-Soon-
“So we meet again…”Scorpio smirks as the scene opens to a darkened alleyway. Scorpio is dressed in a leather jacket and torn jeans as he sits on top of a closed dumpster, his feet dangling over the edge. There is a cigarette in his mouth and he takes a drag from it before exhaling the smoke and removing the cigarette from his mouth he holds it by his side.
“You see Morgan, before we have met and you have been the one to come out ahead; but now, now that will all change. Morgan, I can assure you now that I will not be so weak as to succumb to your ignorant and stomach churning ways. No more Mister Jones will your nationality make you anything more than a running joke here in High Impact Wrestling, and no more will you insult the Mystery Championship with the fact that you hold it. If the belt could speak it would scream for help and for me to rid it of your writhing hands and yeast infections…”
He takes another drag from his cigarette before looking at the stump with its partially glowing end. Scorpio slams it down onto the dumpster and it extinguishes, the challenger to Morgan Jones’ title staring as the ash spreads about the wet lid.
“Our fight has been as much one of mindset and psychological warfare as it has been brawn and brute strength. You have been a worthy opponent my friend, but I’m afraid you will not be skilled enough to garner a win against me… No my friend, a war against I is unlike any war mankind has faced before… you may not utilise bullets, armour will not protect you here, no, all you have is your own body and spirit, both of which lack in quality it seems as I look at you.”Scorpio drops down from the dumpster and his right foot lands in a puddle of rainwater, however he doesn’t even check to see how wet his leg is, instead he merely stares into the camera.
“But don’t be scared Morgan, no, never be scared. I promise to make this as painless and quick as possible… just like the dentist used to when you were a child… only I shall not be like that dentist, and I will not give you false word; you may take what I say as the gospel truth and rest assured that the Mystery Championship will be stripped from you with ease, I may run this federation, but that doesn’t stop me exerting the fact that there is nobody in the entire roster who can fully challenge me.
Granted young Morgan, you came close, but close is still not the full way, and I fear that you will fall at the final hurdle, just as so many others have done in the past, and as so many others will do in the coming months and years of my career. You forget Morgan, I am unstoppable here in HIW, just as I have been in every single company I’ve been with since time began… you Morgan, have done nothing but collapse in a heap and whine… but no more.”He places both his hands in the middle of his abdomen and moves them outwards, repeating the motion a couple more times.
“This is a waist born to carry gold, a waist so perfectly chiselled it can hold more title belts than your pathetic little imagination can conjure up. Morgan, I am more a winner than you can ever hope to be, I am more a champion than you will ever be, and at No Exit, I will show you that I carry more in my arsenal than you have ever carried. Morgan Jones, I want you to understand this; the feat you believe you can undertake is a feat never undertaken by any mortal before, and it is a feat far greater than that faced by David and Goliath, it is feat of pure intensity and raw emotion, it is a feat you cannot withstand. It is impossible.”Scorpio reaches into the back pocket of his trousers where he retrieves a photograph of Morgan Jones clutching the Mystery Championship. He holds it in line with his eyes and places one finger on the title belt.
“Soon my dear, soon you will be rid of that oaf and be over the shoulder of the man who should have had you since day one. Soon darling, the sands of time will part and in the centre will be I, clutching you to my breast and embracing the one thing I live form. Your name is Mystery, but you are nonesuch enigma to me, you are purely an item of endearing beauty and endless passion… you my dear, will be mine… just hold on, I will free you.”He reaches back into his pocket, and this time pulls out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter in the shape of a gun. He lights his cigarette and takes a drag from it as he remains transfixed on the photograph.
“Morgan Jones has mistreated your honour, I understand that, and I promise you I shall re-instate the glory and decadence that you have grown to know with such desire. I want you my dear, I need you, you are me and I am you… a storm is brewing about your being, and I swear to the highest power, I shall remove you from this turmoil and instate you in a home of true honour and respectability. My dear, you are the saviour of man, and you will save me…”Scorpio raises the cigarette and places the lit end onto the photograph, directly over where Morgan Jones’ face once was. The cigarette burns though the picture, leaving a cindered and scorched hole over the current champion’s face, leaving only his body and the Mystery Championship left. Scorpio begins to laugh before he drops the photograph and it floats gracefully down to earth, landing face-up on the puddle Scorpio is standing in. The photograph begins to slowly sink into the turbid water, leaving just the shine of the championship belt above its surface. The camera returns to Scorpio who is still looking towards the picture.
“Soon…”He says simply before he begins to walk towards the clouded and darkened end of the alleyway, and within a few seconds he has disappeared behind the smog, leaving but a mere gap in the smoke where he had parted it.
-Soon-
