Prometheus
08-12-2006, 04:43 AM
His Voice was soft and his manner mild.
He seldom laughed but he often smiled.
He'd seen how civilized men behaved.
He never forgot
and he never forgave.
For Sweeney
For Sweeney Todd.
Scene opens up on the brand new WPW Belt, it is on the top of a fireplace, held up and glistening with polish. Next to it is another belt, much more golden but the leather is a bit more worn. As if, of course, cued to enter the camera, JMC come and stands in front of the fireplace, the colour of the flames reflecting onto the back of him, mostly visible at is head.
It’s a good thing I exist, is it not? It’s a powerful fact that I am now the leader of you all. The fans, the wrestlers and every member of the company that is WPW. I succeeded in bringing an unparallel class to WPW. I stopped the flood that was Brock Goodman, we are not in a dark ages, in a world of evil. He was stoppered by the age of enlightenment. That was me. I did it.
World titles are not merely fun and games; they are not about listening to Stephen Sondheim works, as entertaining as they may be. World titles are all about image, about showing that I represent the exciting products. I Realise this and you need not fear. The Price of Cats, he knows what to do with the belt.
If only the belt knew what to do with The Prince of Cats, however. What does my beloved and beleaguered title get me?
First thing this title gave me was a sound beating by the psychopath, the real demon barber but I hold little anger over that, his brain couldn’t comprehend a loss, it probably had the two remaining brain cells accidentally fuse together, causing the infamous reaction that has had him barred from the arena of WPW’s show. And that action will most likely land him back within touching distance of his untouchable friends.
Then what does it give me as present number two? The main sop on live! WPW’s secondary show... I have already won a belt like that! One that allowed me to be the biggest fish in the smallest pond, It did not do me much good and I remained the big fish. Is this what I am to become? Is this how you will treat thy champion?
From atop the fireplace he leaves the WPW belt, instead he reaches for the other, golden and more oblong shaped of the two. This belt, he then places on his shoulder, it is embedded with a Red logo with letters in a shape not dissimilar to a Moebius strip.
I wish to show you this belt, it is another one of mine, it in fact was the first ever belt that I earnt. It was a folly belt in retrospect but it does hold a place in my heart. What this belt did was gain me access to being the God of a smaller show like Live. It has been done and I succeeded, I was invincible, like you would imagine a god like to be like.
Vincent, my Dutch friend. This match is impersonal, I do not hate you like I hate Airborn or Brock Goodman. Heavens, I have not even heard that much of thee in fact. Nevertheless, that does not give you a fair trip, it does not mean I will not be so offended that I do not grace the show, I still have a reputation to think about upholding, not to mention the fact I now am the sole owner of the Undefeated streak that Goodman and I both held, so I need to take good care of that fact. I wish to defeat you for the sake of keeping what I already have, my streak, my prestiege. I can try as much as I wish but I will find it impossible to personalise it, you did not attack my sister, or threaten my honour at all, so this is merely a match, no more nor anything less.
However, I do realise that I may speak too soon, you may soon erupt and barrage me with insults where you will claim my title to be inert, that I cheated my way through 7 other matches to defeat who I did, that I did not truly pin Brock, that he could have kicked out of my soliloquy if I was not as big a cheater as I am. However, I doubt you would do such a thing, knowing full well what might be the consequences.
Vincent, I can wait until Live! I only hop to you that you are there when I arrive, I can ask you as much as I wish, telling you to bring thy “Game face” and get ready for a fight. However, I leave what you wish to do with a match against a wrestler far outside thy class to thee.
Cassius reaches over and grabs his WPW Belt placing the Golden belt onto the fireplace, essentially swapping belts, as he places the World title around his waist, the scene fades to black.
He seldom laughed but he often smiled.
He'd seen how civilized men behaved.
He never forgot
and he never forgave.
For Sweeney
For Sweeney Todd.
Scene opens up on the brand new WPW Belt, it is on the top of a fireplace, held up and glistening with polish. Next to it is another belt, much more golden but the leather is a bit more worn. As if, of course, cued to enter the camera, JMC come and stands in front of the fireplace, the colour of the flames reflecting onto the back of him, mostly visible at is head.
It’s a good thing I exist, is it not? It’s a powerful fact that I am now the leader of you all. The fans, the wrestlers and every member of the company that is WPW. I succeeded in bringing an unparallel class to WPW. I stopped the flood that was Brock Goodman, we are not in a dark ages, in a world of evil. He was stoppered by the age of enlightenment. That was me. I did it.
World titles are not merely fun and games; they are not about listening to Stephen Sondheim works, as entertaining as they may be. World titles are all about image, about showing that I represent the exciting products. I Realise this and you need not fear. The Price of Cats, he knows what to do with the belt.
If only the belt knew what to do with The Prince of Cats, however. What does my beloved and beleaguered title get me?
First thing this title gave me was a sound beating by the psychopath, the real demon barber but I hold little anger over that, his brain couldn’t comprehend a loss, it probably had the two remaining brain cells accidentally fuse together, causing the infamous reaction that has had him barred from the arena of WPW’s show. And that action will most likely land him back within touching distance of his untouchable friends.
Then what does it give me as present number two? The main sop on live! WPW’s secondary show... I have already won a belt like that! One that allowed me to be the biggest fish in the smallest pond, It did not do me much good and I remained the big fish. Is this what I am to become? Is this how you will treat thy champion?
From atop the fireplace he leaves the WPW belt, instead he reaches for the other, golden and more oblong shaped of the two. This belt, he then places on his shoulder, it is embedded with a Red logo with letters in a shape not dissimilar to a Moebius strip.
I wish to show you this belt, it is another one of mine, it in fact was the first ever belt that I earnt. It was a folly belt in retrospect but it does hold a place in my heart. What this belt did was gain me access to being the God of a smaller show like Live. It has been done and I succeeded, I was invincible, like you would imagine a god like to be like.
Vincent, my Dutch friend. This match is impersonal, I do not hate you like I hate Airborn or Brock Goodman. Heavens, I have not even heard that much of thee in fact. Nevertheless, that does not give you a fair trip, it does not mean I will not be so offended that I do not grace the show, I still have a reputation to think about upholding, not to mention the fact I now am the sole owner of the Undefeated streak that Goodman and I both held, so I need to take good care of that fact. I wish to defeat you for the sake of keeping what I already have, my streak, my prestiege. I can try as much as I wish but I will find it impossible to personalise it, you did not attack my sister, or threaten my honour at all, so this is merely a match, no more nor anything less.
However, I do realise that I may speak too soon, you may soon erupt and barrage me with insults where you will claim my title to be inert, that I cheated my way through 7 other matches to defeat who I did, that I did not truly pin Brock, that he could have kicked out of my soliloquy if I was not as big a cheater as I am. However, I doubt you would do such a thing, knowing full well what might be the consequences.
Vincent, I can wait until Live! I only hop to you that you are there when I arrive, I can ask you as much as I wish, telling you to bring thy “Game face” and get ready for a fight. However, I leave what you wish to do with a match against a wrestler far outside thy class to thee.
Cassius reaches over and grabs his WPW Belt placing the Golden belt onto the fireplace, essentially swapping belts, as he places the World title around his waist, the scene fades to black.