Post by Nick Watson on May 19, 2012 19:33:42 GMT -4
*Present Day, Ball Room in Montreal*
The scene opens up on a ball room that has been vacated and rented out by the one and only Madok Mortalis. Mortalis, standing side by side with the manager of the ball room at one of the fanciest hotels in town, is looking rather sharp in his expensive suit, but looks rather tense. The tenseness could be because of the manager, who is looking at the ball room in utter horror, and amazement of the damage that has been done to the room. The camera pans around to show several tables splintered, shattered bottles of extremely expensive wine lying on the ground, and a destroyed stair well that once went up to the second floor of the ball room. The sound of fighting can still be heard as the camera picks up on two shadows, dashing in, and out of sight. Clearly an epic battle has been fought here and is still being fought here.
Manager: My...God, what have you done!
The manager utters in complete shock about the room that had been rented out to Mortalis Incorporated for a "social" experiment. Madok looks at the manager and then looks back up to the second level, where the shadows are currently intertwined in a battle with what looks like fragments of wooden chairs.
Madok: I know what you are thinking, but I assure you that I will pay for all of this.
Manager: You're damn right you are! Just look at my ball room...*groan* do you know how much money it costs us to maintain this thing!
Madok: I assume a lot, but you have my word that everything will be repaired by the time that the next buyer comes by.
The manager and Madok hear a loud shattering noise. Bottles of expensive wine come flying off the second floor, crashing into the floor below, and smashing into a thousand pieces, their liquid from within flooding the once exquisite carpet. The manager lets out a horrible groan and falls to his knees. Madok, however, continues to watch the fight upstairs. The feed then switches over to the second carmera feed, which shows Pence, and Nick in a heated clash between each other.
Pence: Give me all you got kid!
Nick: You can't handle what I would give you, old man!
Nick throws another bottle of wine at Pence, who shatters it with a chair leg, and then rushes Nick. Nick drops the bottle of wine he is about to throw, and then rushes Pence, picking up a large iron saucer as he does. Nick blocks the initial swing of the chair leg and then slams the shield into Pence, who staggers back, but then goes back on the attack.
Pence: Good, good! But can you do the same thing to A.C. Smith if he comes at you like this!
Nick goes to block the next swing, but is faked out as Pence uses his other arm, and delivers a painful punch to the gut. Nick staggers and then lunges forward, dropping the saucer, and going for a quick combination of moves.
Nick: You bet your ass, I can!
Pence catches Nick's fists and then holds him in place as the two go into a test of strength.
Pence: Remember, A.C. Smith is going to want to throw his weight, size, and veteran experience around. *grunt* He is going to want to hurl people around like a mad bull...its just who he is.
Nick: There is more to him than that!
As Nick says that, he steps aside, and allows Pence to rush forward past him. Pence turns around and grins.
Pence: Oh yeah, like what?
Nick: The guy is egotistical. He speaks so highly of himself and he doesn't give a crap who you are because no matter who you are he thinks he can take you down! Some say it would be his biggest strength...
Pence: But its' not is it?
Nick: Hell no! I would call it his greatest weakness. He is too confident, he believes too much in his own talent, and not enough in the talent of his opponents. It's the typical "big city" mentality.
Pence nods and then rushes Nick, catching him off guard, and spearing him on top of a table, crushing it instantly. Nick lets out a groan as Pence begins to levy out some punishment.
Pence: This is what Smith will do to you if he catches you! He will beat you within an inch of your life and then pin you for a one, two, and three. Don't get distracted!
Nick fights his way out of the ground and pound situation and then gets to his feet. Breathing heavily he stares at Pence, who is staying far away from him now.
Pence: This is what Billy Pepsi will do all night...he will lurk in the shadows like a hyena waiting to pounce on the scraps. A minor distraction and a close call fight will only open you up for a surprise attack and a quick defeat. Be wary of your surroundings, but at the same time keep your eyes on your opponent!
Nick: I can handle, Billy Pepsi!
Pence: Then show me how!
The lights on the second floor dim down to nothing as Nick realizes the lights are now almost completely off. Before Nick realizes it, he is on the ground on his stomach, and with a lump on the back of his head where a chair hit him. Nick growls in frustration as he gets up.
Pence: *whispering* Billy Pepsi thinks your humility is a weakness...he thinks what you stand for is garbage...and above all else he thinks he can beat you without even breaking a sweat! He is calling you the B-team for christ's sake!
Nick growls as another hit, this time with a chair leg to the mid-section sends him staggering back.
Pence: With the element of surprise...anyone can win a match. In a match like this there is only a three second difference between an eliminator and an elimination.
Nick: I will not be eliminated!
Pence chuckles and then goes in for another swing, but this time, Nick catches it, and pulls Mr. Main Event in for a heavy punch to the face. Pence falls to the ground and the lights come back up. Nick stands over Pence and then falls to one knee. From behind, Madok Mortalis appears, and slams a chair across his back.
Madok: And what about Dita Morgan? She is sly, moves quickly, and can easily out-match you in speed due to her weight and stature. Less to lug around, fella.
Nick: I will find a way to over come that too...
Madok: Doesn't look like you're making much progress, mate.
Nick gets up and Madok grins, titling his head to the side in a mocking fashion, and Nick rushes at him only to be amazed by Madok's speed. Nick tries to catch him, but finds no matter how hard he tries he can't catch him.
Madok: You can't match speed with speed when it comes to Morgan. She is going to run circles around you and she is going to have a similar strategy to you. She will play passively, using her natural speed to elude any sort of heavy fighting.
Nick: If I can't fight her in speed...then I will do it in power!
As Nick says that he throws a bottle of wine at Madok and catches him right on the shoulder, causing him to flinch and wince in pain. Just long enough for Nick to go the distance and clothesline him to the ground. But it is only seconds before Pence has picked Nick up and has thrown him aside away from Madok.
Pence: Yarmouth may be dumb...but he is strong as all hell. You can't beat him in power and if you get close you're done...so what do you do against that!
Nick: Improvise?
Nick flings a table leg at Pence's head, which causes an instinctual block, and then he is surprised by Nick slamming him in the stomach with the same saucer pan he had dropped only seconds ago. Staggered and grinning, Nick then kicks Pence's legs out from under him, and then rolls away. Only to be caught by Madok who delivers a kick to his back, and then tries to deliver a solid combination of kicks and punches.
Madok: Johnny Sykes is fast, he is smart, and he is looking to make a name for himself! He is gunning for you and Smith! What can you do to stop him!?
Nick: Turn his confidence and plan against him?
Madok goes to punch Nick in the gut, but Nick rolls out of the way only to have Madok punch Pence in the gut instead. Nick then lunges forward, taking Madok, and Pence with him. After three seconds, Nick rolls off of them, and lets out a large sigh of relief. Pence and Madok get up and help their apprentice to his feet. Madok dusts himself off and then quickly begins to walk down what remains of the stairwell that he had came up to join in on the action from.
Pence: Well done...I think you're ready, but we will have to find out tomorrow won't we?
Nick: You know, Pence? I feel ready. I feel like maybe earlier in the week I made a miscalculation on where I measured up with the rest of my opponents, but now I feel like I am where I belong. Among the future top tier talent of the APW. Sure, I'm going to have my plate full handling the likes of Pepsi, Smith, Sykes, and the rest of the group, but I am sure I can handle it.
Nick sits down on what remains of table and then lets out a sigh.
Nick: I would say I expected more of them...you know...more than just petty and worthless dribble that they think constitutes a victory. I mean for instance, Pepsi made fun of your name, and Madok's. He mocked my humility and talked about how me catering to the fans was the wrong thing to do, but then it hit me...why should I care what Billy Pepsi has to say? This was a guy that I gave credit to, you know? I was inspired by his effort in the APW, but now after listening to him foam at the mouth about all of the crap that he has been saving up till now. I'm kind of glad I'm going to be the one to kick his ass. Billy has a lot of heart and determination, I will give him that, without question, but the guy just doesn't have the feeling of a future champion or even a future staple child of his brand. He is a guy who I fear at times isn't even making is own speeches. Sometimes the way he speaks on his little recorder and the way he sounds in real life are two different things. And that got me to thinking that maybe he is just using material that is handed to him by his manager.
Pence: Wouldn't doubt it at all...seems like something the guy would do just to get an edge. After all, he is an opportunist.
Nick: Which is exactly what I have to be this Sunday! I mean, sure you got guys like A.C. Smith who don't need to hide in the shadows and attack from behind, but can you just imagine him hiding and attacking from behind? First of all, the guy is huge! How the hell is he going to hide anywhere! Secondly, the guy is all about fair play and not enough about improvisation for picking up the win. Too much of a straight shooter if you ask me. And then of course lastly, the guy is all ego. If he came from behind and attacked, how would that feed that New York City sized ego he has?
Pence: Is this the same guy that thinks you are mocking him?
Nick: Yeah! Yet, I have all the respect in the world for the guy...it just irks me that he is all about himself and not about the people. I mean he spent three weeks sending out big huge video packages that more than likely costed more than a month of salary a piece to put together, just to hype himself up, and I would hate to agree with Billy on something, but this guy is so about his own hype that it is sick. He said so himself: he isn't here for the money or the fame, but for that last run after all. That's all he wants to do...to win it for his own selfish reasons. Its pretty sickening that the people cheer for that you know?
Pence: But what can you do?
Nick: Not much, I will tell you that!
Pence: How about that Sykes, fellow?
Nick practically gags, but he recomposes himself, and then lets out a sigh as he explains things.
Nick: The guy is living in a delusion, Pence. He thinks he is the fan favorite when he comes out and disses everyone and everything. He went on radio and bad mouthed everyone, he didn't even care, you know? The guy was just blatantly hostile over just a few words and is surprised when people get hostile over the things he said. It isn't like he came out and rained words made out of daisies on us, but I can kind of understand where he is coming from. A lot of people are looking for either me or Smith to win, but I don't think that it is fair to go ahead and throw me or anyone else under the bus because of what other people think. The guy may at times, seem childish, but on Asylum people like him, though he needs to learn how to shut his mouth, and let the actions do the talking. All in all, Sykes is like an overly excited kid with a new toy, and more than likely in all that excitement the toy might break. The guy brought up my track record for not beating anyone of merit, yet I think the guy forgets I have beaten Blade twice...the same Blade who main-evented Rasslemania this year. I don't know how that counts as "beating no one", but I can assure you, Pence, that is me beating a someone.
Nick pauses and Pence nods his head in agreement.
Nick: And then you have Dita and Yarmouth, both of which have made little to no effort at all to be ready for this Sunday, surprisingly. Dita, I thought more of her than I did Yarmouth, but at least Yarmouth is doing some training. Instead of doing training Dita on the other hand is spending all her time flirting with Shadow. Yet, the question is will she ever get to be with him again if she never does any real training to get back in ring shape? The answer is no. Yarmouth on the other hand needs to make some time to develop some mic skills. Its like together they would make one messed up megastar.
Nick pauses and then nods his head thinking about it before speaking again.
Nick: Back on the subject of Smith, earlier in the week I made a foolish statement, by calling him over the hill...I regret it, but not enough to make me take back what I said. The guy is no spring chicken and though he may think he is as nimble and spry as he used to be it still doesn't mean that he is. Also, though he says he has experience in match ups like this, and what not...I'm pretty sure he has never been in a match like this. Sure he has dealt with guys with guns and guys with the will to kill in their mind, but this match is nothing like that. We will be in a ball room, with restrictive suits on I might add, and will be fighting with the use of weapons that can only be found in a ball room. There is nothing really too threatening in a ball room.
Unless you call Billy Pepsi threatening. I know the guy is going to be lurking around, looking for a chance to attack when we are at our weakest, and that is a fine strategy. Its encouraged in a match like this and that is something that Smith won't do and we all know it. Sadly that is his undoing, but at the same time it is going to leave Billy at a disadvantage at the end as well. Lets say its me vs him at the end. All he has been doing has been attacking from behind...sure that means he has an advantage with stamina...but little else. When it comes down to a fist fight, dirtly fought or not, I will still have an edge. I am a weapon without a weapon and though I will use what is given to me...when it comes down to it: my knees, fists, elbows, and legs can all be used as weapons as well.
So I think I'm ready, Pence...I really do...I just hope I can pull it out.
Pence put his hand on Nick's shoulder and nodded his head kindly.
Pence: Don't worry...I'm sure you will.
Nick: Do you really mean that?
Pence nods and then replies.
Nick: Yes...because out of all these people you are fighting for something bigger than yourself. Your goal isn't to win a championship or this match itself...but to make a difference and in my opinion that sets you apart from the rest of them...it sets you above them.
Nick: Wow...thanks...
Pence: Don't worry about it. Now come on! Madok is waiting, more than likely he is paying the bill for the damages.
Nick nodded his head as him and Pence began their track toward the door to the ball room, and more over, Nick's track toward making a difference in the APW.
*The Scene Bursts to static*
The scene opens up on a ball room that has been vacated and rented out by the one and only Madok Mortalis. Mortalis, standing side by side with the manager of the ball room at one of the fanciest hotels in town, is looking rather sharp in his expensive suit, but looks rather tense. The tenseness could be because of the manager, who is looking at the ball room in utter horror, and amazement of the damage that has been done to the room. The camera pans around to show several tables splintered, shattered bottles of extremely expensive wine lying on the ground, and a destroyed stair well that once went up to the second floor of the ball room. The sound of fighting can still be heard as the camera picks up on two shadows, dashing in, and out of sight. Clearly an epic battle has been fought here and is still being fought here.
Manager: My...God, what have you done!
The manager utters in complete shock about the room that had been rented out to Mortalis Incorporated for a "social" experiment. Madok looks at the manager and then looks back up to the second level, where the shadows are currently intertwined in a battle with what looks like fragments of wooden chairs.
Madok: I know what you are thinking, but I assure you that I will pay for all of this.
Manager: You're damn right you are! Just look at my ball room...*groan* do you know how much money it costs us to maintain this thing!
Madok: I assume a lot, but you have my word that everything will be repaired by the time that the next buyer comes by.
The manager and Madok hear a loud shattering noise. Bottles of expensive wine come flying off the second floor, crashing into the floor below, and smashing into a thousand pieces, their liquid from within flooding the once exquisite carpet. The manager lets out a horrible groan and falls to his knees. Madok, however, continues to watch the fight upstairs. The feed then switches over to the second carmera feed, which shows Pence, and Nick in a heated clash between each other.
Pence: Give me all you got kid!
Nick: You can't handle what I would give you, old man!
Nick throws another bottle of wine at Pence, who shatters it with a chair leg, and then rushes Nick. Nick drops the bottle of wine he is about to throw, and then rushes Pence, picking up a large iron saucer as he does. Nick blocks the initial swing of the chair leg and then slams the shield into Pence, who staggers back, but then goes back on the attack.
Pence: Good, good! But can you do the same thing to A.C. Smith if he comes at you like this!
Nick goes to block the next swing, but is faked out as Pence uses his other arm, and delivers a painful punch to the gut. Nick staggers and then lunges forward, dropping the saucer, and going for a quick combination of moves.
Nick: You bet your ass, I can!
Pence catches Nick's fists and then holds him in place as the two go into a test of strength.
Pence: Remember, A.C. Smith is going to want to throw his weight, size, and veteran experience around. *grunt* He is going to want to hurl people around like a mad bull...its just who he is.
Nick: There is more to him than that!
As Nick says that, he steps aside, and allows Pence to rush forward past him. Pence turns around and grins.
Pence: Oh yeah, like what?
Nick: The guy is egotistical. He speaks so highly of himself and he doesn't give a crap who you are because no matter who you are he thinks he can take you down! Some say it would be his biggest strength...
Pence: But its' not is it?
Nick: Hell no! I would call it his greatest weakness. He is too confident, he believes too much in his own talent, and not enough in the talent of his opponents. It's the typical "big city" mentality.
Pence nods and then rushes Nick, catching him off guard, and spearing him on top of a table, crushing it instantly. Nick lets out a groan as Pence begins to levy out some punishment.
Pence: This is what Smith will do to you if he catches you! He will beat you within an inch of your life and then pin you for a one, two, and three. Don't get distracted!
Nick fights his way out of the ground and pound situation and then gets to his feet. Breathing heavily he stares at Pence, who is staying far away from him now.
Pence: This is what Billy Pepsi will do all night...he will lurk in the shadows like a hyena waiting to pounce on the scraps. A minor distraction and a close call fight will only open you up for a surprise attack and a quick defeat. Be wary of your surroundings, but at the same time keep your eyes on your opponent!
Nick: I can handle, Billy Pepsi!
Pence: Then show me how!
The lights on the second floor dim down to nothing as Nick realizes the lights are now almost completely off. Before Nick realizes it, he is on the ground on his stomach, and with a lump on the back of his head where a chair hit him. Nick growls in frustration as he gets up.
Pence: *whispering* Billy Pepsi thinks your humility is a weakness...he thinks what you stand for is garbage...and above all else he thinks he can beat you without even breaking a sweat! He is calling you the B-team for christ's sake!
Nick growls as another hit, this time with a chair leg to the mid-section sends him staggering back.
Pence: With the element of surprise...anyone can win a match. In a match like this there is only a three second difference between an eliminator and an elimination.
Nick: I will not be eliminated!
Pence chuckles and then goes in for another swing, but this time, Nick catches it, and pulls Mr. Main Event in for a heavy punch to the face. Pence falls to the ground and the lights come back up. Nick stands over Pence and then falls to one knee. From behind, Madok Mortalis appears, and slams a chair across his back.
Madok: And what about Dita Morgan? She is sly, moves quickly, and can easily out-match you in speed due to her weight and stature. Less to lug around, fella.
Nick: I will find a way to over come that too...
Madok: Doesn't look like you're making much progress, mate.
Nick gets up and Madok grins, titling his head to the side in a mocking fashion, and Nick rushes at him only to be amazed by Madok's speed. Nick tries to catch him, but finds no matter how hard he tries he can't catch him.
Madok: You can't match speed with speed when it comes to Morgan. She is going to run circles around you and she is going to have a similar strategy to you. She will play passively, using her natural speed to elude any sort of heavy fighting.
Nick: If I can't fight her in speed...then I will do it in power!
As Nick says that he throws a bottle of wine at Madok and catches him right on the shoulder, causing him to flinch and wince in pain. Just long enough for Nick to go the distance and clothesline him to the ground. But it is only seconds before Pence has picked Nick up and has thrown him aside away from Madok.
Pence: Yarmouth may be dumb...but he is strong as all hell. You can't beat him in power and if you get close you're done...so what do you do against that!
Nick: Improvise?
Nick flings a table leg at Pence's head, which causes an instinctual block, and then he is surprised by Nick slamming him in the stomach with the same saucer pan he had dropped only seconds ago. Staggered and grinning, Nick then kicks Pence's legs out from under him, and then rolls away. Only to be caught by Madok who delivers a kick to his back, and then tries to deliver a solid combination of kicks and punches.
Madok: Johnny Sykes is fast, he is smart, and he is looking to make a name for himself! He is gunning for you and Smith! What can you do to stop him!?
Nick: Turn his confidence and plan against him?
Madok goes to punch Nick in the gut, but Nick rolls out of the way only to have Madok punch Pence in the gut instead. Nick then lunges forward, taking Madok, and Pence with him. After three seconds, Nick rolls off of them, and lets out a large sigh of relief. Pence and Madok get up and help their apprentice to his feet. Madok dusts himself off and then quickly begins to walk down what remains of the stairwell that he had came up to join in on the action from.
Pence: Well done...I think you're ready, but we will have to find out tomorrow won't we?
Nick: You know, Pence? I feel ready. I feel like maybe earlier in the week I made a miscalculation on where I measured up with the rest of my opponents, but now I feel like I am where I belong. Among the future top tier talent of the APW. Sure, I'm going to have my plate full handling the likes of Pepsi, Smith, Sykes, and the rest of the group, but I am sure I can handle it.
Nick sits down on what remains of table and then lets out a sigh.
Nick: I would say I expected more of them...you know...more than just petty and worthless dribble that they think constitutes a victory. I mean for instance, Pepsi made fun of your name, and Madok's. He mocked my humility and talked about how me catering to the fans was the wrong thing to do, but then it hit me...why should I care what Billy Pepsi has to say? This was a guy that I gave credit to, you know? I was inspired by his effort in the APW, but now after listening to him foam at the mouth about all of the crap that he has been saving up till now. I'm kind of glad I'm going to be the one to kick his ass. Billy has a lot of heart and determination, I will give him that, without question, but the guy just doesn't have the feeling of a future champion or even a future staple child of his brand. He is a guy who I fear at times isn't even making is own speeches. Sometimes the way he speaks on his little recorder and the way he sounds in real life are two different things. And that got me to thinking that maybe he is just using material that is handed to him by his manager.
Pence: Wouldn't doubt it at all...seems like something the guy would do just to get an edge. After all, he is an opportunist.
Nick: Which is exactly what I have to be this Sunday! I mean, sure you got guys like A.C. Smith who don't need to hide in the shadows and attack from behind, but can you just imagine him hiding and attacking from behind? First of all, the guy is huge! How the hell is he going to hide anywhere! Secondly, the guy is all about fair play and not enough about improvisation for picking up the win. Too much of a straight shooter if you ask me. And then of course lastly, the guy is all ego. If he came from behind and attacked, how would that feed that New York City sized ego he has?
Pence: Is this the same guy that thinks you are mocking him?
Nick: Yeah! Yet, I have all the respect in the world for the guy...it just irks me that he is all about himself and not about the people. I mean he spent three weeks sending out big huge video packages that more than likely costed more than a month of salary a piece to put together, just to hype himself up, and I would hate to agree with Billy on something, but this guy is so about his own hype that it is sick. He said so himself: he isn't here for the money or the fame, but for that last run after all. That's all he wants to do...to win it for his own selfish reasons. Its pretty sickening that the people cheer for that you know?
Pence: But what can you do?
Nick: Not much, I will tell you that!
Pence: How about that Sykes, fellow?
Nick practically gags, but he recomposes himself, and then lets out a sigh as he explains things.
Nick: The guy is living in a delusion, Pence. He thinks he is the fan favorite when he comes out and disses everyone and everything. He went on radio and bad mouthed everyone, he didn't even care, you know? The guy was just blatantly hostile over just a few words and is surprised when people get hostile over the things he said. It isn't like he came out and rained words made out of daisies on us, but I can kind of understand where he is coming from. A lot of people are looking for either me or Smith to win, but I don't think that it is fair to go ahead and throw me or anyone else under the bus because of what other people think. The guy may at times, seem childish, but on Asylum people like him, though he needs to learn how to shut his mouth, and let the actions do the talking. All in all, Sykes is like an overly excited kid with a new toy, and more than likely in all that excitement the toy might break. The guy brought up my track record for not beating anyone of merit, yet I think the guy forgets I have beaten Blade twice...the same Blade who main-evented Rasslemania this year. I don't know how that counts as "beating no one", but I can assure you, Pence, that is me beating a someone.
Nick pauses and Pence nods his head in agreement.
Nick: And then you have Dita and Yarmouth, both of which have made little to no effort at all to be ready for this Sunday, surprisingly. Dita, I thought more of her than I did Yarmouth, but at least Yarmouth is doing some training. Instead of doing training Dita on the other hand is spending all her time flirting with Shadow. Yet, the question is will she ever get to be with him again if she never does any real training to get back in ring shape? The answer is no. Yarmouth on the other hand needs to make some time to develop some mic skills. Its like together they would make one messed up megastar.
Nick pauses and then nods his head thinking about it before speaking again.
Nick: Back on the subject of Smith, earlier in the week I made a foolish statement, by calling him over the hill...I regret it, but not enough to make me take back what I said. The guy is no spring chicken and though he may think he is as nimble and spry as he used to be it still doesn't mean that he is. Also, though he says he has experience in match ups like this, and what not...I'm pretty sure he has never been in a match like this. Sure he has dealt with guys with guns and guys with the will to kill in their mind, but this match is nothing like that. We will be in a ball room, with restrictive suits on I might add, and will be fighting with the use of weapons that can only be found in a ball room. There is nothing really too threatening in a ball room.
Unless you call Billy Pepsi threatening. I know the guy is going to be lurking around, looking for a chance to attack when we are at our weakest, and that is a fine strategy. Its encouraged in a match like this and that is something that Smith won't do and we all know it. Sadly that is his undoing, but at the same time it is going to leave Billy at a disadvantage at the end as well. Lets say its me vs him at the end. All he has been doing has been attacking from behind...sure that means he has an advantage with stamina...but little else. When it comes down to a fist fight, dirtly fought or not, I will still have an edge. I am a weapon without a weapon and though I will use what is given to me...when it comes down to it: my knees, fists, elbows, and legs can all be used as weapons as well.
So I think I'm ready, Pence...I really do...I just hope I can pull it out.
Pence put his hand on Nick's shoulder and nodded his head kindly.
Pence: Don't worry...I'm sure you will.
Nick: Do you really mean that?
Pence nods and then replies.
Nick: Yes...because out of all these people you are fighting for something bigger than yourself. Your goal isn't to win a championship or this match itself...but to make a difference and in my opinion that sets you apart from the rest of them...it sets you above them.
Nick: Wow...thanks...
Pence: Don't worry about it. Now come on! Madok is waiting, more than likely he is paying the bill for the damages.
Nick nodded his head as him and Pence began their track toward the door to the ball room, and more over, Nick's track toward making a difference in the APW.
*The Scene Bursts to static*
