Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Oct 2, 2009 10:48:53 GMT -5
[The scene opens as the sun sets over the GIW Impact Arena, and the various day workers stream from the exits towards their cars. These are the unsung heroes of Global Impact Wrestling, the guys and gals who make the place run off screen, the admin clerks, the payroll girls, the health and safety officers, the PC tech guys and the list goes on and on. Needless to say we recognise some of the faces, the likes of Obese Tony and Professor Bling having finished their duties they swiftly make their way home. Trailing at the back of the group is the dishevelled figure of none other than Mary-Joanna Roberts, despite not wearing her cleaning attire, she is dressed down from how we usually perceive her, jeans, t-shirt and trainers.
She leaves the arena, and lets out a deep sigh as she trudges across the parking lot towards her car, cringing each time one of her fellow custodial workers says ‘See you tomorrow’, there is no confidence in her stride, no satisfaction in her days work. She reaches her car and goes to grab the door handle, and in doing so catches a glimpse of her hands, the absence of beautiful nails causes her to freeze, her body trembles and solitary tear rolls down her cheek. After a moment ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’ composes herself, and climbs into her car, starts it and drives off, literally into the sunset.]
[We rejoin MJ, viewing her from the backseat of the car, as she battles through the traffic on the freeway. As she checks her rear view mirror she catches her own eyes in the reflection, and cannot draw her gaze away from the naked of makeup orbs that sit in her skull, the process of ageing can be seen visible as crow’s feet have began to, very subtly, appear at the sides. The sound of a horn blares and breaks her trance, and she swerves back into the centre of her own lane, after momentarily straddling two.
She sighs once more, and turns to the freeway and she sees the traffic crawling to a halt. She quickly flicks on the radio and joins directly in the middle of a traffic bulletin.]
”The collision earlier this evening is causing traffic to back up on the freeway, and is causing bottlenecking along many of the exits. Early reports are suggesting that one of those involved was GIW Superst...”
[MJ flicks off the radio as she comes to an almost complete standstill in the traffic, and slowly brings her forehead down on the wheel is a gesture of pure exasperation. As the scene fades out once more]
[We again shift forward in time, and see Mary-Joanna’s car roll up outside the huge mansion that Travis Roberts once called his home and her temporary residence for now. She turns off the engine and sits in the car, looking directly up at the towering structure, contemplating who knows what. After a while she climbs from the car, and drags her feet towards the double doored entrance, her head hanging and ever inch seeming to take more and more out of her. Before she reaches the steps leading to the columned entrance she is stopped in her tracks by a huge bulky masked figure, none other than the Prescott’s former butler, Aesc the Dark, dressed once more in the butler attire given to him by GIW’s former first family]
Aesc – ‘Welcome home mistress.’
[MJ sighs and looks up at the pathetic excuse for a monster that stands before her, devoid of any dignity or pride, before uttering a few words.]
Mary-Jo – ‘For the love of TWiSTeD, MJ is not your mistress, Mary-Jo cannot pay you, why do you insist on hanging around..’
[Aesc cocks his head to the side in confusion, his few brain cells don’t seem to be able to comprehend what the ‘TWiSTeD Matriarch’ is trying to divulge to him. Instead he decides not to strain his single figured IQ too far.]
Aesc – ‘You seem to be upset, would you like me to fetch the cattle prod so you can take out your pent up aggression on me?...That always cheered the Prescott’s up...’
[MJ merely shakes her head and ignores Aesc, motioning for him to move out of her way. He genuinely seems quite upset that Mary-Jo would not take him up on his offer, and he slumps off dejectedly to a crudely built wooden shack that sits meters away from the Roberts’ Residence, as ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ enters her home through the grand doors.
She wanders through the large , dust filled, corridors, with no real purpose and enters the expansive, still sinkless, kitchen. She slopes over to the freezer and pulls out a plastic container, filled with a frozen, indescribable substance and drops it into the microwave, before setting the timer for five minutes.
As the microwave hums to life, she leans against the counter and just stares into the middle distance, no expression upon her once striking features, she absentmindedly runs her fingers through her brittle dry hair and on feeling it’s terrible state her shoulders drop. After a moment or so her attention is caught by the blinking red light of the answer machine that sits upon the counter side, she slowly walks over and presses play and a robotic female voice speaks out to her]
”You Have Two New Messages. First Message Received Yesterday at Five, Forty Five PM....’Hello, Mrs Roberts, this is Philip Broyles, your attorney, you remember, we really need to get together to discuss the upcoming divor...’...Message Deleted...Message Two, Received Today at Five, Thirty Two, PM...’MJ, It’s Philip Broyles again, the hearing date has been set for December, we really need to get toge...’Message Deleted...You Have No New Messages”
[MJ places both elbows on the counter and then holds her head in her hands staring down at the white marble below, before being dragged from her contemplation once more by the sound of the microwave finishing it’s cycle. She grabs a tray, opens the door to the microwave and grabs her radiated bowl of food and turns exiting the kitchen
The scene switches to ‘The TWiSTeD Goddess’ entering the still smashed doors (courtesy of Komosube) of the grand hall, and makes her way across the vast, eerily smokeless, marble floors towards the large leather sofa, and a small television sat upon a stool. She sits down, tray on her lap and switches on the Television, only to be greeted by the site of the man who ruined her hopes and dreams, Travis Roberts, standing behind the GIW Podium, taking questions from the press.]
”...and that’s why as ever, Travis Roberts does not regard Sunday’s result a defeat for ‘The Headliner’, ‘The Blessed One’ never needed to be Tag Champion. ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ considers the loss to be that of Global Impact Wrestling as a whole.”
”On an unrelated note, it seems Alex Kiseragi has had a court order served upon Daniel Hanson, whilst I don’t have a question regarding that, it neatly leads into a question regarding Tate Levene’s own legal proceedings, can you shed any light on the subject, as we’ve heard very little from the Levene camp?”
”Travis Roberts has addressed that before, and nothing has changed. ‘The Headliner’ is not concerned by what Tate Levene may be doing to destroy his own career. If that overeating simpleton wants to take on ‘The Blessed One’ that’s his own moronic decision. It would take someone far more TWiSTeD and devious to worry Travis Roberts....”
[The image and sound quickly disappear from reality and MJ sits upon the sofa staring at the blank screen, clutching the remote in her trembling hand. She forgets about the food she has prepared and just sits motionless as it gets colder with every passing second, as if hypnotised by the screen, devoid of any emotion, her face just frozen in an expressionless state. After what seems like almost an eternity. She reaches for her cell phone which sits on the arm of her sofa, flips it open and punches in a number...]
”Phillip, it’s ‘The TWiSteD Matriarch’, can you meet tomorrow?...Fabulous... there is someone MJ would like you to meet... 2pm at the Ivy, Mary-Joanna will be there.”
[MJ ends the call, and immediately places another...]
”Tate?...It’s Mary-Joanna Roberts....’The TWiSTeD Heiress’ thinks we can be mutually beneficial to one another....”
[As Mary-Jo’s smile grows ever wider the scene fades for the final time]
She leaves the arena, and lets out a deep sigh as she trudges across the parking lot towards her car, cringing each time one of her fellow custodial workers says ‘See you tomorrow’, there is no confidence in her stride, no satisfaction in her days work. She reaches her car and goes to grab the door handle, and in doing so catches a glimpse of her hands, the absence of beautiful nails causes her to freeze, her body trembles and solitary tear rolls down her cheek. After a moment ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’ composes herself, and climbs into her car, starts it and drives off, literally into the sunset.]
[We rejoin MJ, viewing her from the backseat of the car, as she battles through the traffic on the freeway. As she checks her rear view mirror she catches her own eyes in the reflection, and cannot draw her gaze away from the naked of makeup orbs that sit in her skull, the process of ageing can be seen visible as crow’s feet have began to, very subtly, appear at the sides. The sound of a horn blares and breaks her trance, and she swerves back into the centre of her own lane, after momentarily straddling two.
She sighs once more, and turns to the freeway and she sees the traffic crawling to a halt. She quickly flicks on the radio and joins directly in the middle of a traffic bulletin.]
”The collision earlier this evening is causing traffic to back up on the freeway, and is causing bottlenecking along many of the exits. Early reports are suggesting that one of those involved was GIW Superst...”
[MJ flicks off the radio as she comes to an almost complete standstill in the traffic, and slowly brings her forehead down on the wheel is a gesture of pure exasperation. As the scene fades out once more]
[We again shift forward in time, and see Mary-Joanna’s car roll up outside the huge mansion that Travis Roberts once called his home and her temporary residence for now. She turns off the engine and sits in the car, looking directly up at the towering structure, contemplating who knows what. After a while she climbs from the car, and drags her feet towards the double doored entrance, her head hanging and ever inch seeming to take more and more out of her. Before she reaches the steps leading to the columned entrance she is stopped in her tracks by a huge bulky masked figure, none other than the Prescott’s former butler, Aesc the Dark, dressed once more in the butler attire given to him by GIW’s former first family]
Aesc – ‘Welcome home mistress.’
[MJ sighs and looks up at the pathetic excuse for a monster that stands before her, devoid of any dignity or pride, before uttering a few words.]
Mary-Jo – ‘For the love of TWiSTeD, MJ is not your mistress, Mary-Jo cannot pay you, why do you insist on hanging around..’
[Aesc cocks his head to the side in confusion, his few brain cells don’t seem to be able to comprehend what the ‘TWiSTeD Matriarch’ is trying to divulge to him. Instead he decides not to strain his single figured IQ too far.]
Aesc – ‘You seem to be upset, would you like me to fetch the cattle prod so you can take out your pent up aggression on me?...That always cheered the Prescott’s up...’
[MJ merely shakes her head and ignores Aesc, motioning for him to move out of her way. He genuinely seems quite upset that Mary-Jo would not take him up on his offer, and he slumps off dejectedly to a crudely built wooden shack that sits meters away from the Roberts’ Residence, as ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ enters her home through the grand doors.
She wanders through the large , dust filled, corridors, with no real purpose and enters the expansive, still sinkless, kitchen. She slopes over to the freezer and pulls out a plastic container, filled with a frozen, indescribable substance and drops it into the microwave, before setting the timer for five minutes.
As the microwave hums to life, she leans against the counter and just stares into the middle distance, no expression upon her once striking features, she absentmindedly runs her fingers through her brittle dry hair and on feeling it’s terrible state her shoulders drop. After a moment or so her attention is caught by the blinking red light of the answer machine that sits upon the counter side, she slowly walks over and presses play and a robotic female voice speaks out to her]
”You Have Two New Messages. First Message Received Yesterday at Five, Forty Five PM....’Hello, Mrs Roberts, this is Philip Broyles, your attorney, you remember, we really need to get together to discuss the upcoming divor...’...Message Deleted...Message Two, Received Today at Five, Thirty Two, PM...’MJ, It’s Philip Broyles again, the hearing date has been set for December, we really need to get toge...’Message Deleted...You Have No New Messages”
[MJ places both elbows on the counter and then holds her head in her hands staring down at the white marble below, before being dragged from her contemplation once more by the sound of the microwave finishing it’s cycle. She grabs a tray, opens the door to the microwave and grabs her radiated bowl of food and turns exiting the kitchen
The scene switches to ‘The TWiSTeD Goddess’ entering the still smashed doors (courtesy of Komosube) of the grand hall, and makes her way across the vast, eerily smokeless, marble floors towards the large leather sofa, and a small television sat upon a stool. She sits down, tray on her lap and switches on the Television, only to be greeted by the site of the man who ruined her hopes and dreams, Travis Roberts, standing behind the GIW Podium, taking questions from the press.]
”...and that’s why as ever, Travis Roberts does not regard Sunday’s result a defeat for ‘The Headliner’, ‘The Blessed One’ never needed to be Tag Champion. ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ considers the loss to be that of Global Impact Wrestling as a whole.”
”On an unrelated note, it seems Alex Kiseragi has had a court order served upon Daniel Hanson, whilst I don’t have a question regarding that, it neatly leads into a question regarding Tate Levene’s own legal proceedings, can you shed any light on the subject, as we’ve heard very little from the Levene camp?”
”Travis Roberts has addressed that before, and nothing has changed. ‘The Headliner’ is not concerned by what Tate Levene may be doing to destroy his own career. If that overeating simpleton wants to take on ‘The Blessed One’ that’s his own moronic decision. It would take someone far more TWiSTeD and devious to worry Travis Roberts....”
[The image and sound quickly disappear from reality and MJ sits upon the sofa staring at the blank screen, clutching the remote in her trembling hand. She forgets about the food she has prepared and just sits motionless as it gets colder with every passing second, as if hypnotised by the screen, devoid of any emotion, her face just frozen in an expressionless state. After what seems like almost an eternity. She reaches for her cell phone which sits on the arm of her sofa, flips it open and punches in a number...]
”Phillip, it’s ‘The TWiSteD Matriarch’, can you meet tomorrow?...Fabulous... there is someone MJ would like you to meet... 2pm at the Ivy, Mary-Joanna will be there.”
[MJ ends the call, and immediately places another...]
”Tate?...It’s Mary-Joanna Roberts....’The TWiSTeD Heiress’ thinks we can be mutually beneficial to one another....”
[As Mary-Jo’s smile grows ever wider the scene fades for the final time]
