Post by Jimmy Gimmick on Jul 26, 2009 9:43:56 GMT -5
*The scene slowly opens at Last Resort to the luxuriously decorated locker room of Jimmy Gimmick. The room had the appearance more of a suite than its intended purpose. The room was inhabited by Jimmy Gimmick and Jimmy Gimmick alone. Gimmick looked to the camera from his deep red chair beside which several bottles of champagne carefully leaned against a table. When Gimmick spoke it was with his restored confidence and focus.*
“Alexander, at last we arrive to the eve of my greatest triumph and there’s no man whom I’d rather share this pending moment with than you. One way or another I knew you would bare witness to the dawning of this new age, I just always imagined it would be standing loyally by my side, waiting for the first round of champagne as I returned from my victory.”
*Gimmick shakes his head with a feigned sense of regret before moving on with his wide eyes blankly returning to the lens of the camera.*
“Alas maybe I shouldn’t blame you, after all throughout the years men have always been driven by one thing above all else; power. It has been the flaw of so many. You sought power in the form of this championship in the same way men of the ancient times killed for the power of the throne, ergo you betrayed me. Your wrongs will not be forgotten much as your sins and trespasses remain without forgiveness.”
*Gimmick spoke with the emotion of a deeply wounded being, perhaps he was exaggerating the effects of Alexander’s alleged betrayal to mock him, however, the alternative remained possible.*
“Alexander when you began under me you were young, not just in the physical sense, no, but from what you’d seen, what you’d experienced and what you’d done. You had almost escaped the one thing that connects us all; that original sin but we just can’t ever be free of it. It affects us all regardless of our…greatness. You avoided it for a while, your will seemed unbreakable, but then in the speed of an apple plucked from a tree it was shattered.”
*Gimmick made movements only with his hands, opening and closing his palm, his fist would clench, before he extended his fingers allowing the loud cracking sound to echo through his expensive room, the room which despite all of its decorations and accessories was without a single photograph. No family photos, no vacations, not even pictures of the cynical number one contender himself.*
“Your will was broken because of your fault, you see people connect human life in many ways, our desires, our morals, our beliefs, I see but one constant, and that is our sin. I believe everyone is driven by one of the fabled Seven Deadly Sins, so Alexander which one drives you? Lust? Gluttony? Pride? Envy? Sloth? Wrath? No, it was the green eyed monster all along. Greed has consumed you, Alexander, the greed for gold, wealth, fame and... power. The power which you have sought for so long but you have never truly found because deep down beneath all of the acts and outward signs you are weak, Alexander, in more ways than you could ever know.”
*Jimmy Gimmick’s cryptic message is spoken to Alexander yet deep down he is well aware of his own weakness, furthermore, his own sin. Yet James’ own morality eludes him, he dare not look to his own faults, sins, or weaknesses, perhaps because he is ignorant to them on anything more than a subconscious level, or for fear of what would look back at him.*
“Alexander you point to my more…suitable accommodations here in FCW, you point to mere chance as to why you ended up in the basement, as if it were solely coincidental. It has always been my belief that coincidence is an idiot’s ignorance to reason. Did you ever consider that you are stuck in between the janitor’s closet and the storage room for a reason? Alexander you will have to face that soon enough, nothing goes without purpose, nothing without meaning, good or bad. You struggle in your futile crusade to conquer Full Contact Wrestling, sure that strap you have across your shoulder may look nice in the photographs, it may help create the illusion you need so desperately to be fulfilled, but in the end until you can walk out of Last Resort with your arm raised in victory you are nothing more than just another face in the crowd, you have no legacy to leave behind if you were to disappear, and you have no true power.”
*With those words spoken Gimmick rises from his chair and strolls across the carpeted floor of his ventilated room and stands next to the window which he gazes out of while speaking.*
“Edge, ‘The Rated R Superstar’, not someone who I am particularly unfamiliar with, in fact Edge you are more connected in this than most people may have perceived. This situation could not have developed the way it did without Edge playing the role that he was destined to. Edge was on the losing side of the contest that led to the implosion of Original Sin at Scars and Stripes. So when it comes to standing across the ring from you I am no stranger, Edge you may have risen above the mediocrity you found yourself a part of, however, you are going to find yourself back in the same position from which you started once again, with nothing but old records, and a reputation fading into irrelevancy.”
*Still looking through the window Gimmick’s eyes dart across the people stories below, as they walk along the sidewalks going through the motions of their dull lives, completely unaware they are the subject of Jimmy Gimmick’s absent minded vision.*
“Randy Orton…”
*Despite the fact the camera is aimed at the back of Gimmick the outline of his face can be seen in the reflection from the window, his arrogant smirk proves most noticeable and forms upon the mention of “The Legend Killer’s” name.*
“We meet again. I thought I had put you behind me once and for all but as it turns out it is true what they say after all, no one escapes is their past. Orton you were always the fly buzzing around my ear that I just couldn’t swat, you talked and talked, consistently attempting to get inside my head, you tried to analyze my actions as part of some eccentric fascination you had taken up with me, all of your psychoanalyzing was to no avail as in our final encounter on Requiem I walked away with the victory. Randy you’ve heard my talks before, my verbal tirades of sorts, you know all about a longing for power, you know all about…weakness. Randy I’ve spoken about you before but nothing has changed, nothing ever changes with you, I can show you your faults, I can even show you a chance for redemption, yet you would be unable to bring yourself to act on it, changing takes acceptance, changing takes strength, you are too weak to change. Randy you’ve had your opportunity, you’ve been defeated, you should be out of the game, but I guess this is your last resort.”
*From the window Jimmy Gimmick turns back to the room, back to the camera, he reaches into the pocket of his darkly colored pants, and from them he removes a package of cigarettes muttering under his breath as he does.*
“Dad would be proud.”
*He slides out a thin solitary cigarette and raises it to his mouth quickly slapping his lips around it and swiftly lighting a match which he extinguishes on the tip of the cigarette before inhaling and speaking.*
“Alexander despite what has arisen between us we at one point remained alike, we belonged amongst the Gods, we were like angels Alexander but no, you forced me to pluck your wings. I know how much you like stories, and you knew I wouldn’t finish this soliloquy of mine without one, the one I’ve been saving just for this occasion; the one I’ve been waiting to share.”
*Jimmy Gimmick strides across the room, his arrogant expression subtly reverting back to the cold glare he bore in recent weeks, when he speaks it is with a slight strain in his voice emitting smoke from his mouth as he does.*
“Alexander ‘The Great’ earned his reputation, his name, his place in history, and his status as virtually a god amongst men. This was an emperor who conquered the entire Persian Empire, and he led his army into battle himself, this was a man with all the power in the world, yet he continued to place himself at risk. Of course I’m sure you have covered all of this, all of the reasons for his fame, his…greatness. Did Alexander have a flaw? History is written by the winners and as such we are left hearing only his praise, because make no mistake about it Alexander was a winner. I once told you to be careful, because even Alexander ‘The Great’ didn’t live forever, when he was 33 Alexander became terminally ill, and made Babylon his final resting place, some people believe that Alexander was poisoned. But who would do such a thing, to a man the quality of Alexander ‘The Great’?”
*Gimmick pauses and scans the floor of his room en route to matching his eyes with the camera’s lenses once more. The look of arrogance has now completely disappeared replaced by the cold empty expression.*
“His own soldiers, are the men who are in question, in one of the oldest unsolved mysteries, I suppose we can never know for certain now can we? But than again how could one possibly know; just imagine being betrayed by the one closest to you.”
*Gimmick’s eyes reflect the light trickling in from outside, they glisten with water, as he emotionally pries the cigarette from his mouth and followed by the smoke pulls it down to his side. Gimmick’s mouth hangs open as he tilts his head looking to the camera with a sense of awe.*
“It’s unfathomable. We bury the dead six feet under ground so we can move on, but they don’t, and so you present yourself as an overdrawn out allegory for Alexander ‘The Great’, but I think you have the story reversed, I am the great leader, the conqueror, the…innovator, and you are the traitor, the villain.”
*Jimmy Gimmick backs away from the camera, he nearly stumbles into his deep red chair, this was it, this opportunity, this is what gave him meaning. This was more than just the escapism he sought earlier in the week when he entered the ring, he could have it all with this victory, he could seize the legacy that he had sought oh so many years, maybe he would even make him proud, this was his chance, inside triumph there was meaning.*
(End of Part IV)
