Post by Nick Watson on Sept 30, 2009 19:56:17 GMT -4
"What sets us apart from the animals you ask? It could be our intelligence or our free will that helps us reach for our dreams even if our physical traits are not capable of reaching them? Or is it our need for power and land that separate us from the beasts? I mean we do need land even if we already have enough land to support ourselves and then some and our need for power that makes us build power plants and skyscrapers just to feel better about ourselves seems to be something that would separate us from them, but I believe that it is something entirely different than the things I have already listed. I think that it is mankind's bravery that sets us apart from the animals. Yes animals occasionaly perform an act of bravery, but do you see them running into a burning building to save a nine month old child or taking on armed robbers? Of course not, but as animals can sometimes show acts of bravery mankind can sometimes act like animals. Wild and vicous, only wishing to survive another day, and not caring who's necks they stomp on over the course of their lives. These people are truly the downfall of mankind and bring us closer and closer to being more animal than man. It is the job of our everyday heroes to stop these animals from destroying our society, because without these heroes we would have anarchy and mankind as we know it would cease to exist."-Madok Mortalis
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*Stockholm, Sweden, 5 days ago*
Sveriges Television, the most major of all the public television stations in all of Stockholm, had asked not too long ago for Madok to make a guest experience on one of their talk shows, and now here he stood. He was by himself, having given Pence a few days off to tour the city as his leisure, and of course come up with a battle plan for One Night in Hell. He knew Pence well enough to know that by the time One Night in Hell came around he would have a fool proof plan to beat the shit out of Level One, but it still made him worry. After all he was Pence's manager and any match that required him to make almost career ending decisions was something for him to be worried about, and as much as Pence told him not to worry he couldn't help it. He waited for his cue, he knew that he would be able to walk out in front of a couple cameras, and about a hundred or so people in the crowd. He watched the light on top of the door leading to the stage, waiting for it to turn green, anxiety taking root, and sweat beginning to form on his brow. He was not very good at public appearances, he would much rather have an interview in a quiet dark room with a hot and rather intelligent woman.
Madok: Come on turn green already! I want to get this the fuck over with.
He said knowing all too well he was alone in the backstage area. Finally his waiting was rewarded as the light turned green, he opened it and found himself standing in front over over twelve different cameras catching random angles, and instead of a hundred fans, he could clearly see about three hundred or so, and giving his broadest grin he possibly could, made his way across the carpeted stage towards where the man in charge of the show named Fredrick sat waiting. Madok sat down in the closest chair and shook hands with Fredrick, the fans were going berserk with cheers.
Fredrick: Welcome to the show, don't worry about the fans they usually get this reaction when they see a man they have seen and heard about. You are something of a celebrity here in Stockholm.
Madok: Well I'm glad my influence reaches farther out than America. I am a little bit confused about why you called me in here though.
Fredrick: Well this show is based on talking about subjects, the selected subject for this show was wrestling, and we decided to go ahead and do something on the managers of up and coming wrestlers. Your name popped up when researching famous wrestlers so we brought you in. Lets go ahead and open up with an easy question shall we?
Madok nodded his head, now that he knew what the show was about he easily got into the mood for talking, and as he leisurely sunk into his chair and awaited the question he knew he could do it.
Fredrick: This week Pence has to deal with quite the vicious foe, a man with almost insatiable blood lust, Victor Hades. How does Pence plan to beat someone as vicious and powerful as Victor Hades?
Madok: Victor Hades is a good warmup.
Fredrick: Excuse me?
Madok: Pence's exact words were "Victor Hades is a good warm up for Hell in a Cell. You never know what he is going to do and it will be the first time I have officially fought the man, but I know it will be fun, and I look forward to the challenge.". Pence knows that Victor Hades is, he knows how he fights, but Pence can be just as vicious, and just as ruthless. I will tell you this, Pence has augmented his training regime, he has added weapons training to it in preparation for One Night in Hell, and has been doing more than he has ever done before in the form of endurance and strength training.
Fredrick: So Pence thinks he can take Victor?
Madok: Ding ding ding, we have a winner. Victor is what many people call one of the best wrestlers of all time, strong and devastating, but the same can be said for Pence. He has gotten almost the same rep sheet as him, but then again it is not always about rep. It is sometimes about how much pushing it takes to throw them over the edge. Victor Hades is a walking, talking time bomb, the guy explodes in angry fits that put Jason Royce out of a job, and Pence knows that. Will his battle plan involve forcing Hades to explode, most likely, but how Pence will take advantage of that is still unknown to even me.
Fredrick nods his head as Madok folds his hands on his lap, awaiting the next question.
Fredrick: Victor Hades has called Pence out in a way, mentioning him in a promotion for the last Overdrive. How did Pence react to that?
Madok: He reacted normally, he just wrote it down on paper, and then looked up Hades' record on the Internet. I tell you what, he is into doing research before going into a match, right now I kid you not but he has seven to eight books on Hell in a Cell matches, and even a few recorded matches. So when he was mentioned he tried to dig deep into Victor's psyche, no clue how that worked out for him, seeing as how Victor is about as deep as a few centimeters of water in the front yard after a storm.
Fredrick: Do you think Pence respects Victor in some way, shape, or form?
Pence: Respect is always there for his fellow wrestlers, the only man he truly does not respect is Level One, and that is because Level One is a scum bag. Victor Hades to him is like a tornado, you hate the power that it has, but you have to respect it's devastating force.
Fredrick: Well we have to go to commercial, when we come back we will continue our talk about Pence Weatherlight's rise to Wrestling Fame, and go over in detail some of Pence's biggest matches of the past.
The cameras turn off as Madok and Fredrick are seen talking to each other. The scene fades to black.
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*Later that night*
The scene opens up on a steel cage, twenty or so people stand around it pushing on it's chain links, and shouting random insults or cheers. Two men stand in the middle of the ring, a make shift bell rings, and both men begin to beat the living hell out of each other. One man slams his fist upside the face of the other man, causing him to fall on the floor, a makeshift referee begins to count.
Man: Get the fuck up you son of a bitch! I'm not fucking done with you, you prissy mother fucker.
As the count reaches five the man gets back up and stands tall he cracks his neck and then his knuckles turning back around, revealing himself to be Pence Weatherlight. Pence has seen better days, he has cuts and bruises all across his face, his lip is busted, and the top of his forehead is also cut. Pence spits some blood to the concrete floor below and then looks the other man directly in the eyes.
Pence: Is that all you got.
Confused and slightly angered by the comment made by Pence, he slams his fist right into Pence's face again, Pence doesn't budge, but the man continues to wail on him until finally Pence catches the man's fist. The man is caught off guard by Pence using his weight against him, tipping him over Pence's side and sending him crashing to the floor. Pence jumps back a bit and waits for the man to get up, he does quickly, and then lunges at Pence fist raised and aimed at his nose. Pence slaps the fist aside and delivers a kick to the man's mid-section, spinning around the man as he is doubled over Pence jumps up and delivers a leg drop on the back of the man's neck. The man falls face first on to the concrete and Pence spits some blood down on the fallen man. The referee finishes his count as Pence goes to the corner of the cage awaiting another challenger. They drag the man out of the cage in a hurry afraid that Pence would attack them as they tried to help the man.
Pence is handed a rag by a nearby fan and Pence uses it to clean up his face a bit, wiping the blood away, his eyes never leaving the entrance of the cage. The referee ushers in another challenger, Pence watches as the most likely body builder waltzes in, and gives the fans a flex. Pence walks towards the man and shakes his hand, his eyes never changing, transfixed on his opponent, and lacking emotion. They both separate as the make shift bell rings again. The muscle bound man attacks Pence too slowly as Pence sidesteps, dodges, and blocks his hits, the fans are all booing, seeing how boring it is, and begin to scream for Pence to just end it. Pence obliges. Pence catches a fist and then sends a knee to the man's arm, a sickening crack is heard as the man's arm bends in a different direction. The man begins to scream in pain as Pence kicks the man's legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor. Pence shakes his head and once again goes to the corner. People once again come out to drag the broken and battered opponent out of the ring, the fans all begin to chant his name as he remains emotionless, and still peering at the cage door. The referee walks over to Pence, shaking his head in disbelief.
Ref: There are no more challengers, just take the money, and go. Please, I have a business to run here.
Pence stares the referee in the eyes as he tries to hand him the money that he had earned by fighting in the cage, Pence slaps the money out of his hand, and exits the steel cage without uttering a single word. The referee looks confused, but rather grateful that Pence has not taken the money, and quickly gathers it up off the floor, as the fans begin to leave. The camera follows Pence to a locker room where he begins to gather his things up and prepares to leave. He pulls out his cell phone from his left pocket and makes a call to Madok, he gets the voicemail, and immediately hangs up before walking out of the locker room and into the bar area of the fighter's den. The fighter's den, a pub owned and operated by an ex-referee was a place for people to go if they wanted to see a fight or be a part of one, Pence had heard of it from locals when he had been searching for a place to put into practice his training, and luckily he had been quickly given a match with two of the undefeated fighters in the cage. Sighing, he would sit down at the bar, and order some water, the bartender would give him a strange look, but not ask any questions, handing him a bottle of water.
Madok: Do I need to ask why you are here?
Pence turned around seeing Madok standing right behind him with a bottle of beer in his hand. Pence stood up and began to walk away.
Madok: And where the hell do you think you are going?
Pence: How the hell did you know where I was? I didn't tell anyone anything.
Madok: Its easy to find somebody who is looking for a fight here in Stockholm. Oh and there is only one bar with an actual cage and it is this bar. So I knew that you would be here, but I have to ask...what were you thinking coming here?
Pence: I'm tired of waiting Madok. I want to beat the shit out of Level One, but I can't get my hands on him because I'm always getting side tracked by second rate opponents. I thought by coming here to the cage I could relax myself by blowing off some steam, but I was apparently wrong. The whole damn time I couldn't help, but think of that steel cage's door opening and Level One stepping into the ring. So when I fought those opponents, I put his head on their shoulders, and then beat the ever living shit out of them.
Madok: Yeah, you were a little brutal with that last one, I think you may have broke his arm.
Pence: I will do more than that to Level One.
Pence walked to the door and walked out, Madok quickly followed him. Pence saw that the limo was waiting for Madok to come back with two burly body guards standing guard of the car. Pence passed by the car without looking back.
Madok: Come on Pence, get in the car. I will take you back to the hotel.
Pence: No thanks I would rather walk.
Madok: And that wasn't an offer.
Pence stopped in his tracks and turned back around to look at Madok who was still standing by the limo.
Pence: What is that suppose to mean?
Madok: It means get in the fucking car before I make you get in the car.
Pence: You couldn't make a toddler get into that car with you, let alone me.
Madok: Want to bet on it?
Pence took of his t-shirt and Madok unbuttoned his suit jacket and took off his tie. Both men began walking towards each other, Pence cracking his knuckles, and Madok looking determined to force Pence to get in the car. Madok was the first to get a hit in as he kicked Pence in the gut and then round housed him through a wooden fence. Madok dusted himself off, sighing at the angry Weatherlight who got out of the remains of the wooden fence, clearly more pissed now. Madok went on the defensive as Pence went for a square hit to his jaw, Madok ducked allowing the fist to go over his head. Madok went for an uppercut but of course Pence had that scouted and jumped back a bit before catching the arm of Madok and putting him in a submission maneuver. Holding his arm behind his back Madok growled in pain, but Pence did not release the hold, he was dead set on doing things his way. Madok got back up to a standing position and then spun around Pence, locking in the same submission maneuver on Pence. Pence growled in anger as he powered out of it and grabbed Madok by the throat. Pence with his other hand hit Madok in the gut and then grabbed hold of Madok's shirt, throwing him with all of his might to the floor below.
Madok hit the floor with a thud and yowled in pain as Pence felt his jaw where he had been hit by the round house kick. Madok however was not down for the count, Madok flipped back up to a standing position, and began to wail on Pence with lefts and rights. Both men backed into an alleyway, both of them now punching each other, and hoping that soon one of them would give up, but neither men had any intention of giving in. Pence was now once again bleeding from his mouth and Madok had a black eye and a busted lip to his name. Both men however didn't care about that, both men wanted to beat the living hell out of each other for mostly reasons unknown. Finally both men stopped, they looked each other over, broken, and bleeding they both sat down on the sidewalk.
Madok: Come on Pence, get in the car...we are going to take care of our wounds at the hospital.
Pence: No thanks. I'm done.
Pence stood up as Madok looked up at him confused.
Madok: What do you mean done?
Pence: I'm done with you and your corporate jargon, done with you parading me around like some investment instead of a human being. I'm done being your poster boy for advertisement. I'm going to do things my own way for now on. The way I should have done a month ago.
Pence turned his back on Madok, Madok, who was more injured than Pence stood up, and watched him leave. He did not utter a word, he did not know what to say, but somewhere deep down Madok knew this was for the best. He had treated Pence like an advertisement tool and mocked his lifestyle choices every time he got the chance. Now Pence was on his own and Madok could agree this was better for him and Pence. Silently Madok made his way to the car, getting into the limo with his bodyguards, and telling the driver to drive him to an airport.
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*Stockholm, Sweden, 3 Days Ago*
It had been a while since Pence had been by his self, but the feeling of independence was quite invigorating to him, and he had wondered why he had even accepted Madok as his manager in the first place. He rather enjoyed being alone, no business ventures on his plate, and no advertisement meetings on his schedule meant that he could focus on the more important things, like training and research. He was dead set on winning now and there would be no distractions and there would be no pulling punches because in a Hell in a Cell match there could be only one survivor and he was going to make damn sure that survivor was him. So as he finished reading the second book on the Hell in a Cell match and regulations, he stood up, and stretched. He needed to eat apparently as his stomach growled at him. So exiting the hotel room that he had rented, he found himself wandering the streets of Stockholm looking for a place that would have some good cuisine for him to munch on.
Pence: Where is a McDonald's when you need it?
Pence said to himself as he continued down the street. Finally he came upon a restaurant that looked pretty good and ducked inside to get some grub. He reached in his pocket pulling out what little money he had on him, luckily he would not be spending his own money on flying to the next major city for next Overdrive because he was almost flat broke. He knew he only had about eighty bucks in Euros, which wasn't a lot and he had to make it work until he could pick up his paycheck from the office. The waitress took his order, he simply ordered a burger, which wouldn't cost him very much, and looked rather edible from the picture on the menu. The waitress who barely understood English had a hard time understanding what Pence wanted, but he showed her the picture on the menu, and she had nodded her head like she knew. So after about twenty minutes or so, Pence was staring at his hamburger, and after taking the first bite he had thought he had died and gone to heaven.
Pence: This is burger is real good. The seasoning is just right to make the burger explicitly good. My compliments to the chef.
By now he could notice something was a little off, looking around he noticed that all of the people in the restaraunt were staring at him. Clearly they knew who he was because they were taking pictures, after finishing his meal he payed the bill and then left a tip for the waitress. He had more things to do and little time for the fans, he needed to prepare for a battle with a strong opponent at One Night in Hell and a strong opponent three days from now. On his way back to the hotel his cell phone rang abruptly, reaching in his pant's pocket he found his cell phone and noticed that the call was from his son. He looked for a safe place to sit down and take the call, seeing a nearby park with benches Pence made his way over there, and took his seat. He answered the phone while looking around.
Pence: Matt, what is up?
Matt: Hey dad, I heard you fired Madok. Is it true?
Pence: Yeah, I'm on my own now. Who told you about that anyway?
Matt: Dad it is all over the net, I found it really easy when I wanted to find out where you were located. Oh and how is Stockholm by the way?
Pence: Its a pretty nice city, the food is great, and the sights aren't too bad either. How is Kansas?
Matt: Rather boring actually...that is why I'm calling mainly. I am letting you know I will be there for your match against Victor Hades. A matter of fact I'm going to be there in two days and I was wondering if you could pick me up at the airport.
Pence rubbed his beard and then nodded his head.
Pence: Sure thing son, I will be there to pick you up.
Matt: Thanks dad, see you then alright?
Pence: Yeah, sure.
Matt hung up the phone and Pence stood up, so much for being alone and independant.
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*Stockholm, Sweden, 1 day ago*
Matt: So you two really fought, huh?
Pence: Yeah, I was just tired of taking orders from him. He treated me like a tool to make a name for himself and I just didn't want to be a tool anymore. I think you should understand.
Matt: Damn right, mom only used me to do chores, she really didn't care much for me. I was just a memory of you to be exact, a memory she couldn't get rid of.
Pence and Matt were in a local park, it was early, and many people were taking their dogs out for walks or their kids out to play. Pence and Matt however were just getting a bit of R and R tired of all the stuff that they had been doing recently, Pence with his match research and Matt with his project in Kansas. Both men were rather exhausted, but neither of them were disheartened from their goals.
Pence: So what exactly was your project in Kansas?
Matt: Well to be honest dad, it was some kind of recreation center for kids, I was in charge of making the designs for the whole damn center. It was such a chore and consumed most of my personal life. I'm lucky I got out of there with my sanity intact. My boss was a real asshole and overall was an ignorant bastard.
Pence: That's life my son, that's life. Sooner or later you will begin to overlook the assholes and just look at those who need your help, like I did. I mean look around you, Stockholm is a great example of beauty and elegance, but do you think it was always like this? This place used to be over run with war and hate, but people stood up, and fought finally to make this place what it now. I hope to one day do the same for this world. To make a difference in somebodies life.
Matt: Dad, you have already done that, and more.
Pence looked at his son and smiled. Pence stood up and waved his son over.
Pence: Come on son, lets get back to work.
And with a smile the two of them walked off, a bright future awaiting the both of them.
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*Current Day, Stockholm, Sweden*
**In Front of the Riksdag Building**
Tourists and natives alike crowded around the building that belonged to the Riksdag, the Swedish Parliament, one such man stared extra long at it's glory and beauty, the other tourists and natives knew the man quite well, Pence Weatherlight, who liked to visit historical places was quite enthralled by the buildings beauty that when he found he was being stared at he couldn't wonder why. Pence spoke up so everyone could hear him.
Pence: Some wonder why I care about the worlds beautiful monument or achievements and I simply scoff at those people. I mean look at this building, this building belongs to the Swedish parliament, in here things are brought before them and is voted upon. Everything that happens in Sweden is controlled from this point, I mean what is there not to care about?
The natives and tourists agree as Pence looks across the sea to the south of the building.
Pence: And look at this view, in all of it's splendor and grace, the sun is setting, and the light from the sun cascades off the water making it look like its glowing. I mean look at it. Isn't it beautiful? I really can understand why the natives want to live here, but there are people who take this all for granted.
Pence sighs as his eyes turn to look at all of the people in front of him, they seem to know what is coming, and Pence smiles. Some people have their camera phones ready, others have their regular cameras, others cameras in general. Pence sits down on a bench.
Pence: Apparently you all know what comes next so lets go ahead and begin shall we. A week ago, during a promo shoot for none other than my opponent this week, Victor Hades, a comment was made that was rather a low blow at my self-esteem not that the asshole gives a flying shit, but I digress. Low blows like these are usually handled with care and expert handling, but not Victor, he does it with a gleeful look in his eye, or should I say an emotionless face staring out at you. You see we've been through this before, you have to stop and breathe, you can't just continue on and fucking on with shit talk. You need to stop, look somewhere else, and take a breather, you can't just outright insult people like that. You bring a whole new perspective to the term "Not being worth my breathe.". The comment was real subtle, not a very big part of the anti-John Green rant, but it was still there. However after watching this bitch fest that Hades gave off I had almost forgotten about the comment he had made earlier, but it seems like stupid shit sticks to people like glue. So that is what you think of me? Cheap tactics and holding a belt for Level One?
First of all, who the hell are you? I don't even remember you from EWC, but clearly you were there...oh I know! You must have been Mac's bitch errand boy! No, that's Shadow Man, fuck berries. I'm sorry Victor, I guess you aren't just that memorable. Second of all, do I give a shit what you think is cheap tactics, cheap tactics for you is probably helping the community, or thriving off the power you are given by the fans. If that is the cheap tactics you are thinking of, well fuck, I'm guilty as charged, but seriously spell it out for me, what the hell did you mean by that comment? Lastly, me holding a belt for Level One is like you sucking Shadow Man's dick, that's not happening, I don't hold championship belts for other people. Level One likes making excuses so I suppose you listen to all of the excuses that are given by everyone on the planet and then agree with them. Are you really that gullible or are you just that retarded? It is probably both of them, but what does it matter. The fact of the matter is Victor, you don't piss off a number one contendor for anything, especially a man who can take hits and give them out.
The people nod their heads in agreement and they begin to cheer.
Pence: But let's go over what you have done so far Victor, lets go in deep. You've beat John Green here once in the APW....is that it? Is that all for your APW run so far? Oh yeah, you fucked up Jesse Nunez's day, well congratulations, wait a fucking minute. You are the guy that made that attack possible. Well now I am quite upset, but not upset enough to run away from a kid that simply wants an autograph. I mean seriously what was up with that. A kid actually wanted to meet you and you turned him down? Do you not like ego-strokes? My God man, somebody actually liked you and you fucking turned them down, seriously what the fuck is wrong with you? I know what must be wrong, your mascera must be running and you need to put a new layer on and you are afraid the pictures will end up on the internet, but don't worry Hades, your secret is safe with whole planet, because everyone knows about your happy time with the mascera. If you don't wear masquera you must definitely need a lot of sleep because those rings under your eyes are fucking disgusting.
Pence reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a manilla folder. He opens up and reveals a picture of Victor Hades.
Pence: See for yourselves folks, doesn't he look angry? Maybe he is sleep depraved, maybe I need to give him a dirt nap when I bring him down six feet under. But you see anger is the big point of this all and it is how you will lose tonight. You see it is real easy to invoke one of the seven deadly sins known as wrath, it is quite easy, anger can sometimes blind you to the things around you which clearly it has. Otherwise you wouldn't make bogus comments that of course make no sense to make in the first place. As I said in my first promo for the Reaping series, there were people in the APW that represented each of the seven deadly sins, maybe even more than one. You simply put are the wrath, which means you are angry. Its quite obvious of course that you are the wrath because you are easy to anger, all it takes is a slight push and you jump over the edge, it is predictability that is the downfall of most wrestlers. It is predictable that you will make an angry comment about me in your rant as much as it predictable that you will try to piss on other wrestlers to make yourself feel better. You are sort of like a bull, throw a red cape in front of you and you want to fucking ram it with all your might, but what happens if the bull gores the matadore, does the matadore get back up or does he bleed and die. Lets say that Matadore is me and you are the bull not only are you going to get fucked up even if you do gore me because I have an excellent endurance, but you are going to be killed by the matadore if you lose and made into steak. So either way you are boned.
Unlike you Hades, I don't anger easily, and I am capable of more than you can ever imagine, I earned my chance to be the champion, nearly broke my ribs trying to, but I still did it. All because I believed in sacrafice, a sacrifice to save the fans from another minute of Level One, I don't win matches for myself, I win matches for the fans. So to an extent I did what I intended to do, but now I intend to do more, I intend to crush Level One, and take back my belt, and you Victor, are nothing more than practice for a match is going to happen in two weeks. So sit back and enjoy the ride because The Reaper is going to show you the real meaning of death. Bye for now, I hope to see you at Overdrive, also I hope you will send out a promo because I would hate to beat you otherwise.
Pence smiles as the fans all crowd around him and chant "Reaper". The scene bursts to static.
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TO BE CONTINUED.....
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THE WRATH
==========================================================*Stockholm, Sweden, 5 days ago*
Sveriges Television, the most major of all the public television stations in all of Stockholm, had asked not too long ago for Madok to make a guest experience on one of their talk shows, and now here he stood. He was by himself, having given Pence a few days off to tour the city as his leisure, and of course come up with a battle plan for One Night in Hell. He knew Pence well enough to know that by the time One Night in Hell came around he would have a fool proof plan to beat the shit out of Level One, but it still made him worry. After all he was Pence's manager and any match that required him to make almost career ending decisions was something for him to be worried about, and as much as Pence told him not to worry he couldn't help it. He waited for his cue, he knew that he would be able to walk out in front of a couple cameras, and about a hundred or so people in the crowd. He watched the light on top of the door leading to the stage, waiting for it to turn green, anxiety taking root, and sweat beginning to form on his brow. He was not very good at public appearances, he would much rather have an interview in a quiet dark room with a hot and rather intelligent woman.
Madok: Come on turn green already! I want to get this the fuck over with.
He said knowing all too well he was alone in the backstage area. Finally his waiting was rewarded as the light turned green, he opened it and found himself standing in front over over twelve different cameras catching random angles, and instead of a hundred fans, he could clearly see about three hundred or so, and giving his broadest grin he possibly could, made his way across the carpeted stage towards where the man in charge of the show named Fredrick sat waiting. Madok sat down in the closest chair and shook hands with Fredrick, the fans were going berserk with cheers.
Fredrick: Welcome to the show, don't worry about the fans they usually get this reaction when they see a man they have seen and heard about. You are something of a celebrity here in Stockholm.
Madok: Well I'm glad my influence reaches farther out than America. I am a little bit confused about why you called me in here though.
Fredrick: Well this show is based on talking about subjects, the selected subject for this show was wrestling, and we decided to go ahead and do something on the managers of up and coming wrestlers. Your name popped up when researching famous wrestlers so we brought you in. Lets go ahead and open up with an easy question shall we?
Madok nodded his head, now that he knew what the show was about he easily got into the mood for talking, and as he leisurely sunk into his chair and awaited the question he knew he could do it.
Fredrick: This week Pence has to deal with quite the vicious foe, a man with almost insatiable blood lust, Victor Hades. How does Pence plan to beat someone as vicious and powerful as Victor Hades?
Madok: Victor Hades is a good warmup.
Fredrick: Excuse me?
Madok: Pence's exact words were "Victor Hades is a good warm up for Hell in a Cell. You never know what he is going to do and it will be the first time I have officially fought the man, but I know it will be fun, and I look forward to the challenge.". Pence knows that Victor Hades is, he knows how he fights, but Pence can be just as vicious, and just as ruthless. I will tell you this, Pence has augmented his training regime, he has added weapons training to it in preparation for One Night in Hell, and has been doing more than he has ever done before in the form of endurance and strength training.
Fredrick: So Pence thinks he can take Victor?
Madok: Ding ding ding, we have a winner. Victor is what many people call one of the best wrestlers of all time, strong and devastating, but the same can be said for Pence. He has gotten almost the same rep sheet as him, but then again it is not always about rep. It is sometimes about how much pushing it takes to throw them over the edge. Victor Hades is a walking, talking time bomb, the guy explodes in angry fits that put Jason Royce out of a job, and Pence knows that. Will his battle plan involve forcing Hades to explode, most likely, but how Pence will take advantage of that is still unknown to even me.
Fredrick nods his head as Madok folds his hands on his lap, awaiting the next question.
Fredrick: Victor Hades has called Pence out in a way, mentioning him in a promotion for the last Overdrive. How did Pence react to that?
Madok: He reacted normally, he just wrote it down on paper, and then looked up Hades' record on the Internet. I tell you what, he is into doing research before going into a match, right now I kid you not but he has seven to eight books on Hell in a Cell matches, and even a few recorded matches. So when he was mentioned he tried to dig deep into Victor's psyche, no clue how that worked out for him, seeing as how Victor is about as deep as a few centimeters of water in the front yard after a storm.
Fredrick: Do you think Pence respects Victor in some way, shape, or form?
Pence: Respect is always there for his fellow wrestlers, the only man he truly does not respect is Level One, and that is because Level One is a scum bag. Victor Hades to him is like a tornado, you hate the power that it has, but you have to respect it's devastating force.
Fredrick: Well we have to go to commercial, when we come back we will continue our talk about Pence Weatherlight's rise to Wrestling Fame, and go over in detail some of Pence's biggest matches of the past.
The cameras turn off as Madok and Fredrick are seen talking to each other. The scene fades to black.
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*Later that night*
The scene opens up on a steel cage, twenty or so people stand around it pushing on it's chain links, and shouting random insults or cheers. Two men stand in the middle of the ring, a make shift bell rings, and both men begin to beat the living hell out of each other. One man slams his fist upside the face of the other man, causing him to fall on the floor, a makeshift referee begins to count.
Man: Get the fuck up you son of a bitch! I'm not fucking done with you, you prissy mother fucker.
As the count reaches five the man gets back up and stands tall he cracks his neck and then his knuckles turning back around, revealing himself to be Pence Weatherlight. Pence has seen better days, he has cuts and bruises all across his face, his lip is busted, and the top of his forehead is also cut. Pence spits some blood to the concrete floor below and then looks the other man directly in the eyes.
Pence: Is that all you got.
Confused and slightly angered by the comment made by Pence, he slams his fist right into Pence's face again, Pence doesn't budge, but the man continues to wail on him until finally Pence catches the man's fist. The man is caught off guard by Pence using his weight against him, tipping him over Pence's side and sending him crashing to the floor. Pence jumps back a bit and waits for the man to get up, he does quickly, and then lunges at Pence fist raised and aimed at his nose. Pence slaps the fist aside and delivers a kick to the man's mid-section, spinning around the man as he is doubled over Pence jumps up and delivers a leg drop on the back of the man's neck. The man falls face first on to the concrete and Pence spits some blood down on the fallen man. The referee finishes his count as Pence goes to the corner of the cage awaiting another challenger. They drag the man out of the cage in a hurry afraid that Pence would attack them as they tried to help the man.
Pence is handed a rag by a nearby fan and Pence uses it to clean up his face a bit, wiping the blood away, his eyes never leaving the entrance of the cage. The referee ushers in another challenger, Pence watches as the most likely body builder waltzes in, and gives the fans a flex. Pence walks towards the man and shakes his hand, his eyes never changing, transfixed on his opponent, and lacking emotion. They both separate as the make shift bell rings again. The muscle bound man attacks Pence too slowly as Pence sidesteps, dodges, and blocks his hits, the fans are all booing, seeing how boring it is, and begin to scream for Pence to just end it. Pence obliges. Pence catches a fist and then sends a knee to the man's arm, a sickening crack is heard as the man's arm bends in a different direction. The man begins to scream in pain as Pence kicks the man's legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor. Pence shakes his head and once again goes to the corner. People once again come out to drag the broken and battered opponent out of the ring, the fans all begin to chant his name as he remains emotionless, and still peering at the cage door. The referee walks over to Pence, shaking his head in disbelief.
Ref: There are no more challengers, just take the money, and go. Please, I have a business to run here.
Pence stares the referee in the eyes as he tries to hand him the money that he had earned by fighting in the cage, Pence slaps the money out of his hand, and exits the steel cage without uttering a single word. The referee looks confused, but rather grateful that Pence has not taken the money, and quickly gathers it up off the floor, as the fans begin to leave. The camera follows Pence to a locker room where he begins to gather his things up and prepares to leave. He pulls out his cell phone from his left pocket and makes a call to Madok, he gets the voicemail, and immediately hangs up before walking out of the locker room and into the bar area of the fighter's den. The fighter's den, a pub owned and operated by an ex-referee was a place for people to go if they wanted to see a fight or be a part of one, Pence had heard of it from locals when he had been searching for a place to put into practice his training, and luckily he had been quickly given a match with two of the undefeated fighters in the cage. Sighing, he would sit down at the bar, and order some water, the bartender would give him a strange look, but not ask any questions, handing him a bottle of water.
Madok: Do I need to ask why you are here?
Pence turned around seeing Madok standing right behind him with a bottle of beer in his hand. Pence stood up and began to walk away.
Madok: And where the hell do you think you are going?
Pence: How the hell did you know where I was? I didn't tell anyone anything.
Madok: Its easy to find somebody who is looking for a fight here in Stockholm. Oh and there is only one bar with an actual cage and it is this bar. So I knew that you would be here, but I have to ask...what were you thinking coming here?
Pence: I'm tired of waiting Madok. I want to beat the shit out of Level One, but I can't get my hands on him because I'm always getting side tracked by second rate opponents. I thought by coming here to the cage I could relax myself by blowing off some steam, but I was apparently wrong. The whole damn time I couldn't help, but think of that steel cage's door opening and Level One stepping into the ring. So when I fought those opponents, I put his head on their shoulders, and then beat the ever living shit out of them.
Madok: Yeah, you were a little brutal with that last one, I think you may have broke his arm.
Pence: I will do more than that to Level One.
Pence walked to the door and walked out, Madok quickly followed him. Pence saw that the limo was waiting for Madok to come back with two burly body guards standing guard of the car. Pence passed by the car without looking back.
Madok: Come on Pence, get in the car. I will take you back to the hotel.
Pence: No thanks I would rather walk.
Madok: And that wasn't an offer.
Pence stopped in his tracks and turned back around to look at Madok who was still standing by the limo.
Pence: What is that suppose to mean?
Madok: It means get in the fucking car before I make you get in the car.
Pence: You couldn't make a toddler get into that car with you, let alone me.
Madok: Want to bet on it?
Pence took of his t-shirt and Madok unbuttoned his suit jacket and took off his tie. Both men began walking towards each other, Pence cracking his knuckles, and Madok looking determined to force Pence to get in the car. Madok was the first to get a hit in as he kicked Pence in the gut and then round housed him through a wooden fence. Madok dusted himself off, sighing at the angry Weatherlight who got out of the remains of the wooden fence, clearly more pissed now. Madok went on the defensive as Pence went for a square hit to his jaw, Madok ducked allowing the fist to go over his head. Madok went for an uppercut but of course Pence had that scouted and jumped back a bit before catching the arm of Madok and putting him in a submission maneuver. Holding his arm behind his back Madok growled in pain, but Pence did not release the hold, he was dead set on doing things his way. Madok got back up to a standing position and then spun around Pence, locking in the same submission maneuver on Pence. Pence growled in anger as he powered out of it and grabbed Madok by the throat. Pence with his other hand hit Madok in the gut and then grabbed hold of Madok's shirt, throwing him with all of his might to the floor below.
Madok hit the floor with a thud and yowled in pain as Pence felt his jaw where he had been hit by the round house kick. Madok however was not down for the count, Madok flipped back up to a standing position, and began to wail on Pence with lefts and rights. Both men backed into an alleyway, both of them now punching each other, and hoping that soon one of them would give up, but neither men had any intention of giving in. Pence was now once again bleeding from his mouth and Madok had a black eye and a busted lip to his name. Both men however didn't care about that, both men wanted to beat the living hell out of each other for mostly reasons unknown. Finally both men stopped, they looked each other over, broken, and bleeding they both sat down on the sidewalk.
Madok: Come on Pence, get in the car...we are going to take care of our wounds at the hospital.
Pence: No thanks. I'm done.
Pence stood up as Madok looked up at him confused.
Madok: What do you mean done?
Pence: I'm done with you and your corporate jargon, done with you parading me around like some investment instead of a human being. I'm done being your poster boy for advertisement. I'm going to do things my own way for now on. The way I should have done a month ago.
Pence turned his back on Madok, Madok, who was more injured than Pence stood up, and watched him leave. He did not utter a word, he did not know what to say, but somewhere deep down Madok knew this was for the best. He had treated Pence like an advertisement tool and mocked his lifestyle choices every time he got the chance. Now Pence was on his own and Madok could agree this was better for him and Pence. Silently Madok made his way to the car, getting into the limo with his bodyguards, and telling the driver to drive him to an airport.
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*Stockholm, Sweden, 3 Days Ago*
It had been a while since Pence had been by his self, but the feeling of independence was quite invigorating to him, and he had wondered why he had even accepted Madok as his manager in the first place. He rather enjoyed being alone, no business ventures on his plate, and no advertisement meetings on his schedule meant that he could focus on the more important things, like training and research. He was dead set on winning now and there would be no distractions and there would be no pulling punches because in a Hell in a Cell match there could be only one survivor and he was going to make damn sure that survivor was him. So as he finished reading the second book on the Hell in a Cell match and regulations, he stood up, and stretched. He needed to eat apparently as his stomach growled at him. So exiting the hotel room that he had rented, he found himself wandering the streets of Stockholm looking for a place that would have some good cuisine for him to munch on.
Pence: Where is a McDonald's when you need it?
Pence said to himself as he continued down the street. Finally he came upon a restaurant that looked pretty good and ducked inside to get some grub. He reached in his pocket pulling out what little money he had on him, luckily he would not be spending his own money on flying to the next major city for next Overdrive because he was almost flat broke. He knew he only had about eighty bucks in Euros, which wasn't a lot and he had to make it work until he could pick up his paycheck from the office. The waitress took his order, he simply ordered a burger, which wouldn't cost him very much, and looked rather edible from the picture on the menu. The waitress who barely understood English had a hard time understanding what Pence wanted, but he showed her the picture on the menu, and she had nodded her head like she knew. So after about twenty minutes or so, Pence was staring at his hamburger, and after taking the first bite he had thought he had died and gone to heaven.
Pence: This is burger is real good. The seasoning is just right to make the burger explicitly good. My compliments to the chef.
By now he could notice something was a little off, looking around he noticed that all of the people in the restaraunt were staring at him. Clearly they knew who he was because they were taking pictures, after finishing his meal he payed the bill and then left a tip for the waitress. He had more things to do and little time for the fans, he needed to prepare for a battle with a strong opponent at One Night in Hell and a strong opponent three days from now. On his way back to the hotel his cell phone rang abruptly, reaching in his pant's pocket he found his cell phone and noticed that the call was from his son. He looked for a safe place to sit down and take the call, seeing a nearby park with benches Pence made his way over there, and took his seat. He answered the phone while looking around.
Pence: Matt, what is up?
Matt: Hey dad, I heard you fired Madok. Is it true?
Pence: Yeah, I'm on my own now. Who told you about that anyway?
Matt: Dad it is all over the net, I found it really easy when I wanted to find out where you were located. Oh and how is Stockholm by the way?
Pence: Its a pretty nice city, the food is great, and the sights aren't too bad either. How is Kansas?
Matt: Rather boring actually...that is why I'm calling mainly. I am letting you know I will be there for your match against Victor Hades. A matter of fact I'm going to be there in two days and I was wondering if you could pick me up at the airport.
Pence rubbed his beard and then nodded his head.
Pence: Sure thing son, I will be there to pick you up.
Matt: Thanks dad, see you then alright?
Pence: Yeah, sure.
Matt hung up the phone and Pence stood up, so much for being alone and independant.
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*Stockholm, Sweden, 1 day ago*
Matt: So you two really fought, huh?
Pence: Yeah, I was just tired of taking orders from him. He treated me like a tool to make a name for himself and I just didn't want to be a tool anymore. I think you should understand.
Matt: Damn right, mom only used me to do chores, she really didn't care much for me. I was just a memory of you to be exact, a memory she couldn't get rid of.
Pence and Matt were in a local park, it was early, and many people were taking their dogs out for walks or their kids out to play. Pence and Matt however were just getting a bit of R and R tired of all the stuff that they had been doing recently, Pence with his match research and Matt with his project in Kansas. Both men were rather exhausted, but neither of them were disheartened from their goals.
Pence: So what exactly was your project in Kansas?
Matt: Well to be honest dad, it was some kind of recreation center for kids, I was in charge of making the designs for the whole damn center. It was such a chore and consumed most of my personal life. I'm lucky I got out of there with my sanity intact. My boss was a real asshole and overall was an ignorant bastard.
Pence: That's life my son, that's life. Sooner or later you will begin to overlook the assholes and just look at those who need your help, like I did. I mean look around you, Stockholm is a great example of beauty and elegance, but do you think it was always like this? This place used to be over run with war and hate, but people stood up, and fought finally to make this place what it now. I hope to one day do the same for this world. To make a difference in somebodies life.
Matt: Dad, you have already done that, and more.
Pence looked at his son and smiled. Pence stood up and waved his son over.
Pence: Come on son, lets get back to work.
And with a smile the two of them walked off, a bright future awaiting the both of them.
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*Current Day, Stockholm, Sweden*
**In Front of the Riksdag Building**
Tourists and natives alike crowded around the building that belonged to the Riksdag, the Swedish Parliament, one such man stared extra long at it's glory and beauty, the other tourists and natives knew the man quite well, Pence Weatherlight, who liked to visit historical places was quite enthralled by the buildings beauty that when he found he was being stared at he couldn't wonder why. Pence spoke up so everyone could hear him.
Pence: Some wonder why I care about the worlds beautiful monument or achievements and I simply scoff at those people. I mean look at this building, this building belongs to the Swedish parliament, in here things are brought before them and is voted upon. Everything that happens in Sweden is controlled from this point, I mean what is there not to care about?
The natives and tourists agree as Pence looks across the sea to the south of the building.
Pence: And look at this view, in all of it's splendor and grace, the sun is setting, and the light from the sun cascades off the water making it look like its glowing. I mean look at it. Isn't it beautiful? I really can understand why the natives want to live here, but there are people who take this all for granted.
Pence sighs as his eyes turn to look at all of the people in front of him, they seem to know what is coming, and Pence smiles. Some people have their camera phones ready, others have their regular cameras, others cameras in general. Pence sits down on a bench.
Pence: Apparently you all know what comes next so lets go ahead and begin shall we. A week ago, during a promo shoot for none other than my opponent this week, Victor Hades, a comment was made that was rather a low blow at my self-esteem not that the asshole gives a flying shit, but I digress. Low blows like these are usually handled with care and expert handling, but not Victor, he does it with a gleeful look in his eye, or should I say an emotionless face staring out at you. You see we've been through this before, you have to stop and breathe, you can't just continue on and fucking on with shit talk. You need to stop, look somewhere else, and take a breather, you can't just outright insult people like that. You bring a whole new perspective to the term "Not being worth my breathe.". The comment was real subtle, not a very big part of the anti-John Green rant, but it was still there. However after watching this bitch fest that Hades gave off I had almost forgotten about the comment he had made earlier, but it seems like stupid shit sticks to people like glue. So that is what you think of me? Cheap tactics and holding a belt for Level One?
First of all, who the hell are you? I don't even remember you from EWC, but clearly you were there...oh I know! You must have been Mac's bitch errand boy! No, that's Shadow Man, fuck berries. I'm sorry Victor, I guess you aren't just that memorable. Second of all, do I give a shit what you think is cheap tactics, cheap tactics for you is probably helping the community, or thriving off the power you are given by the fans. If that is the cheap tactics you are thinking of, well fuck, I'm guilty as charged, but seriously spell it out for me, what the hell did you mean by that comment? Lastly, me holding a belt for Level One is like you sucking Shadow Man's dick, that's not happening, I don't hold championship belts for other people. Level One likes making excuses so I suppose you listen to all of the excuses that are given by everyone on the planet and then agree with them. Are you really that gullible or are you just that retarded? It is probably both of them, but what does it matter. The fact of the matter is Victor, you don't piss off a number one contendor for anything, especially a man who can take hits and give them out.
The people nod their heads in agreement and they begin to cheer.
Pence: But let's go over what you have done so far Victor, lets go in deep. You've beat John Green here once in the APW....is that it? Is that all for your APW run so far? Oh yeah, you fucked up Jesse Nunez's day, well congratulations, wait a fucking minute. You are the guy that made that attack possible. Well now I am quite upset, but not upset enough to run away from a kid that simply wants an autograph. I mean seriously what was up with that. A kid actually wanted to meet you and you turned him down? Do you not like ego-strokes? My God man, somebody actually liked you and you fucking turned them down, seriously what the fuck is wrong with you? I know what must be wrong, your mascera must be running and you need to put a new layer on and you are afraid the pictures will end up on the internet, but don't worry Hades, your secret is safe with whole planet, because everyone knows about your happy time with the mascera. If you don't wear masquera you must definitely need a lot of sleep because those rings under your eyes are fucking disgusting.
Pence reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a manilla folder. He opens up and reveals a picture of Victor Hades.
Pence: See for yourselves folks, doesn't he look angry? Maybe he is sleep depraved, maybe I need to give him a dirt nap when I bring him down six feet under. But you see anger is the big point of this all and it is how you will lose tonight. You see it is real easy to invoke one of the seven deadly sins known as wrath, it is quite easy, anger can sometimes blind you to the things around you which clearly it has. Otherwise you wouldn't make bogus comments that of course make no sense to make in the first place. As I said in my first promo for the Reaping series, there were people in the APW that represented each of the seven deadly sins, maybe even more than one. You simply put are the wrath, which means you are angry. Its quite obvious of course that you are the wrath because you are easy to anger, all it takes is a slight push and you jump over the edge, it is predictability that is the downfall of most wrestlers. It is predictable that you will make an angry comment about me in your rant as much as it predictable that you will try to piss on other wrestlers to make yourself feel better. You are sort of like a bull, throw a red cape in front of you and you want to fucking ram it with all your might, but what happens if the bull gores the matadore, does the matadore get back up or does he bleed and die. Lets say that Matadore is me and you are the bull not only are you going to get fucked up even if you do gore me because I have an excellent endurance, but you are going to be killed by the matadore if you lose and made into steak. So either way you are boned.
Unlike you Hades, I don't anger easily, and I am capable of more than you can ever imagine, I earned my chance to be the champion, nearly broke my ribs trying to, but I still did it. All because I believed in sacrafice, a sacrifice to save the fans from another minute of Level One, I don't win matches for myself, I win matches for the fans. So to an extent I did what I intended to do, but now I intend to do more, I intend to crush Level One, and take back my belt, and you Victor, are nothing more than practice for a match is going to happen in two weeks. So sit back and enjoy the ride because The Reaper is going to show you the real meaning of death. Bye for now, I hope to see you at Overdrive, also I hope you will send out a promo because I would hate to beat you otherwise.
Pence smiles as the fans all crowd around him and chant "Reaper". The scene bursts to static.
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