Post by theminstrel on Dec 2, 2005 16:53:21 GMT -5
The Immortal looking to pull his friend up, but Technique kicks him away in pain and panic, still holding his neck. Immortal looks down, realizing this is worse than it looks. EMTs are coming down the aisle as The Immortal stays beside Technique.
BILL HEWSON: Technique may be seriously injured here, folks, from that sick suplex over the top rope delivered by The Minstrel! We have to take our last commercial break... and Immortal looks incredibly concerned for his friend Technique!
The EMTs begin checking on Technique. Immortal shoves them away, though, and hauls Technique up and over his shoulders! The EMTs arguing with Immortal to let them handle it, but Immortal's going to carry his friend out. Near the entrance curtain, The Minstrel is cackling.
[Cut away from the scene and in on the smiling Greek comedy mask with its eyes crosses out and lips painted bright red. The cackling continues getting louder and louder, more maniacal]
[An outside café, downtown Calgary is where we open up. It’s a fairly cloudy day and the wind provides a bit of a chill, but nothing too unbearable. It’s the kind of day where you almost pray for rain because the sky looks like its ready to burst, but you know it will only at the most inopportune time. The café is enjoying quite a bit of business, but that is fitting considering the is lunch time]
[Our camera appears to be fairly shaky; for whatever reason, but it clear what we are focusing on, two men in the far corner both enjoying a bowl of soup. One man who’s back is to us is wearing a brown trench coat and his hair is slightly balding, he appears to be fairly muscular from what we can tell. The other man smokes a cigarette and wears a grey Calgary Flames sweatshirt. His hair is slicked back revealing a fairly good-looking face, he appears in decent shape, but is a little on the scrawny side]
Scrawny man: Yeah supposedly there’s supposed to be some fireworks down at the warehouse on Evans.
[The bald man nods as we notice the nervousness of the scrawnier man, he appears to be fairly worried about something as his eyes wander the streets]
Bald man: Listen relax Stevie, we’re in the middle of nowhere, you’re fine. Ain’t nothing gonna happen here.
[The scrawny man smiles a little bit, convinced by this bald man that he is safe at the moment]
Bald man: So what’s the plan?
[The scrawny man leans forward and whispers, luckily despite the chatter of the other tables, it is still audible to us]
Scrawny: Well Mr. Big is supposed to be have some boys down there distribute some of the magic to the little guys. Approximately at 2 AM, they’re supposed to meet up and trade the potions for the dough. They should be fairly well prepared if you catch the meaning?
[The bald man nods as he takes a sip of soup]
Scrawny: But this isn’t BIG deal for Mr. Big, so they’ll probably be the rooks on the job, so they’ll probably go buckets if anything goes wrong, ya know?
Bald man: Is that it?
[Sliding an envelope across the table]
Scrawny: I mean aside from him…
[The bald man nods as he gets up]
Bald man: Don’t worry about that, he ain’t real.
[The scrawny man smiles as he looks at the envelope and takes it. He puts down some money and walks off with the balder man. After a moment out camera is shifted, shakily up to a face, we’ve seen only for instant before]
Scrawny: Wait up!
[Jack’s hair is in his deep blue eyes, which stare back at us without sympathy or compassion. Just cold calm, much like the grey clouds overhead waiting to unleash some type of rage, some hidden pain that haunts him]
[He wears a brown leather jacket and a plain brown cap. He has facial stubble and a slight scar running down his right cheek, his nose is crooked and looks as though it may have been broken and never repaired. His teeth are yellow and also slightly crooked, he is not what you would call a handsome individual, there again… His looks just build on this quiet madman persona he seems to have]
Jack: Looks like little Stevie is nothing more then a rat on the take, trying to mess with Mr. Trapier’s business. Well, Stevie’s in for a rude awakening, but there again that’s neither here nor there for you little people.
[His voice raspy and rugged, but yet so soft in volume. We wish we could get a better look at the man, but this camera he’s using isn’t exactly providing us with a large range look]
Jack: The Jokeman was in that ring once… One time and someone already left on a stretcher, is there more that I need to say or more that he needs to show?
Tell me there weren’t shivers running up and down your spine as you heard the maddening laughter and watched him nearly keel over as the EMTs came through like water after the floodgates were open.
[He lightly chuckles as he looks away once again picturing the image we seen at the opening click… Technique writhing in pain while the EMTs attempt to stabilize him, its almost musical to this man who takes in his own personal image with artistic awe]
Jack: And sadly, for our friend, the stretcher exit wasn’t enough for the higher-ups, for you blood thirsty hordes… You want more, you want to see this man stare down into the face of a man who simply put has no remorse.
Who laughs at this all as though it was some game, where people don’t get hurt… But as you’ve found out my friend, they do, especially at the hands of a man with no regard for others.
[There is a certain insanity in the man’s eyes that just builds, he seems to enjoy talking about it almost as much the Minstrel enjoyed doing it, its exciting to him… Its reality… Its… Sickening]
Jack: Are you prepared, my friend? To stare into the mask that’s more then a man, more then an idea, more then a body and a mind, more then a simple flash in the pan… Are you prepared to stare into the mask with its ex-ed out eyes and smiling lips, the mask that has caused such a stir in the NAPW and throughout the entire UWP.
More importantly are you prepared to face your own self in the mirror are truly say to yourself that you honestly believe you can take down a man, who was absolutely destructive in that ring on Black Thursday? And even if you work up the courage to say it, does it mean you truly believe it?
[He reaches into his jacket and pulls out the Greek tragedy mask, he places it right besides him on the table, using his right hand to hold it up]
Jack: Perhaps you should wear this to answer those questions… Maybe it would make it easier on you to truly see yourself as you will be… To see yourself as he will make you.
[He drops the mask onto the table and it lands face down, rather symbolically. He looks at his right wrist at a watch, then picks up the camera bringing it close so that we only have a headshot]
Jack: Well, while you ponder these thoughts and count the days until the clock hits zero, my friend, I must go… I’ve got some information to give Mr. Trapier and after you hear this you might get a little preview of just whats going to happen to you while people watch in amazement… Until then the joke’s on you and he’s just waiting to deliver the punchline.
[He shakes with laughter as his own wheezy, raspy laugh bellows our stomachs turn with the sickening glimpse of this man’s sheer joy at delivering words of terror to man, who’s been injured before. We can’t help but feel nervous about Monday or even the next time this oddity is or even isn’t on camera]
[Cut transmission]
BILL HEWSON: Technique may be seriously injured here, folks, from that sick suplex over the top rope delivered by The Minstrel! We have to take our last commercial break... and Immortal looks incredibly concerned for his friend Technique!
The EMTs begin checking on Technique. Immortal shoves them away, though, and hauls Technique up and over his shoulders! The EMTs arguing with Immortal to let them handle it, but Immortal's going to carry his friend out. Near the entrance curtain, The Minstrel is cackling.
[Cut away from the scene and in on the smiling Greek comedy mask with its eyes crosses out and lips painted bright red. The cackling continues getting louder and louder, more maniacal]
[An outside café, downtown Calgary is where we open up. It’s a fairly cloudy day and the wind provides a bit of a chill, but nothing too unbearable. It’s the kind of day where you almost pray for rain because the sky looks like its ready to burst, but you know it will only at the most inopportune time. The café is enjoying quite a bit of business, but that is fitting considering the is lunch time]
[Our camera appears to be fairly shaky; for whatever reason, but it clear what we are focusing on, two men in the far corner both enjoying a bowl of soup. One man who’s back is to us is wearing a brown trench coat and his hair is slightly balding, he appears to be fairly muscular from what we can tell. The other man smokes a cigarette and wears a grey Calgary Flames sweatshirt. His hair is slicked back revealing a fairly good-looking face, he appears in decent shape, but is a little on the scrawny side]
Scrawny man: Yeah supposedly there’s supposed to be some fireworks down at the warehouse on Evans.
[The bald man nods as we notice the nervousness of the scrawnier man, he appears to be fairly worried about something as his eyes wander the streets]
Bald man: Listen relax Stevie, we’re in the middle of nowhere, you’re fine. Ain’t nothing gonna happen here.
[The scrawny man smiles a little bit, convinced by this bald man that he is safe at the moment]
Bald man: So what’s the plan?
[The scrawny man leans forward and whispers, luckily despite the chatter of the other tables, it is still audible to us]
Scrawny: Well Mr. Big is supposed to be have some boys down there distribute some of the magic to the little guys. Approximately at 2 AM, they’re supposed to meet up and trade the potions for the dough. They should be fairly well prepared if you catch the meaning?
[The bald man nods as he takes a sip of soup]
Scrawny: But this isn’t BIG deal for Mr. Big, so they’ll probably be the rooks on the job, so they’ll probably go buckets if anything goes wrong, ya know?
Bald man: Is that it?
[Sliding an envelope across the table]
Scrawny: I mean aside from him…
[The bald man nods as he gets up]
Bald man: Don’t worry about that, he ain’t real.
[The scrawny man smiles as he looks at the envelope and takes it. He puts down some money and walks off with the balder man. After a moment out camera is shifted, shakily up to a face, we’ve seen only for instant before]
Scrawny: Wait up!
[Jack’s hair is in his deep blue eyes, which stare back at us without sympathy or compassion. Just cold calm, much like the grey clouds overhead waiting to unleash some type of rage, some hidden pain that haunts him]
[He wears a brown leather jacket and a plain brown cap. He has facial stubble and a slight scar running down his right cheek, his nose is crooked and looks as though it may have been broken and never repaired. His teeth are yellow and also slightly crooked, he is not what you would call a handsome individual, there again… His looks just build on this quiet madman persona he seems to have]
Jack: Looks like little Stevie is nothing more then a rat on the take, trying to mess with Mr. Trapier’s business. Well, Stevie’s in for a rude awakening, but there again that’s neither here nor there for you little people.
[His voice raspy and rugged, but yet so soft in volume. We wish we could get a better look at the man, but this camera he’s using isn’t exactly providing us with a large range look]
Jack: The Jokeman was in that ring once… One time and someone already left on a stretcher, is there more that I need to say or more that he needs to show?
Tell me there weren’t shivers running up and down your spine as you heard the maddening laughter and watched him nearly keel over as the EMTs came through like water after the floodgates were open.
[He lightly chuckles as he looks away once again picturing the image we seen at the opening click… Technique writhing in pain while the EMTs attempt to stabilize him, its almost musical to this man who takes in his own personal image with artistic awe]
Jack: And sadly, for our friend, the stretcher exit wasn’t enough for the higher-ups, for you blood thirsty hordes… You want more, you want to see this man stare down into the face of a man who simply put has no remorse.
Who laughs at this all as though it was some game, where people don’t get hurt… But as you’ve found out my friend, they do, especially at the hands of a man with no regard for others.
[There is a certain insanity in the man’s eyes that just builds, he seems to enjoy talking about it almost as much the Minstrel enjoyed doing it, its exciting to him… Its reality… Its… Sickening]
Jack: Are you prepared, my friend? To stare into the mask that’s more then a man, more then an idea, more then a body and a mind, more then a simple flash in the pan… Are you prepared to stare into the mask with its ex-ed out eyes and smiling lips, the mask that has caused such a stir in the NAPW and throughout the entire UWP.
More importantly are you prepared to face your own self in the mirror are truly say to yourself that you honestly believe you can take down a man, who was absolutely destructive in that ring on Black Thursday? And even if you work up the courage to say it, does it mean you truly believe it?
[He reaches into his jacket and pulls out the Greek tragedy mask, he places it right besides him on the table, using his right hand to hold it up]
Jack: Perhaps you should wear this to answer those questions… Maybe it would make it easier on you to truly see yourself as you will be… To see yourself as he will make you.
[He drops the mask onto the table and it lands face down, rather symbolically. He looks at his right wrist at a watch, then picks up the camera bringing it close so that we only have a headshot]
Jack: Well, while you ponder these thoughts and count the days until the clock hits zero, my friend, I must go… I’ve got some information to give Mr. Trapier and after you hear this you might get a little preview of just whats going to happen to you while people watch in amazement… Until then the joke’s on you and he’s just waiting to deliver the punchline.
[He shakes with laughter as his own wheezy, raspy laugh bellows our stomachs turn with the sickening glimpse of this man’s sheer joy at delivering words of terror to man, who’s been injured before. We can’t help but feel nervous about Monday or even the next time this oddity is or even isn’t on camera]
[Cut transmission]