amulet was made in the shape of a snake who was coiled into a circle till the tail cut through the middle, and there are a pair of swords crossing behind it. The entire thing was made of gold except of the one eye that belonged to the snake in which was made from a nice sized ruby. The man holds the medallion up to the door where the eye was engraved and only holding it there for a moment was enough to make the door open. Charles began to enter the temple door and he waves a hesitant Mr. Showtime on to follow him.)
(Along the walls of this temple were lined with torches. That is the only reason that there was any light as behind the two men the door shuts leaving all attempts to escape unfeasible.)[/color]
Showtime: Now I want some answers here.
Charles: Michael…please. All will be revealed to you in time, but I guess I will be able to begin explaining what it is you are doing here.
Showtime: First of all where do you get off calling me Michael? There is only one person that gets away with…
Charles: Yes that person would be the one you call Perfection. And where is she now? Not by your side I see. You have been going down the wrong path Michael. We are here to help. All here will call you by the name that was given to you at birth so Michael will be your label. Now you have been brought here after you replied to our letter we sent. We know much about you my child, and we know all about your heart ache that plagues you as of now. During your match this week we turned made a presence at the show you call Trauma. When you were least expecting it we swooped in and took you from the hell that you have been creating for yourself.
Showtime: So I am not dreaming?
Charles: Would it matter I told you that you weren’t? You will still think that you are dreaming because the only answer to that question is that you are not dreaming. Now it is up to your judgment to believe what it is you would like.
Showtime: Where are my clothes then? I was wearing my wrestling gear when you came in and took me away.
Charles: Like I said earlier this is holy ground. Like I said earlier you must enter under your own will and there is no violence here. But in addition when you enter you must be wearing ceremonial robes or you will not be granted access to this great place. We have taken it upon our selves to make you up a room and that is where you will find your things. We only left you with your mask, though no one here will judge you on what lies underneath you are the one that has decided to hide what it is that shames you. So we will not overstep our boundaries.
(The two men get into what seems like a huge ceremonial hall. All around them are sculptures and painting of what seems to be different symbols of these peoples crazy religion. The most noticeable thing was that you look up and can see a large clear rock that almost looks to be a diamond. But there is no way that anyone could find a diamond that big. The purpose of this crystal is to light this room. There is a small hole at the top letting in a minute amount of sunlight which is amplified by the crystal and lights every where.) [/color]
Showtime: You keep talking as if there are so many of you, but I have only seen you.
Charles: You only see me because I am who you choose to see. There are many of us all around. Please you are over tired. You must rest and regain your strength, all will be revealed to you later after you rest.
Showtime: Absolutely not Chuck. You need to start filling me in immediately.
Charles: The name is Charles, if you will. And you must get your rest.
(As the man said that he waves his hand over the face of Mr. Showtime. After his hand races past Showtime’s eyes, Showtime passes out and begins to fall backwards. Now out of no where two men are standing there ready to catch him. The two men are wearing plain red hooded robes, and assist Showtime to his quarters and as he rests peacefully the camera fades to black and cuts to snow.) [/color]
(What is this? He moved. He is actually rising to his feet. As the man makes it to his feet he looks down at himself and seems to be looking himself up and down curiously. He dusts the excess sand that has clung to his robe then throws the hood down off his head revealing that this stranded man is none other then “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght. Still he wears his bronze mask covering the left side of his face. Where is this place and why is he here? What happened at Trauma that brings him here? Quickly Showtime tries to jog his memory. Trying desperately to figure out what happened all he can remember is that he last remembers being in a match with The Prophet. He had caught his opponent with the Fisherman Suplex and then he finds himself here.)
(He has really lost it. That is the only thing that could explain why he was in a desert. He’s making it all up. Someone must have interfered with the match and knocked him into next week. But all he can think about is that Phinehas Grimm must be behind the attack. There was no reason for Showtime to stay here and wait for the vultures to begin circling over head so Showtime begins to walk. Where? Who knows, but that really didn’t matter he just started walking in the direction that he was facing. Most would use survival tricks to help them find the way to go, but Showtime is still having a problem believing all of this was real. There was only two things that made him think this could be real, and they were the horrific sense if thirst that had come over him and the blazing heat. These feelings could not be fictional because they felt so real.)
(He continues on hoping to find a cactus or anything that could lead to the refreshing taste of water. Staring deep ahead of him Showtime thinks that he sees something. It was large but seemed so far away. This couldn’t be real. Showtime rubs his eye to make the mirage go away, but it was no use something was there and he was going to reach it. The closer he got the hotter the sun seemed to beat down on him. No matter what he was going to reach his destination, even if it meant that it would be his final one.)
(Now a bit closer Showtime looks up as it seems that the object in the distance was some sort of temple. Seeming to rise higher and higher this great temple sits in the middle of this vast desert wasteland. Who would put something this magnificent out in a place like this? As he gets to the temple you can see all the detail that went into it’s construction. Built in it’s own fashion almost like a pyramid or an ancient Aztec temple but oddly different then both. Built in a fashion where one layer is lies with a smaller layer resting upon it until you reach the top. The top does not come to a point instead it is flat for some odd reason.)
(Showtime is looking for some way to enter said temple. While he walks around it he gets close and looks upon the symbols that are carved into the walls of the great temple. They seem to be letters to a language that have not been looked upon by people of our culture for a very long time. Showtime runs his fingers along the symbols until the wall ended and turns for the other side. Now that Showtime has turned he is sure that he has found the entrance way into this enigma. He knows this because on this side of the temple there is a walkway that leads to two very familiar statues. Both of them are statues carved in the shape of two Griffins guarding the doorway. Both are made of the same tannish rock that the temple was made of. The only thing that was different was the beaks of these creatures were created from solid gold and the eyes were very large rubies which shimmered immensely from the enormous sun that hung overhead.)
(Both of these statues had to stand damn near thirty feet tall and were so much more enormous then the ones that he had encountered in the cave. This is what it is all about. This must be where he finds his answers. This time there is no hidden passageway there is a large door in which engraved upon it was the same symbol of the eye that Showtime had found on his desk. That is when all of the weird things really began to happen. Though still nothing made sense Showtime felt confident he would know something soon. Pressing on Showtime went to enter but a voice was heard and made Showtime stop suddenly.)[/color]
Voice: In a hurry I see.
(From behind one of the enormous statues steps a man wearing a long hooded red robe that is lined around the hood with white and after it lines the hood two white lines come off of it and shoot down the front. Looking down and his hands tucked inside of his sleeves in a crossing manner the man approaches Showtime. The man stops a few feet from Mr. Showtime throwing his head back losing the hood revealing that he was a middle aged man with dark salt and pepper hair. He is wearing a pair of spectacles and has a nice bushy mustache.)[/color]
Showtime: What is all of this? Who are you? How did I get here?
Man: Easy my child. All will be explained in due time. First, let me assure you that you are safe and no harm will come to you. This is a peaceful place and no violence shall happen on the holy land. And you can refer to me as Charles.
Showtime: No harm will come to me. I’ve been left in the desert for God knows how long with no idea where I am. What would have happened if I decided to walk the other way? I just started wondering the direction that I was pointed towards. I could have died out there.
Charles: Please Michael be easy. There is no need to get so worked up; we knew that you would make it here. Please if you would like follow me into the temple. All must voluntarily enter the temple under his own will, so there was no way to just bring you in. Think of it as a little test and you passed.
(Showtime just gave the man an odd look. At this point Showtime is no longer as eager to enter the as he once was, but where else was he to go? Charles pulls out a gold amulet from underneath his robe. It was a bit larger then a hockey puck, but not as think. The amulet was made in the shape of a snake who was coiled into a circle till the tail cut through the middle, and there are a pair of swords crossing behind it. The entire thing was made of gold except of the one eye that belonged to the snake in which was made from a nice sized ruby. The man holds the medallion up to the door where the eye was engraved and only holding it there for a moment was enough to make the door open. Charles began to enter the temple door and he waves a hesitant Mr. Showtime on to follow him.)
(Along the walls of this temple were lined with torches. That is the only reason that there was any light as behind the two men the door shuts leaving all attempts to escape unfeasible.)[/color]
Showtime: Now I want some answers here.
Charles: Michael…please. All will be revealed to you in time, but I guess I will be able to begin explaining what it is you are doing here.
Showtime: First of all where do you get off calling me Michael? There is only one person that gets away with…
Charles: Yes that person would be the one you call Perfection. And where is she now? Not by your side I see. You have been going down the wrong path Michael. We are here to help. All here will call you by the name that was given to you at birth so Michael will be your label. Now you have been brought here after you replied to our letter we sent. We know much about you my child, and we know all about your heart ache that plagues you as of now. During your match this week we turned made a presence at the show you call Trauma. When you were least expecting it we swooped in and took you from the hell that you have been creating for yourself.
Showtime: So I am not dreaming?
Charles: Would it matter I told you that you weren’t? You will still think that you are dreaming because the only answer to that question is that you are not dreaming. Now it is up to your judgment to believe what it is you would like.
Showtime: Where are my clothes then? I was wearing my wrestling gear when you came in and took me away.
Charles: Like I said earlier this is holy ground. Like I said earlier you must enter under your own will and there is no violence here. But in addition when you enter you must be wearing ceremonial robes or you will not be granted access to this great place. We have taken it upon our selves to make you up a room and that is where you will find your things. We only left you with your mask, though no one here will judge you on what lies underneath you are the one that has decided to hide what it is that shames you. So we will not overstep our boundaries.
(The two men get into what seems like a huge ceremonial hall. All around them are sculptures and painting of what seems to be different symbols of these peoples crazy religion. The most noticeable thing was that you look up and can see a large clear rock that almost looks to be a diamond. But there is no way that anyone could find a diamond that big. The purpose of this crystal is to light this room. There is a small hole at the top letting in a minute amount of sunlight which is amplified by the crystal and lights every where.) [/color]
Showtime: You keep talking as if there are so many of you, but I have only seen you.
Charles: You only see me because I am who you choose to see. There are many of us all around. Please you are over tired. You must rest and regain your strength, all will be revealed to you later after you rest.
Showtime: Absolutely not Chuck. You need to start filling me in immediately.
Charles: The name is Charles, if you will. And you must get your rest.
(As the man said that he waves his hand over the face of Mr. Showtime. After his hand races past Showtime’s eyes, Showtime passes out and begins to fall backwards. Now out of no where two men are standing there ready to catch him. The two men are wearing plain red hooded robes, and assist Showtime to his quarters and as he rests peacefully the camera fades to black and cuts to snow.) [/color]
