Post by Nick Watson on Dec 18, 2009 21:32:47 GMT -4
*Unknown Location, Morning*
The scene opens up on the long hallway that had been viewed in the first promo, but this time it not focused on the door at the end of the hallway, but the fifth door before that room. The door is closed much like every door in the hallway, but the sounds are not that of arguing this time. As the door opens and the camera steps in it becomes plainly obvious that this room is used for interrogation, right now it is occupied by two men. One man is from the Highway, the only man to have been incapacitated by Lionheart during the event, he is strapped to a steel chair so that he can not move, and even if he did move and get out of the room the Vesper guards would get him and bring him back. The second man is Madok Mortalis, who is wearing a business suit, and holding a cigar in his hand, he looks rather displeased with the prisoner, and as he begins to speak again his irritation is noted.
Madok: You are making this hard on yourself. All we need to know is where the Strange Tech is and who is your supplier. That is all we need then we can set you free, but so far you have been unwilling to cooperate. That is using the word "unwilling" a little too loosely, more like you just don't want to speak.
The prisoner looked at Madok, clearly understanding what he was saying, but not wanting to speak. Madok glared him and slapped him across the face with a audible 'thud', the man's head turns to the right by how hard Madok had slapped him, and he turns his head back around to see that Madok is smiling.
Madok: Personally I am enjoying the silence...it just gives me the right to get more and more rough.
The prisoner spits some blood on the concrete floor from the hit and Madok shakes his head in disappointment.
Madok: In a few minutes we will know who you work for and where you come from thanks to your fingerprints. We will find out eventually who your supplier is, but it would be easier for you to just tell us so that we can cut out the middle man.
The man looks at him and then spits on the floor at his feet, Madok doesn't take too kindly to that as he punches the man across the face, toppling the chair over, and the prisoner. The prisoner falls on the side of his face and he curses, Madok walks over and puts him back up straight.
Madok: Listen to me you little shit, if you do not cooperate, I swear to God I will ensure you get the death penalty. I could care less if you ever see light again after today, I am not the morale compass of the group, he is in the back. Me personally, I think we should just torture the hell out of you. Like in the old days, with electricity, and maybe a couple gun shots to the knee caps and the shoulders. I have been patient with you thus far, but that patience is wearing thin.
The man looks at him as Madok walks out of the room through a door on the left side of the room, the camera follows him, and enters into the small room within the larger room. Inside stand Lionheart, Pence, and Stitches, who all are looking at the prisoner with intensity and anger. Madok takes a seat in a chair that is in the room and sighs.
Madok: The guy is not going to talk. The normal methods just aren't going to cut it in this situation.
Pence: So what do you want us to do?
A sinister smile spreads across his face.
Madok: Torture.
Lionheart: That is completely out of the question.
Madok: You have a better idea Sherlock? This fucker is not going to hand us over any information if we continue taking the normal route. We have to fuck him up to get him to talk.
Pence: You already fucked him up quite a bit already.
Madok: I was trying to coax him into talking with my fists, apparently that didn't work.
Stitches: I can do it.
All eyes turned to Stitches who was still staring at the prisoner, his fists clenched, and his eyes narrowed.
Lionheart: You can do what?
Stitches: I can perform the torture.
Pence: No, no, no! There has to be another way.
Stitches: Trust me, there isn't. This guy is going to remain silent unless if we do something drastic and painful. Sorry to say it, but this guy won't talk unless we do.
Pence shakes his head in disagreement, but it is clear that it is the only way to get the man to talk. Stitches moves past the men and out the door, but not before telling the others to bring him his "things" from his locker. Madok goes off to grab these things as Stitches stands in front of the man and then kneels down to get at face level with him. For a moment, he doesn't say anything, but then begins to speak lowly.
Stitches: You have pissed off the wrong folks, douche bag.
The eyes of the man widen as Madok walks in with a bag and a suit case. Stitches takes the bag from Madok and Madok goes back to the room behind the wall to listen to the conversation with the others. Stitches slowly opens the bag to reveal bottles of different liquid and after a minute he place a bottle full of black liquid and a bottle full of green liquid on the floor. Stitches puts the bag aside as he opens up the suitcase and reveals 2 syringes, which he promptly fills full of the liquid in the bottles. After filling both of them with separate liquids, Stitches puts the syringes on his lap, needle facing away from him.
Stitches: I'm going to make it simple on you because I know how you fuckers think. If you don't answer my question, you will get a small dose of this...
Stitches holds up the syringe full of green liquid.
Stitches: And let me tell you the sensations you will feel after getting the injection are not going to be pleasant. Let me describe what will happen to you, if you don't answer my questions. With a small dose this liquid will start to attack your nerve ends and at that it will cause an excruciating amount of pain for you. If you don't answer my question again, I will inject another dose, but this time it will feel different, you will begin to bleed from your eyes, ears, and mouth as the pain spreads to your brain and attacks your brain cells. If you don't answer the third question, you will most likely be dead. Do I make my self absolutely clear?
Prisoner: What about the black liquid...
A smile spread across Stitches face and then he began again.
Stitches: Inside of this is Strange's happy juice...I can inject this into you and you will lose your mind.
The prisoner took a gulp as he weighed his options, he didn't want to die, and he didn't want to go crazy either so his choices were very slim. Meanwhile Stitches checked to see if the syringes were clogged and then asked the questions.
Stitches: Who is your supplier and where is the Strange Tech?
The man went wide eyed as the needle of the syringe began to head towards a vein in his arm and as the needle was about to pierce the skin he began to yell.
Prisoner: I don't know who the supplier is or where the Strange tech is!
Stitches quirked a brow as he put the syringe back in his lap and began to speak again.
Stitches: What do you mean, "you don't know"?
Prisoner: I am just a low level muscle for the Colombian Drug Cartel...I don't know shit about nothing. The boss told us that we were delivering Strange Tech to Colombia, but we thought it was in the back the whole time. I swear! The boss doesn't tell any of us anything about suppliers and nobody asks unless they want to be shot.
The camera changes to inside the room where Madok, Pence, and Lionheart watch on, listening closely to the conversation going on between Stitches and the prisoner. The listening is cut short as a soldier walks in holding some documents and hands them over to Lionheart who nods his head and then dismisses the soldier. He hands the papers to Madok and then Madok hands them to Pence.
Pence: So he is telling the truth?
Lionheart: It would seem so, Reaper. He is a low level muscle for the Cartel, but that raises a lot of questions of what the Cartel wants with Strange Tech.
Madok: I don't know, but whatever it is...it can't be good. Nothing good ever comes from those that deal with illegal drugs.
Lionheart: Vesper has dealt with the drug cartel on numerous occasions, are job is to stop terrorism, and we managed to stop them before, but now things are getting harder. Strange Tech is going to make the Cartel even more dangerous and the likelihood of stopping them from now on is going to go down considerably.
Pence: I guess the only route we can take is to stop them before things get out of hand. Destroy the Strange Tech and finding the supplier.
Lionheart: It looks like a mission to Colombia is inevitable at this point. It is our only chance of finding the supplier and putting an end to all of this before something bad happens.
They all nodded their heads as they exited the room and joined Stitches in the concrete room with the prisoner. The prisoner looked at all of their faces with concern for his own life.
Pence: We need to know who your boss is before we let you go, so we can find him, and find out where the supplier is.
Prisoner: I can help with that! My boss is Mr. Remirez and his right hand man is Jose Remora, now please let me go!
Lionheart: One more question and then we will transport you to Mexico city via helicopter...where can we find these two?
Prisoner: They are always at the base in the capital, they don't like to be near the drugs because if they get found they don't want anyone to trace them to the drugs.
Lionheart nodded his head as he began to yell.
Lionheart: Guard! Take this prisoner to the hangar, make sure to knock him out so that he can't find his way back here to the base.
The guard entered the room and after hearing his orders, took the man out of the chair, and began to walk him to the hangar. The scene fades to black as the four men began to start a conversation about their battle plan for the next part of the mission.
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*Pre-Recorded Transmission*
The scene opens on an empty room, the lights are out, and the sound of footsteps can be heard as the lights come on, and Madok appears in front of the camera holding a bottle of coca-cola. He looks at the camera for a second and then notices that it is on, he sits down, and looks deeper into the screen for a second. He then begins to speak very loud.
Madok: This thing on? Damn Benny leaving his shit rolling. Pence! Benny left his camera rolling.
Pence: I'm busy watching Biggs' second promotion, analysis is key at this point.
Madok: I don't know how you can watch another second of that shit heap of a promotion, ah fuck it. You don't mind if I add my two cents in?
Pence: No of course not, but don't you want to watch his promo first?
Madok: And risk getting eye AIDs from the pure fail of his promotion? No, thanks...I think I will take my chances with winging it.
Pence: Suit yourself.
Madok clears his throat and then grins widely as he begins.
Madok: Hello Biggs...and welcome to another promotion of "Who the fuck gives a shit!?" with your host Madok Mortalis! And on todays edition I'm going to be beating your ass and giving you a new hole to shit from, which will make three holes, your mouth, your asshole, and the hole I am going to be making with my foot. First off I would like to address your blatant fuck up of my name of which I am slightly disappointed in. I mean this may have been said before, but if you had watched the videos you would know my name is Madok Mortalis, not Modak. It is one thing to blatantly lie about actually doing research and it is another to get caught by fucking up of your own accord without any pressure what so ever. Don't lie to me or my boy Pence we see through your idiotic banter to the true point, we know you didn't do research, and we know that all of this bringing up of records is only because you have no other material to run with. But I guess that is what happens when you get used to fighting shitty opponents like Shadow. The fact of the matter is you have managed to coast by this whole fucking time because no one has managed to push you to the limit and this in turn has allowed you to think that your shit doesn't stink. It has also in a positive way given you credit that you do not deserve, putting a chip on your fucking shoulder.
I am sorry, but I just don't see how in any tense you stand a chance against Pence. Pence is stronger, smarter, and precise to a key, your previous analysis of his talent is rather one sided, and does not hold enough merit to be a legitimate analization of the abilities of Pence Weatherlight. Furthermore, his ability to win the big one has been hindered by his heartbreak and sorrow, and even in those situations Pence has managed to come out with entertaining match after entertaining match. The fact the matter is you blotched your first rant and I can tell that your second is not going to be much better, you may be pressured a little bit more after seeing how successful Pence's first production was and this may cause you to actually do a worth while promotion, but that is thinking too far ahead, and since I neither have the time or the want to watch your piece of shit Internet shows or to listen to your obvious favoritism towards the scum of this production, I will never know. It is quite obvious that you will never give Pence the credit he is deserving of and it is obvious that you will always view yourself and your villainous brothers as being superior to everyone on the show. I don't need to waste my breath going over shit that you will in the end deny because you are too unwilling to admit your flaws, even though Pence has easily hit the nail on the head about you repeatedly.
Like it or not, Pence is right about you one hundred percent, you are a second tier champion who has fooled himself into believing he is a first tier champion, and the fact of the matter is that will never change. It is impossible to go back at this point, you've dug yourself a six foot deep hole to bury yourself in or bought enough rope to hang yourself with, take your pick of metaphors, but one factor stays the same and that is after Christmas Chaos Pence is going to be Overdrive Champion. And that is not just because he is a great man, but because he has done things for this business that you will never be able to amount to. Like competing in the King of the Cage tournament, representing APW, and fighting on another show and winning an award for being one of the most successful wrestlers of that month. I would like to see you be on two shows at once and still manage to pick up wins, hell I would like to see you compete in a cage match for four weeks straight, and still find time to cut promotions and fight here on Overdrive. It is ridiculous to even think you hold a candle to Pence and it is even more ridiculous to think you are more deserving of the Overdrive title when the only reason you are still holding that belt is because you have fought the same man for almost a half a year in the Overdrive title picture.
Pence is a breath of fresh air to this division that has been duly needed since the beginning of your long and luke warm title reigns. No offense but the Overdrive title picture has been boring ever since you and Shadow started fighting, it was entertaining at first, but it has slowly been going down hill every time you have fought with it around your waist. Shadow, blatantly boring as he may be, was at least a half decent competitor in the ring, but you have managed to win by using technicalities and cheating. You even cheated when the title was not on the line, stacking the deck in your favor in a tag match! A fucking tag match! Uncharacteristically distracted indeed, my moronic friend, that is just a fancy way of saying you fucked up, and lost. I'm done listening to your excuses, they hold no merit anyway, and you just pull them out of your ass. In all honesty, I would not be surprised if Pence breaks you in half, he doesn't care for you too much, and your blatant arrogance and your high horse routine have managed to strike a nerve with Pence. He doesn't like arrogant cock bites like you, who would have thought!?
Pence has got this in the bag and in all seriousness you should be praying to God that he doesn't steam roll right over you like he did to Victor on the last Overdrive. You may have the ego of a main eventer but you don't have shit on Pence when it comes to skill and talent, so stop fooling yourself because at Christmas Chaos, Pence is going to go into the New Year as an Overdrive Champion. And I could give less than a fuck of you and your Axis of Failure's opinions in the matter. This is Madok Mortalis, saying fuck off Biggs, and go choke on a cock.
The scene fades to black with Madok flicking off the camera and Pence still watching Biggs' second promotion.
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*Unknown Location, Afternoon*
He had been called in for a meeting with his boss and it had been a while since that had happened to him. Vincent Trials the man in the half-mask and former training partner of Pence Weatherlight, had been walking across the courtyard of the mansion belonging to the boss, when he had heard about the bosses need to see him, and in haste he had ran through the courtyard to the mansion interior, which was filled with servants cleaning up the mansion at the behest of their master. Vincent ignored the peons and made his way up stairs passed the paintings of the long deceased wife of the boss. When he reached the top of the stairwell he found himself staring down a hall and at the end he saw Oniki, the body guard of the boss. Oniki was an excellent fighter much like Vincent himself and had been chosen at birth to guard the boss with his life, from that day he had been trained by martial artists, gun experts, and tacticians from around the globe. Oniki was a walking, talking war machine and was not afraid to flaunt his physical prowess, even if Oniki was only a regular human and not enhanced by the power of the Deity Virus he still posed to be a formidable foe to anyone he fought.
Oniki: You are late.
Vincent Trials: I had only just learned that the boss has been calling for me.
Oniki: You know better than most that boss' does not like to be kept waiting and he has been waiting for you for three minutes already.
Voice: Let him in Oniki, the fact that he is late is no need to hold him up any longer outside. There are matters we have to discuss of importance, so you are dismissed.
Oniki: Are you sure?
Voice: Yes, I am sure old friend. Now leave us.
Oniki nodded his head and brushed passed Vincent who made his way into the library of the mansion. The library was vast and held many classics and many different painting painted by some of the greats of the modern and classical eras. Vincent could see that the boss was rather irritated by the way he was staring at him and as he walked in he did not know how to address the boss. Normally the boss was friendly toward him, but right now he did not know what to expect.
Boss: Do you know why I have called you here, Vincent?
Vincent Trials: No, I do not.
Boss: Is it that easy to forget the men and women you have killed?
Vincent Trials: This is because of Mr. Remirez is it not?
Boss: Yes it is and I am extremely disappointed with how you handled the situation. Let alone the fact that you double crossed the men we have been doing business with for more than three years.
Vincent Trials: I did not trust their men in delivering the product and as you can see my previous speculation of their men was proven when Vesper arrived.
Boss: That does not matter! You killed Mr. Remirez and now we don't have any cash on delivery! Also how am I suppose to sell us now as a trust worthy business partner when you have killed a man who we were doing business with?
Vincent Trials: I do not know sir...
Boss: Damn right you don't! Do you know how many buyers of Strange tech quit the inner circle of buyers this morning when the news hit? Seven, seven potential buyers instantly backed out on the whole deal. You have cost me a considerable amount of dollar and I don't know if I will be able to trust you with the simple tasks of retrieving payments now without a supervisor.
Vincent looked down and then began to speak in a low tone.
Vincent Trials: Sir, don't worry about it. It will never happen again, and I ensure you that I can handle the tasks of cash pick ups by myself and without a supervisor. Besides a supervisor would slow me down more than help me.
Boss: Alright, Vincent. This one time you will be forgiven, but for now on make sure you don't make a move without my authorization. You understand?
Vincent Trials: Yes, sir.
Vincent looked up to see the boss motion for him to take a seat and he did, slowly, and steadily. The boss then began to speak again.
Boss: Even with all of the fucks up I have managed to find a buyer for the Strange tech that the Cartel was going to buy in Switzerland.
Vincent Trials: Interesting.
Boss: Indeed, I am putting you in charge of delivering the tech to the buyer. He asked for a very small shipment, but the pieces he bought are very destructive. So be careful in handling the tech. Also if he attempts to double cross you, do not hesitate to blow him away. We are dealing with a shady group of individuals, much more shady than the Cartel.
Vincent Trials: I will be careful.
Boss: Good, the coordinates are in the folder in front of you. Don't show anyone the contents within...they are confidential.
Vincent Trials: Aren't they all?
Vincent picked up the folder off the table and stood up, turning to the door and walking out of it. Vincent looked at the information and learned that the parts that had been bought were to construct a bomb of sorts. A bomb that could rival the atomic bomb to be exact. He shrugged, he had super human abilities, it did not matter to him if some shady mother fucker had a bomb, or not. Putting the information on the parts back into the folder he made his way down the stair well and out of the mansion, he would have to go to the warehouse from there, which was a long run away for a normal human, but for a super human like himself, it didn't really seem as long, and so he began his jog to the warehouse. While he was running to the warehouse he looked about himself at the beautiful Winter landscape that seemed to be endless to his right. A plain full of white, save a single tree that stood on a hill in the distance, it was beautiful with the sun shining brightly on the snow causing the snow to shine a bit. He paused for a second to stare at the snow, he remembered when he was a kid he used to make snow angels while Pence had been busy with training. He had always been more of a fun guy than a hitman, but Pence had been all business, but they had been friends once, rivals, but friends. That is what made it so hard to believe that Pence and him were once again on opposite sides of the spectrum, Pence was a part of Vesper now.
Vincent Trials: So the war is going to start all over again. This time I will be the one to kill you.
With that Vincent turned and began to run to the warehouse which was not too far in the distance when the camera turned to face Vincent's angle. Vincent had only been running a total of thirty minutes when he arrived at the warehouse and showing the guards the receipt for the bought parts he was allowed to enter the warehouse unfettered. When inside it would take Vincent four minutes total to search all of the aisles upon aisles of stolen Strange tech to find the parts he was suppose to deliver. Upon finding them he would have to check them out with the man in charge of all of the part sales. This required him to show the receipt again and to show him the parts manually, this also helped if he screwed up by grabbing the wrong part, because the man in charge of sales knew where every part in the warehouse was located at via a computer. After getting the parts checked out, they were placed in crates, and a truck was called to his location outside with the parts already packed inside crates in the back. He was handed the keys to the truck and told specifically which air strip the plane would arrive at to take him to the Switzerland would be on. After getting the number of the airstrip, Vincent got into the truck, and turned the ignition as he began to drive off to airstrip three.
This took him a little bit, but he finally arrived at the airstrip, and there he was greeted by the pilot and the crew, who began to take the crates on to the plane via forklifts. Vincent followed the pilot to the plane and got into the passenger hold of the plane, he sat down, and went into the mini bar to find a water, after retrieving what he had been searching for, he would open it, and begin to drink. One of the workers walked up to him and asked for his signature and he gave it to him with a nod. The scene fades to black with the plane taking off into the air on its way to its destination, Switzerland.
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*Pre-Recorded Transmission*
The scene opens up on the same room that it had opened up on before when Madok had been on the screen, but now sitting where Madok had once been sits Pence Weatherlight who is wearily rubbing his temples. He looks at the camera and gives a weak smile, before looking down, and then speaking calmly.
Pence: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to my final promotion here on Overdrive for this year! And man do we have a doozy of a fun time coming our way in deciphering this steaming pile of cow dung that was sent out by Biggs only a while ago. Well truly it is not going to be fun at all, I'm not going to lie, if anything this promo made me think of how tedious and boring a promo can actually be. Some people are just not meant to be on television and let me tell you, Biggs is just one of those guys...this whole promo reminded me of Meet the parents with Ben Stiller in it minus the funny. As you can tell my feeling towards this production are that of mild disphoria and complete nausieation. A matter of fact, after I got done watching this shit pile of a promotion, I went, and vomited. First of all it was ridiculously predictable with the whole "Family hates Pence" angle which only flies for one out of a billion families, and of course the predictable follow up to that angle was "Family loves Biggs", thank you Biggs for being as predictable as your God damn rants with your promo production. Please suck the creativity out of this business and bastardize other productions by stealing concepts please? But that is not even the tip of the iceberg of how much this promotion sucked, the very first thing that was overly ridiculous was the whole rant section of this promotion. So lets dive right into that and talk about it in detail.
Pence looks back at the camera and begins to speak.
Pence: I will give you this Biggs, you sure as hell are determined to sell yourself as the Overdrive Champion, it is too bad that no one in this universe is buying the bull shit that you are selling. Like what is this shit about you thinking I am refined, you called me a fucking vulture in your last promotion, and now you are holding me to a higher caliber than Michael Lively and Shadow? Are you even trying to make a legitimate argument or are you just so full of shit that you are spewing it out all over the God damn place? Honestly man, it is called consistency, you have to have it otherwise you are going to fucking lose, you can't change your story in the middle of a promotion because it suits your fancy. Vultures and being refined don't fit together, just like you and being straight. To be honest you saying that gay jokes are the best that I can do is once again showing that you are a humorless drone. You say that the jokes weren't funny? I'm sorry, but I strongly disagree with that statement, I think they were pretty damn funny, but then again when you can't be funny yourself how would you know what comedy is? You wouldn't and the way you react to the gay jokes is the best, it just makes the joke even more comedic, and trust me that was the only thing that was good about your promotion, your reaction. The rest was a little flaky and rather dull, but then again what else is new with a Biggs' promo!?
Then you said I called your girlfriend a whore and all I have to say is nothing can be further away from the truth, what I did mean was that she is a gold digger. But if you want to translate that into whore...God be with you, I just find it hilarious that you called your own girlfriend a whore when clearly all I meant was that she was a gold digger, but why the fuck am I explaining a joke to you? Now you know how hard it is to decipher the meaning behind words.
At the bottom of the screen in big, bold, red letters the phrase "Epic Foreshadowing" appears.
Pence: Then what happened after that Biggs? Don't tell me you don't know? Well in case you haven't been paying attention just here is what happened...you told everyone that I brought Level One into the mix when clearly that was untrue! First of all, in your whole first rant you talked so much about Level One that it made me want to off myself, and now you are trying to say I brought up Level One? Bull shit, you are the one who spent a clear two minutes discussing how great Level One was, and now you are doing the same bull shit now, except this time you are using an excuse that I brought him up as a reason to talk about him. Fuck you Biggs, I am not going to be pulled into this bull shit, I'm not going to be dragged into talking about Level One just because you have the hots for him. Also, I never said you wanted to sleep with him, I only said that there was a weird love triangle brewing behind the scenes between you three. This makes this conversation kind of awkward and doesn't help your "I'm straight" argument too well. Then you attacked my gay jokes calling them uncreative, wow, just wow, is this your defense against gay jokes to curl up into an anti-gay ball, and scream out I'm not gay at the top of your lungs? If it is, you might want to re-prioritize that defense of yours because all it did was make me laugh.
Also don't bring up the way I talk, the fact that I am being vulgar has nothing to with a match type setting, I do not do it to be clever, and the fact that you bring it up at all just makes you into more of a douche bag than you already are. It also doesn't represent me as a human being, so stop trying to make yourself sound superior because the only fucked up human being that is going to be standing in that ring at Christmas Chaos in our match is you. And as far as me being jealous of you or you being more intelligent than I am, nothing could be farther away from the truth. It is quite clear that Ellie is a rather unintelligent, favortist, piece of shit just like her "man" and if you were not gay, I would assume that you would marry her and have retarded babies because you are two peas in the same retarded pod. In all honesty the whole next section of the rant was rather stupid after this point, you all talked about how I managed to misread a statement that was so vague that the special ops. division of the army were trying to learn how to be as hard to understand or to see as it. Personally I could give less than a shit what you think of my tempo of wrestling because not only are you wrong about it, but you have no clue what the fuck you are talking about. I don't chain hit fucking power moves all match and I am sorry if all of my moves seem like power moves, it is pretty fucking hard not to use my power when it is obviously there, and there is nothing I can do about it. I guess to a twig like yourself everything would be a "power" move, plus the fuck are you talking about tactics for? Are you mental? Not only am I not using any tactic that you have mentioned, but at the same time you saying I'm a bland wrestler is counteracted by the fans and by the way I actually wrestler. It is sad to say how wrong someone can be when clearly the did so much "research" and by research I mean sat around and did no research. It is also sad when the whole point of discussing the tactics I don't use and how bland my wrestling style isn't, is to make yourself seem good.
So you want to call yourself an innovator and once again compare yourself to Level One in that category.
Pence sighs before continuing.
Pence: First off, no you are not an innovator, a shit talker maybe...a man who is going to lose at Christmas Chaos definitely, but an innovator, no. I just don't see it, nothing you do is innovative, it is just rehashed gimmicks, and cheating. Now if cheating is how you are innovative, sure thing, you are the king of innovation. But in respect of making new and more interesting moves, you are as boring as Jason Royce in one of his angry fits. Second of all, wrestling is not art, it is a fighting style and in that respect you are more of a novice and I am an expert. Don't think for one God damn second that in any realm of possibilities you are entertaining because you are not truly a wrestler, you are just a scared little boy playing wrestler. Wrestling like art...what the fuck is wrong with people these days, making comparisons between Da Vinci and their wrestling style. You want innovation, fine Biggs, I will give you innovation. I will show you just what I am capable of when I'm thinking outside the box. I don't need to take this bullshit from you or anyone, you want to be a dick, and you want to play like your the second coming of Christ for wrestling, do it on your own fucking watch. I don't need to take this bull shit from you and I sure as hell don't need to listen to this boring ass shit every day.
I've had enough, I'm tired of your girlfriend stroking your ego on fucking television, I'm tired of seeing you brag like you are invincible when clearly everything you have done up to this point has either been flawed or complete and utter shit. You want me to push myself Biggs, you want to come out, and tell me...that the only way I'm going to win is by pushing myself and through innovation. You don't want to cross this path Biggs, you don't want to get me angry, because unlike anyone else in the APW I will fucking devastate you. I will break you down bit by bit, listen to you scream in agony and pain, and make you a fucking human pretzel, how is that for innovation you snobbish prick! You are not better than me, you are not better than anyone, so if you don't mind, keep your God damn mouth shut before I rip off your arms and start beating you with them. I promise you this on Sunday the only person who will be layed out on the mat with his face looking up to the heavens is you Biggs because I will be all the way up the entrance ramp holding my God damn Overdrive title over my head with millions of fans chanting my name world wide.
You are not going to take that glory from me, Biggs because I refuse to just allow you to cake walk your way through another fucking match, you are done for on Sunday, and I am counting the seconds till I get to break you in the middle of that ring. Mock my intelligence if you wish because apparently that is truly like the pot calling the kettle black. If you had even an inch of sense you would realize that you are fucking wrong, but you know what, that is too much to ask of a guy who is in a stable called the "Axis of Awesome". My fighting style requires me to predict moves you dip shit, while yours is more of the spray and pray variety. I am a boxer you retard and a boxer has to know when to weave and which direction to do it, to dodge an attack, this requires thinking skills, and once again proves that you have no clue who the fuck you are fighting.
Benny: He really doesn't honestly, the guy is relying on his girlfriend to make points and stroke his ego. I mean she literally said you taking the championship made her vomit, but I am pretty sure that was just the smell of Biggs' promotion getting the best of her.
Pence: Also what is this about you bringing legitimacy and honor to the Overdrive belt, if anything you have degraded it with your antics. Don't fucking try to bull shit the fans into believing anything you have done is legitimate or honorable with that title because it is one hundred percent not true. Furthermore the fact that you believe it to be second in prestige is all in the eye of the beholder, personally I view it as being equals with the World Heavyweight Championship, but with the acceptance of it being a second tier championship all you have managed to do is lower the prestige of that championship and dishonor its heritage. Also stop referring to the Overdrive title as yours, because after Sunday it will be mine because you have no chance in hell of beating me.
Benny: Take it from me Biggs, Pence is going to beat your ass like a salvation army drum, and then take what is his...the Overdrive Championship.
Pence: But you are right Biggs about one thing, I don't care about "your" Overdrive title, I care about the real Overdrive title, the one that is in spirit, and not around your feminine waist. Plus that clip, you managed to misjudge what I meant, by saying that I didn't care if you had it, I simply meant that I would get it even if you didn't have it around your waist. Nothing more and nothing less, I didn't spit on its honor, I simply made a silent promise that I would be Overdrive champion eventually. And I intend to come through with my promise this Sunday for the fans and the honor of that belt. But once again you are right about one thing and that is Shadow did not deserve the belt, but at least he realized that the belt was worth fighting for and didn't flush his chances down the drain like you are now.
I mean your whole reason for judging me unworthy is a "character" problem, well fuck you, my unprovoked attack are not sign of bad character, rather they are signs of the things that are going to happen to you at Christmas Chaos. You should not be scorning me, but rather trying your best to prepare for the can of whoop ass I am going to open up on you. And please stop whining about who I am! Just get the fuck over it, I can be as dark and broody as I can be because that is who I am, and if you have a problem with that, then your just shit out of luck. Its not my fault you decided to be a jerk inside the ring and it is not my fault that the fans adore me for putting people like you in their mother fucking place. The fact of the manner is, I do what I want, when I want, I don't care what the people I attack feel about me, but that does not mean that I am a bad guy. It just means that I am making an example out of them, take a look at Joe, he didn't cut a promotion, he got attacked, look at Draven, he didn't cut a promotion, he got attacked. Then what happened when you decided to only invite a select few to a Thanksgiving party when clearly you should have invited everyone...you got fucking attacked. Do you not see a pattern? Can you not put one and one together to make two? I am not a bad person, rather I am the hero of this fucking show. Also don't mock the fans of the APW because without them you wouldn't have the money to cut this promotion and host this boring ass Internet show, you would be at McDonalds flipping mother fucking burgers.
Don't count your chickens before they hatch though Biggs, because it doesn't matter how determined you are to walk out of that ring APW Overdrive Champion because you are going to be rolling home in a wheel chair empty handed. I will be Overdrive Champion and there is nothing you can do to stop that inevitable truth from coming true. And that is because I have more in ring talent in my left pinky than in your whole God damn body. And as far as you beating Michael Lively I didn't just miss him on purpose, I missed him because I don't feel Michael Lively is a real champion, but that is just me. And as for your falls count anywhere match against Shadow, I knew you were going to win anyway so it doesn't make a damn bit of difference to me anyway. Don't worry though Biggs, I intend to distill greatness into that belt, and truly prove why the Overdrive title is better than the World Heavyweight Championship. And with or without your fucking permission I am taking that belt, I don't care how you feel, and I don't care what you believe, because after Sunday you will be nothing more than a blip on my radar because I will be the one and only...Overdrive Champion. On Sunday you will finally realize the folly of your ways and who is truly deserving of that title, so you might as well be ready because once the Reaper is done with you, your body will be destroyed, and your soul will be cast into hell! So cross your t's and dot your i's on that rematch form of yours, because you are going to be needing it after the ref raises my hand on Sunday and proclaims me, the Reaper, THE OVERDRIVE CHAMPION! Sleep tight Biggs and enjoy the final days of being champion because this champion is abut to rise again!
The feed bursts to static as Pence lets out a maniacal laugh.
*Scene Bursts to static*
The scene opens up on the long hallway that had been viewed in the first promo, but this time it not focused on the door at the end of the hallway, but the fifth door before that room. The door is closed much like every door in the hallway, but the sounds are not that of arguing this time. As the door opens and the camera steps in it becomes plainly obvious that this room is used for interrogation, right now it is occupied by two men. One man is from the Highway, the only man to have been incapacitated by Lionheart during the event, he is strapped to a steel chair so that he can not move, and even if he did move and get out of the room the Vesper guards would get him and bring him back. The second man is Madok Mortalis, who is wearing a business suit, and holding a cigar in his hand, he looks rather displeased with the prisoner, and as he begins to speak again his irritation is noted.
Madok: You are making this hard on yourself. All we need to know is where the Strange Tech is and who is your supplier. That is all we need then we can set you free, but so far you have been unwilling to cooperate. That is using the word "unwilling" a little too loosely, more like you just don't want to speak.
The prisoner looked at Madok, clearly understanding what he was saying, but not wanting to speak. Madok glared him and slapped him across the face with a audible 'thud', the man's head turns to the right by how hard Madok had slapped him, and he turns his head back around to see that Madok is smiling.
Madok: Personally I am enjoying the silence...it just gives me the right to get more and more rough.
The prisoner spits some blood on the concrete floor from the hit and Madok shakes his head in disappointment.
Madok: In a few minutes we will know who you work for and where you come from thanks to your fingerprints. We will find out eventually who your supplier is, but it would be easier for you to just tell us so that we can cut out the middle man.
The man looks at him and then spits on the floor at his feet, Madok doesn't take too kindly to that as he punches the man across the face, toppling the chair over, and the prisoner. The prisoner falls on the side of his face and he curses, Madok walks over and puts him back up straight.
Madok: Listen to me you little shit, if you do not cooperate, I swear to God I will ensure you get the death penalty. I could care less if you ever see light again after today, I am not the morale compass of the group, he is in the back. Me personally, I think we should just torture the hell out of you. Like in the old days, with electricity, and maybe a couple gun shots to the knee caps and the shoulders. I have been patient with you thus far, but that patience is wearing thin.
The man looks at him as Madok walks out of the room through a door on the left side of the room, the camera follows him, and enters into the small room within the larger room. Inside stand Lionheart, Pence, and Stitches, who all are looking at the prisoner with intensity and anger. Madok takes a seat in a chair that is in the room and sighs.
Madok: The guy is not going to talk. The normal methods just aren't going to cut it in this situation.
Pence: So what do you want us to do?
A sinister smile spreads across his face.
Madok: Torture.
Lionheart: That is completely out of the question.
Madok: You have a better idea Sherlock? This fucker is not going to hand us over any information if we continue taking the normal route. We have to fuck him up to get him to talk.
Pence: You already fucked him up quite a bit already.
Madok: I was trying to coax him into talking with my fists, apparently that didn't work.
Stitches: I can do it.
All eyes turned to Stitches who was still staring at the prisoner, his fists clenched, and his eyes narrowed.
Lionheart: You can do what?
Stitches: I can perform the torture.
Pence: No, no, no! There has to be another way.
Stitches: Trust me, there isn't. This guy is going to remain silent unless if we do something drastic and painful. Sorry to say it, but this guy won't talk unless we do.
Pence shakes his head in disagreement, but it is clear that it is the only way to get the man to talk. Stitches moves past the men and out the door, but not before telling the others to bring him his "things" from his locker. Madok goes off to grab these things as Stitches stands in front of the man and then kneels down to get at face level with him. For a moment, he doesn't say anything, but then begins to speak lowly.
Stitches: You have pissed off the wrong folks, douche bag.
The eyes of the man widen as Madok walks in with a bag and a suit case. Stitches takes the bag from Madok and Madok goes back to the room behind the wall to listen to the conversation with the others. Stitches slowly opens the bag to reveal bottles of different liquid and after a minute he place a bottle full of black liquid and a bottle full of green liquid on the floor. Stitches puts the bag aside as he opens up the suitcase and reveals 2 syringes, which he promptly fills full of the liquid in the bottles. After filling both of them with separate liquids, Stitches puts the syringes on his lap, needle facing away from him.
Stitches: I'm going to make it simple on you because I know how you fuckers think. If you don't answer my question, you will get a small dose of this...
Stitches holds up the syringe full of green liquid.
Stitches: And let me tell you the sensations you will feel after getting the injection are not going to be pleasant. Let me describe what will happen to you, if you don't answer my questions. With a small dose this liquid will start to attack your nerve ends and at that it will cause an excruciating amount of pain for you. If you don't answer my question again, I will inject another dose, but this time it will feel different, you will begin to bleed from your eyes, ears, and mouth as the pain spreads to your brain and attacks your brain cells. If you don't answer the third question, you will most likely be dead. Do I make my self absolutely clear?
Prisoner: What about the black liquid...
A smile spread across Stitches face and then he began again.
Stitches: Inside of this is Strange's happy juice...I can inject this into you and you will lose your mind.
The prisoner took a gulp as he weighed his options, he didn't want to die, and he didn't want to go crazy either so his choices were very slim. Meanwhile Stitches checked to see if the syringes were clogged and then asked the questions.
Stitches: Who is your supplier and where is the Strange Tech?
The man went wide eyed as the needle of the syringe began to head towards a vein in his arm and as the needle was about to pierce the skin he began to yell.
Prisoner: I don't know who the supplier is or where the Strange tech is!
Stitches quirked a brow as he put the syringe back in his lap and began to speak again.
Stitches: What do you mean, "you don't know"?
Prisoner: I am just a low level muscle for the Colombian Drug Cartel...I don't know shit about nothing. The boss told us that we were delivering Strange Tech to Colombia, but we thought it was in the back the whole time. I swear! The boss doesn't tell any of us anything about suppliers and nobody asks unless they want to be shot.
The camera changes to inside the room where Madok, Pence, and Lionheart watch on, listening closely to the conversation going on between Stitches and the prisoner. The listening is cut short as a soldier walks in holding some documents and hands them over to Lionheart who nods his head and then dismisses the soldier. He hands the papers to Madok and then Madok hands them to Pence.
Pence: So he is telling the truth?
Lionheart: It would seem so, Reaper. He is a low level muscle for the Cartel, but that raises a lot of questions of what the Cartel wants with Strange Tech.
Madok: I don't know, but whatever it is...it can't be good. Nothing good ever comes from those that deal with illegal drugs.
Lionheart: Vesper has dealt with the drug cartel on numerous occasions, are job is to stop terrorism, and we managed to stop them before, but now things are getting harder. Strange Tech is going to make the Cartel even more dangerous and the likelihood of stopping them from now on is going to go down considerably.
Pence: I guess the only route we can take is to stop them before things get out of hand. Destroy the Strange Tech and finding the supplier.
Lionheart: It looks like a mission to Colombia is inevitable at this point. It is our only chance of finding the supplier and putting an end to all of this before something bad happens.
They all nodded their heads as they exited the room and joined Stitches in the concrete room with the prisoner. The prisoner looked at all of their faces with concern for his own life.
Pence: We need to know who your boss is before we let you go, so we can find him, and find out where the supplier is.
Prisoner: I can help with that! My boss is Mr. Remirez and his right hand man is Jose Remora, now please let me go!
Lionheart: One more question and then we will transport you to Mexico city via helicopter...where can we find these two?
Prisoner: They are always at the base in the capital, they don't like to be near the drugs because if they get found they don't want anyone to trace them to the drugs.
Lionheart nodded his head as he began to yell.
Lionheart: Guard! Take this prisoner to the hangar, make sure to knock him out so that he can't find his way back here to the base.
The guard entered the room and after hearing his orders, took the man out of the chair, and began to walk him to the hangar. The scene fades to black as the four men began to start a conversation about their battle plan for the next part of the mission.
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*Pre-Recorded Transmission*
The scene opens on an empty room, the lights are out, and the sound of footsteps can be heard as the lights come on, and Madok appears in front of the camera holding a bottle of coca-cola. He looks at the camera for a second and then notices that it is on, he sits down, and looks deeper into the screen for a second. He then begins to speak very loud.
Madok: This thing on? Damn Benny leaving his shit rolling. Pence! Benny left his camera rolling.
Pence: I'm busy watching Biggs' second promotion, analysis is key at this point.
Madok: I don't know how you can watch another second of that shit heap of a promotion, ah fuck it. You don't mind if I add my two cents in?
Pence: No of course not, but don't you want to watch his promo first?
Madok: And risk getting eye AIDs from the pure fail of his promotion? No, thanks...I think I will take my chances with winging it.
Pence: Suit yourself.
Madok clears his throat and then grins widely as he begins.
Madok: Hello Biggs...and welcome to another promotion of "Who the fuck gives a shit!?" with your host Madok Mortalis! And on todays edition I'm going to be beating your ass and giving you a new hole to shit from, which will make three holes, your mouth, your asshole, and the hole I am going to be making with my foot. First off I would like to address your blatant fuck up of my name of which I am slightly disappointed in. I mean this may have been said before, but if you had watched the videos you would know my name is Madok Mortalis, not Modak. It is one thing to blatantly lie about actually doing research and it is another to get caught by fucking up of your own accord without any pressure what so ever. Don't lie to me or my boy Pence we see through your idiotic banter to the true point, we know you didn't do research, and we know that all of this bringing up of records is only because you have no other material to run with. But I guess that is what happens when you get used to fighting shitty opponents like Shadow. The fact of the matter is you have managed to coast by this whole fucking time because no one has managed to push you to the limit and this in turn has allowed you to think that your shit doesn't stink. It has also in a positive way given you credit that you do not deserve, putting a chip on your fucking shoulder.
I am sorry, but I just don't see how in any tense you stand a chance against Pence. Pence is stronger, smarter, and precise to a key, your previous analysis of his talent is rather one sided, and does not hold enough merit to be a legitimate analization of the abilities of Pence Weatherlight. Furthermore, his ability to win the big one has been hindered by his heartbreak and sorrow, and even in those situations Pence has managed to come out with entertaining match after entertaining match. The fact the matter is you blotched your first rant and I can tell that your second is not going to be much better, you may be pressured a little bit more after seeing how successful Pence's first production was and this may cause you to actually do a worth while promotion, but that is thinking too far ahead, and since I neither have the time or the want to watch your piece of shit Internet shows or to listen to your obvious favoritism towards the scum of this production, I will never know. It is quite obvious that you will never give Pence the credit he is deserving of and it is obvious that you will always view yourself and your villainous brothers as being superior to everyone on the show. I don't need to waste my breath going over shit that you will in the end deny because you are too unwilling to admit your flaws, even though Pence has easily hit the nail on the head about you repeatedly.
Like it or not, Pence is right about you one hundred percent, you are a second tier champion who has fooled himself into believing he is a first tier champion, and the fact of the matter is that will never change. It is impossible to go back at this point, you've dug yourself a six foot deep hole to bury yourself in or bought enough rope to hang yourself with, take your pick of metaphors, but one factor stays the same and that is after Christmas Chaos Pence is going to be Overdrive Champion. And that is not just because he is a great man, but because he has done things for this business that you will never be able to amount to. Like competing in the King of the Cage tournament, representing APW, and fighting on another show and winning an award for being one of the most successful wrestlers of that month. I would like to see you be on two shows at once and still manage to pick up wins, hell I would like to see you compete in a cage match for four weeks straight, and still find time to cut promotions and fight here on Overdrive. It is ridiculous to even think you hold a candle to Pence and it is even more ridiculous to think you are more deserving of the Overdrive title when the only reason you are still holding that belt is because you have fought the same man for almost a half a year in the Overdrive title picture.
Pence is a breath of fresh air to this division that has been duly needed since the beginning of your long and luke warm title reigns. No offense but the Overdrive title picture has been boring ever since you and Shadow started fighting, it was entertaining at first, but it has slowly been going down hill every time you have fought with it around your waist. Shadow, blatantly boring as he may be, was at least a half decent competitor in the ring, but you have managed to win by using technicalities and cheating. You even cheated when the title was not on the line, stacking the deck in your favor in a tag match! A fucking tag match! Uncharacteristically distracted indeed, my moronic friend, that is just a fancy way of saying you fucked up, and lost. I'm done listening to your excuses, they hold no merit anyway, and you just pull them out of your ass. In all honesty, I would not be surprised if Pence breaks you in half, he doesn't care for you too much, and your blatant arrogance and your high horse routine have managed to strike a nerve with Pence. He doesn't like arrogant cock bites like you, who would have thought!?
Pence has got this in the bag and in all seriousness you should be praying to God that he doesn't steam roll right over you like he did to Victor on the last Overdrive. You may have the ego of a main eventer but you don't have shit on Pence when it comes to skill and talent, so stop fooling yourself because at Christmas Chaos, Pence is going to go into the New Year as an Overdrive Champion. And I could give less than a fuck of you and your Axis of Failure's opinions in the matter. This is Madok Mortalis, saying fuck off Biggs, and go choke on a cock.
The scene fades to black with Madok flicking off the camera and Pence still watching Biggs' second promotion.
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*Unknown Location, Afternoon*
He had been called in for a meeting with his boss and it had been a while since that had happened to him. Vincent Trials the man in the half-mask and former training partner of Pence Weatherlight, had been walking across the courtyard of the mansion belonging to the boss, when he had heard about the bosses need to see him, and in haste he had ran through the courtyard to the mansion interior, which was filled with servants cleaning up the mansion at the behest of their master. Vincent ignored the peons and made his way up stairs passed the paintings of the long deceased wife of the boss. When he reached the top of the stairwell he found himself staring down a hall and at the end he saw Oniki, the body guard of the boss. Oniki was an excellent fighter much like Vincent himself and had been chosen at birth to guard the boss with his life, from that day he had been trained by martial artists, gun experts, and tacticians from around the globe. Oniki was a walking, talking war machine and was not afraid to flaunt his physical prowess, even if Oniki was only a regular human and not enhanced by the power of the Deity Virus he still posed to be a formidable foe to anyone he fought.
Oniki: You are late.
Vincent Trials: I had only just learned that the boss has been calling for me.
Oniki: You know better than most that boss' does not like to be kept waiting and he has been waiting for you for three minutes already.
Voice: Let him in Oniki, the fact that he is late is no need to hold him up any longer outside. There are matters we have to discuss of importance, so you are dismissed.
Oniki: Are you sure?
Voice: Yes, I am sure old friend. Now leave us.
Oniki nodded his head and brushed passed Vincent who made his way into the library of the mansion. The library was vast and held many classics and many different painting painted by some of the greats of the modern and classical eras. Vincent could see that the boss was rather irritated by the way he was staring at him and as he walked in he did not know how to address the boss. Normally the boss was friendly toward him, but right now he did not know what to expect.
Boss: Do you know why I have called you here, Vincent?
Vincent Trials: No, I do not.
Boss: Is it that easy to forget the men and women you have killed?
Vincent Trials: This is because of Mr. Remirez is it not?
Boss: Yes it is and I am extremely disappointed with how you handled the situation. Let alone the fact that you double crossed the men we have been doing business with for more than three years.
Vincent Trials: I did not trust their men in delivering the product and as you can see my previous speculation of their men was proven when Vesper arrived.
Boss: That does not matter! You killed Mr. Remirez and now we don't have any cash on delivery! Also how am I suppose to sell us now as a trust worthy business partner when you have killed a man who we were doing business with?
Vincent Trials: I do not know sir...
Boss: Damn right you don't! Do you know how many buyers of Strange tech quit the inner circle of buyers this morning when the news hit? Seven, seven potential buyers instantly backed out on the whole deal. You have cost me a considerable amount of dollar and I don't know if I will be able to trust you with the simple tasks of retrieving payments now without a supervisor.
Vincent looked down and then began to speak in a low tone.
Vincent Trials: Sir, don't worry about it. It will never happen again, and I ensure you that I can handle the tasks of cash pick ups by myself and without a supervisor. Besides a supervisor would slow me down more than help me.
Boss: Alright, Vincent. This one time you will be forgiven, but for now on make sure you don't make a move without my authorization. You understand?
Vincent Trials: Yes, sir.
Vincent looked up to see the boss motion for him to take a seat and he did, slowly, and steadily. The boss then began to speak again.
Boss: Even with all of the fucks up I have managed to find a buyer for the Strange tech that the Cartel was going to buy in Switzerland.
Vincent Trials: Interesting.
Boss: Indeed, I am putting you in charge of delivering the tech to the buyer. He asked for a very small shipment, but the pieces he bought are very destructive. So be careful in handling the tech. Also if he attempts to double cross you, do not hesitate to blow him away. We are dealing with a shady group of individuals, much more shady than the Cartel.
Vincent Trials: I will be careful.
Boss: Good, the coordinates are in the folder in front of you. Don't show anyone the contents within...they are confidential.
Vincent Trials: Aren't they all?
Vincent picked up the folder off the table and stood up, turning to the door and walking out of it. Vincent looked at the information and learned that the parts that had been bought were to construct a bomb of sorts. A bomb that could rival the atomic bomb to be exact. He shrugged, he had super human abilities, it did not matter to him if some shady mother fucker had a bomb, or not. Putting the information on the parts back into the folder he made his way down the stair well and out of the mansion, he would have to go to the warehouse from there, which was a long run away for a normal human, but for a super human like himself, it didn't really seem as long, and so he began his jog to the warehouse. While he was running to the warehouse he looked about himself at the beautiful Winter landscape that seemed to be endless to his right. A plain full of white, save a single tree that stood on a hill in the distance, it was beautiful with the sun shining brightly on the snow causing the snow to shine a bit. He paused for a second to stare at the snow, he remembered when he was a kid he used to make snow angels while Pence had been busy with training. He had always been more of a fun guy than a hitman, but Pence had been all business, but they had been friends once, rivals, but friends. That is what made it so hard to believe that Pence and him were once again on opposite sides of the spectrum, Pence was a part of Vesper now.
Vincent Trials: So the war is going to start all over again. This time I will be the one to kill you.
With that Vincent turned and began to run to the warehouse which was not too far in the distance when the camera turned to face Vincent's angle. Vincent had only been running a total of thirty minutes when he arrived at the warehouse and showing the guards the receipt for the bought parts he was allowed to enter the warehouse unfettered. When inside it would take Vincent four minutes total to search all of the aisles upon aisles of stolen Strange tech to find the parts he was suppose to deliver. Upon finding them he would have to check them out with the man in charge of all of the part sales. This required him to show the receipt again and to show him the parts manually, this also helped if he screwed up by grabbing the wrong part, because the man in charge of sales knew where every part in the warehouse was located at via a computer. After getting the parts checked out, they were placed in crates, and a truck was called to his location outside with the parts already packed inside crates in the back. He was handed the keys to the truck and told specifically which air strip the plane would arrive at to take him to the Switzerland would be on. After getting the number of the airstrip, Vincent got into the truck, and turned the ignition as he began to drive off to airstrip three.
This took him a little bit, but he finally arrived at the airstrip, and there he was greeted by the pilot and the crew, who began to take the crates on to the plane via forklifts. Vincent followed the pilot to the plane and got into the passenger hold of the plane, he sat down, and went into the mini bar to find a water, after retrieving what he had been searching for, he would open it, and begin to drink. One of the workers walked up to him and asked for his signature and he gave it to him with a nod. The scene fades to black with the plane taking off into the air on its way to its destination, Switzerland.
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*Pre-Recorded Transmission*
The scene opens up on the same room that it had opened up on before when Madok had been on the screen, but now sitting where Madok had once been sits Pence Weatherlight who is wearily rubbing his temples. He looks at the camera and gives a weak smile, before looking down, and then speaking calmly.
Pence: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to my final promotion here on Overdrive for this year! And man do we have a doozy of a fun time coming our way in deciphering this steaming pile of cow dung that was sent out by Biggs only a while ago. Well truly it is not going to be fun at all, I'm not going to lie, if anything this promo made me think of how tedious and boring a promo can actually be. Some people are just not meant to be on television and let me tell you, Biggs is just one of those guys...this whole promo reminded me of Meet the parents with Ben Stiller in it minus the funny. As you can tell my feeling towards this production are that of mild disphoria and complete nausieation. A matter of fact, after I got done watching this shit pile of a promotion, I went, and vomited. First of all it was ridiculously predictable with the whole "Family hates Pence" angle which only flies for one out of a billion families, and of course the predictable follow up to that angle was "Family loves Biggs", thank you Biggs for being as predictable as your God damn rants with your promo production. Please suck the creativity out of this business and bastardize other productions by stealing concepts please? But that is not even the tip of the iceberg of how much this promotion sucked, the very first thing that was overly ridiculous was the whole rant section of this promotion. So lets dive right into that and talk about it in detail.
Pence looks back at the camera and begins to speak.
Pence: I will give you this Biggs, you sure as hell are determined to sell yourself as the Overdrive Champion, it is too bad that no one in this universe is buying the bull shit that you are selling. Like what is this shit about you thinking I am refined, you called me a fucking vulture in your last promotion, and now you are holding me to a higher caliber than Michael Lively and Shadow? Are you even trying to make a legitimate argument or are you just so full of shit that you are spewing it out all over the God damn place? Honestly man, it is called consistency, you have to have it otherwise you are going to fucking lose, you can't change your story in the middle of a promotion because it suits your fancy. Vultures and being refined don't fit together, just like you and being straight. To be honest you saying that gay jokes are the best that I can do is once again showing that you are a humorless drone. You say that the jokes weren't funny? I'm sorry, but I strongly disagree with that statement, I think they were pretty damn funny, but then again when you can't be funny yourself how would you know what comedy is? You wouldn't and the way you react to the gay jokes is the best, it just makes the joke even more comedic, and trust me that was the only thing that was good about your promotion, your reaction. The rest was a little flaky and rather dull, but then again what else is new with a Biggs' promo!?
Then you said I called your girlfriend a whore and all I have to say is nothing can be further away from the truth, what I did mean was that she is a gold digger. But if you want to translate that into whore...God be with you, I just find it hilarious that you called your own girlfriend a whore when clearly all I meant was that she was a gold digger, but why the fuck am I explaining a joke to you? Now you know how hard it is to decipher the meaning behind words.
At the bottom of the screen in big, bold, red letters the phrase "Epic Foreshadowing" appears.
Pence: Then what happened after that Biggs? Don't tell me you don't know? Well in case you haven't been paying attention just here is what happened...you told everyone that I brought Level One into the mix when clearly that was untrue! First of all, in your whole first rant you talked so much about Level One that it made me want to off myself, and now you are trying to say I brought up Level One? Bull shit, you are the one who spent a clear two minutes discussing how great Level One was, and now you are doing the same bull shit now, except this time you are using an excuse that I brought him up as a reason to talk about him. Fuck you Biggs, I am not going to be pulled into this bull shit, I'm not going to be dragged into talking about Level One just because you have the hots for him. Also, I never said you wanted to sleep with him, I only said that there was a weird love triangle brewing behind the scenes between you three. This makes this conversation kind of awkward and doesn't help your "I'm straight" argument too well. Then you attacked my gay jokes calling them uncreative, wow, just wow, is this your defense against gay jokes to curl up into an anti-gay ball, and scream out I'm not gay at the top of your lungs? If it is, you might want to re-prioritize that defense of yours because all it did was make me laugh.
Also don't bring up the way I talk, the fact that I am being vulgar has nothing to with a match type setting, I do not do it to be clever, and the fact that you bring it up at all just makes you into more of a douche bag than you already are. It also doesn't represent me as a human being, so stop trying to make yourself sound superior because the only fucked up human being that is going to be standing in that ring at Christmas Chaos in our match is you. And as far as me being jealous of you or you being more intelligent than I am, nothing could be farther away from the truth. It is quite clear that Ellie is a rather unintelligent, favortist, piece of shit just like her "man" and if you were not gay, I would assume that you would marry her and have retarded babies because you are two peas in the same retarded pod. In all honesty the whole next section of the rant was rather stupid after this point, you all talked about how I managed to misread a statement that was so vague that the special ops. division of the army were trying to learn how to be as hard to understand or to see as it. Personally I could give less than a shit what you think of my tempo of wrestling because not only are you wrong about it, but you have no clue what the fuck you are talking about. I don't chain hit fucking power moves all match and I am sorry if all of my moves seem like power moves, it is pretty fucking hard not to use my power when it is obviously there, and there is nothing I can do about it. I guess to a twig like yourself everything would be a "power" move, plus the fuck are you talking about tactics for? Are you mental? Not only am I not using any tactic that you have mentioned, but at the same time you saying I'm a bland wrestler is counteracted by the fans and by the way I actually wrestler. It is sad to say how wrong someone can be when clearly the did so much "research" and by research I mean sat around and did no research. It is also sad when the whole point of discussing the tactics I don't use and how bland my wrestling style isn't, is to make yourself seem good.
So you want to call yourself an innovator and once again compare yourself to Level One in that category.
Pence sighs before continuing.
Pence: First off, no you are not an innovator, a shit talker maybe...a man who is going to lose at Christmas Chaos definitely, but an innovator, no. I just don't see it, nothing you do is innovative, it is just rehashed gimmicks, and cheating. Now if cheating is how you are innovative, sure thing, you are the king of innovation. But in respect of making new and more interesting moves, you are as boring as Jason Royce in one of his angry fits. Second of all, wrestling is not art, it is a fighting style and in that respect you are more of a novice and I am an expert. Don't think for one God damn second that in any realm of possibilities you are entertaining because you are not truly a wrestler, you are just a scared little boy playing wrestler. Wrestling like art...what the fuck is wrong with people these days, making comparisons between Da Vinci and their wrestling style. You want innovation, fine Biggs, I will give you innovation. I will show you just what I am capable of when I'm thinking outside the box. I don't need to take this bullshit from you or anyone, you want to be a dick, and you want to play like your the second coming of Christ for wrestling, do it on your own fucking watch. I don't need to take this bull shit from you and I sure as hell don't need to listen to this boring ass shit every day.
I've had enough, I'm tired of your girlfriend stroking your ego on fucking television, I'm tired of seeing you brag like you are invincible when clearly everything you have done up to this point has either been flawed or complete and utter shit. You want me to push myself Biggs, you want to come out, and tell me...that the only way I'm going to win is by pushing myself and through innovation. You don't want to cross this path Biggs, you don't want to get me angry, because unlike anyone else in the APW I will fucking devastate you. I will break you down bit by bit, listen to you scream in agony and pain, and make you a fucking human pretzel, how is that for innovation you snobbish prick! You are not better than me, you are not better than anyone, so if you don't mind, keep your God damn mouth shut before I rip off your arms and start beating you with them. I promise you this on Sunday the only person who will be layed out on the mat with his face looking up to the heavens is you Biggs because I will be all the way up the entrance ramp holding my God damn Overdrive title over my head with millions of fans chanting my name world wide.
You are not going to take that glory from me, Biggs because I refuse to just allow you to cake walk your way through another fucking match, you are done for on Sunday, and I am counting the seconds till I get to break you in the middle of that ring. Mock my intelligence if you wish because apparently that is truly like the pot calling the kettle black. If you had even an inch of sense you would realize that you are fucking wrong, but you know what, that is too much to ask of a guy who is in a stable called the "Axis of Awesome". My fighting style requires me to predict moves you dip shit, while yours is more of the spray and pray variety. I am a boxer you retard and a boxer has to know when to weave and which direction to do it, to dodge an attack, this requires thinking skills, and once again proves that you have no clue who the fuck you are fighting.
Benny: He really doesn't honestly, the guy is relying on his girlfriend to make points and stroke his ego. I mean she literally said you taking the championship made her vomit, but I am pretty sure that was just the smell of Biggs' promotion getting the best of her.
Pence: Also what is this about you bringing legitimacy and honor to the Overdrive belt, if anything you have degraded it with your antics. Don't fucking try to bull shit the fans into believing anything you have done is legitimate or honorable with that title because it is one hundred percent not true. Furthermore the fact that you believe it to be second in prestige is all in the eye of the beholder, personally I view it as being equals with the World Heavyweight Championship, but with the acceptance of it being a second tier championship all you have managed to do is lower the prestige of that championship and dishonor its heritage. Also stop referring to the Overdrive title as yours, because after Sunday it will be mine because you have no chance in hell of beating me.
Benny: Take it from me Biggs, Pence is going to beat your ass like a salvation army drum, and then take what is his...the Overdrive Championship.
Pence: But you are right Biggs about one thing, I don't care about "your" Overdrive title, I care about the real Overdrive title, the one that is in spirit, and not around your feminine waist. Plus that clip, you managed to misjudge what I meant, by saying that I didn't care if you had it, I simply meant that I would get it even if you didn't have it around your waist. Nothing more and nothing less, I didn't spit on its honor, I simply made a silent promise that I would be Overdrive champion eventually. And I intend to come through with my promise this Sunday for the fans and the honor of that belt. But once again you are right about one thing and that is Shadow did not deserve the belt, but at least he realized that the belt was worth fighting for and didn't flush his chances down the drain like you are now.
I mean your whole reason for judging me unworthy is a "character" problem, well fuck you, my unprovoked attack are not sign of bad character, rather they are signs of the things that are going to happen to you at Christmas Chaos. You should not be scorning me, but rather trying your best to prepare for the can of whoop ass I am going to open up on you. And please stop whining about who I am! Just get the fuck over it, I can be as dark and broody as I can be because that is who I am, and if you have a problem with that, then your just shit out of luck. Its not my fault you decided to be a jerk inside the ring and it is not my fault that the fans adore me for putting people like you in their mother fucking place. The fact of the manner is, I do what I want, when I want, I don't care what the people I attack feel about me, but that does not mean that I am a bad guy. It just means that I am making an example out of them, take a look at Joe, he didn't cut a promotion, he got attacked, look at Draven, he didn't cut a promotion, he got attacked. Then what happened when you decided to only invite a select few to a Thanksgiving party when clearly you should have invited everyone...you got fucking attacked. Do you not see a pattern? Can you not put one and one together to make two? I am not a bad person, rather I am the hero of this fucking show. Also don't mock the fans of the APW because without them you wouldn't have the money to cut this promotion and host this boring ass Internet show, you would be at McDonalds flipping mother fucking burgers.
Don't count your chickens before they hatch though Biggs, because it doesn't matter how determined you are to walk out of that ring APW Overdrive Champion because you are going to be rolling home in a wheel chair empty handed. I will be Overdrive Champion and there is nothing you can do to stop that inevitable truth from coming true. And that is because I have more in ring talent in my left pinky than in your whole God damn body. And as far as you beating Michael Lively I didn't just miss him on purpose, I missed him because I don't feel Michael Lively is a real champion, but that is just me. And as for your falls count anywhere match against Shadow, I knew you were going to win anyway so it doesn't make a damn bit of difference to me anyway. Don't worry though Biggs, I intend to distill greatness into that belt, and truly prove why the Overdrive title is better than the World Heavyweight Championship. And with or without your fucking permission I am taking that belt, I don't care how you feel, and I don't care what you believe, because after Sunday you will be nothing more than a blip on my radar because I will be the one and only...Overdrive Champion. On Sunday you will finally realize the folly of your ways and who is truly deserving of that title, so you might as well be ready because once the Reaper is done with you, your body will be destroyed, and your soul will be cast into hell! So cross your t's and dot your i's on that rematch form of yours, because you are going to be needing it after the ref raises my hand on Sunday and proclaims me, the Reaper, THE OVERDRIVE CHAMPION! Sleep tight Biggs and enjoy the final days of being champion because this champion is abut to rise again!
The feed bursts to static as Pence lets out a maniacal laugh.
*Scene Bursts to static*
The First Noel, the Angels did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the East beyond them far
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
And by the light of that same star
Three Wise men came from country far
To seek for a King was their intent
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
This star drew nigh to the northwest
O'er Bethlehem it took its rest
And there it did both Pause and stay
Right o'er the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
Then entered in those Wise men three
Full reverently upon their knee
And offered there in His presence
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord
That hath made Heaven and earth of nought
And with his blood mankind has bought.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the East beyond them far
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
And by the light of that same star
Three Wise men came from country far
To seek for a King was their intent
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
This star drew nigh to the northwest
O'er Bethlehem it took its rest
And there it did both Pause and stay
Right o'er the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
Then entered in those Wise men three
Full reverently upon their knee
And offered there in His presence
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord
That hath made Heaven and earth of nought
And with his blood mankind has bought.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
