Post by Nick Watson on Sept 16, 2009 19:02:07 GMT -4
"You see the fact of the matter is not how many times you have written your name under the title of "Champion" it is what you did with that power that matters the most. If you sat around and bragged the whole time or just did nothing at all you are not worth being remembered. Those who are true champions shine bright at what they do and leave a lasting mark on the business and its' people."
-Pence Weatherlight[/color][/center][/I]==========================================================
THE PRIDE
==========================================================*Trenton, New Jersey, 5 Days Ago*
*Beep*
Message #1
Maria: Pence, this is Maria. I was wondering when you are coming home, you've been gone for over a month now, and now I hear you are heading over seas to go on European tour or something like that. Call me when you get this message, bye.
*Beep*
Message #2
Matt: Hey dad it's me, just wanted to let you know I can't come on the European tour with you. Apparently I got a big project over here in Kansas that needs to be taken care of before I go flying off on another trip with you. I hope you understand, when you get this message please make sure to give me a call. Keep in touch. Bye.
*Beep*
Message #3
Madok: Hey man it's me just wanted to let you know I got several big events planned for you over there in Europe. Our first stop is Paris and I will have a corporate limousine drop by and pick you up tomorrow at 10:00 P.M. and then drive you off to the private airstrip. Man I can't wait to get on the road again, seeya then future champ.
End of Messages
The answering machine went quiet as Pence picked up his cell phone, he looked at it, and then put it back down. He didn't want to call anyone back, he didn't want anyone to be worried, but at the same time he wanted to be alone, he wanted time to think, to relax, and get back to his roots. He had a big match in five days, a very big match. A match that would most likely return him to the top of the wrestling world and cement his name in the title race at One Night in Hell. He had been slacking off since Nick's death and had not returned to the gym in quite a while, the bad thing is it showed. He needed to train in preparation for a match that he had never seen or heard of before, he would have to prepare for the unknown. He liked it better that way, he liked surprises just as much as he loved fighting, and this was a combination of the both.
He looked over the news report again, still nothing to give him a clue as to what the match would be, the only thing he knew was that it would be a gimmick match.
Pence: I guess I will just have to do a general training regime and just do everything I possibly can to prepare.
Pence rubbed the beard which had grown on his face over time, he needed to shave it off after all he had to look clean, and sharp for all of the things Madok had planned for him in the European tour. Just as he stood up to go to the bathroom to begin getting ready to leave a loud knock on the door made him turn to look at the hotel room door. He walked over to it and peered through the peep hole and saw Madok on the other side dressed in one of his designer suits and with two body guards in tow. Pence sighed and opened the door to his manager who did not ask to come in but barged his way in.
Pence: Won't you come in...
Madok: You say something Pence?
Pence: No, just talking to myself.
Madok: So I suppose you got my message about the European tour plans I have for you?
Pence: Yeah, but what exactly do you have planned. You were pretty vague about the whole thing.
Madok: Well you know the drill, a few signings...talks about movie deals...banquets...benefits...you know the works. I am very good at booking things in advance and I hope you are on board for it all.
Pence nodded his head as he entered into the bathroom and clothed the door behind him. Madok sighed.
Madok: I told you to be ready at 10:00 P.M. sharp and look at the time, 10:00 P.M. and you are no where near ready.
Pence: Sorry I just got back from visiting some friends here in New Jersey.
Madok: People live in New Jersey?
No noise comes from the bathroom as the sound of the shower turning on is heard. Madok looked around the room, dissatisfied by how everything looked so normal. Pence was a superstar, he should be living like one Madok found himself thinking to himself, and then silently made a note to talk to Jeff about better living arrangements for the main eventer. The sound of the shower dieing out caused Madok to stop his thought process and sit down on the bed looking at the clock, clearly they would be late for the flight now. Shaking his head, Pence opened the door to the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, and walking slowly towards the closet, he pulled out some clothes for him to wear.
Pence: You know that joke about New Jersey was completely uncalled for.
Madok: Yet it is still funny, it is like talking about Pheonix, Arizona, or Jesse Nunez being a competent wrestler with a bright future in the APW, it just makes people laugh.
Pence: Jesse Nunez was a contendor for the belt.
Madok: And he got knocked out by Level One even with the odds stacked in his favor, Jesse Nunez could not clomp down a win. He got pinned for a 6 count, ridiculous.
Pence sighed, now fully clothed, and ready to head to France. Madok stood up and waved his two body guards out the door leaving the two men alone in the hotel room.
Madok: Listen up, don't be humble. Be prideful, it is times when you compare yourself to others that makes you weak. Remember you are the best thing since buttered bread and you will win.
Pence: Pride is one of the seven deadly sins.
Madok: And nobody gives a fuck. Lets just get the fuck out of New Jersey and get flying to France, there are some big things we need to talk about on the flight there.
Pence shook his head as he picked up the suitcase by the door and exited out into the hall way, Madok followed him slowly. Pence made his way down stairs where the doorman greeted him and he said his goodbyes before exiting the hotel out into the night time New Jersey air. Madok waved over the limo which obeyed immediately making its way over to the two men and the body guards. Madok was the first to get in, quickly followed by the two body guards, Pence who was the last to get in, took a good look around before finally getting inside the limo. The limo slowly pulled out of the drive way of the hotel and made its way to the highway which would take them to the private air strip that belonged to Madok. Madok pulled out a bottle of scotch and poured himself a drink.
Madok: Want to live a little before we get to the air strip?
Pence: You know I don't drink.
Madok: You know, I really don't understand why you act the way you do. What is so good about clean living anyway? Besides being sober, but who likes being sober all the time anyway?
Pence: It keeps my head clear and you should be proud you have such a man signed as your client. At least this way you know I won't get any DUIs or such or caught doing drugs.
Madok: Kid Cannabis didn't get caught, you could definitely get away with it easily if he could get away with it.
Pence: Yeah and where is Kid Cannabis now? Most likely in dumpster outside a Walmart eating scraps.
Madok: Or he is on a serious trip somewhere out in the middle of cambodia.
Pence: Why the fuck would he be in Cambodia?
Madok: I don't have a clue....I just said Cambodia because it's far fetched and highly unlikely.
Pence: That makes no sense.
Madok: And it doesn't have to make sense. I am the manager and I am getting wasted, so if you will excuse me I will get as drunk as I possibly can get before I get on the plane.
Pence shook his head as Madok began to chug down as many glasses of scotch as he possibly could. Pence had no clue why he had signed Madok as his manager, it was getting more, and more apparent that neither of them shared any common feelings towards his career. Pence would just have to bite the bullet, because as much as Madok was a pain he was a decent manager, in fact he was a damn good manager, and very good at planning out things for him. So he supposed he could over look the simple things like Madok's attitude. As the limosine took one of the exits Pence could clearly see the private airstrip awaiting them and a single plane with a pilot who looked quite angry waiting for them as well. Pence noticed that Madok had drank most likely about six glasses full of Scotch, he didn't know if he would be the same Madok he had been when he picked him up on the flight to France. He was proven wrong however as they arrived at their destination and Madok easily got out of the car and looked around the field before making his way to the plane. Pence appologized to the pilot who accepted the apology and got on the plane himself. As Pence and Madok buckled in Pence couldn't help but wonder what adventures awaited him on his European tour.
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*Paris, France, Three Days Ago*
**The Louvre**
Pence: Man this place never gets old.
Madok: Clearly you must love art, I have no heart for it mind you. I find art to be pretty damn boring.
Pence: Oh comeon Madok, you can't be sour all the damn time. I mean look around you! We are in the fucking Louvre! Culture is all around us!
Madok: Yeah, well I am getting sick of seeing culture, I would much rather be in a corporate meeting right now than this shit.
Pence waved his hand at him as he looked at Mona Lisa, it was one of his favorite paintings, and he didn't care how much Madok hated this place, he loved art. As a kid he had never had much time for anything, but he had learned alot about art while he was not busy practicing the skills neccesary to be a hitman. Pence walked around viewing other beautiful artistic pieces, be they sculptures or paintings. Madok distanced himself from Pence as he looked around the Louvre itself, not at the art, but the architecture of the Louvre. Several women walked up to Pence giggling as he admired a nice sculpture, Pence turned around and saw that the women were holding papers and pens, clearly excited to see him by the way they sounded.
Woman #1: Êtes-vous Pence Aquilon? (Are you Pence Weatherlight?)
Pence understood French very well and nodded his head and then spoke up.
Pence: Oui, comment mai je vous aider?(Yes, how may I be of assistance?)
Woman #2: Moi et mon ami se demandait si nous pouvions obtenir un autographe? ( Me and my friend were wondering if we could get your autograph?)
Pence: Bien sûr, qui dois-je faire it out to? (Sure, who should I make it out to?)
Woman #1: Mona.
Woman #2: Felicity.
Pence: Mona et Felicity, quels noms merveilleux. Maintenant, si je pouvais avoir ces stylos et papier, je peux le faire. (Mona and Felicity, what wonderful names. Now if I could have those pens and paper I can do it.)
Madok looked over to Pence and saw him handing out autographs, he walked up to him, and winked at the girls who giggled a bit. Madok spoke up.
Madok: What exactly are you doing?
Pence: Signer des autographes ....I mean I am signing some autographs.
Madok: I didn't know you knew French.
Pence: I know a lot of languages. Ici vous allez mesdames, nous l'espérons, vous trouverez une grande utilité pour ceux-ci. (Here you go ladies, hopefully you will find much use for these.)
Woman #1 and #2: Merci! (Thank you!)
Pence: Pas de problème. Au revoir. (No problem. Bye.)
Woman #1 and #2: Au revoir.
Madok and Pence waved off the two girls and Pence went back to gazing at the art. Madok sat down on a bench and shook his head.
Madok: You know...you are quite the charmer Pence. You could get a lot of chicks with your ability to speak a lot of languages.
Pence: Well then there is a clear difference between me and you. I don't parade around abusing my talents to speak other languages just so I can get into women's pants.
Madok: Damn you and your ethics. I would love to speak French.After all it is supposedly the language of love...or is that Italian.
Pence: You know, you are a real pig you know that?
Madok: That's Mr. Pig to you buddy, besides I think we have had enough time wasting for one day, we have to go meet a couple of corporate types in La Defense or whatever they call it.
Pence sighed as he walked away from the world of art following Madok towards the exit, he hated spending all of his time doing what Madok wanted him to do. One day he would have to take a day to himself and do some interesting stuff like he did today. The limosine that they had came in turned to park in front of the Louvre so that the two of them could get in and head towards their destination.
**La Défense, Mortalis Incorporated European Branch Building**
As they entered the Mortalis Corp. building Pence did not know what to expect, which was why he was literally surprised to see hundreds of workers traversing the main floor of the building. Madok smiled and looked at Pence.
Madok: Now I am in my element.
Madok began to walk toward the elevator but was surprised to be stopped by a muscle bound security guard. As Madok tried to step past him he was once again stopped abruptly, Madok looked up into the face of the rather tall man, and growled in frustration.
Madok: Get the fuck out of my way! I have a meeting with Alexander Williams.
Guard: Je ne parle pas l'anglais. (I do not speak english.)
Madok: I don't know what you just said, but I don't give a fuck just get out of my way.
Pence: Tu dois lui pardonne, il est assez facile à la colère. (You have to forgive him, he is rather easy to anger.)
Guard: Je vois, oui, quels sont ici pour vous deux? (I see, so what are you two here for?)
Pence: Nous sommes ici pour voir Alexander Williams. (We are here to see Alexander Williams.)
Madok: You know speaking in French in your own little private conversation is rather making me angry.
Guard: Je vous conduirai à voir M. Williams. (I will take you to see Mr. Williams.)
Pence: Merci. Just follow me, he is going to take us to see him.
Madok: Some day you will need to teach me some French.
Pence: Yeah, just so we don't have to go through this shit again.
The guard walked towards the elevator, Madok and Pence followed closely. Madok got inside of the elevator which was a clear glass elevator and Pence did the same, the guard pressed the button which would take them to the CEO's office, while Pence watched the ground as they ascended up to the top most floor. As the doors of the elevator opened on the top floor Pence and Madok stepped out, following the guard who weaved his way through a mass of desks and workers. Finally they reached Mr. William's office door, the guard knocked and a deep voice answered the knock.
Voice: Oui, qu'est-ce que c'est? (Yes, what is it?)
Guard: J'ai deux hommes ici qui veulent vous voir. (I have two men here that want to see you.)
[green]Voice: Let them in.[/color]
The guard nodded his head as he opened the door and ushered in Pence and Madok who looked around the room seeing the elegance and beauty that was before them. Art and trophies lined the walls, but what caught their eyes the most was the view, Alexander, a man who was clearly in his sixties smiled at them from his chair behind his desk.
Alexander: Madok, it has been quite a while since we last saw each other and who is this that you have brought with you?
Madok: Well Alexander this is the man I was talking about...Pence Weatherlight the wrestler from APW.
Pence: How do you do?
Alexander: Nice to meet you Pence, I am Alexander William, and I am in charge of all of the European Branch of Mortalis Corp. Madok has said some great things about you.
Pence: Has he now?
Alexander: Yes, like that you have the potential to be a great asset to Mortalis Corp. and whats more you have the potential to be APW Champion. Please gentlemen take a seat we have a lot to talk about before the day is up.
Oh goodie, Pence thought to himself as he sat down in the leather chair beside Madok who had already taken his seat. Madok kicked his feet up on the desk which seemed to irritate Alexander who rather liked his desk which was made of Mahogany.
Pence: So anyway, what are we going to talk about.
Alexander: Well it has come to my attention that you had a movie series not too long back. Enlightenment right?
Pence: Yeah, what about it?
Alexander: Well we have always been interested in expanding past just weapons and this might be our chance. How would you feel starring in your very own movie.
Pence: Me? In a movie? You're kidding right? I'm not much of an actor, I'm a fighter not an actor.
Madok: See what I have to work with Alexander? He doesn't even drink.
Alexander: Well we were thinking, someone with your pull and influence should be on the silver screen entertaining millions. Were we wrong to assume that you would entertain the idea of it.
Pence: It is not that I wouldn't jump at the chance Mr. William, it's just that I don't see myself as an actor.
Alexander: This is the humble actions that you were talking about isn't it Madok?
Madok: Yes.
Alexander: Don't worry about it Mr. Weatherlight, we can work this over later. The offer may not last forever though. As for other things to do with business...there is a book signing tomorrow that I would like you to go to and be a part of and of course Blizzard Entertainment has asked if you will do a World of Warcraft commercial for them. Also Microsoft wants to do another commercial against the mac involving you, so we need to know if you are down with all of these things before Madok okays them.
All eyes turned to Pence who looked like a deer in the headlights, feeling no choice, but to say yes he did the only logical thing that came to mind.
Pence: I'm in.
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*Paris, France, Current Day*
**Eiffel Tower**
It was clear that many tourists and natives were there admiring the tower, but it was a surprise that Pence Weatherlight was there. Many people had stopped to make sure that they were not seeing things and when they had satisfied that sense they gathered around him. Pence remained quiet as he admired the beautiful tower, an architectual landmark in the current world. He was surprised however to turn around and see a bunch of people staring at him wondering what exactly he was doing.
Pence: I suppose you are wondering what I am doing out here at the Eiffel tower, well even I am a little confused as to why I am out here the only explination is that I am drawn to this piece of architectual genius. This tower is built like a career should be...with care and planning, I modeled my career like this tower, but at the end I fucked it up, and had to go back to square one. It was a hassle, but I think I can get back on track now, I can get back to basics, and do what I did when I started and that is kick ass. Some of us however do not carefully plan their careers out, some people just live for the moment, fighting every match like it is their last, it is people like that who are destined to lose....these people who are like Jesse Nunez. It is people like Jesse Nunez who pretend to be something they are not that makes this business hard for the real time wrestlers, yes Jesse Nunez is a multiple champion, yes Jesse Nunez has climbed over several mountains that were judged unclimbable, but I say this. Who cares? What did Jesse Nunez do with the powers that he was given by being a champion, nothing, what did Jesse Nunez do with all of the opportunities that were thrown at him, he pissed them all away. He was blinded by his pride, that very same pride that allows him to sleep at night while selling you mixed cds and that very same pride that blinds him to the very opportunities that I layed out for him at Shockwave.
Some would say my last comment makes me a bad person, says that I did not call the match fairly, but hear me out...I called it as it should have been. I did not slow count, I did not overstretch my power, I simply forced Level One to fight Jesse Nunez instead of fucking up the main event of a Pay Per View. Instead of allowing Level to walk out with a DQ loss and still retain a belt I made him pin the fucker, I regret putting you the fans who are here and at home through watching the garbage that transpired at Shockwave, forgive me for not ending that match sooner, forgive me for just not letting Level One walk out as champion with a DQ. Instead we get to see Level One win, with my help, and once again I will say accidents happen...but miracles are also happening all the time. I will be honest with you all right now, I would rather fight a Level One than a Jesse Nunez, at least in a Pence and Level One match you can expect a blood bath, an entertaining show, but in a Jesse Nunez and a Level One match...you can pretty much just get out of your seat and walk away because it is just that damn boring. So when my chair shot hit Jesse in the head, silently I thanked myself for ending the fucking match, I was done officiating a boring match that no one wanted to watch, and more over I was done watching Jesse Nunez ruin my big night. Jesse Nunez is not worth the time I spend making these promos, or coming out here and talking to everyone, what he is worth however is shit.
Pride, one of the 7 deadly sins, one of the things that the old day christians believed to be the end all be all of laws, one that today is almost forgotten with the times. I remember them because in the APW we have someone that represents at least one of these if not more. Jesse who is the epitement of pride will most likely not like to admit that he is a wannabe, a wannabe rapper, and a wannabe wrestler. But admittance is the first step to relief, so go ahead Jesse, on national television tell the world that you are nothing more than a wannabe, a fake, a piece of shit on the shoe of the world. Tell them that your cds are not worth buying when clearly they can download the songs illegally and get them for free, tell them that you can not make a rap yourself, because clearly the way your past three cds have been set up reveals that you can only take other people's work and use them to make a quick dollar. So tell them and don't lie to the masses that are already pissed at you. Pissed at you for losing to Level One and pissed at you for betraying my trust by obtaining a loss.
You see a while back Jesse I believed in you, I okayed you into the tournament, I shook your fucking hand, I personally invited you to the damn tournament. I put so much on the line believing in you, I put my credibility as a wrestler on the line to give you a thumbs up in the right direction, you impressed me by winning the tournament, but passed that you...fucking failed. As soon as you won the tournament what happened Jesse? You got cocky, you grew prideful, you fell out of the tree of success into the fucking pit of failure. You, like me, became cocky, but you see I waited for you to change, I waited for the jump to the old ways, I waited for you to start winning. I however was dissapointed to find that you lost, that you continued to lose, and then as Shockwave came, you lost one more time...cementing a fake champion into a false sense of superiority that I had worked so hard to destroy before. Things change though Jesse, I'm done losing, I'm done playing second fiddle to some damn ass hole like you, I'm done playing any sort of fiddle for Level One. It is my time to shine, my time to go to the next level, my turn to be the champion once again and there is no bull shit clause holding me out of participating, there is no Jesse Nunez standing in my way of a title reign, because at this moment...the only man who can stop me is myself.
This match will be quick Jesse, I can insure that, I can make sure I get it over with so that we can both go our seperate ways. Because unlike you Jesse I can come through with what I say and I promise you a quick and painful defeat at Overdrive. So what are you going to do against the man who does not fear death, that can take a hit square to the jaw and keep coming, and a man that can fall from several feet in the air and limp his way back to the ring to pin a man who was supposedly unbeatable? I will tell you what you are going to do. Your music is going to hit, some fans will chant, some fans won't, and then as the match reaches its' climax I will deliver a powerful Battle Testimony that will sunder your flesh and crack your bones, and then as your black soul squirms out of your broken corpse, I will destroy it, and send it to the pits of hell because...the reaping has began and even God himself is shaking in his boots. So enjoy your last moments as a main eventer in the upper card, because after tonight your name will never again be lit up in lights, and that my wanabe friend is the honest to God truth. See you at Overdrive dick, I just hope you bring your 'A' game because no one wants to be bored while watching a main event. This is Mr. Main Event....wishing all of you ladies and gentlemen a good day!
The men and women in the streets errupt into cheers as Pence makes his way away from the crowds and into the distance. The screen goes black as the emblem of the reaper appears on the screen with the words "The Reaping has Began." in big bold red letters underneath.
*scene bursts to static*
