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Date Posted: 14:20:28 11/09/02 Sat
Author: Enigma
Subject: Truth

The scene opens in a large community centre. The hall is huge, but smoke clouds most of the surroundings. Lights are hung from the ceiling and are swinging around flashing different colours through the smoke. There are huge narrow windows at regular intervals that have been blacked out and painted on. There are neon fire exit signs dotted around the place that spoil the laser effect somewhat. Facing the stage is a bar, which is as crowded as the floor. The stage at the front is quite high and has laser lights framing it that are making different shapes on the walls in green. There is a local band on stage who seem to be really popular with the teenagers that have crowded the venue. They’re all wearing black jeans and various rock t-shirts. ‘Jesus is a cunt’, ‘People = Shit’, ‘Enter Sandman’. Most of the crowd is in a mosh pit at the front, some are standing back a little headbanging and the rest are sitting around the edge smoking, drinking and talking. The corners are shrouded in shadow. Enigma is leaning against the wall and watching the rock fans pulse with the beat of the band. He looks expressionless, as normal. It is obvious he is no stranger to this. The song ends suddenly in a huge climax and the crowd goes wild. The band starts again with a cover of Black Sabbath’s ‘Paranoid’. Despite the crowd’s average age they seem to appreciate it. Enigma walks over to the bar and the camera follows him. In the bar the walls are covered with posters of metal bands and the singular bar tender is being rushed off his feet. A luminous ‘Toilets’ sign in the corner provides the only light with the exception of the light behind the bar. Beneath it is a door, which Helena strides through. Enigma’s face changes completely, to contentment – bordering upon happiness. She walks over to Enigma and they walk out of a fire exit together. They stop outside in a black alleyway and Enigma asks Helena to go and get the car. She strolls off as Enigma turns to a different camera with a smile on his face.

Enigma: Why? This seems to be the question thrust on me by Maniac and Fallen. (Enigma laughs, creating a strange sensation.) Why can’t you be satisfied simply because it’s me? What does the name suggest? Why do you think I did it? According to Maniac I’m a bit unstable and I sometimes can’t be held responsible for my actions. I can’t argue with that even if I wanted to, however that is not the sole reason. Fallen doesn’t have a fucking clue, which doesn’t surprise me for some reason. (Enigma laughs again, longer this time) I think I’ll stall, and decline to answer. (Still chuckling slightly) This must be a bit frustrating for you. Oh well, better luck next time eh? You’ll have to wait and see what my motives are. Irritating isn’t it?

Enigma begins to walk up the alley, following in Helena’s footsteps, towards the road. The alley is littered with empty bottles, crushed cans, crisp packets, human excrement and drunks. It is a cess pit. Enigma takes no notice of anything in the alleyway as he makes his way through it. At one point a drunk grips the hem of his jacket. Enigma simply kicks him in the face without breaking stride, without change of expression. He reaches the road and the city is in view. Whereas the hall seemed to be in a small town, it is actually in the centre of a bustling city. The night sky has been tainted by the city and is now a pink-purple. The moon is a perfect crescent and the stars are barely visible through the light-pollution. The buildings are reasonable and the streets aren’t exactly clean but not filthy as some are. Enigma leans against the wall of the concert hall and runs his hand over his blonde hair. The music can still be heard, ‘Paranoid’ has ended and the bass of a song of the bands own composing is now annoying the neighbors.

Enigma: The new stable: Damage Inc., Xtreme Team and Crusher. You really piss me off. In fact anything where numbers are the deciding factor pisses me off. You’re not anything special individually, so you band together. With the exception of Crusher each and every single one of you is not worthy of the MCW. I’ve said this since you joined, and now my thoughts are shared. The world would be a better place without you, nevermind the MCW. Unfortunately I am always lumbered with this type of person. Useless, no direction and no intellectual capacity. In a truly civilised society you’d have been slaughtered at the first sign of this. Then again a truly civilised society will never happen. I was simply showing my presence in the MCW, my power. I was eventually going to let Maniac win, whether you believe me or not. Nobody seems to recognise me but Maniac, so I was forcing you all to notice me. What happens? Shit. I will make you pay for this, stables of that number shouldn’t run the MCW – even if the members were decent wrestlers. But a stable made up of talentless ignoramuses? I don’t think so. Crusher, you think you can hide behind those morons? You’re wrong. They cannot stop me. You cannot stop me. Who can? Not me. You are touted as the best thing this federation has, grand slam winner and all. I’m probably the only one who doesn’t buy into your shit, with the exception of Mike and Maniac. I’ve won the World Title, Canadian Title, Tag Titles with Maniac and the Hardcore Title. You’re not as amazing as you think you are. You’ve let things go to your head. Aren’t you ashamed? You couldn’t win the title by yourself so you align yourself with the imbeciles you have. That should sit on your mind like a lead monkey. It probably won’t, you don’t care about the credibility of the title. Prepare for me Crusher, cronies. Don’t be so shortsighted as to ignore me as you have in the past. Try not to at least, I’m not asking much. Advice to everyone else, Cross, Fallen, Thurman, Cypher etc. Don’t get involved.

A car comes speeding up the street and screeches to a halt next to Enigma. Enigma gets in and smiles at Helena as the camera switches to a view from behind.

Helena: Finished?

Enigma: Not yet.

Helena accelerates down the road and navigates her way through the city, knowing where she is going and exactly how she is doing it. Calculated recklessness, a quality shared between the two.

Enigma: Fallen, your Canadian title belongs to me. Kid Xtreme never won it and therefore neither did you. However, it is a trinket of no value. So long as it is clear that I won and not Xtreme and your ‘reign’ is meaningless, I am not bothered. I will tolerate you. (Laughing) I’m pretty sure you will take offense at that, but I don’t really care. Dark Demon, I’m amazed. You didn’t attack me. You actually held my arm up. For that you have my thanks. Maybe you just don’t care anymore. Or maybe you realised how futile it would be to fight me. I don’t care either. The number of people against me is ridiculous. The entire of the new stable, Fallen, Dark Demon a maybe and I’m not exactly on good terms with Scott Cross, Kid Xtreme, Maniac or Mike. I apologise to you James. You understand though, I think. I was without impact, without any stead in the MCW. I had to do something. Nobody argue and say that the Canadian Title would be good stead, ‘cause it ain’t. Maniac and Mike. Mike and Maniac. What? They don’t quite go together do they? Of all the strange things I’ve seen, this possibly tops everything. I’m not really sure what the deal is to be honest. It’s obvious that Mike respects Maniac and was trying to protect him but what are Maniac’s thoughts? Where does Maniac stand? (With a slight hint of sarcasm) Even against such a large stable Mike and Maniac would be a team to be reckoned with. I wouldn’t count on it lasting long though. The one thing you can count on s impermanence. You can’t argue with that. Are you surprised that that is a Buddhist truth? Not that I am Buddhist, but to argue with that would be to argue with a lava flow. Idiocy. Remember that Crusher, impermanence. I really don’t have any aggressive motives towards Maniac or Mike; like I’ve said I was making my presence felt. I don’t know if I feel slightly guilty for Maniac’s loss to Crusher. I know that I should be. To set things straight, I am with Maniac. Or at least asking to be. You’ve heard my apology and my reasons, you’ve said you’ve got no beef with me. Accept my hand and let us destroy Crusher and co. together. Unstoppable. A word tacked to many people but none with so much accuracy as it would be if it were assigned to Mike, Maniac and Enigma. You must consider this. I await your response.

Helena: Finished?

Enigma: Yeah. I need a drink, I talked too much. I could have said it in half as many words.

Helena: Maybe, but that wouldn’t have been you.

Enigma: I suppose not. There’s an off-license on the right.

Helena: OK.

The car stops and Enigma gets out. He strolls confidently in and a few minutes later, out again holding a large amount of alcohol. The shopkeeper is shouting at him, obviously annoyed that he has no security whatsoever.

Shopkeeper: Hey! Hey! You can’t do that! You have to pay for those! Don’t ignore me! I’ll phone the cops, I’ll do it!

Enigma: Wait a minute…

Enigma puts his load in the back of the car and turns. He drops the short, swarthy man with a single punch. He mans black wig falls to the ground, the glue was sweated off.

Enigma: What were you saying before?

The bald man gets to his feet shakily and bows to Enigma before stumbling into his shop and changing the sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed’ and disappears. Enigma gets back into the car, breaking open two bottles of cider. Helena drives off as he hands one to her who drinks it while driving with one hand. Enigma leans back and swigs at it with a contented look in his eyes. He takes in the city, all the shops, the skyscrapers. He doesn’t look impressed. Helena seems to be immensely enjoying driving way over the limit along empty city streets. However fast she is going, there is no fault in her driving.

Enigma: What’s the rush?

Helena: They’ll be wondering where we are.

Enigma: (laughs) No they won’t, they’ll be pining after the beer.

Helena: True, but still waiting for us.

Enigma: Let ‘em wait.

Helena slows down and turns into a gas station. She parks just out of the light and the camera zooms out. The car’s silhouette is all that can be seen and the scene ends with the sound of Helena’s voice – obviously enjoying herself greatly. As is Enigma apparently.

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