Prometheus
04-08-2007, 06:02 AM
The scene opens up to James Moriarty Cassius, already looking directly at the screen, sitting in his usual chair behind his antiquity of a desk. His feet are propped up on the far side of it, next to a dramatic skull, holding several pencils and writing implements. Cassius begins to speak.
What places you were you are is something we all know but often forget. We forget what ti took to be where we wanted because of the simple reason that we are overwhelmed because we are here. Do we remember that science teacher that helped us? Or even the school we were educated in? Thoughts like raindrops fall from us, ignorant of their importance in our current lives. This little philosophical break has a point to it. It is now that I remember why I am where I am right now. The past two weeks I will remember for all the wrong reasons, but at the same time remember it as a time of memories. These weeks I have faced demons that made my last six months as champion.
I have faced my paranoias...
(We suddenly leave the image of James Cassius at his desk. An image of a casket from the casket match comes up onto our screens, the noise we heard sounds like a piercing shriek as it appears)
Opponents who have haunted me for so long and took so much
(An image of Dan Murph standing over JMC, JMC lying at the bottom of the Ramp at Everything Ends, his neck tilted almost sickly as he lays unconscious)
And even faced my own shortcomings in human form.
(Another scene appears:
The Referee turns and sees that Adams has JMC covered.
1
2
3. .....EEE! Thats it! Mike Adams has won the match)
A time not exactly ranking as my favourite, or even as a pleasant time, each week worse than the first. But it is these weeks we strive to ignore. But that is a foolish idea. Those weeks I was tested and often I came up short. But In the end, I exceeded. I proved my actual worth and won. The past few weeks, the casket, the loss.. I proved myself to be above that.
(Another scene, Last week:
Boot to the gut and JMC runs off the ropes for some momentum...... Murph straightens and hauls JMC up onto his shoulders as he comes back.
No, JMC rolls back into a Crucifix Pin!
One
Two
Thre........E!!!!
Daniel: He got it! He got it!)
In comparison to how i got here, This week I am back on the high road to wherever it may take me. I am now, without a doubt THE champion of WPW, my latest challengers have both been lain into the dust. Adams could not stop me from remaining where I am. The One has yet to win a match. I am the champion, I am at the topmost tier of wrestling. I cannot be pulled down, Not by Dream or Murph or One! And certainly not by some upstart pirate, or as far as I can work him out to be. Where I come from has been the challenge, Adding Jemmy to the longest list of defeated superstars I hold. Not to underestimate you, Jemmy but you see, I am forced to. You have nothing to overestimate, no comeback, not a single redeeming factor saves thee from ridicule. Every Time you Speak is merely a laughable offence. The Fool Michael Adams will tell you that I can only win if I am considered the underdog, but even if that were true, there is no way, no possible home I could be considered worse than we know you to be! I always set myself a goal on every Live appearance, on every match where the fate of my victory is easily deductible. I always try to pin a man in under a minute. You will be no exception. You can fight to beat me in a minute and perhaps you will succeed. But you know in your heart one thing, even if you survive that minute.
You are only extending the inevitable...
*Scene Ends*
What places you were you are is something we all know but often forget. We forget what ti took to be where we wanted because of the simple reason that we are overwhelmed because we are here. Do we remember that science teacher that helped us? Or even the school we were educated in? Thoughts like raindrops fall from us, ignorant of their importance in our current lives. This little philosophical break has a point to it. It is now that I remember why I am where I am right now. The past two weeks I will remember for all the wrong reasons, but at the same time remember it as a time of memories. These weeks I have faced demons that made my last six months as champion.
I have faced my paranoias...
(We suddenly leave the image of James Cassius at his desk. An image of a casket from the casket match comes up onto our screens, the noise we heard sounds like a piercing shriek as it appears)
Opponents who have haunted me for so long and took so much
(An image of Dan Murph standing over JMC, JMC lying at the bottom of the Ramp at Everything Ends, his neck tilted almost sickly as he lays unconscious)
And even faced my own shortcomings in human form.
(Another scene appears:
The Referee turns and sees that Adams has JMC covered.
1
2
3. .....EEE! Thats it! Mike Adams has won the match)
A time not exactly ranking as my favourite, or even as a pleasant time, each week worse than the first. But it is these weeks we strive to ignore. But that is a foolish idea. Those weeks I was tested and often I came up short. But In the end, I exceeded. I proved my actual worth and won. The past few weeks, the casket, the loss.. I proved myself to be above that.
(Another scene, Last week:
Boot to the gut and JMC runs off the ropes for some momentum...... Murph straightens and hauls JMC up onto his shoulders as he comes back.
No, JMC rolls back into a Crucifix Pin!
One
Two
Thre........E!!!!
Daniel: He got it! He got it!)
In comparison to how i got here, This week I am back on the high road to wherever it may take me. I am now, without a doubt THE champion of WPW, my latest challengers have both been lain into the dust. Adams could not stop me from remaining where I am. The One has yet to win a match. I am the champion, I am at the topmost tier of wrestling. I cannot be pulled down, Not by Dream or Murph or One! And certainly not by some upstart pirate, or as far as I can work him out to be. Where I come from has been the challenge, Adding Jemmy to the longest list of defeated superstars I hold. Not to underestimate you, Jemmy but you see, I am forced to. You have nothing to overestimate, no comeback, not a single redeeming factor saves thee from ridicule. Every Time you Speak is merely a laughable offence. The Fool Michael Adams will tell you that I can only win if I am considered the underdog, but even if that were true, there is no way, no possible home I could be considered worse than we know you to be! I always set myself a goal on every Live appearance, on every match where the fate of my victory is easily deductible. I always try to pin a man in under a minute. You will be no exception. You can fight to beat me in a minute and perhaps you will succeed. But you know in your heart one thing, even if you survive that minute.
You are only extending the inevitable...
*Scene Ends*