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A Blank Canvas & 6 Artists
Topic Started: Mar 22 2008, 03:29 AM (48 Views)
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We open up, Grant Rice before us, his usual black jeans & shirt replaced by a pair of plain blue jeans and a red hoodie. The Timberlands remain, can't leave home without them you know. The scenery behind him is unusual. It has an appearance much like a brick wall, however it looks not like your typical brick wall. Instead, this one has a colorful display of many colors, many designs, so many in fact that it's hard to describe any one in particular, they're all smashed together, many overlapping, it looks a complete mess.

Grant Rice: This is something I am very familiar with. For those unfamiliar with the culture I come from, this is what you would call Graffiti.

Grant Rice takes a step to his side, revealing more of the wall, though only a small portion more.

Grant Rice: I would see this every day back home, often participating in the act of creating as well. However, I must say, I find this form to be disgusting.

I think that term sums up the display nicely. I wouldn't want my building's side to look anything like this.

Grant Rice: Don't get me wrong, not ever display is such a mess, so sickening. There can be some real masterpieces painted, one that pops into my head is the world famous “Life by the Gun, Die by the Gun” Tupac mural. When time is spent, when care is given, you can have yourself a masterpiece.

Grant turns slightly, just enough to take a look at the wall before he turns his head back toward us, it shakes in disappointment.

Grant Rice: More times then not though, you end up with this. This is not art, this is 'tags.' One gang feels the need to mark their territory and do so by branding a building with their name. It's done quickly, as it's illegal and you don't want to be caught.

Grant turns once more, he raises his hand, index finger stretch out. He places his finger tip to the brick wall and quickly traces one of the tags present on the wall.

Grant Rice: If it wasn't bad enough, give it some time and a rival gang will get the balls to cross the territory line. They see this tag, they are overcome with the urge to “one up” the competition. Thus, you find the old tag covered by another in a different color of the rainbow.

Grant fights to hold back his disgust. I find it strange, seeing as he comes from a place where this is normal, where he surely participated as he's already admitted to moments ago.

Grant Rice: Before long, you end up with a wall covered in hundreds of tags, hundreds of colors. It looks a mess, no longer is any one tag easily distinguishable and the point becomes redundant. This is not art.

Grant walks off down a sidewalk, before long, he comes to an empty wall, not a mark of spray paint anywhere.

Grant Rice: I hold the same opinion of these “Cluster-Fuck” matches. So many artists, struggling to make their mark on the canvas. Much like the wall just shown, they can easily turn from a masterpiece of a match to nothing more then a work that's remembered for being a mess.

Grant places his palm on the brick wall now playing the background of this promo.

Grant Rice: We have a blank canvas, however there are six artists that will soon fight to make their mark the memorable one. I have no doubt the canvas will end up in the garbage though, the winner having little right to claim any fame stemming from it. That shall not prevent any of us from trying however, because if you don't try, then you've got nothing more then a blank canvas.

Grant eyes the tall building's “virgin” wall, perhaps concepts flowing through his mind of what he would love to do with it, the masterpiece he hopes to paint. He quickly returns his attention to the red light on the camera.

Grant Rice: Among the many artists fighting over the canvas this week, we've got “The Majesty” Cole Summons. If I'm completely honest, this artist's work remains much a mystery to me. He originally made his name on FIW's TNT, a show I never had the pleasure of appearing on, thus our paths never cross. Even today, in the new era of FIW, our paths yet to really cross. This isn't always a bad thing. Competing against him, perhaps, however the mystery of his masterpiece is intriguing.

Grant's eyes roll up and to the side, perhaps trying to imagine Majesty's masterpiece, maybe he's only looking to at a plane.

Grant Rice: Adam Wilson's on the other hand, I'm sure would come out very conflicted, confused. His dealings with one Jaime Lee would be sure to have a presences in his piece. In the world of art, this would be a good thing, however in the ring, the same can't be said. Tier displayed how having things such as this playing in your mind while in the squared circle can be a very bad thing, strangely enough, doing so against the one rooted in Wilson's mind.

A smile creeps onto Rice's face from nowhere. I doubt he's smiling about anything related to Adam, well... perhaps someone with that last name, Lee. I'm not implying anything here, just saying...

Grant Rice: Those are the two artist's I admit to being least familiar with. However, that leaves me with three that I am very familiar with. One of which is Elrick. It was not long ago that I found myself in the ring with him, I caught some attention when I happened to hold a submission a tad longer then I maybe should have. Elrick was angered by it to say the least, in fact I recall him making claims of the next time we met in the ring. Well, Elrick, here we find ourselves again. Question is, does your ankle still hurt? Maybe just a little? Perhaps your feelings are still a little bruised as well. Is this the night you seek revenge, or, has the bandage places on your friendship with me helped the healing process over time? I guess all we can do is remove it and see what comes of it.

No pause here to smile over what I'm sure to be the thoughts of an attractive young woman, no long thought over how Elrick's masterpiece may turn out. It's Elrick that must make a choice before it could even be speculated on any. One filled with anger?

Grant Rice: Ah, can't forget Mr. Nightmare. I've gone ignored by him for the past several weeks. Not a peep from him over the claims and shots I've sent his way. Even being placed in the ring has failed to draw attention from him. I think it's time to show how big a mistake it is to ignore me. Whether the masterpiece he would paint would contain images depicting the Kibosh of The Revolution or not, one thing is for certain... there will be plenty and plenty of bats.

Typical laugh can be inserted here. You know, Rice always has himself a laugh after cracking on Nightmare.

Grant Rice: That brings me to Tier. I must say, his respect level in my eyes raised this past week. We walked into that ring as partners, something many thought impossible. I respect that his actions echoed my words. We didn't need to kill each other then, it can be done at any time. This week, the next Pay-Per-View... maybe even never. While I may give him a respectful nod because of that, I reinforce the fact that it's not actually a sign of this rumored “group,” Tier will find himself a target just as any other man in the match, perhaps maybe more then the others.

A sadistic smile crawls it's way onto Rice's face.

Grant Rice: If any one thing is certain, it would be that Tier's masterpiece would be done in the blood of his victims. Jaime Lee's blood served as the paint to get Tier's message across weeks ago, he showed he has no problem using the blood of the fallen as his finger paint.

The grin remains, strange since Rice's words could easily become reality in the near future, his blood that which dries on the canvas. Even given that, it stays put, in fact, may even grow.

Grant Rice: That just leaves me, what would my masterpiece look like? I can't reveal that here, now. If I do so, then the surprise will be gone when it's unveiled come Sunday. Tune in then if you want to see a Grant Rice Original.

He turns to the wall, rubbing it with his palms as he surveys it, perhaps plotting out said masterpiece... maybe he's going to make love to the wall, I don't want to see that, so we better get out of here just to be safe. Fade.
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