Post by Non Compos Mentis on Apr 28, 2006 14:32:05 GMT -5
[The scene opens with a view of a darkened room shrouded in the dull moonlight of the midnight hour. All that we can see in the room is a king sized bed, dressed in plain white sheets and coupled with a set of two white bedside tables, and a large white wardrobe propped against the far wall.
There seems to be nothing moving inside this room as noises can be heard from off screen. The sound of vaguely human voices whistling with the wind outside of the large windows placed on the wall to the left of the bed.
The voices continue as we see a single shadow pass by us and walk towards the bed before sitting on the right side of it and looking towards us. The darkness slightly masks the figures face but his features are still distinctive. The long, shaggy hair pushed back into a ponytail and a rough looking beard sitting prominently on his chin. Also through the darkness we can see the dark brown, nearly black eyes that we know are those of Non Compos Mentis.
He sits for a few moments before talking.]
Non Compos Mentis: Unbelievable…
That’s what it is… Unbelievable…
‘Dynamite’ Dan Ellis…
Whoever the hell he is…
I know nothing about him… I don’t know how old he is… I don’t know how he wrestles… I don’t even know why he is here…
Why PCW is such a draw…
What I do know is what is obvious…
You are English… One of Americas playful bitches… We bark the orders… you take the flak when things go ‘pear shaped’…
You admire the great Dynamite Kid… Tom Billington… And yet what did he accomplish… To the best of my knowledge he never won the WWF World championship… He never even won the intercontinental title… He was a minor wrestler from a minor country…
And one thing that became clear when you saw it fit to attack me…
You don’t like me… But I have made this clear… My aim is not to have people like me… It is not for people to respect me… It is not for other wrestlers to feel like I am similar to them…
My aim is to beat every superstar that challenges me… by any means necessary… and in the end… capture the PCW World title…
Other than these minor qualities in you I know nothing of your psyche… I know nothing of your style inside the squared circle or outside of it…
You are as much of an enigma to me as anyone I have ever met…
[Mentis leans back and lays down on the bed.]
Non Compos Mentis: I have never been able to interpret the actions of others…
I have never even been able to gain any insight into their mindset…
Throughout my life I have known nothing about anybody in my life because I cannot understand them… Well… apart from one person… Sofia…
[Mentis sits up again and clinches his head with his hands. He seems to be in pain as if something inside his head is fighting him. Soon the pain subsides but he keeps his hands clenched.]
Non Compos Mentis: The only thing I have ever known is my own mind…
And even then I have only really been in full control for a matter of weeks…
I hold memories that are mine but I have not lived through them…
Memories that I would not want to live through as they encompass joys and pleasantries that I wish not to endure in their infinite suffering…
I know I have lived this life for decades… decades of emotions that that swayed back and forth… but I wish not to know this… the joy is painful to me…
The only thing I have ever known and I wish not to…
[Mentis lets go of his head and lets the memories submerge back into his subconscious.]
Non Compos Mentis: Not only do I not know this English phenomenon…
But I do not know anything of my opponent this week on Trauma…
The one and only…
Geno…
This impostor that fights our wrestlers but has origins and ties in another federation…
Of this man I know little if anything…
Only that he has a less than satisfactory record in PCW and that he is not a match for a North American Champion…
Geno has proved nothing to me in his short time in the PCW…
He has shown he can be beaten in a wide variety of ways…
He has yet to show me that he can beat me…
Then there is your helper… Al Laiman…
The master of management that seems to do nothing but run his mouth and sit at your side like a deranged lapdog…
Trust me when I say this Geno…
That neutered little poodle of a manager you have will have no influence on our match…
And if you are hoping that Dynamite Dan will have a psychological effect on me… then you are in bad luck… Because that will not happen…
He attacked me once… It shall not happen again…
[Mentis stand up and looks towards us.]
Non Compos Mentis: What is clear is that Dan Ellis has accepted my open invitation…
And what is clear in my mind is that he shall come to the same end as Benjamin Banks…
The losing end…
And when my North American Title gets put on the line… I shall be the victor…
For I am Non Compos Mentis…
The Usher of Destruction…
[The scene goes to black as we see Mentis lay back once again.]
There seems to be nothing moving inside this room as noises can be heard from off screen. The sound of vaguely human voices whistling with the wind outside of the large windows placed on the wall to the left of the bed.
The voices continue as we see a single shadow pass by us and walk towards the bed before sitting on the right side of it and looking towards us. The darkness slightly masks the figures face but his features are still distinctive. The long, shaggy hair pushed back into a ponytail and a rough looking beard sitting prominently on his chin. Also through the darkness we can see the dark brown, nearly black eyes that we know are those of Non Compos Mentis.
He sits for a few moments before talking.]
Non Compos Mentis: Unbelievable…
That’s what it is… Unbelievable…
‘Dynamite’ Dan Ellis…
Whoever the hell he is…
I know nothing about him… I don’t know how old he is… I don’t know how he wrestles… I don’t even know why he is here…
Why PCW is such a draw…
What I do know is what is obvious…
You are English… One of Americas playful bitches… We bark the orders… you take the flak when things go ‘pear shaped’…
You admire the great Dynamite Kid… Tom Billington… And yet what did he accomplish… To the best of my knowledge he never won the WWF World championship… He never even won the intercontinental title… He was a minor wrestler from a minor country…
And one thing that became clear when you saw it fit to attack me…
You don’t like me… But I have made this clear… My aim is not to have people like me… It is not for people to respect me… It is not for other wrestlers to feel like I am similar to them…
My aim is to beat every superstar that challenges me… by any means necessary… and in the end… capture the PCW World title…
Other than these minor qualities in you I know nothing of your psyche… I know nothing of your style inside the squared circle or outside of it…
You are as much of an enigma to me as anyone I have ever met…
[Mentis leans back and lays down on the bed.]
Non Compos Mentis: I have never been able to interpret the actions of others…
I have never even been able to gain any insight into their mindset…
Throughout my life I have known nothing about anybody in my life because I cannot understand them… Well… apart from one person… Sofia…
[Mentis sits up again and clinches his head with his hands. He seems to be in pain as if something inside his head is fighting him. Soon the pain subsides but he keeps his hands clenched.]
Non Compos Mentis: The only thing I have ever known is my own mind…
And even then I have only really been in full control for a matter of weeks…
I hold memories that are mine but I have not lived through them…
Memories that I would not want to live through as they encompass joys and pleasantries that I wish not to endure in their infinite suffering…
I know I have lived this life for decades… decades of emotions that that swayed back and forth… but I wish not to know this… the joy is painful to me…
The only thing I have ever known and I wish not to…
[Mentis lets go of his head and lets the memories submerge back into his subconscious.]
Non Compos Mentis: Not only do I not know this English phenomenon…
But I do not know anything of my opponent this week on Trauma…
The one and only…
Geno…
This impostor that fights our wrestlers but has origins and ties in another federation…
Of this man I know little if anything…
Only that he has a less than satisfactory record in PCW and that he is not a match for a North American Champion…
Geno has proved nothing to me in his short time in the PCW…
He has shown he can be beaten in a wide variety of ways…
He has yet to show me that he can beat me…
Then there is your helper… Al Laiman…
The master of management that seems to do nothing but run his mouth and sit at your side like a deranged lapdog…
Trust me when I say this Geno…
That neutered little poodle of a manager you have will have no influence on our match…
And if you are hoping that Dynamite Dan will have a psychological effect on me… then you are in bad luck… Because that will not happen…
He attacked me once… It shall not happen again…
[Mentis stand up and looks towards us.]
Non Compos Mentis: What is clear is that Dan Ellis has accepted my open invitation…
And what is clear in my mind is that he shall come to the same end as Benjamin Banks…
The losing end…
And when my North American Title gets put on the line… I shall be the victor…
For I am Non Compos Mentis…
The Usher of Destruction…
[The scene goes to black as we see Mentis lay back once again.]
