Post by Outcast on Aug 17, 2007 19:37:49 GMT -5
The scene opens showing the Old School. Yet, something is off. For one it's around noon so EVERYTHING is lit up and seen for what it is. The cold way of light shows the decay and rot of Outcast's glorious edifice. The Old school is, in actuality, centered in a plain field. Strange how something so ugly is placed smack in the center of something green and alive. Death...Life...the balance. Trees surround the structure, healthy green trees. So far light and life seem to be winning this spot, huh? Now that we have all seen where this grand place of solitude stands, you can now see what is more closely surrounding the Old School. People. People in black robes and hoods. Ever play D&D, think Druids. Though obviously they are not Druids, but their clothes can confuse the weak and feeble minded. Speaking of such minds, a GWC van can be seen coming up the path that leads out of the forest. A path just big enough for a person, so either the driver is really good or just plain stupid. The van stops, and Tim Ryan gets out of it. Chalk one up for stupid. Tim Ryan looks around, a bit confused.
Tim: Where am I?
Tim looks around, and begins to walk toward the people in robes.
Tim: This should be the location.
Tim looks up, and..as if he didn't see it before, sees the Old School.
Tim: Oh, if it was a hundred foot anaconda I'd of been dead. That must be the Old School.
Tim begins to walk toward it, going for the doors that lead into it. He seems a bit cautious, with all the people in robes. As soon as he gets a little close the doors, a man in a robe reaches out and grabs his arm.
Man: Stranger, what do you think you are doing?
Tim: I'm going into this place. This is the Old School, right?
Man: True, though only one man has dared to enter, our Messiah.
Tim: Messiah? Isn't this where Outcast hangs out?
Man: Yes, the Eighth Deadly Sin. Our Messiah, and our Personal Jesus. He is in there, waiting...
Tim: Waiting? For what?
Man: Alas of that we are unaware. Perhaps for night? Maybe for his long lost love to return? Or just the right time to free himself of his own self hating nightmare and his fleshy prison.
Tim: True love? Free himself? Explain.
Man: Why? Do you believe in him? Do you follow him?
Tim: Well, no.
Man: Then I can not answer the questions you seek. You must find Him. You must ask Him and Him only.
Tim: OK then, I'm just going to go on in and ask.
Tim smiles hesitantly at the man, and once again walks toward the door. He gets to it, places his hand on the knob and..
Man: WAIT!
Tim Ryan, a little startled, turns around quickly.
Man: Be warned, all is not what it seems in there. That place can drive a sane man mad and mad man sane. Only be sure you are prepared to enter
Tim Ryan nods, and gulps. He opens the door and goes in. the door slams shut behind him, and the man slowly lifts his head, letting his mouth be visible as he smiles. Tim Ryan looks around, the Old School is as dusty and filthy as what he seen on TV.
Tim: OK, I'm here now. Vice better give me a raise for making me come here. ''Oh Outcast refuses to do any interviews outside the Old School, so Tim you will have to go there.'' God I hate him sometimes, first he gets rid of Nikki Venus then sends me to this god forsaken place.
Tim Ryan sighs, and begins his descent. He looks around the place, lockers falling off the hinges, class room windows broken. He slowly walks about a hundred feet, until he comes up to the first unbroken piece of glass he can see. It's a trophy case, only it's missing trophies. Tim can see his reflection it, which is odd. You see, there is no dust on this case, no cracks, no nothing. It looks clean, and..well..shiny. He turns to look down the hall, then back at the case and his eyes widen. There are now two reflections in it, one is his and the other is Outcast's. He quickly spins around, but there is no one there. His breath quickens, as he looks back to the case and sees only his reflection.
Tim: I knew I shouldn't of finished of Lerches 151. OK, just stay calm man. Just take her easy. I can do this.
Tim Ryan's moment of clarity is short lived though. As he soon heres the words ''Reach out and touch Faith'' and Marilyn Manson's Personal Jesus starts playing, he looks around and starts to take a a step back.
Lift up the Receiver
I'll make you a Believer.
Tim: F..THIS!
Tim Ryan runs like the wind to the door where he first entered. He stops and grabs the knob and turns and twist. Locked. He looks around desperate for an exit, not finding a visible one he runs back to the trophy case, and past it. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he once again saw Outcast's reflection, though wisely decides not to check. The music begins to die down, only to be restarted.
Reach out and touch Faith!
Tim Ryan keeps running, he stops and sees to big double doors. With out anticipation he pushes them open and stares. It is a maze of mirrors. Tim Ryan slowly shuts the doors. He is now completely desperate for an exit, and in his desperation believes there is an exit somewhere upstairs. He searches for the stair case, and indeed finds it. The music now is getting louder each time it restarts. With out fear or hesitation he runs up the stairs. He dodges and weaves the rotting holes and bad steps. Mobile for a half drunk Irishman. He finally does get to the second floor.
Tim: Oh which is it, which room is he always in?
With his breath already at max due to fear and running, he decides to check every door. There are Seven doors. He goes to the closest one, and looks at it. ''Greed''
Tim: Guys obsessed.
Obsession is correct. Tim Ryan opens the door and it is full of magazines and clippings. Reading such as ''Outcast wins NCW title.'' ''Outcast is two time WCF champion.'' Outcast debuts in GWC, to bring home Tag Team gold.'' Tim looks around, and closes the door. He goes to the second one, marked ''Envy''
Tim: Wonder what makes him jealous...
Apparently Tim Ryan never followed Outcasts career. He opens the door to find more clippings. ''Outcast unable to defeat Logan after an eight year feud.'' ''WCF Hall of Fame, where is Outcast?'' ''CD topples Striker in Nightmare Chamber, three time WCF champion is born.'' Tim Ryan closes the door, and keeps going.
Tim: Hmmm, Lust eh?
Tim Ryan gets a perverted smile, and opens the door. Not to what he expects, all there is are multiple pictures of the same woman. He closes the door, a bit depressed.
Tim: This guy needs to see a shrink. Bad.
He comes upon the fourth door. Holding the word ''Sloth'' He opens it, too see numerous pictures and clippings of The Uncultured Youth and Reckless Jack. ''Outcast defeats RJ to become two time WCF champion.'' ''RJ and Outcast leave it all in the ring in their cage match, RJ is victories.'' ''WCF's RJ and Outcast fight in GWC ring, Outcast comes out on top.'' Tim shuts the door.
Tim: I hate Vice.
The fifth door is what Tim opens next. ''Pride.'' Tim sees multiple NCW banners, WCF banners and GWC banners. He sees a picture of Outcast with long time friend Davey Ortega, and another of Outcast and his brother, Mike. Tim closes the door, being a bit frustrated.
Tim: Where the hell is this guy..
Five down, two to go. ''Gluttony.'' He opens the door, and sees a room straight out of a fun house. He closes it.
Tim: Someone will have to explain that to me.
The Seventh door, of course right? ''Wrath'' He opens it, and sighs a sigh of relief. The Classroom, Outcast is standing, not paying attention to who just opened the door, looking at his Crucifix.
Tim: Oh thank God. Outcast...
Outcast slowly turns to see him.
Tim: I have been looking everywhere for you.
Outcast: I am always right here, Tim Ryan. If you have seen any of my promos, then you would know that.
Tim: Didn't you know I was here? You could of met me somewhere other than here. I mean, downstairs maybe? Or how about not even here, like a coffee shop or something?
Outcast: Or a bar?
Tim: Sure..
Outcast smiles.
Outcast: Of course I knew you were here, Tim. I'm surprised you made it all the way here to me.
Tim:Well, if you wouldn't of locked me in here, I would have.
Outcast: Locked? The doors here are never locked.
Tim: What are you talking about?
Outcast: Think back..are you sure it was locked?
Tim Ryan thinks back...locked.
Tim: Yes.
Outcast: Timothy, are you sure you were turning it the correct way?
Tim: I am...
Tim Ryan thinks again, and indeed..he was turning it the opposite way. Making it seem it was locked when he could of exited anytime.
Tim: But...I was..was..so sure..
Outcast: I know. Though you wanted to progress further, you wanted to find me, and ask me questions. Though, does it ALL concern with GWC?
Tim: Yes..well..kind of..
Outcast: Just start at the beginning.
Tim: OK...you lost the GWC Tag Team titles at Tribulation to Murder, Inc. Do you think this will impair you as you embark on the Global Wrestling Classic this Assault?
Outcast: Impair me? It is true, I do not have much momentum going into Assault. I have to deal with the lose of my precious title, and go straight into a match with the Innovator of FUN. Though, I do not believe this impairs me in any way. In fact, it does the opposite. It motivates me. I now have this pesky ''former'' tacked onto me. I must admit, I hate it. I now have to work twice as hard as I did to prove I am not a former anything. That I can become a current something. That I can become the current Global Wrestling Classic winner, and the current GWC Champion. In order to become a current, I must first become an advancement. I must overcome the challenges that lay in my path, and the first is Joseph Ragnal. Me losing my title is motivation enough to take him out of the tournament, to force him to sit on the rail and watch one man dominate all and go through the roster like a champion. Not a former champion, not an advancing competitor...but a current champion.
Tim: How do you feel about your first match with Ragnal, now that you were so kind to mention him?
Outcast: I feel ready. I do not know much of Ragnal, other than what his Sin is. I will get to that, in the fifth installment of Outcast's Inferno. Though it is not time to talk about that, it is time to talk about him. To talk about the Innovator of FUN. I see he is a more comedic wrestler than most. Always up for a FUN time. Though life is not about FUN, no. Some people choose to live like that, but not I. I will not let someone who allows his entire world be taken over by FUN defeat me. I can not. Ragnal is a comedy act, only their for comedic relief. I am here for honor, pride, and gold. I have so much more riding on this match than anyone here. I have much more to prove. Proof that I am an undeserving ''former.'' Proof that I can hold my own against GWC Elite on my own. Proof that I can run through the roster and become the champion, despite all the snickers and laughs. I will show him what I think FUN is, what FUN for me is...and we will have crippling FUN on Assault. That is my personal gaurentee..from the Eighth Sin Himself.
Tim: Speaking of which, what is with all those people outside?
Outcast: They are my followers.
Tim: And they follow you because?
Outcast: Because I offer something that they long for. I offer new teachings and ideas. I offer a world with out law and order. I offer Chaos. True essence of life, Chaos. I offer a world with out Straight Edge. With out DUIs. With out people getting rid of GWC's Sex Icon Nikki Venus. I look outside and see what the world is coming to. No longer are people embracing this society, this poison. Now they reject it, turn on it. In hopes to make a better place though I ask why? Why should people want to have a world with out Sex, Violence, Drug, and Alcohol? That world seems dull and very boring, that world seems to damn good for me. I enjoy my life, and my Sins. I believe all people should just embrace Lust, Gluttony, Pride, Wrath, Greed, Sloth, and Envy. Accept it and be secure with it. Love it, and be loved by it. People wish to rid the world of it, and of people like me but I say hell no. I will not, and can not allow anyone or a group even to think they can take away what I want. What they want.
Tim: Someone out there said you were ''waiting'' What are you waiting on?
Outcast: On a lot of things. I am always here, always alone. Maybe I do want her to come back, maybe I don't.
Tim: Her?
Outcast: Sarah.
Tim: Who is Sarah?
Outcast: Never you mind. I myself am not to sure what I am waiting on. All I know is I am constantly waiting. Timothy Ryan your time here is up.
Tim: Wait..
Outcast: All questions will be answered in my Infero....leave.
Tim Ryan slowly gets up, and leaves the Classroom. Outcast goes back to looking at his Crucifix.
So many questions, so little time. I must persevere and answer them all one by Sinful one.
The Scene slowly fades out.
Tim: Where am I?
Tim looks around, and begins to walk toward the people in robes.
Tim: This should be the location.
Tim looks up, and..as if he didn't see it before, sees the Old School.
Tim: Oh, if it was a hundred foot anaconda I'd of been dead. That must be the Old School.
Tim begins to walk toward it, going for the doors that lead into it. He seems a bit cautious, with all the people in robes. As soon as he gets a little close the doors, a man in a robe reaches out and grabs his arm.
Man: Stranger, what do you think you are doing?
Tim: I'm going into this place. This is the Old School, right?
Man: True, though only one man has dared to enter, our Messiah.
Tim: Messiah? Isn't this where Outcast hangs out?
Man: Yes, the Eighth Deadly Sin. Our Messiah, and our Personal Jesus. He is in there, waiting...
Tim: Waiting? For what?
Man: Alas of that we are unaware. Perhaps for night? Maybe for his long lost love to return? Or just the right time to free himself of his own self hating nightmare and his fleshy prison.
Tim: True love? Free himself? Explain.
Man: Why? Do you believe in him? Do you follow him?
Tim: Well, no.
Man: Then I can not answer the questions you seek. You must find Him. You must ask Him and Him only.
Tim: OK then, I'm just going to go on in and ask.
Tim smiles hesitantly at the man, and once again walks toward the door. He gets to it, places his hand on the knob and..
Man: WAIT!
Tim Ryan, a little startled, turns around quickly.
Man: Be warned, all is not what it seems in there. That place can drive a sane man mad and mad man sane. Only be sure you are prepared to enter
Tim Ryan nods, and gulps. He opens the door and goes in. the door slams shut behind him, and the man slowly lifts his head, letting his mouth be visible as he smiles. Tim Ryan looks around, the Old School is as dusty and filthy as what he seen on TV.
Tim: OK, I'm here now. Vice better give me a raise for making me come here. ''Oh Outcast refuses to do any interviews outside the Old School, so Tim you will have to go there.'' God I hate him sometimes, first he gets rid of Nikki Venus then sends me to this god forsaken place.
Tim Ryan sighs, and begins his descent. He looks around the place, lockers falling off the hinges, class room windows broken. He slowly walks about a hundred feet, until he comes up to the first unbroken piece of glass he can see. It's a trophy case, only it's missing trophies. Tim can see his reflection it, which is odd. You see, there is no dust on this case, no cracks, no nothing. It looks clean, and..well..shiny. He turns to look down the hall, then back at the case and his eyes widen. There are now two reflections in it, one is his and the other is Outcast's. He quickly spins around, but there is no one there. His breath quickens, as he looks back to the case and sees only his reflection.
Tim: I knew I shouldn't of finished of Lerches 151. OK, just stay calm man. Just take her easy. I can do this.
Tim Ryan's moment of clarity is short lived though. As he soon heres the words ''Reach out and touch Faith'' and Marilyn Manson's Personal Jesus starts playing, he looks around and starts to take a a step back.
Lift up the Receiver
I'll make you a Believer.
Tim: F..THIS!
Tim Ryan runs like the wind to the door where he first entered. He stops and grabs the knob and turns and twist. Locked. He looks around desperate for an exit, not finding a visible one he runs back to the trophy case, and past it. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he once again saw Outcast's reflection, though wisely decides not to check. The music begins to die down, only to be restarted.
Reach out and touch Faith!
Tim Ryan keeps running, he stops and sees to big double doors. With out anticipation he pushes them open and stares. It is a maze of mirrors. Tim Ryan slowly shuts the doors. He is now completely desperate for an exit, and in his desperation believes there is an exit somewhere upstairs. He searches for the stair case, and indeed finds it. The music now is getting louder each time it restarts. With out fear or hesitation he runs up the stairs. He dodges and weaves the rotting holes and bad steps. Mobile for a half drunk Irishman. He finally does get to the second floor.
Tim: Oh which is it, which room is he always in?
With his breath already at max due to fear and running, he decides to check every door. There are Seven doors. He goes to the closest one, and looks at it. ''Greed''
Tim: Guys obsessed.
Obsession is correct. Tim Ryan opens the door and it is full of magazines and clippings. Reading such as ''Outcast wins NCW title.'' ''Outcast is two time WCF champion.'' Outcast debuts in GWC, to bring home Tag Team gold.'' Tim looks around, and closes the door. He goes to the second one, marked ''Envy''
Tim: Wonder what makes him jealous...
Apparently Tim Ryan never followed Outcasts career. He opens the door to find more clippings. ''Outcast unable to defeat Logan after an eight year feud.'' ''WCF Hall of Fame, where is Outcast?'' ''CD topples Striker in Nightmare Chamber, three time WCF champion is born.'' Tim Ryan closes the door, and keeps going.
Tim: Hmmm, Lust eh?
Tim Ryan gets a perverted smile, and opens the door. Not to what he expects, all there is are multiple pictures of the same woman. He closes the door, a bit depressed.
Tim: This guy needs to see a shrink. Bad.
He comes upon the fourth door. Holding the word ''Sloth'' He opens it, too see numerous pictures and clippings of The Uncultured Youth and Reckless Jack. ''Outcast defeats RJ to become two time WCF champion.'' ''RJ and Outcast leave it all in the ring in their cage match, RJ is victories.'' ''WCF's RJ and Outcast fight in GWC ring, Outcast comes out on top.'' Tim shuts the door.
Tim: I hate Vice.
The fifth door is what Tim opens next. ''Pride.'' Tim sees multiple NCW banners, WCF banners and GWC banners. He sees a picture of Outcast with long time friend Davey Ortega, and another of Outcast and his brother, Mike. Tim closes the door, being a bit frustrated.
Tim: Where the hell is this guy..
Five down, two to go. ''Gluttony.'' He opens the door, and sees a room straight out of a fun house. He closes it.
Tim: Someone will have to explain that to me.
The Seventh door, of course right? ''Wrath'' He opens it, and sighs a sigh of relief. The Classroom, Outcast is standing, not paying attention to who just opened the door, looking at his Crucifix.
Tim: Oh thank God. Outcast...
Outcast slowly turns to see him.
Tim: I have been looking everywhere for you.
Outcast: I am always right here, Tim Ryan. If you have seen any of my promos, then you would know that.
Tim: Didn't you know I was here? You could of met me somewhere other than here. I mean, downstairs maybe? Or how about not even here, like a coffee shop or something?
Outcast: Or a bar?
Tim: Sure..
Outcast smiles.
Outcast: Of course I knew you were here, Tim. I'm surprised you made it all the way here to me.
Tim:Well, if you wouldn't of locked me in here, I would have.
Outcast: Locked? The doors here are never locked.
Tim: What are you talking about?
Outcast: Think back..are you sure it was locked?
Tim Ryan thinks back...locked.
Tim: Yes.
Outcast: Timothy, are you sure you were turning it the correct way?
Tim: I am...
Tim Ryan thinks again, and indeed..he was turning it the opposite way. Making it seem it was locked when he could of exited anytime.
Tim: But...I was..was..so sure..
Outcast: I know. Though you wanted to progress further, you wanted to find me, and ask me questions. Though, does it ALL concern with GWC?
Tim: Yes..well..kind of..
Outcast: Just start at the beginning.
Tim: OK...you lost the GWC Tag Team titles at Tribulation to Murder, Inc. Do you think this will impair you as you embark on the Global Wrestling Classic this Assault?
Outcast: Impair me? It is true, I do not have much momentum going into Assault. I have to deal with the lose of my precious title, and go straight into a match with the Innovator of FUN. Though, I do not believe this impairs me in any way. In fact, it does the opposite. It motivates me. I now have this pesky ''former'' tacked onto me. I must admit, I hate it. I now have to work twice as hard as I did to prove I am not a former anything. That I can become a current something. That I can become the current Global Wrestling Classic winner, and the current GWC Champion. In order to become a current, I must first become an advancement. I must overcome the challenges that lay in my path, and the first is Joseph Ragnal. Me losing my title is motivation enough to take him out of the tournament, to force him to sit on the rail and watch one man dominate all and go through the roster like a champion. Not a former champion, not an advancing competitor...but a current champion.
Tim: How do you feel about your first match with Ragnal, now that you were so kind to mention him?
Outcast: I feel ready. I do not know much of Ragnal, other than what his Sin is. I will get to that, in the fifth installment of Outcast's Inferno. Though it is not time to talk about that, it is time to talk about him. To talk about the Innovator of FUN. I see he is a more comedic wrestler than most. Always up for a FUN time. Though life is not about FUN, no. Some people choose to live like that, but not I. I will not let someone who allows his entire world be taken over by FUN defeat me. I can not. Ragnal is a comedy act, only their for comedic relief. I am here for honor, pride, and gold. I have so much more riding on this match than anyone here. I have much more to prove. Proof that I am an undeserving ''former.'' Proof that I can hold my own against GWC Elite on my own. Proof that I can run through the roster and become the champion, despite all the snickers and laughs. I will show him what I think FUN is, what FUN for me is...and we will have crippling FUN on Assault. That is my personal gaurentee..from the Eighth Sin Himself.
Tim: Speaking of which, what is with all those people outside?
Outcast: They are my followers.
Tim: And they follow you because?
Outcast: Because I offer something that they long for. I offer new teachings and ideas. I offer a world with out law and order. I offer Chaos. True essence of life, Chaos. I offer a world with out Straight Edge. With out DUIs. With out people getting rid of GWC's Sex Icon Nikki Venus. I look outside and see what the world is coming to. No longer are people embracing this society, this poison. Now they reject it, turn on it. In hopes to make a better place though I ask why? Why should people want to have a world with out Sex, Violence, Drug, and Alcohol? That world seems dull and very boring, that world seems to damn good for me. I enjoy my life, and my Sins. I believe all people should just embrace Lust, Gluttony, Pride, Wrath, Greed, Sloth, and Envy. Accept it and be secure with it. Love it, and be loved by it. People wish to rid the world of it, and of people like me but I say hell no. I will not, and can not allow anyone or a group even to think they can take away what I want. What they want.
Tim: Someone out there said you were ''waiting'' What are you waiting on?
Outcast: On a lot of things. I am always here, always alone. Maybe I do want her to come back, maybe I don't.
Tim: Her?
Outcast: Sarah.
Tim: Who is Sarah?
Outcast: Never you mind. I myself am not to sure what I am waiting on. All I know is I am constantly waiting. Timothy Ryan your time here is up.
Tim: Wait..
Outcast: All questions will be answered in my Infero....leave.
Tim Ryan slowly gets up, and leaves the Classroom. Outcast goes back to looking at his Crucifix.
So many questions, so little time. I must persevere and answer them all one by Sinful one.
The Scene slowly fades out.
