Post by Ghost on Oct 7, 2007 11:37:46 GMT -6
We open in the basement of a nice home. A big screen television is flashing highlights of the Ghost/Shaun Wilson match that took place last week. Ghost and two buddies sit around the room knocking back some beers and enjoying some cigars. His friends are tall, young and handsome just like him. One has long/curly dirty blonde hair.
He’s wearing a gray ‘Suicide Silence’ t-shirt and blue jeans. The other has buzzed blonde hair and is wearing a black/long sleeved ‘Devil Wears Prada’ shirt and blue jeans. Ghost has on a black tank top with the ‘Killswitch Engage’ meter emblem in the center and khaki Dickies shorts. Their loud voices boom throughout the room as they make a mockery of Shaun Wilson. Ghost slams Wilson to the mat with ‘The Meltdown’ in perfect form.
Ghost hops out of his seat in excitement. Almost as if he hasn't seen it a million times and it wasn’t him but someone else who competed in the match!
Ghost: Did you see that?! Yea baby! That was perfect.
The other two men laugh.
Ghost: Ahh man, that’s a great match. That finish gets better and better every time.
Ghost sits back down as the ref raises his hand in victory on the television. He takes a gratifying sip from his beer bottle and sets it back down on the table next to the recliner he’s kicking back on. He looks into the camera which up until now, he has ignored completely.
Ghost: I would like to take this time to introduce my two friends. The fella with the long hair- -
The camera pans over to get a shot of him.
Ghost: Is my friend from a promotion known as AGW. Say hello to Crimson.
Crimson smiles.
Crimson: Hello America…did you miss me? It’s been a while. Ever since that injury I suffered, I- -
Ghost snaps at him and interrupts him.
Ghost: Hey, hey, hey! My screen time a-hole!
Crimson laughs.
Ghost (O.S.): The dashing looking young man sitting toward the end of the couch is my good friend and tag team partner I climbed the tag ranks with in other feds, Fate.
The camera pans over. Fate points into the camera, still holding his beer bottle, and winks. The camera pans back to Ghost.
Ghost: Gentlemen, think of the next couple minuets of your life as a talk show. Our first topic of discussion is, a very full of himself, Shaun Wilson. Gentlemen, what do you think of Wilson in general?
The camera quickly pans to Crimson. He’s lounging back on the couch, gripping his beer bottle in hand.
Crimson: Well, when it comes to Wilson, his bark seems much bigger than his bite. I mean here’s a guy that seems to pose all the physical intimidation of a three toed sloth! On top of that, he’s seems to be suffering from some sort of delusions. It’s nobodies fault but his own that he lost that match to you, yet he’s still walking around arrogant and as if he’s on top of the world. And after you tell the world that it was a hard fought victory and tipped your proverbial hat to the asshole, he throws it right back in you face!
Fate decides to take over.
Fate (O.S.): And to me- -
The camera pans over to see him.
Fate: That is almost like the ultimate insult. He takes your livelihood and s***s all over it. It’s ridiculous! Wasn’t he there? He got beat, fair and square, one, two, three in the center of the ring.
Yet he still seems to think that he made a self made guy like Ghost. Then again, from the looks of his last interview, it could have been the booze talking.
All three men laugh in unison.
Ghost (O.S.): Yo! Slap nuts! Over here!
The camera pans back to Ghost.
Ghost: Here’s the last word on Wilson. He’s a punk. He’s a punk ass bitch. And from the looks of things, we will end up meeting once again in that ring. But for now, I have so many other things that are actually important to me.
My rise in NCW is just firing up. There’s no way I’m gonna’ fight Wilson any time soon. I’ve already proved that I’m the better man and to demote myself to the level of beating someone I’ve already beaten is ridiculous. It’s demeaning. Almost embarrassing.
So Wilson, you will have your fifteen minuets once again…but don’t you expect it any time soon. You were “robbed” for a reason you coward. Blame the real cause of that though. You underestimated me, just like my opponent at the pre show tonight, and you paid for it.
Now, lets move onto my opponent tonight. A man, a myth, a legend…and for once I’m not talking about myself. I’m talking about that used up, senile piece of crap, Richard Marciano, or as he likes to refer to himself, The X-TREME One. A man who seems to think he can sum up what tonight is going to be in a quick blast of air! Crimson?
The camera pans over to see Crimson.
Crimson: You know, I have seen so many TXO matches and I’ve been utterly inspired by him so many times. But since this Ghost/TXO match was announced, I’ve been nothing but disappointed. All this asshole does is bitch and moan about how he’s not on the card for the actual pay per view and how could the booking management have come up with this one. TXO, you are full of yourself. You think that just because you have a match with a new up and comer in NCW that you can not only complain about how the world has done you wrong but you actually seem to think you can write him off!
There is nothing worse that feeling worthless when you know you are so much more than the man you are fighting. My prediction for this match? Call it off! Because Ghost is gonna’ kill you TXO. And I don’t blame him for wanting too.
The camera pans over to Fate.
Fate: I’ve never been a TXO fan. To hear him talk about the fact that he’s laced up his boots thousands of times doesn’t by any means make him a good wrestler. I’ve seen thousands of Marciano’s matches and have yet to find one I’ve actually liked! When I heard Ghost was taking him on, I cringed for my friend. Because I knew he was going to have to work twice as hard to actually make the match look decent.
The guy is full of himself, he really thinks that he has a right to call himself a legend and demean anything that Ghost has done thus far and I’m just laughing underneath because I know that he is going to be blindsided, like so many in the past, by Ghost’s physical prowess.
The camera pans over to Ghost.
Ghost: You know something Marciano? I though you having next to nothing to actually say to me was an insult at first. Then, I had an epiphany the other day. You have nothing to say, because you don’t know what to say. You’re scared.
And you know what? You should be. Hardcore rules? I’m going to destroy you! Put the kids to bed ladies and gentlemen.
Because tonight on the mind games pre show, there is going to be a live execution. I’m going to bury you out there Marciano. You can call it arrogance, you can call it whatever you want. But I’m confident in the abilities of myself. And if I had anything to be worried about, even for a second, you’d know.
I wouldn’t be carrying myself as highly as I have thus far. I hope that your wife and kids aren’t showing up tonight Marciano. You’ve probably told them that you’re fighting some new guy and it’s not a big deal. Well shame on you. Since you don’t seem to be listening, I’m going to try something new.
He scoots to the edge of his recliner and peers sorrowfully into the camera.
Ghost: Mrs. Marciano…save your husband. Let him know that he’s too old to be doing this anymore. You see mam, I plan on utterly maiming your husband later tonight. And I refuse to be held accountable for the destruction I’ve caused. I’ve warned him of how sadistic I truly am.
I even tried to warn your son when he got out of school the other day! I walked up to him and said, “Richard Jr., how much do you love your daddy”? He looked at me teary eyed and said, “Mr., I love my daddy very much. Are going to hurt him”? I didn’t know what to say.
Because of your selfish prick of a husband, I didn’t know what to tell your cute little seven-year old boy! Can you even understand how that feels?! The look of pain on his face when I hesitated broke my heart. All I could do was put my arm around him, choke back my emotion and say, “Kid…I don’t want to”. And then to make matters worse, I had to make your adorable son, an empty promise.
I told him I would try as hard as I could not to! How many members of your family will cause me agony? I shouldn’t have to worry like this! I have dreams where I’m breaking the news to your beautiful yet teary face about Richard being dead! I’m having anxiety attacks!
He begins to talk with his hands.
Ghost: I can’t breathe! Do you know how this feels? It could have been prevented. What your husband loves, Mrs. Marciano, is what is going to get him killed. And that is not fair to you or your children.
I hope that you are listening to this Mrs. Marciano. You are a gorgeous woman that doesn’t deserve to be widowed. Please…
He peers down at the floor for a moment.
Ghost: Reason with me here.
He smiles nervously.
Ghost: Richard, if you can hear me, know this. If you show up tonight, every horrible thing that has been said about you will take place. If your stupid enough to show up, you don’t deserve mercy. You deserve my best. You deserve sadism.
And it’s exactly what you will get.
He peers at the floor once again.
Ghost: I would like to thank my guests and closest friends, Crimson and Fate for coming and talking with me.
He looks up.
Ghost: This is the end of days for Richard Marciano ladies and gentleman. Say your prayers and light your candles for a fallen hero. Because later tonight, you will witness brutality in it’s purest form. TXO, bring it. I don’t know what better way to say it than that.
Bring it on! Bring it all. Bring everything you’ve got. Your career ends tonight.
We fade into a music video of Ghost’s wrestling past with Dark Tranquility’s ‘Final Resistance’ as the theme.
Pain, agony and defeat. These are all words that the losing combatant of the Marciano/Ghost match will know all too well tonight. Welcome to the final resistance.
-Ghost-
He’s wearing a gray ‘Suicide Silence’ t-shirt and blue jeans. The other has buzzed blonde hair and is wearing a black/long sleeved ‘Devil Wears Prada’ shirt and blue jeans. Ghost has on a black tank top with the ‘Killswitch Engage’ meter emblem in the center and khaki Dickies shorts. Their loud voices boom throughout the room as they make a mockery of Shaun Wilson. Ghost slams Wilson to the mat with ‘The Meltdown’ in perfect form.
Ghost hops out of his seat in excitement. Almost as if he hasn't seen it a million times and it wasn’t him but someone else who competed in the match!
Ghost: Did you see that?! Yea baby! That was perfect.
The other two men laugh.
Ghost: Ahh man, that’s a great match. That finish gets better and better every time.
Ghost sits back down as the ref raises his hand in victory on the television. He takes a gratifying sip from his beer bottle and sets it back down on the table next to the recliner he’s kicking back on. He looks into the camera which up until now, he has ignored completely.
Ghost: I would like to take this time to introduce my two friends. The fella with the long hair- -
The camera pans over to get a shot of him.
Ghost: Is my friend from a promotion known as AGW. Say hello to Crimson.
Crimson smiles.
Crimson: Hello America…did you miss me? It’s been a while. Ever since that injury I suffered, I- -
Ghost snaps at him and interrupts him.
Ghost: Hey, hey, hey! My screen time a-hole!
Crimson laughs.
Ghost (O.S.): The dashing looking young man sitting toward the end of the couch is my good friend and tag team partner I climbed the tag ranks with in other feds, Fate.
The camera pans over. Fate points into the camera, still holding his beer bottle, and winks. The camera pans back to Ghost.
Ghost: Gentlemen, think of the next couple minuets of your life as a talk show. Our first topic of discussion is, a very full of himself, Shaun Wilson. Gentlemen, what do you think of Wilson in general?
The camera quickly pans to Crimson. He’s lounging back on the couch, gripping his beer bottle in hand.
Crimson: Well, when it comes to Wilson, his bark seems much bigger than his bite. I mean here’s a guy that seems to pose all the physical intimidation of a three toed sloth! On top of that, he’s seems to be suffering from some sort of delusions. It’s nobodies fault but his own that he lost that match to you, yet he’s still walking around arrogant and as if he’s on top of the world. And after you tell the world that it was a hard fought victory and tipped your proverbial hat to the asshole, he throws it right back in you face!
Fate decides to take over.
Fate (O.S.): And to me- -
The camera pans over to see him.
Fate: That is almost like the ultimate insult. He takes your livelihood and s***s all over it. It’s ridiculous! Wasn’t he there? He got beat, fair and square, one, two, three in the center of the ring.
Yet he still seems to think that he made a self made guy like Ghost. Then again, from the looks of his last interview, it could have been the booze talking.
All three men laugh in unison.
Ghost (O.S.): Yo! Slap nuts! Over here!
The camera pans back to Ghost.
Ghost: Here’s the last word on Wilson. He’s a punk. He’s a punk ass bitch. And from the looks of things, we will end up meeting once again in that ring. But for now, I have so many other things that are actually important to me.
My rise in NCW is just firing up. There’s no way I’m gonna’ fight Wilson any time soon. I’ve already proved that I’m the better man and to demote myself to the level of beating someone I’ve already beaten is ridiculous. It’s demeaning. Almost embarrassing.
So Wilson, you will have your fifteen minuets once again…but don’t you expect it any time soon. You were “robbed” for a reason you coward. Blame the real cause of that though. You underestimated me, just like my opponent at the pre show tonight, and you paid for it.
Now, lets move onto my opponent tonight. A man, a myth, a legend…and for once I’m not talking about myself. I’m talking about that used up, senile piece of crap, Richard Marciano, or as he likes to refer to himself, The X-TREME One. A man who seems to think he can sum up what tonight is going to be in a quick blast of air! Crimson?
The camera pans over to see Crimson.
Crimson: You know, I have seen so many TXO matches and I’ve been utterly inspired by him so many times. But since this Ghost/TXO match was announced, I’ve been nothing but disappointed. All this asshole does is bitch and moan about how he’s not on the card for the actual pay per view and how could the booking management have come up with this one. TXO, you are full of yourself. You think that just because you have a match with a new up and comer in NCW that you can not only complain about how the world has done you wrong but you actually seem to think you can write him off!
There is nothing worse that feeling worthless when you know you are so much more than the man you are fighting. My prediction for this match? Call it off! Because Ghost is gonna’ kill you TXO. And I don’t blame him for wanting too.
The camera pans over to Fate.
Fate: I’ve never been a TXO fan. To hear him talk about the fact that he’s laced up his boots thousands of times doesn’t by any means make him a good wrestler. I’ve seen thousands of Marciano’s matches and have yet to find one I’ve actually liked! When I heard Ghost was taking him on, I cringed for my friend. Because I knew he was going to have to work twice as hard to actually make the match look decent.
The guy is full of himself, he really thinks that he has a right to call himself a legend and demean anything that Ghost has done thus far and I’m just laughing underneath because I know that he is going to be blindsided, like so many in the past, by Ghost’s physical prowess.
The camera pans over to Ghost.
Ghost: You know something Marciano? I though you having next to nothing to actually say to me was an insult at first. Then, I had an epiphany the other day. You have nothing to say, because you don’t know what to say. You’re scared.
And you know what? You should be. Hardcore rules? I’m going to destroy you! Put the kids to bed ladies and gentlemen.
Because tonight on the mind games pre show, there is going to be a live execution. I’m going to bury you out there Marciano. You can call it arrogance, you can call it whatever you want. But I’m confident in the abilities of myself. And if I had anything to be worried about, even for a second, you’d know.
I wouldn’t be carrying myself as highly as I have thus far. I hope that your wife and kids aren’t showing up tonight Marciano. You’ve probably told them that you’re fighting some new guy and it’s not a big deal. Well shame on you. Since you don’t seem to be listening, I’m going to try something new.
He scoots to the edge of his recliner and peers sorrowfully into the camera.
Ghost: Mrs. Marciano…save your husband. Let him know that he’s too old to be doing this anymore. You see mam, I plan on utterly maiming your husband later tonight. And I refuse to be held accountable for the destruction I’ve caused. I’ve warned him of how sadistic I truly am.
I even tried to warn your son when he got out of school the other day! I walked up to him and said, “Richard Jr., how much do you love your daddy”? He looked at me teary eyed and said, “Mr., I love my daddy very much. Are going to hurt him”? I didn’t know what to say.
Because of your selfish prick of a husband, I didn’t know what to tell your cute little seven-year old boy! Can you even understand how that feels?! The look of pain on his face when I hesitated broke my heart. All I could do was put my arm around him, choke back my emotion and say, “Kid…I don’t want to”. And then to make matters worse, I had to make your adorable son, an empty promise.
I told him I would try as hard as I could not to! How many members of your family will cause me agony? I shouldn’t have to worry like this! I have dreams where I’m breaking the news to your beautiful yet teary face about Richard being dead! I’m having anxiety attacks!
He begins to talk with his hands.
Ghost: I can’t breathe! Do you know how this feels? It could have been prevented. What your husband loves, Mrs. Marciano, is what is going to get him killed. And that is not fair to you or your children.
I hope that you are listening to this Mrs. Marciano. You are a gorgeous woman that doesn’t deserve to be widowed. Please…
He peers down at the floor for a moment.
Ghost: Reason with me here.
He smiles nervously.
Ghost: Richard, if you can hear me, know this. If you show up tonight, every horrible thing that has been said about you will take place. If your stupid enough to show up, you don’t deserve mercy. You deserve my best. You deserve sadism.
And it’s exactly what you will get.
He peers at the floor once again.
Ghost: I would like to thank my guests and closest friends, Crimson and Fate for coming and talking with me.
He looks up.
Ghost: This is the end of days for Richard Marciano ladies and gentleman. Say your prayers and light your candles for a fallen hero. Because later tonight, you will witness brutality in it’s purest form. TXO, bring it. I don’t know what better way to say it than that.
Bring it on! Bring it all. Bring everything you’ve got. Your career ends tonight.
We fade into a music video of Ghost’s wrestling past with Dark Tranquility’s ‘Final Resistance’ as the theme.
Pain, agony and defeat. These are all words that the losing combatant of the Marciano/Ghost match will know all too well tonight. Welcome to the final resistance.
-Ghost-