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Date Posted: 12:41:45 11/12/02 Tue
Author: Enigma
Subject: Trust

Trust

The scene opens in a small hall. The wooden floor is reflecting the roof, a sign of an over efficient caretaker. On the roof there is a bar hanging, with various theatre lights hanging from it. The lights all have different colour light filters and all are facing the front. A wooden stage stands proud, also shining as if it were the centre piece in a trophy cabinet. There is a huge red velvet-like stage curtain concealing the set and two doorways with identical curtains on either side, each with it’s on set of steps leading to it and the stage. One wall is composed of glass, huge windows reaching from floor to ceiling accompanied by equally sized green curtains. Outside it is a gloriously sunny day and there is a Physical Education lesson going on. There are about twenty four boys of about fourteen playing soccer and making a lot of noise, almost deliberately to torment the exam candidates. There is a blackboard standing in the middle of the stage, grey for the years of chalk and board rubbers. On it is written “Maths Exam” Start: 9:10 End: 11:10”. The hall is packed with rows of chairs and desks, each with a student, a question paper, an answer paper and a pencil. At the back of the stage there is a balcony, high against the far wall. It is badly lit, and shadows are cast. About two thirds of the students aren’t working and yet the clock on the wall reads 10:15. The students who aren’t working are simply sitting, heads resting on the table or in their hands. The rest are scribbling away madly in a race against time. There is a man sitting on the stage with a question paper in his hands. His hairline is reclining and his eyes are drooping. Someone drops their pencil and he wakes up, too suddenly and a student in the front row notices. The student sits containing her laughter and the teacher looks embarrassed. He rewards the student with a withering look and she shuts up. He stands up stiffly and begins pacing between the tables, making some students lose their concentration and others to lose their spiral into sleep. The balcony is now in the centre of the shot and we see Enigma looking down on the examination. He has a smirk on his face as he watches unnoticed. He fakes a choking sound and the teacher, and everyone else spins. He ducks quickly and makes for the door. He walks silently down a set of stairs and out of a fire exit. He is out on the field suddenly with the sun in his eyes. His smirk remains as he peers into one of the windows. The teacher is pointing at a student and saying something. Enigma turns away, his smirk strengthened. There is a paved path lined with trees up to a road. Enigma walks along it, his smirk gradually fading and his expression becoming thoughtful. He reaches the road and gets into the car. He sits in the passenger seat, next to the empty driver’s seat.

Enigma: Trust. Trust is a strange thing. I may have said last time that the only thing that can ever be counted on is impermanence. Translated, this means that trust will always be broken. Actually no, not if either side of the trust dies I suppose. I don’t think that applies here, but I also think that I can be trustworthy. Maniac, you say that every time we have allied it’s gone tits up. In different words off course. However I believe that a particular named Dark Demon may have had something to do with it. I don’t think that trust was betrayed for trust never really existed because of the situation that the Dark Alliance evolved from. Remember? The way you and Dark Demon were saying to me, fight us or join us. The way I began to fight you then gradually changed my mind, not really wanting to at the time. That is why the Dark Alliance failed. It was created out of people that had just been kicking three shades of shit out of each other. This time it’s different. I know. I know how so many people, mainly men have said many times that, and that almost every time whatever it is goes wrong again. However, I believe that both of us have enough integrity to keep it going. So therefore here I am on your screen, as I am on other screens all over the world, declaring myself trustworthy. I may be unstable but I know what I am doing, why, how and so on. The Dark Alliance without the weakness, how does that sound? It can’t really be the Dark Alliance as Dark Demon, the weakness, is not part of it. (ooc: I’m not sure that we even came up with that, Mike) I don’t know if you believe in luck, but calling ourselves that would end up in comparisons between this time and last time. The name would be a curse; I’ve lived in this world too long not to believe in luck. I personally don’t think we need a name, I think that simply ‘Maniac and Enigma’ would be enough. I guess that was confirmation.

Enigma has a smile on his face, nearly ominous. You can almost tell that he is thinking of things to come. He opens the glove compartment and picks a CD. He puts it into the CD player and ‘Overkill’ by Motorhead blares out of the sound system. He listens to the song, all the way through before he turns it off. He drums his hands on his thighs and opens the window.

Enigma: Xstatic. You’re still doing the tired old macho man wrestler thing I see. You have no idea of how many rookies I have told to shut the fuck up and get in the fucking ring. In fact neither do I, I’ve never counted. Countless times. Almost every single wrestler does it. I don’t know how many people have promised to end my career, to bust me open bad or simply to kick my ass. Look at me now, I am a living testament to the fact that it is a warehouse full of artificial horse shit. I don’t want to hear about the times you’ve fought CK, ended Jimmy Wallis’ career or what you to Xtreme. If Maniac or I or anyone with experience did that then we’d be here all fucking year. The amount of people who we have forced out the MCW simply because they knew they could never go anywhere. This is the most extreme federation in the world, what you’re boasting about is an everyday thing. If you thought I might be impressed, well, no. Sorry, have done worse and had worse done to me. You say you’d give both balls to see me step into the ring with you, and I don’t think you thought about that too much. I don’t think you considered that I’d take you up on that. (grinning) Whenever you want Xstatic, whatever stipulation you want. I don’t back down; you should have realised that. Oh and when you reply to me, don’t give me a lump of macho shit again. It doesn’t affect me in anyway except that I lose any respect I had for you.

Enigma shifts over to the drivers seat and starts the engine up. He drives off up the road and plays the next track. Hundred Reasons’ ‘If I Could’ blasts out of the speakers. He is driving through a small village. The houses are all ancient, but kept in good condition. All of the gardens are neatly trimmed, the streets are free of litter and there would be silence were it not for the car and Hundred Reasons. The track ends and Enigma pauses it again.

Enigma: Fallen. You wonder why I mention you in my promos. It is not something alone to me for you have continued to mention my name in yours. There is a level of animosity between us Fallen. I think it’s because we both want to fight the other, it’s just the opportunity never really came up. Something else called for both of us. It may also be because you hold my title, but I’ve said before that ‘it is a mere trinket’ and that you can keep it. I don’t really want it. Strange, another reason has entered my head. It may also be because we are alike in many ways. Neither of us really talk wrestling macho trash, neither of us buy into the wrestling gimmick, neither of us conform and both of us are capable of much more. Consider this a good thing Fallen as the only other person in the MCW that has received anything more than a beating from me is James Jones, possibly Mike Johnson. That is high praise but don’t expect it to continue. I always recognise a threat, and you’re obviously a threat. However our time is not yet here.

Enigma starts to put the CD back on but stops and withdraws his hand. He still is smiling, as if he knows something no-one else does and he knows the joke is on you.

Enigma: How does this fare for the match I have? Maniac vs Enigma vs Titanic. Is it now Maniac and Enigma vs Titanic? That is hardly fair, while it would be fun. However neither Maniac nor I have any desire to obtain the Canadian Title so I would be tempted to kick shit into Titanic, then throw him out first on my way out. An idea has struck me and before any smart ass replies, no it didn’t fucking hurt. (still smiling) How about Titanic has one of his friends from Xtreme Team or Damage Inc join in? Make it a tag team weapons cage match, Enigma and Maniac vs. Titanic and his mystery partner. Sounds good to me, just gotta make it so. That means you Mike, yes you! I’m sure that Titanic won’t have a problem with that (smirking). He wouldn’t want to step into a cage with me and Maniac now would he?

Enigma puts the CD back on, Metallica’s ‘The Outlaw Torn’ plays as he leaves the small town. The road is open and deserted. He stops at a garage and pulls up next to the shop. Helena walks out, smiling outrageously. She gets in and Enigma drives off quickly. Helena pulls a bundle of cash out of her pocket and they both laugh as the scene ends.

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