Post by theminstrel on Dec 16, 2005 18:24:37 GMT -5
[The wind blows cold with a purpose, it is meant to tear through us right down to our bones, make us feel something. The clouds, in the background, move with that purpose as though they are in a rush or being pushed in a direction. The grass dances in the breeze like children at the feet of a man, who stands before a tombstone]
[Our view is a waist down view so that we don’t see the man’s face and being that there is only one man in the NAPW, who has never been seen we have to assume it’s the Minstrel]
[However; there is no craziness in the man right now, he’s not dancing on tombstones or doing cartwheels. He stands there as a man, looking down upon someone, someone that mattered. A person that could make him feel alive, someone that shook him to the bone much like the wind right now]
[We pan up to find the man in a brown trench coat and hate with a scarf-pulled over his face so he’s still unrecognizable. We’re viewing from the side so even with a slight opening we cannot see much of his face at all]
Minstrel: Its ironic how you don’t remember being born, but you never forget dying. You can never forget that moment when the world stops spinning for you and you’re just a mere bag of flesh and bones. Everyone has that moment, some just haven’t experienced it yet.
[His voice is soft, which is different the usual rash, obnoxious tone we’re used to hearing from the man from his in-ring talk and maniacal laughter]
Minstrel: A lot of people want answers… And a lot of people probably couldn’t possibly understand the man who laughs. The man without a name…
[He takes his hands out of his pockets and reveals a small balloon animal with his right hand and a gold chain in his left hand]
Minstrel: Well, what if that man were never really there at all? What if he was always there?
[There is a slight chuckle as he wraps the chain around the neck of the balloon dog]
Minstrel: What if the answers lead to more questions?
[He squats down and places the balloon animal down, the chain keeping the balloon stationary despite the wind]
Minstrel: What if the man who laughs isn’t laughing at all?
[He stands back up and turns his back to us sticking his hands back in his pockets. He walks off with the wind blowing the back of his trench coat. We pan back to the animal sitting there, struggling in the wind]
[Cut away]
[We pan up to see the good looking face of Marcus Trapier, dressed in full business attire. A black suit with a purple shirt and red tie, his fairly long hair is slicked back. There are headphones are his neck and a cigarette in his left hand]
[He brings it up for a drag, the smoke rises in the air as he exhales the toxins]
Trapier: No contact with the Jokeman, yet, and Jack’s flipping out.
[He shrugs with a half-grin on his face]
Trapier: The Jokeman as crazy as he is, as wacked out as he is… Is still a business man. He’ll show his face again soon, I’m certain.
[He chuckles as he takes another drag]
Trapier: Or maybe not his face, but you get the vernacular.
[Even his walk oozes arrogance, the man is charismatic as it comes. It’s a shame he’s in the “construction” business, you have to believe he’d make one hell of a politician]
Trapier: And that’s not good news for you boys, in this triple threat match. I mean I can’t imagine what kind of state this guy is going to be in when he gets back, but I wouldn’t want to be in a ring with him.
[He shakes his head “no” as he takes another drag]
Trapier: I know you think because he’s a little off in the head, that he may have a tendency for making mistakes.
[He smirks]
Trapier: Well, actually, our friend has quite a habit of using his internal struggles as an advantage, but never a weakness… He’s precise, he’s focused, he’s detailed. Simply put the man doesn’t lose matches, he doesn’t throw away victories by making mistakes.
[He reaches up and scratches at his neck]
Trapier: Ravager, the champ, the man who the Jokeman chose to face. Well, my friend, I must say you’ve got quite the penchant for running around beating a bunch of drunks up in bars.
[He sarcastically claps his hands three time then stops]
Trapier: I’m sure you want to absolutely destroy the Jokeman after he destroyed your place, hey I don’t blame you…
[He chuckles a bit]
Trapier: But I hope you do realize, my friend, that your whole aggression that works so well on your bar buddies, isn’t going to help you against someone as lethal as the Jokeman. If anything you’re the anti-Jokeman, you’re capable of great things if you can just keep your issues in check, but from the looks of things… You can’t and you’re going to make mistakes.
Game over.
[He takes a deep breath the steam floats into the air as he digs his hands deep into his pockets]
Trapier: Now onto Technique, the man that just doesn’t want to go away no matter how many times the Jokeman beats you from pillar to post. I admire you’re persistence, kid, I really do, but if you keep this up you’re not going to have legs to stand on. You know, first hand what the guy is capable of, he beat you once and I’m telling you now he plans on doing it again… For the last time.
[He smiles as he says this then looks to the side. He stands in front of a white house for a moment then walks up to the door. The number 25 lies on the door obviously marking the address. He rings the bell, the door opens to reveal Dr. Hordem wearing a light blue polo shirt]
Doctor: Hello, Marcus.
[Marcus enters the house as we’re rather surprised by the warm reception he was given]
Trapier: Hello, Doctor.
[Cut away]
[Our view is a waist down view so that we don’t see the man’s face and being that there is only one man in the NAPW, who has never been seen we have to assume it’s the Minstrel]
[However; there is no craziness in the man right now, he’s not dancing on tombstones or doing cartwheels. He stands there as a man, looking down upon someone, someone that mattered. A person that could make him feel alive, someone that shook him to the bone much like the wind right now]
[We pan up to find the man in a brown trench coat and hate with a scarf-pulled over his face so he’s still unrecognizable. We’re viewing from the side so even with a slight opening we cannot see much of his face at all]
Minstrel: Its ironic how you don’t remember being born, but you never forget dying. You can never forget that moment when the world stops spinning for you and you’re just a mere bag of flesh and bones. Everyone has that moment, some just haven’t experienced it yet.
[His voice is soft, which is different the usual rash, obnoxious tone we’re used to hearing from the man from his in-ring talk and maniacal laughter]
Minstrel: A lot of people want answers… And a lot of people probably couldn’t possibly understand the man who laughs. The man without a name…
[He takes his hands out of his pockets and reveals a small balloon animal with his right hand and a gold chain in his left hand]
Minstrel: Well, what if that man were never really there at all? What if he was always there?
[There is a slight chuckle as he wraps the chain around the neck of the balloon dog]
Minstrel: What if the answers lead to more questions?
[He squats down and places the balloon animal down, the chain keeping the balloon stationary despite the wind]
Minstrel: What if the man who laughs isn’t laughing at all?
[He stands back up and turns his back to us sticking his hands back in his pockets. He walks off with the wind blowing the back of his trench coat. We pan back to the animal sitting there, struggling in the wind]
[Cut away]
[We pan up to see the good looking face of Marcus Trapier, dressed in full business attire. A black suit with a purple shirt and red tie, his fairly long hair is slicked back. There are headphones are his neck and a cigarette in his left hand]
[He brings it up for a drag, the smoke rises in the air as he exhales the toxins]
Trapier: No contact with the Jokeman, yet, and Jack’s flipping out.
[He shrugs with a half-grin on his face]
Trapier: The Jokeman as crazy as he is, as wacked out as he is… Is still a business man. He’ll show his face again soon, I’m certain.
[He chuckles as he takes another drag]
Trapier: Or maybe not his face, but you get the vernacular.
[Even his walk oozes arrogance, the man is charismatic as it comes. It’s a shame he’s in the “construction” business, you have to believe he’d make one hell of a politician]
Trapier: And that’s not good news for you boys, in this triple threat match. I mean I can’t imagine what kind of state this guy is going to be in when he gets back, but I wouldn’t want to be in a ring with him.
[He shakes his head “no” as he takes another drag]
Trapier: I know you think because he’s a little off in the head, that he may have a tendency for making mistakes.
[He smirks]
Trapier: Well, actually, our friend has quite a habit of using his internal struggles as an advantage, but never a weakness… He’s precise, he’s focused, he’s detailed. Simply put the man doesn’t lose matches, he doesn’t throw away victories by making mistakes.
[He reaches up and scratches at his neck]
Trapier: Ravager, the champ, the man who the Jokeman chose to face. Well, my friend, I must say you’ve got quite the penchant for running around beating a bunch of drunks up in bars.
[He sarcastically claps his hands three time then stops]
Trapier: I’m sure you want to absolutely destroy the Jokeman after he destroyed your place, hey I don’t blame you…
[He chuckles a bit]
Trapier: But I hope you do realize, my friend, that your whole aggression that works so well on your bar buddies, isn’t going to help you against someone as lethal as the Jokeman. If anything you’re the anti-Jokeman, you’re capable of great things if you can just keep your issues in check, but from the looks of things… You can’t and you’re going to make mistakes.
Game over.
[He takes a deep breath the steam floats into the air as he digs his hands deep into his pockets]
Trapier: Now onto Technique, the man that just doesn’t want to go away no matter how many times the Jokeman beats you from pillar to post. I admire you’re persistence, kid, I really do, but if you keep this up you’re not going to have legs to stand on. You know, first hand what the guy is capable of, he beat you once and I’m telling you now he plans on doing it again… For the last time.
[He smiles as he says this then looks to the side. He stands in front of a white house for a moment then walks up to the door. The number 25 lies on the door obviously marking the address. He rings the bell, the door opens to reveal Dr. Hordem wearing a light blue polo shirt]
Doctor: Hello, Marcus.
[Marcus enters the house as we’re rather surprised by the warm reception he was given]
Trapier: Hello, Doctor.
[Cut away]