Post by Nick Watson on Dec 2, 2009 20:33:10 GMT -4
Unknown Location*
The scene opens on a dimly candle lighted room, the camera, which can barely pick up anything in the room except for shapes, zooms in on what appears to be a bed by its shape and size, and find the silhouette of a man who is leaning forward. The sound of a light match can be heard as the figure of the man comes into view by the faint light of the tip of the blazing match, the man is none other than Pence Weatherlight, who pays the camera little heed as he lights the candle next to his bed further, illuminating the room. The room is silent and void of any noises except for the sound of Pence's breathing, he looks at the camera, but does not speak, instead he appears to be looking into the eyes of his opponent who is most likely quite far away from where he is. Pence pulls out a document from one of his pockets and holds it up to the view of the camera, it is a poster for King of the Cage 2009, and it displays a picture of all four of the semi finalists who look ready to dismember each other. Pence allows the posters relevance to be taken in as finally it becomes apparent he has highlighted his name on the poster and who he is fighting.
Pence: Hello there ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the last promotion I will be cutting on Overdive for this year. Some of you out there, especially my opponent, may be wondering "Why is your promotion so late?" or "Why are you sitting in complete silence?". Well there is an answer to that and that is....I have been busy promoting the APW in the wrestling ring over at the King of the Cage tournament. Where I might add that I have managed to make it to the Semi-finals, you know, a feat that my opponent for this week couldn't even do in his wildest dreams or his imagination. Next I will explain the silence and of course the dark room, well to be honest I felt like this would be a better place than any to address Victor Hades, after all this is how I view his promos to be like to me you know: dark, gloomy, and rather hard to see through to the point. But then again what else is new? Victor has always been this way, a dark, brooding, and unentertaining piece of shit that has obtained every lucky break in his career to get him to this point, which of course he uses to brag about.
Simply put, the guy pisses me off because he makes Level One looks like he has no ego, this guy has always been that way since the day he started he has been bragging, and bragging people's ears off. But when he gets beat, look out! The guy has a pissing and moaning fit that puts most little kids to shame, but just like a little kid you have to beat his ass, and scold him to set him straight. But even then because Victor is so pig head, so completely ignorant, so thick skulled, and retarded he comes back and tries to tell you that you are wrong. Personally I don't understand the guy anymore than I understand quantum physics or how the world came to be, but I'm going to do the same thing I do to those things when I heard them brought up, and that is just smile and nod my head. Because personally there is nothing I can say that will get through to this man, he is just too ignorant, and devoid of any sort of sense to really have an intelligent conversation with. I point out facts, he points out stupid concepts that make sense to only him, I point out that he has never beat me, he brings up I have never pinned him, and as you can see...I am just quite bored with it.
So lets cut the shit Victor, you fucking lost just as I lost last week, which will no doubt be brought up as a victory for you, and I am tired of you beating around the bush about it. Accept the facts Victor, I am better than you, I am better at wrestling, better with the mic, and better prepared to be a champion. The sooner you admit that then the sooner you can finally accept that you just plain out suck and that you are truly not worth a title shot. The only reason you are even being considered for this honor, this privilege, is because you decided to stick your nose into something that you were not supposed to, and of course I, being a good man, had to kick your ass, and tell you to piss off, but low and behold, you didn't seem to give two shits about that. Instead you tried to attack him more and more which caused me to put my foot down right on your fucking throat. Then what happens?
Well Jeff decides, hell why not, and then throws us into as many matches as he possibly can until both of us are just so extremely sick of fighting each other that we just want to explode, and that is exactly what he expects us to do. He expects in this match that the rivalry between us that has been brewing will reach its extreme and we will just beat the ever living shit out of each other, in a way he is right, but in another he is wrong. There will only be one side doing the beating and the other will be doing all of the receiving, and right now it is looking pretty obvious who will get his ass kicked and who is going to walk in with the momentum against his opponent, I hope you have a good physician on hand and some good medical insurance because your premiums are about to get quite the large spike after I'm done with you, Victor. But then again I would only be helping along what is already happening to your down hill career. Lets face it Victor you are not in the best shape of your life, otherwise you would be making me eat my words in the ring, but so far you have remained a luke warm competitor in the in ring situation.
I don't know if it is because you have taken so many heavy hits in your career that your brain just can't rationalize that you are on a down hill run, but it is clearly obvious that you are. Lets take your record here in the APW in to consideration shall we, just take a look at it, you are like the Hulk Hogan of APW, you got hired to get more people in the seats for a rivalry with big faces, but you were never really brought in here to win shit. Hell maybe you know it, but you are just not willing to admit it, after all I know that the Victor Hades of old would have at least thrown his hat in at the King of the Cage tournament, hell I know that the old Victor Hades wouldn't take a back seat to Level One...he would be knocking on his door as I should be. To tell you the truth I miss the old Victor Hades, not this shell of a wrestler in the middle of the ring proclaiming himself to be Victor Hades. What happened to the rage, to the aggression, and the power...I suppose that time does take away on the body and the mind. So with that in mind, I'm going to do the fans and yourself a favor, I'm going to clean up shop, starting with you, and then I'm going to get back up on my own feet, and take on Level One! I don't care what Slade is doing, I don't care what Jeff has planned, I will come back, and take what is mine. You hear that Level One! Rest assured that this is not the last you see of me, win or no win tonight, I am going to kick your ass regardless!
So our time has come to a close, Hades. I have nothing more to say to you Victor except this. Tonight Hades, when your devil tangos with the reaper incarnate, you will learn first hand that what you think has not been helping me in my matches, and what has not been laying down the law of the land....has only just awaken from its' slumber. It is still shaking off the rust, but I can guarantee you...tonight you will meet it first hand, and as you gaze upon the Reaper and pray to your Satan for safety, for a reprieve, you will learn just how insignificant Satan is when compared to the Reaper that dwells inside of me. So be prepared because tonight, your very soul is on the chopping block, and the Reaper has every intention of destroying. Now shut the fuck up Victor and enjoy the promotion, right after this commercial break.
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*Commercial*
The scene changes to a PC and MAC commercial as both of them stand on their respective sides of a white canvas background, Mac speaks up first.
MAC: So you're Windows 7 is done huh?
PC: Yep Mac, Windows 7 is way better than Windows Vista was and doesn't have all those pesky problems as its' predecessor did.
MAC: I think I've heard that before.
All of a sudden the canvas splits in half as Pence Weatherlight dressed in his wrestling attire walks in between a stunned MAC and a smiling PC.
Pence: Of course you've heard that before MAC and that's because it's one hundred percent true!
MAC: Why is this guy here?
PC: Well since MAC is spamming the airwaves full of hate filled propaganda in hope of trying to stop PC from dominating the market with fair priced computer systems. I have hired Pence Weatherlight of the APW and the EWC to teach the Apple company a lesson.
MAC: And what lesson is that?
PC smiles as Pence pulls out a sledge hammer and swings for the fences at MAC's stomach, MAC goes flying through the white canvas background, and Pence dusts off his hands.
Pence: The lesson is, don't buy a MAC because MAC's are a brand name company, and nothing more. It is why they must hire actual actors to make their point with completely untrue propaganda and overprice their piece of s**t computers that don't have the capabilities to play video games.
PC: Thanks Pence.
Pence: Your welcome PC.
Pence begins to walk off, but as he nearly makes it off screen he halts, and turns back around. He walks over to the unconscious body of MAC and then holds out an iPod.
Pence: Oh by the way...stop putting "i" in front of all your crappy products I'm sick and tired of hearing about the newest "i" gizmo. Get some real names for your products, mother f***er.
Pence throws the iPod down on top of MAC and walks over to PC who hands him a Zune. Pence smiles and accepts before walking off stage. The screen then goes green and the symbol of windows appears in the center of the green and then Pence pops up.
Pence: Go try Windows 7! It will blow your mind!
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*Large Conference Room*
The scene opens up on a conference room filled with people wearing suits all sitting around a rather large table, they are all in their own little world talking about things that may pertain to the meeting since they have been put in the dark why it was called in the first place, and some were worried that their job was at stake. The conference room was rather plain looking color, white wall paper, and normal red carpeting on the floor, nothing really special. A tripod stood in the corner with a big graph showing profits made so far in the current quarter of business and a projector hung over head and a wide canvas on the opposite end was used to have images projected on it. All in all it was a rather normal conference room. The doors to the room opened abruptly as Madok, dressed in a suit, and Pence who was also dressed in a suit, but of a different design and a lighter shade of black, walked in the door with a smile on their faces. Pence took his seat near the end of the table, which was only the second chair to be left open, the one at the head of the table belonging to Madok, and Madok stood near his tripod with a laser pointer. He pointed at the first graph, the room grew quiet as he did so, and Madok began to speak.
Madok: Thank you all for getting out here at such late notice. I didn't think we would have a meeting until Friday, but Pence's schedule is working against him in that respect since he is suppose to be flying back to Las Vegas tomorrow. Some of you may be wondering what this graph represents except for profit, well let me tell you this...it represent how well our sales of Weatherlight products are going. As you can see the consumers are eating it up and other companies are rolling in and asking us for advertisement. I am pretty sure you all saw the Windows 7 and World of Warcraft commercials and can easily see that the market is just ape shit for Pence Weatherlight. Anything that he touches turns to pure gold, look at the APW for Christ's sake, and now the EWC! Pence's commercials have generated a large cash flow and along side his products like the Enlightenment box set and the posters and action figures have generated a major flow of cash for the APW and ourselves....
One of the business men raised his hand and Madok turned to look at him. Madok couldn't remember his name so he addressed him a common manner.
Madok: You have a question?
Man: Yeah, what does this have to do with calling the meeting? Surely you didn't call us out here to tell us we are all getting a pay increase...not that I have a problem with pay increases.
Madok: Very good question, Pence would you elaborate?
Pence: Well Madok here wants to construct a new division of Mortalis Incorporated....
There was a very loud murmuring noise filling the entire room as everyone began to talk about the new branch. Pence continued speaking anyway, ignoring the murmuring all together.
Pence: And that new division will be solely used to market my products, I will be heading that division, and will be working closer with the APW and EWC than ever before as a business man as well as a wrestler.
The same man raised his hand again and Pence pointed at him.
Man: No offense Mr. Weatherlight, but you are not necessarily cut out to be a head of a division of a major company. I don't think you know enough to do something like that.
Pence: You may be right...
Bass: Bass, sir, Lue Bass.
Pence: Thank you. You may be right Mr. Bass, but I will not be working alone in all of this.
Madok: And that is why I called this meeting, to address all of you, and let you know that you all will be working with Pence here to make this division work.
More murmurs filled the conference room and Pence looked at Madok who looked back and shrugged. Pence and Madok waited for the murmuring to die down again so that they could begin to talk again. Madok continued on from what he was talking about before.
Madok: Pence is going to be heading the division, but you all going to be the cogs in the machine that allow the division to move, and the main reason Pence is head is because...well...he is the man we are making the division for and he is a trust worthy individual. Pence if you would please address the team you will be leading.
Pence nodded his head and Madok began to clap, the others followed suit, but a little less heart felt. Pence stood near the graph and gave them a weak smile, having no clue what to say, until finally he decided to talk about how they were going to run things.
Pence: Thank you for the applause. In all honesty you all are right, I don't know anything about business, and I know it will be difficult teaching some one like me about it, but rest assured we will do the best we can to make this division the best division of Mortalis Incorporated. So I would like to lay down what we do.
Woman: Yeah, I was wondering that as well.
Pence: Well our little division works very tightly with productions such as EWC and APW when it comes to products involving me. We get a huge say in about everything having to do with me, plus we have a lot to do with producing advertisement, and have almost free creative control over advertisement no matter the product. Well at least we will if anyone wants to do business with us. The major thing is a portion of the profit we make will be given to foundations to help others world wide.
Mr. Bass: So you mean that some of our cash from our pay checks will be sent to charities and foundations?
Pence: No, your pay checks will remain in check, it is my pay check that will be cut drastically to pay for the donations, I'm not really in for the money anyway, just wanting to entertain, and help is enough for me.
The room went silent for a bit, silent enough to hear a pin drop if it was, and as Pence thinks the silence may be because he said something wrong, Madok breaks it up.
Madok: As you can see, Pence is perfect for running this new division, as he easily found a direction for the division, and looked out for everyone at this table's best interest.
Pence: So in conclusion, work starts on Friday, and I suspect you will all have more questions....so if you do just call my personal cell-phone number which Madok has if you need it. Lets do what we can...so that the Weatherlight Foundation can prosper.
Pence smiled as a round of applause from his co-workers surrounded him. After the applause died down, Pence moved away from the tripod, and back to his seat. Madok once again took his spot in front of the tripod and began to speak.
Madok: Now on to other business...
*Scene bursts to static*
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*Unknown Location*
The scene reopens in the same dimly lit room as before, except this time Pence is not sitting on the bed, instead his son Matt Weatherlight sits there. He looks into the camera much like his father did and also much like his father he remains silent, until he picks up a trophy of sorts, and then reads off who it is dedicated to towards the camera.
Matt: Dedicated to a fine wrestler and wrester of the month...Pence Weatherlight. Wrestler of the month is not a title that many people can have added to their resume I presume, I would think this was a huge honor for my father who only received it yesterday from Mac himself, have you ever won wrestler of the month Hades? Have you ever held the main championship of any franchise? Have you ever made it farther than the quarter finals at KoC? I thought not, but yet you mock my father for the accomplishments that he has achieved, and yet you have not obtained honor any where near what my father has. I find it absurd really that a man like yourself, who earns respect in the ring, and outside the ring for being a great, can not produce a single nice thing to say about my father, who if you were sick, would rush to you, even if he does not like you, and help you out in anyway he could. My fathers one flaw is that he cares and everybody targets him for that and that is something I never can understand, why scorn a man for being nice instead of being conceded, why scorn a man for being successful instead of pathetic? It just doesn't make sense, but then again the world is a place full of nonsense, and sometimes one can not find his place in that world.
But even then there are reasons hidden by non-sense, deep within the psyche of every man, woman, and child there is some level of reason. Even in the insane there is a level of rationality, mind you it is buried deep within them, but it is there. I guess the main reason I decided to add on to my father's work tonight was because of how I felt about you...Mr. Hades. I mean you and my father have had battles in the past and it just doesn't make sense that you can hate a man like my father who is kind, compassionate, and giving. I don't know if it is an image you are throwing out and that you really respect my father or if it is just that you dislike him without any sort of rationality to support your distaste for him. I mean he is a modern day saint, a man of the people, and a supporter of most chairities...how can anyone really hate a man who feeds the poor, gives to the orphans, and supports world peace. Maybe you are just a dick, it is quite possible that you are just one of those people who can not be touched even by the most sympathetic of people.
I believe you may be a dick now that I have talked it out to the camera, no normal person would be angry or mean to a man like my father, that is a fact. I suppose that it is inevitable for you two to but heads now, my father is too much the hero, and you are too much the villain. I guess that is how the world truly works, there are heroes in every story, and then there are villains in every story, but much like a story there is an ending. An ending that can only be decided by the heroes and villains as they fight it out to the end, the people hope for the hero to beat the villain, and that is all I can hope for tonight. I hope that my father defeats you Mr. Hades, I hope that you lose badly enough for you to learn the errors of your way. Maybe even apologize, but I know that is too much to ask of you, after all the villain never apologizes, and is always ready to scorn those who support the people. Anyways I've said my piece and it feels good to finally get that off my chest, the promo will start up again, right after this commercial, it a brand new one, I know you will all enjoy it.
Matt gets up off the bed, but not before putting the trophy on the night table, and then turning away from the camera he walks out the door and out into the hall.
*Scene Bursts to Static*
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*Commercial*
The Klondike logo appears on the screen as it opens on a rather lavishly furnished office, Michael Ian is sitting there, and he smiles beginning to speak. A little under text in bold appears right underneath him saying "Klondike Expert*.
Michael: Welcome and thank you for tuning in, my name is Michael, and I'm going to take you on a journey. A journey to answer the ultimate question. Just what would you do for a Klondike bar? Watch with me, but remember once you watch it, you can't unwatch it. Remember you have been warned.
The scene changes to Madok Mortalis and Michael Ian standing near a biker bar, Michael begins to speak into the microphone.
Michael: I have to ask this question to you Madok, just what would you do for a Klondike bar?
Madok: I will fight the next person who comes out of this bar.
All of a sudden a man who is clearly seven foot tall and made of pure muscle walks out of the bar. Madok cringes and then says to Michael.
Madok: Are there take backs?
The sound of a couple women singing fill the speakers.
Women: What would you dooooooo for a Klondike bar?
The announcer's voice fills the speakers and begins to speak out to the people watching.
Announcer: Find out what happens at Klondike Man Cave at Klondike.com
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*Hotel Room*
The scene opens up on the hotel room where Pence is staying, it is just hours after the meeting, and Pence has taken off the coat jacket and the long sleeve under shirt. He is now wearing a white v-neck shirt and the pants of his suit, he looks up at the roof, his eyes closing, after all he has been all around America in the span of a week, and now he has to go up to Canada. The memory of the booing the last time he had been there is still quite vivid in his mind and he silently makes a note to hire a body guard before going up there. A loud knock on the door interrupts his sleeping and rolling off the bed, he gets to his feet, and walks to the door.
Pence: Who is it?
Madok: It's me, I just wanted to talk over some things with you.
Pence: Alright...but make it quick, I'm pretty damn tired, and I'm flying back out to Las Vegas tomorrow...I need to pack still.
Pence opens the door and Madok walks in slowly, looking around the room, and shaking his head. He takes a seat on the bed that Pence had been laying on only moments ago and Pence walks over to one of the chairs around a table and takes a seat. Pence looks at Madok who is clearly looking around at the room.
Madok: Seriously man, you should have got a suite. A mini bar, a hot tub, and a king sized bed...seriously man, live it up a tad.
Pence: I thought you were here to talk.
Madok: Dodging the arguments, you have learned well.
Pence: I've had some time to practice.
Madok: Anyways, I brought over some documents that I need you to take a look at, involving the division logo, and what product we will be supporting first. There are several popular companies that want to have us advertise for them. Especially Klondike and McDonalds.
Pence: Sounds good to me...I would love to work with Klondike and McDonalds.
Madok: Well Klondike actually wanted me to do a commercial, McDonalds asked for you.
Pence quirked his brow as Madok looked at him with a confused look.
Madok: What?
Pence: Klondike wanted to do a commercial with you?
Madok: Yeah, is that so hard to believe? I mean I am pretty good friends with Michael Ian so it was pretty easy getting my name on the sheet.
Pence: That is pretty cool.
Madok: Isn't it?
Pence took the documents which Madok tried to hand to him. Pence opened up the documents and began to look through them and nodded his head.
Pence: I like the one with the tree and the sun.
Madok: I liked that one too, but choose the best one.
Pence: This one for sure, take it, and put it on the business cards.
Madok: Actually we are not going to be able to make the cards until late next month, I hope you understand.
Pence: No biggy.
Madok gets up and is about to leave, but then stops, and turns around to look at Pence who is still looking through all the documents. Madok then begins to speak to Pence in a concerned voice.
Madok: You look like you are overworking yourself, Pence. Maybe you should slow down.
Pence: All I need is some sleep. If I can get about a few hours before I go out to fight Hades and I will be ready to win.
Madok: Alright then, you go ahead, and rest up. I will take care of the legal documents.
Madok took the documents from Pence's hands and Pence nodded in thanks and makes his way to the bed. He lay down on it and closed his eyes as Madok walked out the door and turned off the lights so that Pence could get his sleep. Pence's mind raced as the door closed and his mind wandered to a night not too far in the future where he would stand up and beat some sense into Biggs. With that his mind blacked out as sleep reached him.
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*Unknown Location*
The scene reopens on an empty room that is dimly lit by candle light, the door opens, and then the lights come on quickly. Madok's voice fills the speakers as he begins to speak.
Madok: Who the fuck turned off the lights, nearly tripped over the suitcase in front of the door....hey is this camera on?
Madok sits down on the bed and extinguishes the flame on the candles, turning to look at the camera, he sees that the light is still blinking, and begins to speak.
Madok: Clearly some one left this camera on and forgot to turn it off, oh well guess I could share my thoughts on Victor Hades. Hey Vic, it's me...you probably don't give a flying fuck who I am, but then again I could care less who the fuck you are. I mean look at you, you are still high off the accomplishments you completed over two years ago, and are trying to undermine my boy Pence who clearly is having a better track record than you ever had in the EWC. Don't be upset that when you got here you got your ass handed to you and don't be upset that you got your ass handed to you by Pence on two out of three of the times you have been in the same ring. Seriously grow the fuck up and give my boy Pence some God damn credit, don't just stand there and be an ass hole all the time learn to love a little, you fucking little prick. I bet you are going to be pissed tonight that is for sure, when my boy walks all over you like a welcome mat, and goes to fight Biggs at Christmas Chaos for the Overdrive title.
You see Vic, you've only set yourself up for disappointment tonight, because my boy Pence is not going to lose to a little cock sucker like you. There is no chance in hell, hell there is no chance in any after life zone of you beating Pence Weatherlight in a one on one fight. Pence is the mother fucking reaper and all you are is just another face to him, just another mark on the way to fighting his way back to the APW World Heavyweight Championship. Being a stepping stone must suck, eh, Vic, but somebody has to do it, so why not one of the most shittiest talents in the APW? I don't even think saying that Pence is going to beat your ass doesn't quite describes the amount of pain you're going to be in after Pence has his way with you. I mean you might as well change your name to Road Kill because you are going to damn well look like road kill. You are going to be so damn broken, bloody, and crippled that your doctors are going to need psychologists after looking at your ugly mug, then again they already do after taking a look at you.
I think I might as well call a funeral home and make some arrangements because you are not walking out of that ring alive. I think I've spent enough time on making metaphors and similes for now, but there is one more thing I need to say to you before I shut off this camera. I have to ask you in what realm did you think it was possible that you could beat Pence...I mean even if you were high you would have to know that Pence is a wrecking ball with legs. I don't know if you have a death wish or are just retarded, but I think I would have learned my lesson after consecutive beatings from my boy, but now you want to step in the ring one more time with him. You know what, power to you, I'm not going to hold you back, and I think that I'm done talking to you. I just realized that I am talking to a complete idiot, anyways seeya, Vic.
Madok turns off the camera as the scene bursts to static.
*Scene bursts to static*
The scene opens on a dimly candle lighted room, the camera, which can barely pick up anything in the room except for shapes, zooms in on what appears to be a bed by its shape and size, and find the silhouette of a man who is leaning forward. The sound of a light match can be heard as the figure of the man comes into view by the faint light of the tip of the blazing match, the man is none other than Pence Weatherlight, who pays the camera little heed as he lights the candle next to his bed further, illuminating the room. The room is silent and void of any noises except for the sound of Pence's breathing, he looks at the camera, but does not speak, instead he appears to be looking into the eyes of his opponent who is most likely quite far away from where he is. Pence pulls out a document from one of his pockets and holds it up to the view of the camera, it is a poster for King of the Cage 2009, and it displays a picture of all four of the semi finalists who look ready to dismember each other. Pence allows the posters relevance to be taken in as finally it becomes apparent he has highlighted his name on the poster and who he is fighting.
Pence: Hello there ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the last promotion I will be cutting on Overdive for this year. Some of you out there, especially my opponent, may be wondering "Why is your promotion so late?" or "Why are you sitting in complete silence?". Well there is an answer to that and that is....I have been busy promoting the APW in the wrestling ring over at the King of the Cage tournament. Where I might add that I have managed to make it to the Semi-finals, you know, a feat that my opponent for this week couldn't even do in his wildest dreams or his imagination. Next I will explain the silence and of course the dark room, well to be honest I felt like this would be a better place than any to address Victor Hades, after all this is how I view his promos to be like to me you know: dark, gloomy, and rather hard to see through to the point. But then again what else is new? Victor has always been this way, a dark, brooding, and unentertaining piece of shit that has obtained every lucky break in his career to get him to this point, which of course he uses to brag about.
Simply put, the guy pisses me off because he makes Level One looks like he has no ego, this guy has always been that way since the day he started he has been bragging, and bragging people's ears off. But when he gets beat, look out! The guy has a pissing and moaning fit that puts most little kids to shame, but just like a little kid you have to beat his ass, and scold him to set him straight. But even then because Victor is so pig head, so completely ignorant, so thick skulled, and retarded he comes back and tries to tell you that you are wrong. Personally I don't understand the guy anymore than I understand quantum physics or how the world came to be, but I'm going to do the same thing I do to those things when I heard them brought up, and that is just smile and nod my head. Because personally there is nothing I can say that will get through to this man, he is just too ignorant, and devoid of any sort of sense to really have an intelligent conversation with. I point out facts, he points out stupid concepts that make sense to only him, I point out that he has never beat me, he brings up I have never pinned him, and as you can see...I am just quite bored with it.
So lets cut the shit Victor, you fucking lost just as I lost last week, which will no doubt be brought up as a victory for you, and I am tired of you beating around the bush about it. Accept the facts Victor, I am better than you, I am better at wrestling, better with the mic, and better prepared to be a champion. The sooner you admit that then the sooner you can finally accept that you just plain out suck and that you are truly not worth a title shot. The only reason you are even being considered for this honor, this privilege, is because you decided to stick your nose into something that you were not supposed to, and of course I, being a good man, had to kick your ass, and tell you to piss off, but low and behold, you didn't seem to give two shits about that. Instead you tried to attack him more and more which caused me to put my foot down right on your fucking throat. Then what happens?
Well Jeff decides, hell why not, and then throws us into as many matches as he possibly can until both of us are just so extremely sick of fighting each other that we just want to explode, and that is exactly what he expects us to do. He expects in this match that the rivalry between us that has been brewing will reach its extreme and we will just beat the ever living shit out of each other, in a way he is right, but in another he is wrong. There will only be one side doing the beating and the other will be doing all of the receiving, and right now it is looking pretty obvious who will get his ass kicked and who is going to walk in with the momentum against his opponent, I hope you have a good physician on hand and some good medical insurance because your premiums are about to get quite the large spike after I'm done with you, Victor. But then again I would only be helping along what is already happening to your down hill career. Lets face it Victor you are not in the best shape of your life, otherwise you would be making me eat my words in the ring, but so far you have remained a luke warm competitor in the in ring situation.
I don't know if it is because you have taken so many heavy hits in your career that your brain just can't rationalize that you are on a down hill run, but it is clearly obvious that you are. Lets take your record here in the APW in to consideration shall we, just take a look at it, you are like the Hulk Hogan of APW, you got hired to get more people in the seats for a rivalry with big faces, but you were never really brought in here to win shit. Hell maybe you know it, but you are just not willing to admit it, after all I know that the Victor Hades of old would have at least thrown his hat in at the King of the Cage tournament, hell I know that the old Victor Hades wouldn't take a back seat to Level One...he would be knocking on his door as I should be. To tell you the truth I miss the old Victor Hades, not this shell of a wrestler in the middle of the ring proclaiming himself to be Victor Hades. What happened to the rage, to the aggression, and the power...I suppose that time does take away on the body and the mind. So with that in mind, I'm going to do the fans and yourself a favor, I'm going to clean up shop, starting with you, and then I'm going to get back up on my own feet, and take on Level One! I don't care what Slade is doing, I don't care what Jeff has planned, I will come back, and take what is mine. You hear that Level One! Rest assured that this is not the last you see of me, win or no win tonight, I am going to kick your ass regardless!
So our time has come to a close, Hades. I have nothing more to say to you Victor except this. Tonight Hades, when your devil tangos with the reaper incarnate, you will learn first hand that what you think has not been helping me in my matches, and what has not been laying down the law of the land....has only just awaken from its' slumber. It is still shaking off the rust, but I can guarantee you...tonight you will meet it first hand, and as you gaze upon the Reaper and pray to your Satan for safety, for a reprieve, you will learn just how insignificant Satan is when compared to the Reaper that dwells inside of me. So be prepared because tonight, your very soul is on the chopping block, and the Reaper has every intention of destroying. Now shut the fuck up Victor and enjoy the promotion, right after this commercial break.
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*Commercial*
The scene changes to a PC and MAC commercial as both of them stand on their respective sides of a white canvas background, Mac speaks up first.
MAC: So you're Windows 7 is done huh?
PC: Yep Mac, Windows 7 is way better than Windows Vista was and doesn't have all those pesky problems as its' predecessor did.
MAC: I think I've heard that before.
All of a sudden the canvas splits in half as Pence Weatherlight dressed in his wrestling attire walks in between a stunned MAC and a smiling PC.
Pence: Of course you've heard that before MAC and that's because it's one hundred percent true!
MAC: Why is this guy here?
PC: Well since MAC is spamming the airwaves full of hate filled propaganda in hope of trying to stop PC from dominating the market with fair priced computer systems. I have hired Pence Weatherlight of the APW and the EWC to teach the Apple company a lesson.
MAC: And what lesson is that?
PC smiles as Pence pulls out a sledge hammer and swings for the fences at MAC's stomach, MAC goes flying through the white canvas background, and Pence dusts off his hands.
Pence: The lesson is, don't buy a MAC because MAC's are a brand name company, and nothing more. It is why they must hire actual actors to make their point with completely untrue propaganda and overprice their piece of s**t computers that don't have the capabilities to play video games.
PC: Thanks Pence.
Pence: Your welcome PC.
Pence begins to walk off, but as he nearly makes it off screen he halts, and turns back around. He walks over to the unconscious body of MAC and then holds out an iPod.
Pence: Oh by the way...stop putting "i" in front of all your crappy products I'm sick and tired of hearing about the newest "i" gizmo. Get some real names for your products, mother f***er.
Pence throws the iPod down on top of MAC and walks over to PC who hands him a Zune. Pence smiles and accepts before walking off stage. The screen then goes green and the symbol of windows appears in the center of the green and then Pence pops up.
Pence: Go try Windows 7! It will blow your mind!
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Product Management
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The scene opens up on a conference room filled with people wearing suits all sitting around a rather large table, they are all in their own little world talking about things that may pertain to the meeting since they have been put in the dark why it was called in the first place, and some were worried that their job was at stake. The conference room was rather plain looking color, white wall paper, and normal red carpeting on the floor, nothing really special. A tripod stood in the corner with a big graph showing profits made so far in the current quarter of business and a projector hung over head and a wide canvas on the opposite end was used to have images projected on it. All in all it was a rather normal conference room. The doors to the room opened abruptly as Madok, dressed in a suit, and Pence who was also dressed in a suit, but of a different design and a lighter shade of black, walked in the door with a smile on their faces. Pence took his seat near the end of the table, which was only the second chair to be left open, the one at the head of the table belonging to Madok, and Madok stood near his tripod with a laser pointer. He pointed at the first graph, the room grew quiet as he did so, and Madok began to speak.
Madok: Thank you all for getting out here at such late notice. I didn't think we would have a meeting until Friday, but Pence's schedule is working against him in that respect since he is suppose to be flying back to Las Vegas tomorrow. Some of you may be wondering what this graph represents except for profit, well let me tell you this...it represent how well our sales of Weatherlight products are going. As you can see the consumers are eating it up and other companies are rolling in and asking us for advertisement. I am pretty sure you all saw the Windows 7 and World of Warcraft commercials and can easily see that the market is just ape shit for Pence Weatherlight. Anything that he touches turns to pure gold, look at the APW for Christ's sake, and now the EWC! Pence's commercials have generated a large cash flow and along side his products like the Enlightenment box set and the posters and action figures have generated a major flow of cash for the APW and ourselves....
One of the business men raised his hand and Madok turned to look at him. Madok couldn't remember his name so he addressed him a common manner.
Madok: You have a question?
Man: Yeah, what does this have to do with calling the meeting? Surely you didn't call us out here to tell us we are all getting a pay increase...not that I have a problem with pay increases.
Madok: Very good question, Pence would you elaborate?
Pence: Well Madok here wants to construct a new division of Mortalis Incorporated....
There was a very loud murmuring noise filling the entire room as everyone began to talk about the new branch. Pence continued speaking anyway, ignoring the murmuring all together.
Pence: And that new division will be solely used to market my products, I will be heading that division, and will be working closer with the APW and EWC than ever before as a business man as well as a wrestler.
The same man raised his hand again and Pence pointed at him.
Man: No offense Mr. Weatherlight, but you are not necessarily cut out to be a head of a division of a major company. I don't think you know enough to do something like that.
Pence: You may be right...
Bass: Bass, sir, Lue Bass.
Pence: Thank you. You may be right Mr. Bass, but I will not be working alone in all of this.
Madok: And that is why I called this meeting, to address all of you, and let you know that you all will be working with Pence here to make this division work.
More murmurs filled the conference room and Pence looked at Madok who looked back and shrugged. Pence and Madok waited for the murmuring to die down again so that they could begin to talk again. Madok continued on from what he was talking about before.
Madok: Pence is going to be heading the division, but you all going to be the cogs in the machine that allow the division to move, and the main reason Pence is head is because...well...he is the man we are making the division for and he is a trust worthy individual. Pence if you would please address the team you will be leading.
Pence nodded his head and Madok began to clap, the others followed suit, but a little less heart felt. Pence stood near the graph and gave them a weak smile, having no clue what to say, until finally he decided to talk about how they were going to run things.
Pence: Thank you for the applause. In all honesty you all are right, I don't know anything about business, and I know it will be difficult teaching some one like me about it, but rest assured we will do the best we can to make this division the best division of Mortalis Incorporated. So I would like to lay down what we do.
Woman: Yeah, I was wondering that as well.
Pence: Well our little division works very tightly with productions such as EWC and APW when it comes to products involving me. We get a huge say in about everything having to do with me, plus we have a lot to do with producing advertisement, and have almost free creative control over advertisement no matter the product. Well at least we will if anyone wants to do business with us. The major thing is a portion of the profit we make will be given to foundations to help others world wide.
Mr. Bass: So you mean that some of our cash from our pay checks will be sent to charities and foundations?
Pence: No, your pay checks will remain in check, it is my pay check that will be cut drastically to pay for the donations, I'm not really in for the money anyway, just wanting to entertain, and help is enough for me.
The room went silent for a bit, silent enough to hear a pin drop if it was, and as Pence thinks the silence may be because he said something wrong, Madok breaks it up.
Madok: As you can see, Pence is perfect for running this new division, as he easily found a direction for the division, and looked out for everyone at this table's best interest.
Pence: So in conclusion, work starts on Friday, and I suspect you will all have more questions....so if you do just call my personal cell-phone number which Madok has if you need it. Lets do what we can...so that the Weatherlight Foundation can prosper.
Pence smiled as a round of applause from his co-workers surrounded him. After the applause died down, Pence moved away from the tripod, and back to his seat. Madok once again took his spot in front of the tripod and began to speak.
Madok: Now on to other business...
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*Unknown Location*
The scene reopens in the same dimly lit room as before, except this time Pence is not sitting on the bed, instead his son Matt Weatherlight sits there. He looks into the camera much like his father did and also much like his father he remains silent, until he picks up a trophy of sorts, and then reads off who it is dedicated to towards the camera.
Matt: Dedicated to a fine wrestler and wrester of the month...Pence Weatherlight. Wrestler of the month is not a title that many people can have added to their resume I presume, I would think this was a huge honor for my father who only received it yesterday from Mac himself, have you ever won wrestler of the month Hades? Have you ever held the main championship of any franchise? Have you ever made it farther than the quarter finals at KoC? I thought not, but yet you mock my father for the accomplishments that he has achieved, and yet you have not obtained honor any where near what my father has. I find it absurd really that a man like yourself, who earns respect in the ring, and outside the ring for being a great, can not produce a single nice thing to say about my father, who if you were sick, would rush to you, even if he does not like you, and help you out in anyway he could. My fathers one flaw is that he cares and everybody targets him for that and that is something I never can understand, why scorn a man for being nice instead of being conceded, why scorn a man for being successful instead of pathetic? It just doesn't make sense, but then again the world is a place full of nonsense, and sometimes one can not find his place in that world.
But even then there are reasons hidden by non-sense, deep within the psyche of every man, woman, and child there is some level of reason. Even in the insane there is a level of rationality, mind you it is buried deep within them, but it is there. I guess the main reason I decided to add on to my father's work tonight was because of how I felt about you...Mr. Hades. I mean you and my father have had battles in the past and it just doesn't make sense that you can hate a man like my father who is kind, compassionate, and giving. I don't know if it is an image you are throwing out and that you really respect my father or if it is just that you dislike him without any sort of rationality to support your distaste for him. I mean he is a modern day saint, a man of the people, and a supporter of most chairities...how can anyone really hate a man who feeds the poor, gives to the orphans, and supports world peace. Maybe you are just a dick, it is quite possible that you are just one of those people who can not be touched even by the most sympathetic of people.
I believe you may be a dick now that I have talked it out to the camera, no normal person would be angry or mean to a man like my father, that is a fact. I suppose that it is inevitable for you two to but heads now, my father is too much the hero, and you are too much the villain. I guess that is how the world truly works, there are heroes in every story, and then there are villains in every story, but much like a story there is an ending. An ending that can only be decided by the heroes and villains as they fight it out to the end, the people hope for the hero to beat the villain, and that is all I can hope for tonight. I hope that my father defeats you Mr. Hades, I hope that you lose badly enough for you to learn the errors of your way. Maybe even apologize, but I know that is too much to ask of you, after all the villain never apologizes, and is always ready to scorn those who support the people. Anyways I've said my piece and it feels good to finally get that off my chest, the promo will start up again, right after this commercial, it a brand new one, I know you will all enjoy it.
Matt gets up off the bed, but not before putting the trophy on the night table, and then turning away from the camera he walks out the door and out into the hall.
*Scene Bursts to Static*
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*Commercial*
The Klondike logo appears on the screen as it opens on a rather lavishly furnished office, Michael Ian is sitting there, and he smiles beginning to speak. A little under text in bold appears right underneath him saying "Klondike Expert*.
Michael: Welcome and thank you for tuning in, my name is Michael, and I'm going to take you on a journey. A journey to answer the ultimate question. Just what would you do for a Klondike bar? Watch with me, but remember once you watch it, you can't unwatch it. Remember you have been warned.
The scene changes to Madok Mortalis and Michael Ian standing near a biker bar, Michael begins to speak into the microphone.
Michael: I have to ask this question to you Madok, just what would you do for a Klondike bar?
Madok: I will fight the next person who comes out of this bar.
All of a sudden a man who is clearly seven foot tall and made of pure muscle walks out of the bar. Madok cringes and then says to Michael.
Madok: Are there take backs?
The sound of a couple women singing fill the speakers.
Women: What would you dooooooo for a Klondike bar?
The announcer's voice fills the speakers and begins to speak out to the people watching.
Announcer: Find out what happens at Klondike Man Cave at Klondike.com
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*Hotel Room*
The scene opens up on the hotel room where Pence is staying, it is just hours after the meeting, and Pence has taken off the coat jacket and the long sleeve under shirt. He is now wearing a white v-neck shirt and the pants of his suit, he looks up at the roof, his eyes closing, after all he has been all around America in the span of a week, and now he has to go up to Canada. The memory of the booing the last time he had been there is still quite vivid in his mind and he silently makes a note to hire a body guard before going up there. A loud knock on the door interrupts his sleeping and rolling off the bed, he gets to his feet, and walks to the door.
Pence: Who is it?
Madok: It's me, I just wanted to talk over some things with you.
Pence: Alright...but make it quick, I'm pretty damn tired, and I'm flying back out to Las Vegas tomorrow...I need to pack still.
Pence opens the door and Madok walks in slowly, looking around the room, and shaking his head. He takes a seat on the bed that Pence had been laying on only moments ago and Pence walks over to one of the chairs around a table and takes a seat. Pence looks at Madok who is clearly looking around at the room.
Madok: Seriously man, you should have got a suite. A mini bar, a hot tub, and a king sized bed...seriously man, live it up a tad.
Pence: I thought you were here to talk.
Madok: Dodging the arguments, you have learned well.
Pence: I've had some time to practice.
Madok: Anyways, I brought over some documents that I need you to take a look at, involving the division logo, and what product we will be supporting first. There are several popular companies that want to have us advertise for them. Especially Klondike and McDonalds.
Pence: Sounds good to me...I would love to work with Klondike and McDonalds.
Madok: Well Klondike actually wanted me to do a commercial, McDonalds asked for you.
Pence quirked his brow as Madok looked at him with a confused look.
Madok: What?
Pence: Klondike wanted to do a commercial with you?
Madok: Yeah, is that so hard to believe? I mean I am pretty good friends with Michael Ian so it was pretty easy getting my name on the sheet.
Pence: That is pretty cool.
Madok: Isn't it?
Pence took the documents which Madok tried to hand to him. Pence opened up the documents and began to look through them and nodded his head.
Pence: I like the one with the tree and the sun.
Madok: I liked that one too, but choose the best one.
Pence: This one for sure, take it, and put it on the business cards.
Madok: Actually we are not going to be able to make the cards until late next month, I hope you understand.
Pence: No biggy.
Madok gets up and is about to leave, but then stops, and turns around to look at Pence who is still looking through all the documents. Madok then begins to speak to Pence in a concerned voice.
Madok: You look like you are overworking yourself, Pence. Maybe you should slow down.
Pence: All I need is some sleep. If I can get about a few hours before I go out to fight Hades and I will be ready to win.
Madok: Alright then, you go ahead, and rest up. I will take care of the legal documents.
Madok took the documents from Pence's hands and Pence nodded in thanks and makes his way to the bed. He lay down on it and closed his eyes as Madok walked out the door and turned off the lights so that Pence could get his sleep. Pence's mind raced as the door closed and his mind wandered to a night not too far in the future where he would stand up and beat some sense into Biggs. With that his mind blacked out as sleep reached him.
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*Unknown Location*
The scene reopens on an empty room that is dimly lit by candle light, the door opens, and then the lights come on quickly. Madok's voice fills the speakers as he begins to speak.
Madok: Who the fuck turned off the lights, nearly tripped over the suitcase in front of the door....hey is this camera on?
Madok sits down on the bed and extinguishes the flame on the candles, turning to look at the camera, he sees that the light is still blinking, and begins to speak.
Madok: Clearly some one left this camera on and forgot to turn it off, oh well guess I could share my thoughts on Victor Hades. Hey Vic, it's me...you probably don't give a flying fuck who I am, but then again I could care less who the fuck you are. I mean look at you, you are still high off the accomplishments you completed over two years ago, and are trying to undermine my boy Pence who clearly is having a better track record than you ever had in the EWC. Don't be upset that when you got here you got your ass handed to you and don't be upset that you got your ass handed to you by Pence on two out of three of the times you have been in the same ring. Seriously grow the fuck up and give my boy Pence some God damn credit, don't just stand there and be an ass hole all the time learn to love a little, you fucking little prick. I bet you are going to be pissed tonight that is for sure, when my boy walks all over you like a welcome mat, and goes to fight Biggs at Christmas Chaos for the Overdrive title.
You see Vic, you've only set yourself up for disappointment tonight, because my boy Pence is not going to lose to a little cock sucker like you. There is no chance in hell, hell there is no chance in any after life zone of you beating Pence Weatherlight in a one on one fight. Pence is the mother fucking reaper and all you are is just another face to him, just another mark on the way to fighting his way back to the APW World Heavyweight Championship. Being a stepping stone must suck, eh, Vic, but somebody has to do it, so why not one of the most shittiest talents in the APW? I don't even think saying that Pence is going to beat your ass doesn't quite describes the amount of pain you're going to be in after Pence has his way with you. I mean you might as well change your name to Road Kill because you are going to damn well look like road kill. You are going to be so damn broken, bloody, and crippled that your doctors are going to need psychologists after looking at your ugly mug, then again they already do after taking a look at you.
I think I might as well call a funeral home and make some arrangements because you are not walking out of that ring alive. I think I've spent enough time on making metaphors and similes for now, but there is one more thing I need to say to you before I shut off this camera. I have to ask you in what realm did you think it was possible that you could beat Pence...I mean even if you were high you would have to know that Pence is a wrecking ball with legs. I don't know if you have a death wish or are just retarded, but I think I would have learned my lesson after consecutive beatings from my boy, but now you want to step in the ring one more time with him. You know what, power to you, I'm not going to hold you back, and I think that I'm done talking to you. I just realized that I am talking to a complete idiot, anyways seeya, Vic.
Madok turns off the camera as the scene bursts to static.
*Scene bursts to static*
