The Choice is Yours...

by Maurie Sat Jan 06, 2018 12:04 pm

The silence and eerie mood of the old Circus basement fills with smoke and laughter. This goes on for a good thirty seconds as the laughter grows louder and the smoke spreads enough to the point where the camera goes out of focus and has a lens full of condensation. Finally the smoke shows to be lead by a fire and the laughter by none other than Parker. As the basement burns Parker walks out of the door by the top of the stairs and exits the scene.

Another camera appears in a different setting. The arena lights go on, but this is no UnMatched arena.

The Circus arena is brightened up and standing front and center is the clown himself, Parker. With a cane held with both hands, standing vertically towards the ground, Parker looks as psychotic as ever. Looking like more than just a clown, but also as a ring leader. After his final encounter with Luther Thunder, he has remade the jacket to match his liking. Lifting the cane over his shoulder he points at a stool. The stool holding the money in the bank briefcase of Tops Newsome.

Parker
An evil omen is coming, because I will be champion once again and rule this prison in CMV we call UnMatched. As I capture what I want-No, what I NEED, I will erase that flaw of losing to you, Tops. It’s time I rewrite every mistake. You see this briefcase, now we both have a reason to hate each other. I’ll give you the generous option. You can put either your money in the bank, your television title, or if you’re as fearless as I expect, BOTH on the line at Contingency. Tick Tock, Newsome. I’ll be waiting for you. The Circus… is here!