Post by Nick Watson on Oct 22, 2011 19:36:15 GMT -4
The scene opens up in the streets of Tokyo on a Saturday morning. The streets are jammed with people, trying to make it to work, or to a destination for where they can possibly just enjoy their weekend. Cars lay in wait behind lights and inside these cars people can be seen waiting for their chance to go as well, but knowing that it will be quite a long time before any of them can move any further toward their destinations. Among the people walking in the streets is Pence Weatherlight, a familiar face in a crowd of people who sticks out quite like a sore thumb among the people native to this country. He walks briskly, enjoying the morning air, and looking at his watch to make sure that he is not going to be late for his meeting with Madok. Pence, though he had not wanted to be around his friends at this time, had to meet Madok at a local restaurant today because of some urgent business that apparently needed to be taken care of.
Pence had thought he would be able to get in some last minute time at the gym, but that apparently wasn't going to happen, instead he would see what Madok wanted and what was so urgent about this meeting he was going to. As he passed by a a group of tourists he could hear them let out sounds of surprise.
Man: Was that...
Woman: I think so...Mr. Weatherlight!?
Pence stopped mid-step and turned to look at the group of tourists who all let out cheers and pointed at him and then at their shirts. The majority of them wore One Night in Hell shirts that had been made not too long ago and they ran over to greet him as if he were one of their own. He signed autographs, shook hands, and took pictures with fans as he interacted with the tourists who had come to see One Night in Hell.
Woman: We come and see this event every year with friends and family, Mr. Weatherlight.
Man: Sure do, we came here this year to see the battle royal and the Main Event, both look extremely good.
Woman: Who are you going as, dear?
Pence stroked his chin, as he not given his costume much thought, and had instead been focusing on training as to not disappoint the fans again.
Pence: I don't know...I guess we will find out tomorrow won't we?
They nodded their heads in excitement, clearly they were happy to see him, and that made him generally feel a bit better, but it still wasn't enough to shake the feeling of disappointment in himself completely away. Just thinking on the subject began to drag him lower. He had met these fans and now he was worried he was going to let them down too, but before he could begin to dwell on it a familiar voice growled.
Madok: So this is where you have been?
Turning around, Pence found Madok in one of his two thousand dollar suits looking rather professional like always. He walked over and then folded his arms around his chest.
Madok: Follow me, we have some things to talk about.
So, with a wave, and a smile, Pence said his good byes and disappeared into an alleyway near a local market place. Once they had gotten out of ear shot of the tourists and out of sight, Madok, without any form of provocation or warning, turned around, and cold clocked Pence right across the face. Pence staggered and fell against a trash can. Pence looked up at Madok and glared at him.
Pence: The fuck is your problem!?
Madok: I would ask the same of you, Sir Mopes A Lot!
Pence growled and then stood up, dusting himself off in disgust, and looking for a quick exit from this meeting he began to storm off away from Madok.
Madok: Don't turn your God damn back on me, Pence...don't you fucking dare!
Pence stopped in his tracks once again and balled up his fists, turning to glare at Madok he let out a growl.
Pence: Oh yeah? What will you do?
Madok: I will kick your ass all up and down this alleyway.
Pence: Oh yeah?
Madok: Yeah!
Pence glared holes into Madok's face, but decided against taking any action against his manager. Instead, Pence sat down on a dumpster and shook his head, clearly not too happy with this meeting at all so far.
Pence: So...why the hell are you here?
Madok: To check up on you...don't think I didn't see your video.
Pence: If that is the case, then why the hell did you punch me?
Madok: To knock some God damn sense into you!
Pence rolled his eyes and let out a grunt as if to say "as if", Madok took offense to it, and got right into Pence's face.
Madok: You think you have your sense about you? You think you are fucking right about your career? Well guess what, Pence...you're wrong! So wrong in fact that I took a personal day to come down here and tell you how wrong you actually are... I mean honestly man! Did you not see those fans out there swarming you like a bear looking for honey? They fucking love you, man! They want to see you succeed and become the best, but instead of striving to be the best instead you talk about quitting about getting out of the business...about all your losses. But think about it Pence...you have gained so much through your sacrifices! You have a hot girl friend, a loving son, an adoring crowd of fans all over the world that would die for you, and friends all through out the corporation that is APW and yet you are depressed. I know you, Pence...I know you're a perfectionist and I know that your short comings are driving you up the wall, but I want you to focus on what is important right now and that is winning and bringing the fans what you always talk about bringing them...entertainment.
Pence, there is no one else like you in this whole damn world. There is no one else that values the fans and entertainment above personal gain and well being more than you and the people relate to that. You inspire them, Pence...you edge them on to do what they have to do in their real life. I remember back in the day when you said something along the lines of you doing this to make their difficult lives easier and that is right Pence. When you are feeling good and you are putting the weight of all of the world's problems on your shoulders the fans see that and they cheer you on. You can still win...you can still become a champion and don't give me this horse shit about you being low on gas in that tank because quite honestly, I know you are better than that.
Madok begins to pace and then stops abruptly before kneeling down to look Pence in the eyes.
Madok: For God's sake man...you are Mr. Main Event! You are Pence fucking Weatherlight. In your hay day your opponents quaked at the mere mention of your name and now look at you!?
Pence looks away, clearly quite a bit ashamed for moping.
Madok: For Christ's sake, you inspired me, Pence! You made me a better person just by being my friend...imagine what you can do if you got out of this hole you dug for yourself and carry yourself out like you used to do. You would still be on top of the world, chowing down on an Undisputed Title, but right now...here we are...in your hole that you have dug, looking for the way to get out.
Pence: We?
Madok: You didn't think you were doing this alone were you?
Madok raises an eyebrow as Pence turns to look at Madok again who is standing again.
Madok: Don't let the poster child for the Atkins diet fool you...you are still a fan favorite because through all this the fans have not given up hope, but now it is your turn Pence. Now it is your turn to not give up hope and strive to stand up and don't you worry about climbing out yourself because the fans...well they are going to help you crawl out of that hole and back into the lime light whether you like it or not! So stop feeling bad for yourself and get your head out of your own ass and get ready for Sunday because the fans are still waiting on what you promised them when you returned...
Pence puts his head in his hands and then begins to breath heavily as he remembers what he had promised to the fans a while back. He promised them he would strive to defeat the wicked and become Undisputed Champion again, but so far he had done nothing, but feel dread about the mistakes and the mis-calculations he had made that had cost him matches. He decided right then and there to stop feeling the way he did, he had Madok to thank for that, and as he stood up he let out a sigh and then turned to Madok.
Pence: I need a sparring partner.
Madok grinned and then motioned for Pence to follow him.
Madok: I know just the place to get some practice done in a hurry, come on!
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The scene fades into another scene this one is in an empty gym, where Pence can be clearly sitting, not by himself, but with Madok, and the tourists from earlier in the video. Pence stands up and then walks toward the camera.
Pence: First things first, I think I must apologize to everyone for my behavior and my lack of respect toward the fans out there who are watching this right now. You see, I made a mistake in thinking I was alone in all this, and that I was the only one going through all this stuff, but clearly I'm not. All over the world, my fans have been going through the same thing, and it is all because their one source for inspiration has been rather...irritatingly depressing. However, today...my good friend Madok and the world gave me a violent, but necessary lesson. And that lesson is that I will never be alone and that the fans will always be there to support me no matter what I do or how I do it, because I have earned their respect and praise. I don't know how I did it though...I just wanted to do what was right for the show, what was right for the people, and what was necessary to usurp evil wherever it takes up roost. Not once did I ask you, the fans, to respect me, but you did it anyway...and I am eternally grateful for that.
I know, I have been a stick in the mud, and I know I have not been doing too well in the ring as of late, but yet you had faith...you never gave up on me even though I gave up on myself.
Pence's eyes are watering, the first time that Pence has truly been seen crying on national television comes out in vibrant display, and around the world the fans are being drawn in toward the once proud hero.
Pence: I guess...a man really doesn't know what he has until he has truly hit rock bottom, but I see it now at least. I guess better late than never is the proper saying for this time and place. I guess what I'm trying to say is that all of this means a lot to me. I...really love you guys. All of you. The fan base of APW has to be the greatest in the world because no where else do you see this kind of support and I am eternally grateful for that. I know I have said that before, but I mean it...I really do. You people have made everything I have done possible...every win, every championship, and every dream that I have obtained has been all because of you and right now I guess the only way to repay you is to not stop believing in myself and rise to the task at hand.
Pence wipes his eyes and then continues on, feeling quite a bit better. Pence pauses and takes a deep breath before continuing.
Pence: However, don't let the tears fool anyone in this match. I intend to come out this Sunday and do what I can to secure a victory for my fans around the world, my friends, and of course myself. This match is too big to let slip through my fingers. Defeat is not an option that I am willing to take and I know that this match won't be easy after all this is a battle royal, but I don't care. And why don't I care? Because I have the might of a million men and women behind me, the roar of a million soldiers waiting to fight side by side with me to obtain the glory that has been a long time in the making, and I will be damned if I let any of you take away that from me, my fans, or my friends. These people deserve something more than an enforcer of sorrow, a Rebel with nothing to rebel too, or a cowboy with thighs the size of a mountains. They deserve an APW champion who knows what he is doing, knows how to get the job done, and who will do anything that it takes to win, to bring entertainment, and to defend their honor and if there is a better choice than me, then I can't see it! So bring all you got!
Madok and the fans in the background are cheering as Pence continues.
Pence: Bring your knives, your guns, your explosives, and your armies of followers because in the end I will not falter, I will not give up till we have obtained what he have been trying to obtain since I returned. A championship and I intend to give it to them because I will not fail, not now, and never again because these fans deserve so much more. So this Sunday, when the bell rings, and the match begins I want you to listen closely to the fans all around the arena...I want you to hear the sound that will forever be stuck in your mind as you fall over the top rope to the bottom in your rinky dink costumes...
The fans behind him begin to chant "Weatherlight" as Pence grins mischieviously.
Pence: Because that is the sound of your demise. For now this is Pence Weatherlight saying good night ladies and gentlemen and to my opponents you all better be ready because I know for sure that I am!
Pence had thought he would be able to get in some last minute time at the gym, but that apparently wasn't going to happen, instead he would see what Madok wanted and what was so urgent about this meeting he was going to. As he passed by a a group of tourists he could hear them let out sounds of surprise.
Man: Was that...
Woman: I think so...Mr. Weatherlight!?
Pence stopped mid-step and turned to look at the group of tourists who all let out cheers and pointed at him and then at their shirts. The majority of them wore One Night in Hell shirts that had been made not too long ago and they ran over to greet him as if he were one of their own. He signed autographs, shook hands, and took pictures with fans as he interacted with the tourists who had come to see One Night in Hell.
Woman: We come and see this event every year with friends and family, Mr. Weatherlight.
Man: Sure do, we came here this year to see the battle royal and the Main Event, both look extremely good.
Woman: Who are you going as, dear?
Pence stroked his chin, as he not given his costume much thought, and had instead been focusing on training as to not disappoint the fans again.
Pence: I don't know...I guess we will find out tomorrow won't we?
They nodded their heads in excitement, clearly they were happy to see him, and that made him generally feel a bit better, but it still wasn't enough to shake the feeling of disappointment in himself completely away. Just thinking on the subject began to drag him lower. He had met these fans and now he was worried he was going to let them down too, but before he could begin to dwell on it a familiar voice growled.
Madok: So this is where you have been?
Turning around, Pence found Madok in one of his two thousand dollar suits looking rather professional like always. He walked over and then folded his arms around his chest.
Madok: Follow me, we have some things to talk about.
So, with a wave, and a smile, Pence said his good byes and disappeared into an alleyway near a local market place. Once they had gotten out of ear shot of the tourists and out of sight, Madok, without any form of provocation or warning, turned around, and cold clocked Pence right across the face. Pence staggered and fell against a trash can. Pence looked up at Madok and glared at him.
Pence: The fuck is your problem!?
Madok: I would ask the same of you, Sir Mopes A Lot!
Pence growled and then stood up, dusting himself off in disgust, and looking for a quick exit from this meeting he began to storm off away from Madok.
Madok: Don't turn your God damn back on me, Pence...don't you fucking dare!
Pence stopped in his tracks once again and balled up his fists, turning to glare at Madok he let out a growl.
Pence: Oh yeah? What will you do?
Madok: I will kick your ass all up and down this alleyway.
Pence: Oh yeah?
Madok: Yeah!
Pence glared holes into Madok's face, but decided against taking any action against his manager. Instead, Pence sat down on a dumpster and shook his head, clearly not too happy with this meeting at all so far.
Pence: So...why the hell are you here?
Madok: To check up on you...don't think I didn't see your video.
Pence: If that is the case, then why the hell did you punch me?
Madok: To knock some God damn sense into you!
Pence rolled his eyes and let out a grunt as if to say "as if", Madok took offense to it, and got right into Pence's face.
Madok: You think you have your sense about you? You think you are fucking right about your career? Well guess what, Pence...you're wrong! So wrong in fact that I took a personal day to come down here and tell you how wrong you actually are... I mean honestly man! Did you not see those fans out there swarming you like a bear looking for honey? They fucking love you, man! They want to see you succeed and become the best, but instead of striving to be the best instead you talk about quitting about getting out of the business...about all your losses. But think about it Pence...you have gained so much through your sacrifices! You have a hot girl friend, a loving son, an adoring crowd of fans all over the world that would die for you, and friends all through out the corporation that is APW and yet you are depressed. I know you, Pence...I know you're a perfectionist and I know that your short comings are driving you up the wall, but I want you to focus on what is important right now and that is winning and bringing the fans what you always talk about bringing them...entertainment.
Pence, there is no one else like you in this whole damn world. There is no one else that values the fans and entertainment above personal gain and well being more than you and the people relate to that. You inspire them, Pence...you edge them on to do what they have to do in their real life. I remember back in the day when you said something along the lines of you doing this to make their difficult lives easier and that is right Pence. When you are feeling good and you are putting the weight of all of the world's problems on your shoulders the fans see that and they cheer you on. You can still win...you can still become a champion and don't give me this horse shit about you being low on gas in that tank because quite honestly, I know you are better than that.
Madok begins to pace and then stops abruptly before kneeling down to look Pence in the eyes.
Madok: For God's sake man...you are Mr. Main Event! You are Pence fucking Weatherlight. In your hay day your opponents quaked at the mere mention of your name and now look at you!?
Pence looks away, clearly quite a bit ashamed for moping.
Madok: For Christ's sake, you inspired me, Pence! You made me a better person just by being my friend...imagine what you can do if you got out of this hole you dug for yourself and carry yourself out like you used to do. You would still be on top of the world, chowing down on an Undisputed Title, but right now...here we are...in your hole that you have dug, looking for the way to get out.
Pence: We?
Madok: You didn't think you were doing this alone were you?
Madok raises an eyebrow as Pence turns to look at Madok again who is standing again.
Madok: Don't let the poster child for the Atkins diet fool you...you are still a fan favorite because through all this the fans have not given up hope, but now it is your turn Pence. Now it is your turn to not give up hope and strive to stand up and don't you worry about climbing out yourself because the fans...well they are going to help you crawl out of that hole and back into the lime light whether you like it or not! So stop feeling bad for yourself and get your head out of your own ass and get ready for Sunday because the fans are still waiting on what you promised them when you returned...
Pence puts his head in his hands and then begins to breath heavily as he remembers what he had promised to the fans a while back. He promised them he would strive to defeat the wicked and become Undisputed Champion again, but so far he had done nothing, but feel dread about the mistakes and the mis-calculations he had made that had cost him matches. He decided right then and there to stop feeling the way he did, he had Madok to thank for that, and as he stood up he let out a sigh and then turned to Madok.
Pence: I need a sparring partner.
Madok grinned and then motioned for Pence to follow him.
Madok: I know just the place to get some practice done in a hurry, come on!
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The scene fades into another scene this one is in an empty gym, where Pence can be clearly sitting, not by himself, but with Madok, and the tourists from earlier in the video. Pence stands up and then walks toward the camera.
Pence: First things first, I think I must apologize to everyone for my behavior and my lack of respect toward the fans out there who are watching this right now. You see, I made a mistake in thinking I was alone in all this, and that I was the only one going through all this stuff, but clearly I'm not. All over the world, my fans have been going through the same thing, and it is all because their one source for inspiration has been rather...irritatingly depressing. However, today...my good friend Madok and the world gave me a violent, but necessary lesson. And that lesson is that I will never be alone and that the fans will always be there to support me no matter what I do or how I do it, because I have earned their respect and praise. I don't know how I did it though...I just wanted to do what was right for the show, what was right for the people, and what was necessary to usurp evil wherever it takes up roost. Not once did I ask you, the fans, to respect me, but you did it anyway...and I am eternally grateful for that.
I know, I have been a stick in the mud, and I know I have not been doing too well in the ring as of late, but yet you had faith...you never gave up on me even though I gave up on myself.
Pence's eyes are watering, the first time that Pence has truly been seen crying on national television comes out in vibrant display, and around the world the fans are being drawn in toward the once proud hero.
Pence: I guess...a man really doesn't know what he has until he has truly hit rock bottom, but I see it now at least. I guess better late than never is the proper saying for this time and place. I guess what I'm trying to say is that all of this means a lot to me. I...really love you guys. All of you. The fan base of APW has to be the greatest in the world because no where else do you see this kind of support and I am eternally grateful for that. I know I have said that before, but I mean it...I really do. You people have made everything I have done possible...every win, every championship, and every dream that I have obtained has been all because of you and right now I guess the only way to repay you is to not stop believing in myself and rise to the task at hand.
Pence wipes his eyes and then continues on, feeling quite a bit better. Pence pauses and takes a deep breath before continuing.
Pence: However, don't let the tears fool anyone in this match. I intend to come out this Sunday and do what I can to secure a victory for my fans around the world, my friends, and of course myself. This match is too big to let slip through my fingers. Defeat is not an option that I am willing to take and I know that this match won't be easy after all this is a battle royal, but I don't care. And why don't I care? Because I have the might of a million men and women behind me, the roar of a million soldiers waiting to fight side by side with me to obtain the glory that has been a long time in the making, and I will be damned if I let any of you take away that from me, my fans, or my friends. These people deserve something more than an enforcer of sorrow, a Rebel with nothing to rebel too, or a cowboy with thighs the size of a mountains. They deserve an APW champion who knows what he is doing, knows how to get the job done, and who will do anything that it takes to win, to bring entertainment, and to defend their honor and if there is a better choice than me, then I can't see it! So bring all you got!
Madok and the fans in the background are cheering as Pence continues.
Pence: Bring your knives, your guns, your explosives, and your armies of followers because in the end I will not falter, I will not give up till we have obtained what he have been trying to obtain since I returned. A championship and I intend to give it to them because I will not fail, not now, and never again because these fans deserve so much more. So this Sunday, when the bell rings, and the match begins I want you to listen closely to the fans all around the arena...I want you to hear the sound that will forever be stuck in your mind as you fall over the top rope to the bottom in your rinky dink costumes...
The fans behind him begin to chant "Weatherlight" as Pence grins mischieviously.
Pence: Because that is the sound of your demise. For now this is Pence Weatherlight saying good night ladies and gentlemen and to my opponents you all better be ready because I know for sure that I am!
