Post by "The Wrestling Messiah" ACM on Nov 23, 2011 0:38:51 GMT -5
The scene opens up to the soft hum of a car engine, as the camera's lens scans horizon catching nothing but the light blue sky. Clouds float about, scattered in the sky like white thread being sown into a blue tapestry. The camera begins to change it's angle, revealing a long winding road. The view is distorted and warped due to the heat waves slowly wafting inches above the black asphalt. The yellow lane paint is chipped and cracked throughout, when suddenly the source of the engine hum reveals itself, a candy apple red hood slowly appears on the road, as it climbs a slight hill. Its an 2012 Porsche Carrera 4S Cabriolet, a luxury car that tops the market at $123,950. As it approaches with it's top down, the hum grows louder, and its driver comes into view. His long, stringy, blonde hair kicks about wildly in the wind, black aviator shades shield his eyes, and his black short sleeve button down shirt is left open. His radio blares almost drowning out the engine.
"New car, caviar, four star daydream,think I'll buy me a football team. Money get back, I'm alright Jack keep your hands off my stack .Money it's a hit. Don't give me that do goody good bullshit. I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set, and I think I need a Lear jet."
[/i]"New car, caviar, four star daydream,think I'll buy me a football team. Money get back, I'm alright Jack keep your hands off my stack .Money it's a hit. Don't give me that do goody good bullshit. I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set, and I think I need a Lear jet."
Pink Floyd's "Money" is cut short, in place of the deep bass line and saxophone solo, harsh static screeches pierce our ears. The driver looks down, the sun glaring off his glasses as he messes with the radio's controls, to no avail, the static continues.
"Come on you piece of shit!"[/i]
He punches the radio, his attention now fully placed on the radio despite the fact he is driving. He punches it one more time, accidentally pressing his leg forward to put more momentum in his swing. The engines revs and the speedometer increases rapidly, the needle now sitting just beyond the 100 mile per hour mark. He looks up suddenly, a man with his back towards the car clad in pure white, stands in the middle of the street, blocking the Porsche's path. Unable to stop short of the bystander due to the high speed he is traveling, the driver is forced to swerve to the side, the momentum sending the car on two wheels, then flipping violently twice. Scraping metal, the sound of broken glass echoes through the road. The screen abruptly fades to black.
The view comes back to focus a few moments later, but our point of view seems to be in first person, as the screen blacks out a few times as the eyelids close and open slowly. Looking down we see a bloodied arm, cuts and scrapes run down from the forearm to the hand. Looking over to the left, the left arm is broken at the wrist, ivory colored bone juts out a few inches down from the hand saturated in blood. The screen blacks out quickly as the person blinks again, slowly turning around. The once luxurious Porsche is nothing but a smoking mass of mangled metal, and human flesh, as his leg is still trapped within the carnage. The other appears broken, as flames dance about what use to be the candy apple red hood.
He turns back around, his arms back in view, he reaches one forward, and attempts to pull himself forward to free his leg, but it was in vain. He cannot muster the strength with just one arm. With just one arm and one leg he looks down, blood covered asphalt is whats in view. The screen blacks out as the man closes his eyes and begins to whisper a prayer.
"Please I beg of thee......please shed mercy upon my soul......please help me.....please lord....I know we don't speak much....but please........save me....[/i]
The asphalt comes back into view slowly, and tears drip down into the blood as the man sobs. He looks up slowly, and a few feet away from him a pure white dress shoe comes into view. Looking up, he dons pure white dress pants, and a pure white three quarter length suit jacket. His hands are in his pockets, his white tie sways gently in the wind, sitting over his white shirt. He is a dark skinned man, his goatee protruding a few inches from his chin, and his hair braided neatly in rows going down the back of his head. He is "The Wrestling Messiah" ACM. He parts his lips to speak.
"Look at you. A few minutes you placed yourself on an self imposed throne on the top of the world, now you are here, broken, and battered. Your bodies will to live on is fleeing further and further from your grasp as we speak."[/color]
The man looks down again, change the view from ACM's face to the bloodstained asphalt. He glances up quickly bringing ACM back into view.
"I don't have time for this fucking karma trip. Just call an ambulance, or help me yourself man.[/i]
ACM takes his hands out of his pockets, his feet come closer in view as he steps slowly towards the man
"Intriguing.....I made no mention of karma. Yet you bring it up so hastily. It seems as though someone's conscious has spoken far too late. It's to late for me to offer you salvation. Your similarities to my opponent at Brawl 4 All, Johnny Magnum are uncanny. That luxurious pile of mangled metal behind you didn't come without a exuberant price did it? I'm not speaking of the financial tag, I'm referring the means you took to receive the financial security you always prayed for. Your job at the firm was heaven sent, yet mans natural weakness and temptation to sin overtook your psyche. Magnum begin his career the hard way. His first few showings in the ring where disastrous at best, yet his unyielding determination and grit let him fight through. He eventually worked his way up the card, capturing the prestigious Intercontinental Championship, and Tennessee Heavyweight Championship in the process. Many superstars dream to win at least one title, Magnum however isn't one of these men. Instead he became the sniper hidden in the grassy knoll, picking off man after man working his way up to Main Event status. This indeed eerily retrospective to what you did to your best friend Tod....isn't it Sam?[/i]
The screen shakes violently as the man bellows at ACM
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!!![/i]
ACM chuckles softly, as if mimicking Sam's ferocity.
"But I do know what I speak of don't I Sam? You couldn't handle living in Tod's shadow, he was assigned to all the major cases, and helped a long list of well paying clients, while you were stuck with the petty domestic disputes. Barely grossing enough to support the sickening lifestyle you always sought you decide to take out Tod. You convinced one of his clients, who also happened to be the head of a national crime syndicate, that Tod betrayed him, and had already bribed the jury to incarcerate him for the rest of his life. Unwilling to see his work unfold from a cold cement cell, whilst his body rots away, he put a hit out on Tod. Three days later, Tod was found stabbed four times in the neck. Three days later you were assigned to the case......and won.....not only were you paid for being an informant, but you got the money for winning the case.
Tod's life was cast aside for your own selfish indulgence, just like Magnum cast friendship aside in a futile attempt to further his career. He grew tired of being know as Roy's sidekick, he wanted to know how it felt to bask in the limelight. So he blindsided Roy, trying to snuff him out of the top card. To us it was a modern day Judas situation playing out, but to Johnny...it was just one less man he had to go through before he took the holy grail that is the World Heavyweight Championship. Roy may have gotten his revenge, but I fear I must do what is best for all of SNME. They say a chain is only as strong as it's weakest link. In contrast a herd is only as strong as its weakest sheep. It's up to the shepherd to maintain the strength and stability of the herd, through what ever means necessary. You see Magnum that locker room is a herd and I as it's shepherd deem it necessary to put you down.......for good. I cannot allow a snake to roam around the locker room, causing chaos and havoc behind the scenes, sneak attacks, the sweet nothings you mislead Roy with are all things you have yet to repent for. Alas. Magnum it is too late, you have disgraced what it means to be a competitor, you have turned on the ones that trusted you the most.
In the progress you have turn the gun on yourself, your a wanted
man now Magnum, just awaiting to be put on trial. The trial starts and ends at Brawl 4 All, and in that ring I am the judge, jury, and executioner, I am The Wrestling Messiah and I will deliver swift judgement.[/i]
ACM kneels down, Sam looks up at him slowly, the screen fading slowly as Sam feels his eyelids closing, his life is hanging on its final thread, slowly unraveling as ACM continues
"And just as you look up at me now as your life is in it's final woes, Magnum will look up from the mat, as I stand over him.....he will ask for forgiveness.......he will ask for mercy....and I will look at him with the same cold expression and whisper....[/i]
ACM's expression becomes cold and emotionless. Disconnected from the smell of burning metal, and bloodied human flesh, and the dying man lying before him.
"No."[/i]
ACM rises slowly from his kneeling position, he turns around, his coat tails whipping around behind him. He walks way from Sam slowly. The view is getting darker and smaller as Sam's eyes draw closer to closing. Suddenly singing is heard from the wreckage, coming from the once static filled radio. Sam's heart beats become audible as they slow rapidly, the music continues...
"Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law.."[/i]
Lub-Dub(Heart beats)
"Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home..."[/i]
Lub-Dub
"Dear Mama I can hear you cryin', you're so scared and all alone..."[/i]
Lub-Dub
"Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long..."[/i]
The screen a sound fades out as Sam breathes in deeply...what would be his last and final breath[/center]