Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2007 16:18:23 GMT -5
OOC: Now I apologise this will go up late, but I got told to leave my house due to a problem only Mak will know about and this is the first time I have been able to get to a computer.
The scene opens up in an old dusty room where the only light comes from the moon casting through the cracked wooden paned window. The room is apparently cold as we can see a cloud of mist rise up in the beam of light, the gases from a person breathing in the corner, the camera nears the person as it does we see them looking upto to the light. The camera focuses on the the stare of the person a cloudless night, a perfect night and a perfect full yellow orb beams on from the sky. The man raises a bottle to his mouth as he gulps down the brown liquor from inside the bottle he spills a little down his dirty shirt as he lowers his head. "So this is what I now must call home." The man says coldly as he looks at the bottle, shrugs his shoulders and takes one more drink.
"I wonder how many of the other wrestlers are living this dream." Myst remarks to himself as he looks at what he is doing sat in a basement by himself with a bottle of Whisky in one hand and all his belongings in the other, a bag a plastic bag with some jeans and a Skull T-Shirt, Myst shakes his head and jokes with himself. "What a way to live, I am a winner apparently a future star after I beat Prozac and Ritalin. The Med's a great team here in XVI and yet I have a bottle of whisky to show for it." Myst looks at the stars as he stands up the beam oflight making him almost ghostlike in appearance. "Nicola, what have I done wrong in this life to deserve this." Myst says to the stars looking at one in particular as he nods and shakes his head, almost as if the star was talking to him.
"Nicola, I am doing this for you. This is because you said I could make something of myself. I don't have a brain on me you know that." Myst says continuing to look into the sky as he raises his fists. "No all I have is these fists, my hands Nicola. I know nothing else." Myst realises he spills the precious brown liquid on his shoe he curses to himself and tips it back up and puts it on the floor. "It is like you always said Nicola some people were just born to think and others to fight. I was the brawn and you were the brain, that is what you said." Myst says as he runs his hand through his hair. "...or was it the other way around, I never remember."
Myst drops to the floor, maybes he did not do enough to impress XVI enough. No since dismantling the Med's he had not heard back from them what if they were not ready for his unorthodox style, Myst shook his head surely that could not be it he thought. This is a man who had dismantled one of the greatest Tag Teams of the generation by himself, why would they not have been impressed it was no doubt the drink talking as he started to get tired. Unaware of the time he worked it out at at least midnight with the darkness of the sky he curled up in a ball thinking to himself they will ring me. I am the future of this company...
A few hours pass as the sky begins to get lighter with Myst still curled up in a ball his jacket slung over himself when an almighty ringing goes off he sits up eyes wide open, he looks around looking for the ringing but he cannot get a sense of where it is from. It is only when he feels something on his leg vibrating he realises it is the phone XVI Management had bought him to stay in touch and in fact it was not ringing it was alerting him that he had a message. Myst pulled it out not to sure how to access it he hit a button and it popped up on his 'Nokia' phone clear as day.
Myst did a double take the first name rang a bell but he was not too sure where from and well Jordan Glass was beginning to earn the reputation as a leader in the sport. It was this name that made Myst smile as he knew this could be the giant killing which puts him right back in the spotlight. Myst rocks backwards and forwards with excitement. "Nicola, finally my wish has come true a chance to prove who I am, what I do. Nicola I have Jordan Glass a house hold name here in XVI for only my second match. If I can defeat him, I will have already set out what I came here to do." Myst says as he looks into the cloudy skies, a sun hides behind the clouds somewhere but at the minute it cannot be seen. "No Nicola, I will prove to the world I am not a nobody I am a somebody. I will hand Jordan Glass his first defeat." Myst curls his hands up into fists and looks at each one slowly picturing what he can do to Jordan Glass in the ring. "Glass is a walking gimmick known for his good looks and his catchy catchphrases, a cliche of the wrestling business built in the shape of many before him. Prozac the Med's a walking gimmick and I eat up this gimmicks. Nicola he claims glass cuts and scars and you know what it may just do that but do you know what it also does." Myst raises his fists closer to his mouth as you can just about make out what he says from behind them. "Glass even bullet proom smashes to huge amounts of pressure and I am that pressure to his glass Nicola. I will make him shatter. This man's career has been on such a high but it will come crashing down if he loses to a new guy, a rookie like me."
Myst stops in his steps as he looks at the message again;
Dan Taylor the name rang a bell, Fantasy Wrestling Federation sprang to mind as Myst put the phone down on the floor. "The Dragon, I think I remember seeing something about him now." Myst shrugs his shoulders. "C'est la Vie. That is all I can say Nicola. How can I fight a man I do not know." Myst looks down at the bottle of the brown liquor lies empty he smiles before looking up to the sky one last time raising the bottle.
"I have to go Nicola, my journey upwards must continue." Myst grabs his bag and slings his jacket over the top as he looks out the window as the sun begins to break through the clouds as Myst squints. "The pain and suffering continues for two men and two men only." Myst walks out the door and turns back one last time looking out the window. "The better man will win."
Myst slams the door as the scene begins to fade to black.
The scene opens up in an old dusty room where the only light comes from the moon casting through the cracked wooden paned window. The room is apparently cold as we can see a cloud of mist rise up in the beam of light, the gases from a person breathing in the corner, the camera nears the person as it does we see them looking upto to the light. The camera focuses on the the stare of the person a cloudless night, a perfect night and a perfect full yellow orb beams on from the sky. The man raises a bottle to his mouth as he gulps down the brown liquor from inside the bottle he spills a little down his dirty shirt as he lowers his head. "So this is what I now must call home." The man says coldly as he looks at the bottle, shrugs his shoulders and takes one more drink.
"I wonder how many of the other wrestlers are living this dream." Myst remarks to himself as he looks at what he is doing sat in a basement by himself with a bottle of Whisky in one hand and all his belongings in the other, a bag a plastic bag with some jeans and a Skull T-Shirt, Myst shakes his head and jokes with himself. "What a way to live, I am a winner apparently a future star after I beat Prozac and Ritalin. The Med's a great team here in XVI and yet I have a bottle of whisky to show for it." Myst looks at the stars as he stands up the beam oflight making him almost ghostlike in appearance. "Nicola, what have I done wrong in this life to deserve this." Myst says to the stars looking at one in particular as he nods and shakes his head, almost as if the star was talking to him.
"Nicola, I am doing this for you. This is because you said I could make something of myself. I don't have a brain on me you know that." Myst says continuing to look into the sky as he raises his fists. "No all I have is these fists, my hands Nicola. I know nothing else." Myst realises he spills the precious brown liquid on his shoe he curses to himself and tips it back up and puts it on the floor. "It is like you always said Nicola some people were just born to think and others to fight. I was the brawn and you were the brain, that is what you said." Myst says as he runs his hand through his hair. "...or was it the other way around, I never remember."
Myst drops to the floor, maybes he did not do enough to impress XVI enough. No since dismantling the Med's he had not heard back from them what if they were not ready for his unorthodox style, Myst shook his head surely that could not be it he thought. This is a man who had dismantled one of the greatest Tag Teams of the generation by himself, why would they not have been impressed it was no doubt the drink talking as he started to get tired. Unaware of the time he worked it out at at least midnight with the darkness of the sky he curled up in a ball thinking to himself they will ring me. I am the future of this company...
A few hours pass as the sky begins to get lighter with Myst still curled up in a ball his jacket slung over himself when an almighty ringing goes off he sits up eyes wide open, he looks around looking for the ringing but he cannot get a sense of where it is from. It is only when he feels something on his leg vibrating he realises it is the phone XVI Management had bought him to stay in touch and in fact it was not ringing it was alerting him that he had a message. Myst pulled it out not to sure how to access it he hit a button and it popped up on his 'Nokia' phone clear as day.
"Myst we need you to fight this week. It will be against Dan "Dragon" Taylor and Jordan Glass.
Thanks
XVI Management."
Thanks
XVI Management."
Myst did a double take the first name rang a bell but he was not too sure where from and well Jordan Glass was beginning to earn the reputation as a leader in the sport. It was this name that made Myst smile as he knew this could be the giant killing which puts him right back in the spotlight. Myst rocks backwards and forwards with excitement. "Nicola, finally my wish has come true a chance to prove who I am, what I do. Nicola I have Jordan Glass a house hold name here in XVI for only my second match. If I can defeat him, I will have already set out what I came here to do." Myst says as he looks into the cloudy skies, a sun hides behind the clouds somewhere but at the minute it cannot be seen. "No Nicola, I will prove to the world I am not a nobody I am a somebody. I will hand Jordan Glass his first defeat." Myst curls his hands up into fists and looks at each one slowly picturing what he can do to Jordan Glass in the ring. "Glass is a walking gimmick known for his good looks and his catchy catchphrases, a cliche of the wrestling business built in the shape of many before him. Prozac the Med's a walking gimmick and I eat up this gimmicks. Nicola he claims glass cuts and scars and you know what it may just do that but do you know what it also does." Myst raises his fists closer to his mouth as you can just about make out what he says from behind them. "Glass even bullet proom smashes to huge amounts of pressure and I am that pressure to his glass Nicola. I will make him shatter. This man's career has been on such a high but it will come crashing down if he loses to a new guy, a rookie like me."
Myst stops in his steps as he looks at the message again;
"Myst we need you to fight this week. It will be against Dan "Dragon" Taylor and Jordan Glass.
Thanks
XVI Management."
Thanks
XVI Management."
Dan Taylor the name rang a bell, Fantasy Wrestling Federation sprang to mind as Myst put the phone down on the floor. "The Dragon, I think I remember seeing something about him now." Myst shrugs his shoulders. "C'est la Vie. That is all I can say Nicola. How can I fight a man I do not know." Myst looks down at the bottle of the brown liquor lies empty he smiles before looking up to the sky one last time raising the bottle.
"I have to go Nicola, my journey upwards must continue." Myst grabs his bag and slings his jacket over the top as he looks out the window as the sun begins to break through the clouds as Myst squints. "The pain and suffering continues for two men and two men only." Myst walks out the door and turns back one last time looking out the window. "The better man will win."
Myst slams the door as the scene begins to fade to black.
