Post by Nick Watson on Aug 13, 2009 21:00:40 GMT -4
Pence: I awoke one day and realized that I was not the same Pence Weatherlight that I had been weeks ago. I had become something more, this is the story of that day. The day I finally decided to listen to the voice that I had dulled down with logic...the voice of the Reaper. Now is the time for this story to take root, now is the time for the truth to emerge. Now is the time for this story.... the story of how I became the reaper once again.
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*Unknown Location, 8:00 A.M. three days ago*
The rookie didn't know how to approach the man who was their leader. He didn't know the proper procedures and he sure as hell didn't know his place in the world. He had heard tails of the Captains tendencies...of how he reacted to the newer recruits if they crossed his path or were disobedient. He didn't want to be one of those people who died just because they were stupid. So as he knocked silently on the door he wished for his safety and prayed the captain was in a good mood. A rough voice on the other side of the door spoke up.
Voice: Enter.
Not many people had ever seen the captain in person, not many had even heard the man. His orders usually came from people higher up, but what little he knew about the captain seemed to envelope him with a sense of curiosity. He opened the door and noticed that the room was candle lit and the only man in the room was a man wearing a mask hunched over a piece of paper writing things down. He took a step forward and then another, slowly inching towards the captain, their leader. As he got within five feet he was abruptly startled by the speed of the man as he put the barrel of a gun to his forehead. The rookie nearly pissed his pants as the captain began to growl with beastial fury.
Captain: Do you not remember the procedures here on the Jenova? Huh!? Do you?!
Rookie: Ye...ye...yes sir.
Captain: Then did you know that you are suppose to salute an officer of my rank you chicken shit bastard.
The captain released the safety on his gun and was about to pull the trigger when a voice from beside him halted the captain's trigger finger.
Voice: Cut that shit out, Zoa. For christ sakes take the damn mask off you look nothing like me and I'm getting tired of your trigger happy attitude. Plus there must be something good to say otherwise this rookie wouldn't even be here bothering me this early in the morning.
Zoa: But sir!
The real captain came into view, the notorious Captain X, the man who could supposedly out think many of the most tactical leaders ever seen. Among the recruits he was a God, a myth, a legend, but to be before the greatest soldier that had ever lived nearly made him jump for joy. The captain radiated confidence and strength that even frightened the man in front of him. Zoa threw the gun aside and exited the room with a grunt, leaving the captain and the rookie in the room alone. For the very first time the recruit knew just how fanatical the Captain was. Along the walls were pictures of Pence Weatherlight, all from long distance, and most likely at different places around the world.
Captain X: Do you mind shutting the door. I much prefer candle light than the blasted lights of this submarine.
Ever since the little in-war for control over Mr. Strange's asset had began, Captain X and his crew had been on the run inside the submarine called the Jenova. The recruit closed the door and the Captain sat down in the chair in front of the desk, he turned around to look at the recruit who was mindlessly looking around the room with almost no recollection of why he was there.
Captain X: Sorry to bother you, but maybe you can tell me why a recruit is standing here in front of me at 8:00 in the morning.
Rookie: Oh I'm sorry. I have some news on that man you wanted us to find....Pence Weatherlight, was it?
The captain nodded his head.
Rookie: Well captain, it looks like we can attack him since he doesn't expect a thing, our people have been following him for some time now, and we finally have the opening we need to make a strike.
Captain X: This is good news indeed, but I can't make a move until I talk to the others, then I can make my move. Thank you, private, but I need to discuss things over with my advisers before I make a full blown attack on that man.
Rookie: I understand sir.
Captain X: Now if you don't mind. I have some work to do before I go talk to the advisers. Dismissed.
The rookie saluted and the captain did too. The rookie left the captain alone as he looked around the room himself. Taking in all of the pictures and sighing to himself before speaking up.
Captain X: Finally we will see who the better soldier truly is, Pence.
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*Unknown Location, 9:00 A.M. three days ago*
Three factions, all vieing for the same thing, complete, and utter control of all of Strange's assets had emerged after Strange's mysterious disappearance. Captain X was the leader the leader of the faction that was called the Dark Axis, the Dark Axis had stolen a prototype submarine called the Jenova, and had used it to escape the wrath of Dr. Vice when Captain X had opposed him, and his policies. Vice however didn't need the lowly captain to make his mark on society, he didn't need Captain X and he sure as hell didn't need Strange. Happy with everything that was going on and remaining completely and utterly neutral through out this whole thing was something he prized himself on. He wanted the Dark Axis and Creed to fight over everything and then when the time was right he would run in and pick up the left overs. However, even then he didn't need Captain X or Creed, he had something much more powerful at his disposal. Something deadly and considerably more powerful than anyone could ever imagine. He called it Veil.
Veil was a scientific experiment true, but it had been done to perfection and made perfect in every way it possibly could. The problem was the wounds that it had suffered during the time it had been made, the scars had remained and he had bandaged him up. The only thing visible on Veil was its' eye, ever looking, and never blinking. With that one eye Veil could easily control the minds of anyone who would look deep within it, it was marvelous, and something that Vice took all the credit for. No one knew that Vice was the real leader of the group named Corruption, all of the lower workers and executives believed that Veil was the leader. It was better that way, it took a lot of heat off of him and further made him proud of his perfect and powerful creation. One morning as he walked down the normal path that he did to observe everything that was going on that day he saw Veil at work. Looking over the masses with its' one eye he felt a sense of dread, he himself was scared of the perfection before his eyes. Scared that the creature would turn on him and come to him and attack him. He had the means of killing the creature, but only he did. So if he died, there would be no way to kill Veil. Vice sighed, throwing those thoughts out of his mind as he made his way up to the observation room on the third floor over looking the vastness of the work area. He poured himself a cup of coffee and turned on some Mozart from Strange's personal collection and sat back. The door to the observation room opened up and in walked his creation and with a grunt took a seat on the other side of the room. For a second Vice was confused, but for not much longer than that.
Vice: What are you doing in here Veil, aren't you suppose to be overlooking the work that is being done in the construction area.
Veil: No, I have evolved past that Dr. Vice. I can now control them from here from only looking at them once.
Vice smiled, constant evolution was usually a devastating thing to put on a creature, but Veil was constantly evolving, growing stronger, and gaining new powers daily. It was everything that Vice could hope for in a creature that would help run his affairs from the inside out.
Vice: My, my, my...you are quite the scientific breakthrough aren't you Veil? I mean with you, who the hell needs Captain X or Mr. Strange. A creation like you is perfect in every way, constantly evolving to match its' surrounding and its' tasks. Perfect in every sense of the word. My how it must be a gift to evolve when you want to, to meet a challenge.
Veil: Yes, Dr. Vice. It is quite a great gift that you have bestowed upon me and I thank you for it. Maybe one day I can repay you for such a powerful ability.
Vice: You already have Veil, you already have. I mean look at you, you're commanding all of these workers without even breaking a sweat, and are helping me run this business quite well.
Veil: But when can we strike doctor...I want to kill Creed and Captain X...all I need is the opportunity to do so.
Vice: Don't you worry about that Veil. We will attack when this little war blows over, which it will soon enough. I am watching all of the waters there is no way the captain can get by unnoticed and I am forcing Creed to show all of his cards as well. Soon I will make my move against either of the survivors. No need for killing yet.
Veil nodded glumly as Vice stood up.
Vice: Anyways, I have a meeting with the executives, now if you excuse me...I have to go look out for the companies best interest. Something that Strange hasn't done for a very long time.
Vice left Veil alone in the observation room dissappearing out the door that he had came in at. Veil growled in anger and then spoke.
Veil: I just want to fight...damn you doctor.
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*Hotel in Montreal, Quebec. 6:00 P.M. three days ago*
Madok: Come on Pence, I promise you it will be fun. Maria is there too...come on man, think of the kids.
Pence: I don't want to go in there, I don't want to..
Maria: Hey you two, what are you guys up to?
Madok and Pence stopped dead in their tracks to view the beautiful woman in front of them. Maria was dressed in a strapless white dress with her hair up and a pair of heels she looked absolutely stunning. Pence smiled thinking of just how lucky he was to have some one like Maria to rely on in times like these.
Pence: You know that Madok only wants to go to this charity banquet here in Montreal to pick up chicks, right Maria.
Maria: Well if he is that desperate then that is his problem not ours. Come on honey we have to go down to the limo.
Madok: Jesus woman, that was a pretty damn low blow, if it had been any lower my nuts might have exploded.
Maria: Men like you give men like Pence here a bad name and besides this banquet is not for you to gain a booty call it is for Pence here to make a great speech for the orphans of Quebec.
Madok: Swinging for my nuts with a mallet. I'm telling you Pence, this woman is crazy....
Maria glared at Madok.
Madok: Crazy in love with you that is. Definitely not crazy, hell no...definitely not.
Maria smiled and Pence held out his arm like a gentlemen as the two descended the stairs leaving Madok alone at the top of the flight.
Madok: It is my God damn car you know! It only goes when I get there...the least you could do is show me a little respect.
Pence: I'm sorry Madok, but women are always right. Just get used to that and you will survive the hectic shit like the days when your girl friend loses a shoe or something.
Now it was Pence's turn to be glared at.
Pence: Don't glare at me love, it is so true. You lost a shoe and I told you that you could just wear another one of the twenty pairs that you had and you nearly chewed my damn head off. So don't get pissy with me.
The glare sofented and she hugged him close, Madok now was far behind them, and following them now, almost running down the stairs. Finally when all three of them made it down the stairs the limo sat silently waiting for them, the driver leaning against the black as night limo.
Madok: Start the car up, we are ready to roll.
Pence halted for a second as he opened the door for Maria and as both Madok and Maria got inside Maria questionly spoke up.
Maria: What is it honey?
Pence: Nothing...I felt like we were being watched.
Madok: Just get in the car, we have to be at the banquet at seven and it is half way across town.
Pence nodded his head and got inside the car as it drove off towards the banquet. The man standing on the balcony overlooking the hotel smiled to himself as he spoke up over the radio that he held in his hands.
Man: Target is on his way, Alpha, Bravo, and Delta teams all be ready to take him out when you get the chance.
*The scene bursts to static*
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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*The Bell Center, Current Day)
"Immortal" by Adema plays over the PA system as the fans look around confused, at first they don't understand what is going on, the lights go out, and a single spotlight descends on the entrance ramp with a lone figure in a sleeveless trench coat standing there with his back turned to the crowd. On his back is a picture of the reaper and the fans go crazy as he turns around revealing himself to be Pence Weatherlight. Pence makes his way down to the ring slapping hands and as he gets into the ring he raises both of his arms as sparks begin to fall from the rafters where the lights are at. The fans are confused as to what to chant as Pence gets up on the turn buckle and revs the fans even more up with explosive displays of energy. Pence takes off his trench coat and throws it to the crowd as he reaches out for a microphone from one of the sound guys. He makes his way to the center of the ring and allows the fans to explode a couple more times before speaking up.
Pence: Thank you for the warm welcome that you have given me here in Montreal, this welcome will be remembered for years to come because this is the first welcome of the third coming of the reaper!
The fans all begin to chant "Reaper" as Pence smiles and nods his head.
Pence: The time for pussy footing around the subjects of morality and what is right and wrong is over with now. There is only one true right and only one true wrong and in this world of corrupt morality the only thing that can purify this world is death and let me tell you, a while back I believed myself dead. It reached a point after Test for the Best that I did not believe I would ever escape the hell that Level One had threw me into. The only thing I had was you and the voice of revenge to edge me out of hell....to pull me out of the hell that Level One left me in. I didn't know if I should trust those voices, or that inner voice screaming for revenge, but I took my chances ladies and gentlemen, I followed those voices straight here to Montreal!
The fans erupt and Pence allows it to flow through him and absorb whatever heat he can off the burning desires of the fans.
Pence: Those voices have lead me here, to a vile putrid man, a womanizer, a thief, a drunkard, and above all else a failure of a man. My opponent this week is Michael Lively.
The fans let out a chorus of boos and Pence nods his head.
Pence: His apparent lack of morality or social understanding is apparent, but what this man lacks in that is nothing compared to what he lacks in intelligence. He berates something he doesn't fully understands and hope it sticks, listen you cum guzzling fuck face, I am better than you in every aspect...career wise....fan wise...and competitively speaking as well. To say my talent or my skills is anything but above yours is a damn right lie, but then again it is as expected from a man that the fans of the greatest wrestling corporation in the world hates. Now I know you must be upset, maybe even down right ready to choke your mother with a shoe string over the fact that you couldn't beat Level One, hell I can smell it from here...I smell the failure....I smell the hatred. It doesn't matter really, because unlike you, I acted, I got what I wanted out of my deal. I get to judge Level One at Shockwave, while you get to sit back and sip from your glass of haterade. Unlike you, you miserable pimple on the ass of society, I can activate my rematch clause after Shockwave, unlike you...I get to decide the fate of the APW World Heavyweight Title belt, and unlike you...I have actually beaten Level One. A feat that even you couldn't accomplish.
No its not the fact that you couldn't accomplish it, its the fact that you won't ever accomplish it. You're a joke Lively, the only reason you are reinstated is for me to kick your ass around the ring and have the fans smile and get a level of entertainment in seeing their least favorite wrestler be torn to shreds. You want a fact Michael, here is a fact...I have more power in my left pinky finger than your entire body. You see you talk a big game, saying that a Michael Lively match does not disappoint, that a Michael Lively match usually ends with you making the opponent look like shit, and you looking good. Well let me tell you what a Pence Weatherlight match is like. It is memorable, it doesn't matter if it is at a PPV, it doesn't matter if it is at a house show, in the front yard, at a police station, or in the middle of this God damn ring...in a Pence Weatherlight match, there is only one fan base that is satisfied with the outcome, and that is Pence Weatherlight's fan base.
The fans all begin to cheer and Pence smiles before continuing.
Pence: You hear that Lively, unlike you I use the power of the fans to its fullest, yes you use the boos, and yes you have problems if you believe you are getting any better with the sounds of the boos from the fans. But that doesn't mean that you are going to win. It doesn't matter how many boos you get or who you think is a flaming homosexual, all that matters is that these fans get their moneys worth, and you being here is just lowering the ratings. So let me make this quick and easy for you to understand you cock guzzling fairy boy. I'm not a queer, even though there is no problem with being queer, it is a life style choice, and has nothing to do with the match, but surprisingly...no, fuck it, not surprisingly you manage to bring it up. It is of course expected of you to bring out any underhanded tactic you can when your career is nothing more than a tip away from falling back off the face of the earth. For someone who sure hates this show, you sure as hell managed to be happy when you got your contract renewed. Or is that all a show too? Do you think yourself amusing when you mock a whole life style choice or do you find yourself amusing when you walk around the ring making yourself look like an assclown? Because it sure as hell doesn't look entertaining to anyone else out here, but you don't "care" about that thing. Sure you don't Lively, I'm sure if you had your way everyone would just leave and there would be no wrestling.
Pence shakes his head and the fans all laugh.
Pence: All I can say is you are lucky to be here, you are lucky that Jeff has given you this wake up call that you needed. Other wise you would still be a stupid fuck face running around the back fondling himself to pictures of John Mccain. I don't need your shit and the fans don't need it either, so let me make one thing clear to you. I am not going to lose this match, you can go ahead and whine and bitch about it, but the fact still remains, Pence Weatherlight is going to beat Michael Lively at Overdrive tonight. If I have to Lively, I will open your eyes, I will do what a real Jesus would do, I would deafen you with the sounds of the cheers of the fans in this arena. So go ahead Michael get all pumped up for this match, because I will be waiting...waiting for the opportunity to stomp your ass into the ground like the punk ass bitch you are. So just remember when I break your bones and wipe that shit eating grin right off your fucking face, I want you to cry for me, no...I want you to beg. I want you to beg for everything that is merciful, because in that ring there is only one God and there is only one savior...and that God is me and the savior is the sweet release of death. Good night fucker, see you at Overdrive tonight. This is the reaper signing off.
The fans all chant "Reaper" as the scene cuts to the intro of Overdrive.
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Return of the Reaper
*Unknown Location, 8:00 A.M. three days ago*
The rookie didn't know how to approach the man who was their leader. He didn't know the proper procedures and he sure as hell didn't know his place in the world. He had heard tails of the Captains tendencies...of how he reacted to the newer recruits if they crossed his path or were disobedient. He didn't want to be one of those people who died just because they were stupid. So as he knocked silently on the door he wished for his safety and prayed the captain was in a good mood. A rough voice on the other side of the door spoke up.
Voice: Enter.
Not many people had ever seen the captain in person, not many had even heard the man. His orders usually came from people higher up, but what little he knew about the captain seemed to envelope him with a sense of curiosity. He opened the door and noticed that the room was candle lit and the only man in the room was a man wearing a mask hunched over a piece of paper writing things down. He took a step forward and then another, slowly inching towards the captain, their leader. As he got within five feet he was abruptly startled by the speed of the man as he put the barrel of a gun to his forehead. The rookie nearly pissed his pants as the captain began to growl with beastial fury.
Captain: Do you not remember the procedures here on the Jenova? Huh!? Do you?!
Rookie: Ye...ye...yes sir.
Captain: Then did you know that you are suppose to salute an officer of my rank you chicken shit bastard.
The captain released the safety on his gun and was about to pull the trigger when a voice from beside him halted the captain's trigger finger.
Voice: Cut that shit out, Zoa. For christ sakes take the damn mask off you look nothing like me and I'm getting tired of your trigger happy attitude. Plus there must be something good to say otherwise this rookie wouldn't even be here bothering me this early in the morning.
Zoa: But sir!
The real captain came into view, the notorious Captain X, the man who could supposedly out think many of the most tactical leaders ever seen. Among the recruits he was a God, a myth, a legend, but to be before the greatest soldier that had ever lived nearly made him jump for joy. The captain radiated confidence and strength that even frightened the man in front of him. Zoa threw the gun aside and exited the room with a grunt, leaving the captain and the rookie in the room alone. For the very first time the recruit knew just how fanatical the Captain was. Along the walls were pictures of Pence Weatherlight, all from long distance, and most likely at different places around the world.
Captain X: Do you mind shutting the door. I much prefer candle light than the blasted lights of this submarine.
Ever since the little in-war for control over Mr. Strange's asset had began, Captain X and his crew had been on the run inside the submarine called the Jenova. The recruit closed the door and the Captain sat down in the chair in front of the desk, he turned around to look at the recruit who was mindlessly looking around the room with almost no recollection of why he was there.
Captain X: Sorry to bother you, but maybe you can tell me why a recruit is standing here in front of me at 8:00 in the morning.
Rookie: Oh I'm sorry. I have some news on that man you wanted us to find....Pence Weatherlight, was it?
The captain nodded his head.
Rookie: Well captain, it looks like we can attack him since he doesn't expect a thing, our people have been following him for some time now, and we finally have the opening we need to make a strike.
Captain X: This is good news indeed, but I can't make a move until I talk to the others, then I can make my move. Thank you, private, but I need to discuss things over with my advisers before I make a full blown attack on that man.
Rookie: I understand sir.
Captain X: Now if you don't mind. I have some work to do before I go talk to the advisers. Dismissed.
The rookie saluted and the captain did too. The rookie left the captain alone as he looked around the room himself. Taking in all of the pictures and sighing to himself before speaking up.
Captain X: Finally we will see who the better soldier truly is, Pence.
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*Unknown Location, 9:00 A.M. three days ago*
Three factions, all vieing for the same thing, complete, and utter control of all of Strange's assets had emerged after Strange's mysterious disappearance. Captain X was the leader the leader of the faction that was called the Dark Axis, the Dark Axis had stolen a prototype submarine called the Jenova, and had used it to escape the wrath of Dr. Vice when Captain X had opposed him, and his policies. Vice however didn't need the lowly captain to make his mark on society, he didn't need Captain X and he sure as hell didn't need Strange. Happy with everything that was going on and remaining completely and utterly neutral through out this whole thing was something he prized himself on. He wanted the Dark Axis and Creed to fight over everything and then when the time was right he would run in and pick up the left overs. However, even then he didn't need Captain X or Creed, he had something much more powerful at his disposal. Something deadly and considerably more powerful than anyone could ever imagine. He called it Veil.
Veil was a scientific experiment true, but it had been done to perfection and made perfect in every way it possibly could. The problem was the wounds that it had suffered during the time it had been made, the scars had remained and he had bandaged him up. The only thing visible on Veil was its' eye, ever looking, and never blinking. With that one eye Veil could easily control the minds of anyone who would look deep within it, it was marvelous, and something that Vice took all the credit for. No one knew that Vice was the real leader of the group named Corruption, all of the lower workers and executives believed that Veil was the leader. It was better that way, it took a lot of heat off of him and further made him proud of his perfect and powerful creation. One morning as he walked down the normal path that he did to observe everything that was going on that day he saw Veil at work. Looking over the masses with its' one eye he felt a sense of dread, he himself was scared of the perfection before his eyes. Scared that the creature would turn on him and come to him and attack him. He had the means of killing the creature, but only he did. So if he died, there would be no way to kill Veil. Vice sighed, throwing those thoughts out of his mind as he made his way up to the observation room on the third floor over looking the vastness of the work area. He poured himself a cup of coffee and turned on some Mozart from Strange's personal collection and sat back. The door to the observation room opened up and in walked his creation and with a grunt took a seat on the other side of the room. For a second Vice was confused, but for not much longer than that.
Vice: What are you doing in here Veil, aren't you suppose to be overlooking the work that is being done in the construction area.
Veil: No, I have evolved past that Dr. Vice. I can now control them from here from only looking at them once.
Vice smiled, constant evolution was usually a devastating thing to put on a creature, but Veil was constantly evolving, growing stronger, and gaining new powers daily. It was everything that Vice could hope for in a creature that would help run his affairs from the inside out.
Vice: My, my, my...you are quite the scientific breakthrough aren't you Veil? I mean with you, who the hell needs Captain X or Mr. Strange. A creation like you is perfect in every way, constantly evolving to match its' surrounding and its' tasks. Perfect in every sense of the word. My how it must be a gift to evolve when you want to, to meet a challenge.
Veil: Yes, Dr. Vice. It is quite a great gift that you have bestowed upon me and I thank you for it. Maybe one day I can repay you for such a powerful ability.
Vice: You already have Veil, you already have. I mean look at you, you're commanding all of these workers without even breaking a sweat, and are helping me run this business quite well.
Veil: But when can we strike doctor...I want to kill Creed and Captain X...all I need is the opportunity to do so.
Vice: Don't you worry about that Veil. We will attack when this little war blows over, which it will soon enough. I am watching all of the waters there is no way the captain can get by unnoticed and I am forcing Creed to show all of his cards as well. Soon I will make my move against either of the survivors. No need for killing yet.
Veil nodded glumly as Vice stood up.
Vice: Anyways, I have a meeting with the executives, now if you excuse me...I have to go look out for the companies best interest. Something that Strange hasn't done for a very long time.
Vice left Veil alone in the observation room dissappearing out the door that he had came in at. Veil growled in anger and then spoke.
Veil: I just want to fight...damn you doctor.
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*Hotel in Montreal, Quebec. 6:00 P.M. three days ago*
Madok: Come on Pence, I promise you it will be fun. Maria is there too...come on man, think of the kids.
Pence: I don't want to go in there, I don't want to..
Maria: Hey you two, what are you guys up to?
Madok and Pence stopped dead in their tracks to view the beautiful woman in front of them. Maria was dressed in a strapless white dress with her hair up and a pair of heels she looked absolutely stunning. Pence smiled thinking of just how lucky he was to have some one like Maria to rely on in times like these.
Pence: You know that Madok only wants to go to this charity banquet here in Montreal to pick up chicks, right Maria.
Maria: Well if he is that desperate then that is his problem not ours. Come on honey we have to go down to the limo.
Madok: Jesus woman, that was a pretty damn low blow, if it had been any lower my nuts might have exploded.
Maria: Men like you give men like Pence here a bad name and besides this banquet is not for you to gain a booty call it is for Pence here to make a great speech for the orphans of Quebec.
Madok: Swinging for my nuts with a mallet. I'm telling you Pence, this woman is crazy....
Maria glared at Madok.
Madok: Crazy in love with you that is. Definitely not crazy, hell no...definitely not.
Maria smiled and Pence held out his arm like a gentlemen as the two descended the stairs leaving Madok alone at the top of the flight.
Madok: It is my God damn car you know! It only goes when I get there...the least you could do is show me a little respect.
Pence: I'm sorry Madok, but women are always right. Just get used to that and you will survive the hectic shit like the days when your girl friend loses a shoe or something.
Now it was Pence's turn to be glared at.
Pence: Don't glare at me love, it is so true. You lost a shoe and I told you that you could just wear another one of the twenty pairs that you had and you nearly chewed my damn head off. So don't get pissy with me.
The glare sofented and she hugged him close, Madok now was far behind them, and following them now, almost running down the stairs. Finally when all three of them made it down the stairs the limo sat silently waiting for them, the driver leaning against the black as night limo.
Madok: Start the car up, we are ready to roll.
Pence halted for a second as he opened the door for Maria and as both Madok and Maria got inside Maria questionly spoke up.
Maria: What is it honey?
Pence: Nothing...I felt like we were being watched.
Madok: Just get in the car, we have to be at the banquet at seven and it is half way across town.
Pence nodded his head and got inside the car as it drove off towards the banquet. The man standing on the balcony overlooking the hotel smiled to himself as he spoke up over the radio that he held in his hands.
Man: Target is on his way, Alpha, Bravo, and Delta teams all be ready to take him out when you get the chance.
*The scene bursts to static*
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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*The Bell Center, Current Day)
"Immortal" by Adema plays over the PA system as the fans look around confused, at first they don't understand what is going on, the lights go out, and a single spotlight descends on the entrance ramp with a lone figure in a sleeveless trench coat standing there with his back turned to the crowd. On his back is a picture of the reaper and the fans go crazy as he turns around revealing himself to be Pence Weatherlight. Pence makes his way down to the ring slapping hands and as he gets into the ring he raises both of his arms as sparks begin to fall from the rafters where the lights are at. The fans are confused as to what to chant as Pence gets up on the turn buckle and revs the fans even more up with explosive displays of energy. Pence takes off his trench coat and throws it to the crowd as he reaches out for a microphone from one of the sound guys. He makes his way to the center of the ring and allows the fans to explode a couple more times before speaking up.
Pence: Thank you for the warm welcome that you have given me here in Montreal, this welcome will be remembered for years to come because this is the first welcome of the third coming of the reaper!
The fans all begin to chant "Reaper" as Pence smiles and nods his head.
Pence: The time for pussy footing around the subjects of morality and what is right and wrong is over with now. There is only one true right and only one true wrong and in this world of corrupt morality the only thing that can purify this world is death and let me tell you, a while back I believed myself dead. It reached a point after Test for the Best that I did not believe I would ever escape the hell that Level One had threw me into. The only thing I had was you and the voice of revenge to edge me out of hell....to pull me out of the hell that Level One left me in. I didn't know if I should trust those voices, or that inner voice screaming for revenge, but I took my chances ladies and gentlemen, I followed those voices straight here to Montreal!
The fans erupt and Pence allows it to flow through him and absorb whatever heat he can off the burning desires of the fans.
Pence: Those voices have lead me here, to a vile putrid man, a womanizer, a thief, a drunkard, and above all else a failure of a man. My opponent this week is Michael Lively.
The fans let out a chorus of boos and Pence nods his head.
Pence: His apparent lack of morality or social understanding is apparent, but what this man lacks in that is nothing compared to what he lacks in intelligence. He berates something he doesn't fully understands and hope it sticks, listen you cum guzzling fuck face, I am better than you in every aspect...career wise....fan wise...and competitively speaking as well. To say my talent or my skills is anything but above yours is a damn right lie, but then again it is as expected from a man that the fans of the greatest wrestling corporation in the world hates. Now I know you must be upset, maybe even down right ready to choke your mother with a shoe string over the fact that you couldn't beat Level One, hell I can smell it from here...I smell the failure....I smell the hatred. It doesn't matter really, because unlike you, I acted, I got what I wanted out of my deal. I get to judge Level One at Shockwave, while you get to sit back and sip from your glass of haterade. Unlike you, you miserable pimple on the ass of society, I can activate my rematch clause after Shockwave, unlike you...I get to decide the fate of the APW World Heavyweight Title belt, and unlike you...I have actually beaten Level One. A feat that even you couldn't accomplish.
No its not the fact that you couldn't accomplish it, its the fact that you won't ever accomplish it. You're a joke Lively, the only reason you are reinstated is for me to kick your ass around the ring and have the fans smile and get a level of entertainment in seeing their least favorite wrestler be torn to shreds. You want a fact Michael, here is a fact...I have more power in my left pinky finger than your entire body. You see you talk a big game, saying that a Michael Lively match does not disappoint, that a Michael Lively match usually ends with you making the opponent look like shit, and you looking good. Well let me tell you what a Pence Weatherlight match is like. It is memorable, it doesn't matter if it is at a PPV, it doesn't matter if it is at a house show, in the front yard, at a police station, or in the middle of this God damn ring...in a Pence Weatherlight match, there is only one fan base that is satisfied with the outcome, and that is Pence Weatherlight's fan base.
The fans all begin to cheer and Pence smiles before continuing.
Pence: You hear that Lively, unlike you I use the power of the fans to its fullest, yes you use the boos, and yes you have problems if you believe you are getting any better with the sounds of the boos from the fans. But that doesn't mean that you are going to win. It doesn't matter how many boos you get or who you think is a flaming homosexual, all that matters is that these fans get their moneys worth, and you being here is just lowering the ratings. So let me make this quick and easy for you to understand you cock guzzling fairy boy. I'm not a queer, even though there is no problem with being queer, it is a life style choice, and has nothing to do with the match, but surprisingly...no, fuck it, not surprisingly you manage to bring it up. It is of course expected of you to bring out any underhanded tactic you can when your career is nothing more than a tip away from falling back off the face of the earth. For someone who sure hates this show, you sure as hell managed to be happy when you got your contract renewed. Or is that all a show too? Do you think yourself amusing when you mock a whole life style choice or do you find yourself amusing when you walk around the ring making yourself look like an assclown? Because it sure as hell doesn't look entertaining to anyone else out here, but you don't "care" about that thing. Sure you don't Lively, I'm sure if you had your way everyone would just leave and there would be no wrestling.
Pence shakes his head and the fans all laugh.
Pence: All I can say is you are lucky to be here, you are lucky that Jeff has given you this wake up call that you needed. Other wise you would still be a stupid fuck face running around the back fondling himself to pictures of John Mccain. I don't need your shit and the fans don't need it either, so let me make one thing clear to you. I am not going to lose this match, you can go ahead and whine and bitch about it, but the fact still remains, Pence Weatherlight is going to beat Michael Lively at Overdrive tonight. If I have to Lively, I will open your eyes, I will do what a real Jesus would do, I would deafen you with the sounds of the cheers of the fans in this arena. So go ahead Michael get all pumped up for this match, because I will be waiting...waiting for the opportunity to stomp your ass into the ground like the punk ass bitch you are. So just remember when I break your bones and wipe that shit eating grin right off your fucking face, I want you to cry for me, no...I want you to beg. I want you to beg for everything that is merciful, because in that ring there is only one God and there is only one savior...and that God is me and the savior is the sweet release of death. Good night fucker, see you at Overdrive tonight. This is the reaper signing off.
The fans all chant "Reaper" as the scene cuts to the intro of Overdrive.
