Prometheus
06-30-2006, 06:28 AM
We open to a hotel, al fresco dining apparently, the camera swoops past people sitting and eating before Coming to rest on James Moriarty Cassius and his sister Sophie Cassius. The Menus they had are being taken away by a waiter, obviously they have just ordered, Sophie is smiling at the waiter. James is a bit more sullen with his hand on his right temple, covering several bandages which can be seen poking out from behind his hand on his head.
JMC: You did not see anything? Nothing at all? I fear to admit but I do somewhat find that hard to believe.
Sophie: Why would I lie, James? Protect the attacker from you? Anyway I’m sure it was that Fox guy you just beat, he just got angry.
JMC: But the lights? Why did the lights fade so fast? Surely he was in a match and therefore didn’t need the lights to lower to wrap a chair around my head.
Sophie: It was him, I’m sure of it, I didn’t see anyone get in the ring afterwards.
JMC: I have my doubts; I noticed several things in the last comments that came from Foxx’s mouth. He never strongly admitted his guilt in the crime and merely did the stereotypical ‘maybe I did and maybe I didn’t” answer. This, in my experience, suggests innocence and an attempt to take claim the glory and honour to something not performed by himself due to his nature. He is not the one who attacked me and I am near certain of it. My suspicions lie with those who dare not show themselves in public, men who don’t appear at matches. The Illusive Shadow who swore revenge on Me.
Sophie: Not my horse!
JMC: No not that Shadow, Sophie. A wrestler I bested last week swore revenge for his loss and ever since has very seldom spoken. It seems most likely to be him for he did not use the chance to exact revenge when it was given but when the lights were turned out.
Sophie: Well that sounds like its logical. So do you get to face the Shadow this week? They’re debuting the new show then I heard.
JMC: No I do not get to fight him, and thankfully too. I suspect the Shadow cannot exist in the light that comes from the larger show, melting or like a normal shadow, disappearing. In his stead, I face a man called Jamie Parker. Hailing from the legendary Harchester football team and apparently he isn’t dead. Parker played as goalkeeper and utterly dominated his entire opposition lat week, and also turned on his partners too. A loose cannon some might say but I disagree, His opponents were Childs play. Airborn and Alexander Pearce? I hath met them in the ring as well, one as a partner that did little to secure victory and one as the opponent in the very same match, hardly what one might call material to create threats with, they seem mute at the best of times!
(The waiter returns and has placed some bread and wine on the table, Cassius immediately opens the bottle and pours himself and Sophie a glass, his much more heavily than hers)
As I said about Parker before, he doth not realise the truth of domination. Domination, it is not destroying men who cannot defend themselves so easily. Domination is participating in the highest levels and emerging with thy head held high as winner. We know the winner of the Premier League, but we forget those who fight in the second division of British football. Teams in this situation will crawl away from relegation to the second league, trying desperately not to return down into those levels and stay at the top. Parker can understand this, tis better to lose at the top than win at the bottom. He has won at the bottom and I congratulate him for that, marvellous really. But I have won at the top. Twice. I am the Chelsea if you will. I am the Two-time Premier league winner since I have won at the top twice in a row! You, are a third division champion, a large fish in a small pond, to borrow from the ever consistent cliché and I am more than happy to welcome him as the big fish in the big pond.
But nevertheless this is the opponent if face upon this Tuesday, albeit not in the main event but announced on the card nevertheless. Fighting the man who will most likely be watching his beloved team lose desperately to Portugal, which would be much luckier that they never have to feel the humiliation of Losing to the Home team. Who knows? Perhaps at the end of my match with him, the English will start rioting again.
Sophie: If he wins they’ll riot anyway.
JMC: I doubt we shall see that event though, dear sister. Or do you doubt as much as some others might?
Sophie: Course not, James.
JMC: (Smiles) I never doubted you for a minute, my dear sister. Now here come our courses.
(A waiter moves in front of the camera, blocking the view of James and Sophie , the camera fades as the waiter begins placing meals in front of the siblings…)
*Scene Ends*
JMC: You did not see anything? Nothing at all? I fear to admit but I do somewhat find that hard to believe.
Sophie: Why would I lie, James? Protect the attacker from you? Anyway I’m sure it was that Fox guy you just beat, he just got angry.
JMC: But the lights? Why did the lights fade so fast? Surely he was in a match and therefore didn’t need the lights to lower to wrap a chair around my head.
Sophie: It was him, I’m sure of it, I didn’t see anyone get in the ring afterwards.
JMC: I have my doubts; I noticed several things in the last comments that came from Foxx’s mouth. He never strongly admitted his guilt in the crime and merely did the stereotypical ‘maybe I did and maybe I didn’t” answer. This, in my experience, suggests innocence and an attempt to take claim the glory and honour to something not performed by himself due to his nature. He is not the one who attacked me and I am near certain of it. My suspicions lie with those who dare not show themselves in public, men who don’t appear at matches. The Illusive Shadow who swore revenge on Me.
Sophie: Not my horse!
JMC: No not that Shadow, Sophie. A wrestler I bested last week swore revenge for his loss and ever since has very seldom spoken. It seems most likely to be him for he did not use the chance to exact revenge when it was given but when the lights were turned out.
Sophie: Well that sounds like its logical. So do you get to face the Shadow this week? They’re debuting the new show then I heard.
JMC: No I do not get to fight him, and thankfully too. I suspect the Shadow cannot exist in the light that comes from the larger show, melting or like a normal shadow, disappearing. In his stead, I face a man called Jamie Parker. Hailing from the legendary Harchester football team and apparently he isn’t dead. Parker played as goalkeeper and utterly dominated his entire opposition lat week, and also turned on his partners too. A loose cannon some might say but I disagree, His opponents were Childs play. Airborn and Alexander Pearce? I hath met them in the ring as well, one as a partner that did little to secure victory and one as the opponent in the very same match, hardly what one might call material to create threats with, they seem mute at the best of times!
(The waiter returns and has placed some bread and wine on the table, Cassius immediately opens the bottle and pours himself and Sophie a glass, his much more heavily than hers)
As I said about Parker before, he doth not realise the truth of domination. Domination, it is not destroying men who cannot defend themselves so easily. Domination is participating in the highest levels and emerging with thy head held high as winner. We know the winner of the Premier League, but we forget those who fight in the second division of British football. Teams in this situation will crawl away from relegation to the second league, trying desperately not to return down into those levels and stay at the top. Parker can understand this, tis better to lose at the top than win at the bottom. He has won at the bottom and I congratulate him for that, marvellous really. But I have won at the top. Twice. I am the Chelsea if you will. I am the Two-time Premier league winner since I have won at the top twice in a row! You, are a third division champion, a large fish in a small pond, to borrow from the ever consistent cliché and I am more than happy to welcome him as the big fish in the big pond.
But nevertheless this is the opponent if face upon this Tuesday, albeit not in the main event but announced on the card nevertheless. Fighting the man who will most likely be watching his beloved team lose desperately to Portugal, which would be much luckier that they never have to feel the humiliation of Losing to the Home team. Who knows? Perhaps at the end of my match with him, the English will start rioting again.
Sophie: If he wins they’ll riot anyway.
JMC: I doubt we shall see that event though, dear sister. Or do you doubt as much as some others might?
Sophie: Course not, James.
JMC: (Smiles) I never doubted you for a minute, my dear sister. Now here come our courses.
(A waiter moves in front of the camera, blocking the view of James and Sophie , the camera fades as the waiter begins placing meals in front of the siblings…)
*Scene Ends*