Post by Nick Watson on Jun 25, 2009 20:59:37 GMT -4
*Audio Log #1*
Voice: They called me a hero, a force of nature. The Hurricane incarnate, but nowadays those names have faded into the chapters of history, a barely visible memory lingering in the minds of the holy children of God and the bastard children of a sinister Satan. I say I have made enemies, but that would be an underestimation of those that at one time hated me. I have made friends as well, friends in high places, the reaper and his crew are my allies. Sometimes I think to myself what would have I done differently, would I have fell to knees and accepted that the past was worth letting go or would have I done the same thing, stood up and shouted and demanded that my past never be forgotten. I tell you now that I made no mistakes, I did not make errors, I simply failed in my life's mission, but now I have new purpose. I have new drive and that drive draws me towards a mask wearing monster, but even that monster is overshadowed by new threats. Threats from abroad that seem to have emerged as if on cue from the masked monster himself. So why he sits and waits for the days to challenge the reaper in combat on his own terms, I challenge his forces, not alone, but with my own allies. We are all equal in the eyes of God, but only some of us are granted the power to make a dent in reality, be that for good or evil is not known, but I know one thing. I will be Vesper till the day I die.
*End of Audio Recording*
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Pence was forced into a hospital after his match with Mr. Strange in which he was told that nothing was wrong with him and that he may go ahead and fight. Pence would then meet up with his son, Matt, who was suppose to be with his mother in Germany. His son said he wanted to be there with his father, but also had questions for the man he had only met months ago. Pence would then ask his son to come with him on the road to get to know him better and Matt agreed, and so began their father and son adventure. Pence and the gang would now be in the town where the next Overdrive would be going on at. Pence would find a way to get his son in the backstage area and after pulling quite a few strings was allowed to bring his son to the arena to be there as he gave a brilliant speech to the masses. However, before that Pence would be confronted by a henchmen of Mr. Strange by the name of Turk, but a mysterious hooded figure managed to defeat him with only a few blows. And now the story continues....
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*Unknown Location, from Unknown feed*
He had got the goods and now he was running, his mission was simple, retrieve the data disk and bring it to the exact location of the extraction point. If only simple those simple things didn't get so complicated. He was in the middle of nowhere, a city, an urban jungle that was home to over payed snobs that worked for the government. The streets were empty, the only sign of life in this jungle were the vehicles in the driveways of the homes and the occasional light in the windows of the homes. At first sight he had underestimated the security of the place as being slim to none, but now he wished he had come with more tools, his bullet proof hoodie vest and reinforced gloves were not enough to stop the security task force, which was in hot pursuit of him. "Next time I will bring my shock grenades and tonfas, but for now I got to get the hell out of here.", he thought silently to himself as he tried his best to jump from roof to roof, knowing better than to enter the streets below. In the distance he heard the sound of a helicopter lifting off and knew that shortly he would be confronted with even more difficult decisions. He stopped on one of the roofs as a spotlight hit him and over the a mega horn he heard a voice.
Voice: Stop where you are thief! You are in violation of several federal laws and are in possession of classified files. Hand them over and the sentence you receive shall be lessened.
The man yelled at the spotlight with fury and lack of concern.
Man: Oh really? I doubt you guys will let me off with a slap on the wrist....so I think I will just keep this disk. I hope you guys don't mind.
Voice: You are giving us no choice but to take you in by force!
Man: You actually think you can take me in? Well then that's pretty quaint. I hope that helicopter is fast, because I'm going to make a break for it!
The man throwing caution to the wind heard the sound of gunfire as he jumped in the alleyway between the homes he was on the roof of. "Jesus, they mean business. Got to be more careful.", he thought to himself running through the alleyway and making his way to the street to the north. As he got out the spotlight hit his back and bullets began to rain down on him like a summer shower, the man however was fast on his feet running to the east and the extraction point. The man rolled into an alleyway as the helicopter caught up to him and there silently he waited for the chance that he was sure was coming. Sure enough, the sound of feet hitting asphault sounded like music to his ears as two men holding automatic weapons made their way into the alleyway like professional soldiers. The man who was crouched behind a dumpster waited for them to get close and when they were in range he began his counter attack. The two men who were armed were quickly caught by surprise by the martial arts display of the mysterious man. They aimed their guns at him but by then it was too late, the man disarmed them both in an instant, shattering their guns with his reinforced guns and then punching one of them in the gut and sending a high kick to the side of the other soldier's face. The man who had been punched in the gut retaliated with sloppy punches and movements, which were easily deflected by blocking with the reinforced gloves, this causing the man to curse as he looked at his hand for a second, most likely broken and then looking up at a 'tisking' noise which was emitted by the foe.
Man: Never take your eyes off your opponent.
The mysterious man slammed his fist square into the face of the soldier and watched as he crumpled to the floor. He was on the run again almost instantly as he rushed away from the alleyway and out the other side. The chopper still followed him, but without the soldiers and their guns, no shot were fired. "I can't take them to the extraction point with me....there has to be something I can do about the helicopter." he thought to himself as he looked around and saw what exactly he could do. He entered a building and heard surprised shouts from tennants as he climbed up to the rooftop over looking the helicopter which was ascending to get an eye to eye look at the man who had stolen from the government. As it did the man began to time himself and once the helicopter's open carriage was revealed he would jump from the roof to inside the helicopter. The surprised pilot was completely caught off guard by the sudden change in attitude and turned to look at the man who got into the cock pit and reared back with his fist.
Man: Ever heard of "What goes up, must come down."
The pilot pissed himself as the man punched him square in the jaw and knocked him out, causing the helicopter to spin out of control. Kicking the pilot who was out cold out of the pilot seat and to the aphault below the man took control of the ship and flew it towards the extraction point, worry free.
Man: These files better be worth it.
He says to no one in particular as the scene bursts to static.
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*Guadalajara, Mexico, 1 day ago*
The people were going crazy as Pence walked through the streets with Nick in tow, but it wasn't because of him being there, but because of the helicopter crash in the nearby fields. Pence looked over at Nick who nodded his head in agreement, they would go see this crash site and find out what is going on. As they walked towards it the crowd thickened, growing more, and more like a mob. Both of them reach the point of where they can no longer go any further due to the police closing off the sight, and Pence turns to Nick with a look of dismay.
Pence: I wonder how bad the crash is?
Nick: Me too Pence, but we have a dinner date to uphold, so let us hurry up and get over to the restaraunt.
Pence: Yeah, I suppose your right. Don't want to disappoint Matt.
Both men begin to walk away as the masses look beyond the tape and see the wreckage and remains of a helicopter, all except for one man who watches Pence and Nick walk away. His eyes never leave the two as the they both disappear over the horizon. One cop walks over to him and he turns around to look at him, the cop begins to talk.
Cop: So, you said that you saw what happened?
Man: Yeah, the helicopter spun out of control, I would guess that the pilot had a heart attack or something.
Cop: I don't know if that story will check out, seeing as how we didn't find a body among the wreckage.
Man: Maybe it was some kind of problem with the helicopter then, malfunction of the tools used to operate the vehicle. He may have ejected and might still be out there somewhere lost.
Cop: Sounds good to me. I will get my boys on it, oh and can I get your name just in case we need to question you again?
Man: My name?
Cop: Yeah.
Man: Madok Mortalis, don't be afraid to call me. Here is my card.
Madok handed the cop a card with all of his information on it and then walked away leaving behind the wreckage he barely escaped from. Luckily the files were now in the hands of Vesper, but right now more important things were circling in his mind. Like a certain wrestler who he had not talked to in a very long time.
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*That Night at the Restaraunt*
The food layed out before them was definitely native and Pence who enjoyed the food of the Mexican people had ordered for all of them and now they sat around the dinner table munching on food. Pence who wasn't very hungry and was still concerned about the crashing of the helicopter looked around the restaurant which was mostly deserted because of all the commotion over the crashed helicopter.
Matt: So dad, what are your plans for tomorrow? Are you going to address the fans like usual?
Pence turned back to look at his son, who of course had noticed him spacing out and Pence smiled before speaking.
Pence: That is the plan son, I have been quite busy recently with all of the media crashing down around me. Wanting interviews before Test for the best and what not. It should all cool down soon, but tomorrow I'm going into the arena and I'm going to give both of my opponents a piece of my mind.
Nick: Eat up, Pence. Don't want you starving before a big fight on Overdrive. Remember...a full competitor is a strong competitor. Besides this food is damn good.
Pence obliged his personal trainer by taking a few bites of the food on his plate and nodded his head in agreement, the food was pretty damn good. Matt to took a bite and then spoke up again.
Matt: Hey dad, I'm thinking of becoming a professional wrestler like you one day. You know, going around the world and kicking ass and taking names.
Pence: That is wonderful news son. I'm glad you have taken an interest in my profession. Hell who knows, maybe one day you will be a world champion one day.
Nick: But for that to happen you need a good personal trainer. A man who can mold you into the best you possibly can be.
Matt nodded his head and then smiled.
Matt: I hope you aren't referring to yourself Mr. Maelstrom.
Nick: Damn skippity I am kid. I will train you much like your father, you know the old saying....like father like son. I can only hope the training methods I used on your father will work on you.
Pence takes another bite of his food as a small kid and a woman, most likely his mother, walks over to their table. The little kid holds out a piece of paper to Pence and Pence looks over at him and smiles. Taking it from the boy and signing his name on it, he rubs the kids head and then hands him the piece of paper back. The woman thanks him in spanish and then walks off with an estatic kid who has just met his idol.
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*Current Day, Arena V.F.G*
The sold out crowd sits in anticipation of the arrival of their champion and of course they are not dissapointed as "Come to Life" by Alterbridge hits the PA system and Pence appears on the entrance ramp holding his belt over his shoulder. He makes his way down to the ring an occasional fan slapping hands with him and the crowd begins chanting "Pence" as he finally makes into the ring with his microphone in hand. He looks out across the audience and waits for the chants and cheers to die down.
Pence: HELLO MEXICO!
The fans all shout back with mixed greetings, some in Spanish, others in English.
Pence: Today is the last show of Overdrive that will take place in Mexico for a while. I know it is kind of saddening, but I have had quite a load of fun with you all here and you can still watch me kick ass all over the world via your television set. Every Wendesday at 9:00 and don't worry, I will always remember my Spanish audience. You guys are so energetic, because tonight you all get to see a match that has been in the making for some time. Tonight you get to see me beat two men who by their low entertainment factor so far, are about to get a huge ratings boost. Because tonight ladies and gentlemen, Pence Weatherligh, the APW World Heavyweight champion and his partner, Shadow, the Overdrive Champion are going to kick our number one contenders' pitiful asses around this damn arena in a main event that will blow the roof off of every house on every continent.
The fans all begin to chant as Pence nods his head waiting once again for the crowd to die down. He begins once again as the crowd grows to a very loud murmur.
Pence: So tonight, let us start with the masked warrior known as Mr. Strange, because lets face it Ladies and Gentlemen. He needs to be talked about first just as much as he needs a shrink to check if all the screws are tightened tight enough. You see last week on Overdrive this joke of a man, this hardcore wannabe set his sights on me, set his sights on defeating me in one on one combat, only to come up short as many others had in the past. By now he most likely has come up with an excuse for this loss, because that is what Strange is about, his excuses. Mr. Strange without excuses is like Level One without his own foot in his mouth. Mr. Strange has always been a man of excuses, I mean it usually plays out like this. He loses a match, he brainstorms for a little while, and then at the last minute he decided to pump out a half brain answer to life and his loss. Mr. Strange is as fake as the plastic mask he wears and about as dull as plastic as well. You see Strange, when I watch one of your promos, I don't even care what the fuck you are doing. I fast forward through all the bullshit that I know you are going to say because you are just that damn predictable to the end of your promo where it ends. Then feeling a sense of accomplishment I decide to burn the video I borrowed from archive and hope to God you never ever produce a promo like that again. My hopes have yet to be answered on that front. Last week on Overdrive I beat you Strange, make an excuse please. I beat you because you are nothing more than a vile disgusting beast spreading his damn curse filled lies like a god damn virus to everybody you know and everyone around you. Enough is enough!
The fans all errupt into cheers as Pence is now getting to the meat of his rant.
Pence: I'm tired of hearing your damn "The kings and pawns still go into the same box" well Confucius I have a little counter to that. The king and the pawns may go in the same box, but which peice does the game revolve around? Hmmm? The king and you know who the king is around here on APW? Oh that's fucking right...it is Pence Weatherlight!
The Pence chants ignite and Pence accepts the praise.
Pence: The fans get it, lowly slime like you would never understand why Pence Weatherlight is better than Mr. Strange. It is all about the power of these fans Strange. Ignore it all you want, but it is there...it is sitting dormant, waiting for the opportunity to spring out and give the man who can harness its power for his own. The sun may be a great source of energy, but it can not beat the power of the masses and it never will.
The fans errupt again and Pence continues.
Pence: Moving away from you Strange, we have your partner. This man has given me the most trouble in my career and perhaps will always be a thorn in my side with his constant bitching and complaining. Listen Level, I don't care if you fucked yourself by giving me the win or if I beat you fair and square. You see that is because the fans are much happier seeing me as champion rather than seeing you as champion. They enjoy my on stage performances much more than your fucked up displays of stupidity that you call promos. You see any man who is willing to give up a championship belt all so that he can win in one of his 'biggest' rivalries of all time...is just plain out fucking stupid. There is no excusing the fact if you did that, you are no longer worth my time if you did. Call me whatever you want, pick at me and call me a snot nosed punk, but who is out here making excuses now? Who is out here trying to do what he thinks is best for the company. Who is giving his heart and soul in hopes of being victorious in a battle? You are retarded....you know that don't you? You make me want to beat your ass, but then I think to myself silently about how you are a fake cripple until Test for the best. All I can say is how fucking convenient. Not that it matters anyway. The fans don't even believe your false shit, because they can see right through to the twisted man you are. So Level go fucking kill yourself some where else, because this is my damn belt and nobody is going to fucking take it from me and no amount of undefeated streaks in the world is going to stop me from stomping your ass on Overdrive this week.
The fans begin to applaud, but Pence interrupts them.
Pence: So before I go off to do what I normally do before this match...I want to wish you luck, because let me tell you what. If you are willing to go as far as bringing up streaks and make excuses about your loss to me at Mayhem, your going to need all the damn luck in the world to beat me. Good night ladies and gentlemen...I will see you all in the main event!
Pence exits to the fans chanting his name as excitement abounds for what is to come later that night.
*End*
Voice: They called me a hero, a force of nature. The Hurricane incarnate, but nowadays those names have faded into the chapters of history, a barely visible memory lingering in the minds of the holy children of God and the bastard children of a sinister Satan. I say I have made enemies, but that would be an underestimation of those that at one time hated me. I have made friends as well, friends in high places, the reaper and his crew are my allies. Sometimes I think to myself what would have I done differently, would I have fell to knees and accepted that the past was worth letting go or would have I done the same thing, stood up and shouted and demanded that my past never be forgotten. I tell you now that I made no mistakes, I did not make errors, I simply failed in my life's mission, but now I have new purpose. I have new drive and that drive draws me towards a mask wearing monster, but even that monster is overshadowed by new threats. Threats from abroad that seem to have emerged as if on cue from the masked monster himself. So why he sits and waits for the days to challenge the reaper in combat on his own terms, I challenge his forces, not alone, but with my own allies. We are all equal in the eyes of God, but only some of us are granted the power to make a dent in reality, be that for good or evil is not known, but I know one thing. I will be Vesper till the day I die.
*End of Audio Recording*
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Last Time on the Pence Weatherlight Special.....
[/I][/center]Pence was forced into a hospital after his match with Mr. Strange in which he was told that nothing was wrong with him and that he may go ahead and fight. Pence would then meet up with his son, Matt, who was suppose to be with his mother in Germany. His son said he wanted to be there with his father, but also had questions for the man he had only met months ago. Pence would then ask his son to come with him on the road to get to know him better and Matt agreed, and so began their father and son adventure. Pence and the gang would now be in the town where the next Overdrive would be going on at. Pence would find a way to get his son in the backstage area and after pulling quite a few strings was allowed to bring his son to the arena to be there as he gave a brilliant speech to the masses. However, before that Pence would be confronted by a henchmen of Mr. Strange by the name of Turk, but a mysterious hooded figure managed to defeat him with only a few blows. And now the story continues....
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Vesper Orgins Part 1
*Unknown Location, from Unknown feed*
He had got the goods and now he was running, his mission was simple, retrieve the data disk and bring it to the exact location of the extraction point. If only simple those simple things didn't get so complicated. He was in the middle of nowhere, a city, an urban jungle that was home to over payed snobs that worked for the government. The streets were empty, the only sign of life in this jungle were the vehicles in the driveways of the homes and the occasional light in the windows of the homes. At first sight he had underestimated the security of the place as being slim to none, but now he wished he had come with more tools, his bullet proof hoodie vest and reinforced gloves were not enough to stop the security task force, which was in hot pursuit of him. "Next time I will bring my shock grenades and tonfas, but for now I got to get the hell out of here.", he thought silently to himself as he tried his best to jump from roof to roof, knowing better than to enter the streets below. In the distance he heard the sound of a helicopter lifting off and knew that shortly he would be confronted with even more difficult decisions. He stopped on one of the roofs as a spotlight hit him and over the a mega horn he heard a voice.
Voice: Stop where you are thief! You are in violation of several federal laws and are in possession of classified files. Hand them over and the sentence you receive shall be lessened.
The man yelled at the spotlight with fury and lack of concern.
Man: Oh really? I doubt you guys will let me off with a slap on the wrist....so I think I will just keep this disk. I hope you guys don't mind.
Voice: You are giving us no choice but to take you in by force!
Man: You actually think you can take me in? Well then that's pretty quaint. I hope that helicopter is fast, because I'm going to make a break for it!
The man throwing caution to the wind heard the sound of gunfire as he jumped in the alleyway between the homes he was on the roof of. "Jesus, they mean business. Got to be more careful.", he thought to himself running through the alleyway and making his way to the street to the north. As he got out the spotlight hit his back and bullets began to rain down on him like a summer shower, the man however was fast on his feet running to the east and the extraction point. The man rolled into an alleyway as the helicopter caught up to him and there silently he waited for the chance that he was sure was coming. Sure enough, the sound of feet hitting asphault sounded like music to his ears as two men holding automatic weapons made their way into the alleyway like professional soldiers. The man who was crouched behind a dumpster waited for them to get close and when they were in range he began his counter attack. The two men who were armed were quickly caught by surprise by the martial arts display of the mysterious man. They aimed their guns at him but by then it was too late, the man disarmed them both in an instant, shattering their guns with his reinforced guns and then punching one of them in the gut and sending a high kick to the side of the other soldier's face. The man who had been punched in the gut retaliated with sloppy punches and movements, which were easily deflected by blocking with the reinforced gloves, this causing the man to curse as he looked at his hand for a second, most likely broken and then looking up at a 'tisking' noise which was emitted by the foe.
Man: Never take your eyes off your opponent.
The mysterious man slammed his fist square into the face of the soldier and watched as he crumpled to the floor. He was on the run again almost instantly as he rushed away from the alleyway and out the other side. The chopper still followed him, but without the soldiers and their guns, no shot were fired. "I can't take them to the extraction point with me....there has to be something I can do about the helicopter." he thought to himself as he looked around and saw what exactly he could do. He entered a building and heard surprised shouts from tennants as he climbed up to the rooftop over looking the helicopter which was ascending to get an eye to eye look at the man who had stolen from the government. As it did the man began to time himself and once the helicopter's open carriage was revealed he would jump from the roof to inside the helicopter. The surprised pilot was completely caught off guard by the sudden change in attitude and turned to look at the man who got into the cock pit and reared back with his fist.
Man: Ever heard of "What goes up, must come down."
The pilot pissed himself as the man punched him square in the jaw and knocked him out, causing the helicopter to spin out of control. Kicking the pilot who was out cold out of the pilot seat and to the aphault below the man took control of the ship and flew it towards the extraction point, worry free.
Man: These files better be worth it.
He says to no one in particular as the scene bursts to static.
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*Guadalajara, Mexico, 1 day ago*
The people were going crazy as Pence walked through the streets with Nick in tow, but it wasn't because of him being there, but because of the helicopter crash in the nearby fields. Pence looked over at Nick who nodded his head in agreement, they would go see this crash site and find out what is going on. As they walked towards it the crowd thickened, growing more, and more like a mob. Both of them reach the point of where they can no longer go any further due to the police closing off the sight, and Pence turns to Nick with a look of dismay.
Pence: I wonder how bad the crash is?
Nick: Me too Pence, but we have a dinner date to uphold, so let us hurry up and get over to the restaraunt.
Pence: Yeah, I suppose your right. Don't want to disappoint Matt.
Both men begin to walk away as the masses look beyond the tape and see the wreckage and remains of a helicopter, all except for one man who watches Pence and Nick walk away. His eyes never leave the two as the they both disappear over the horizon. One cop walks over to him and he turns around to look at him, the cop begins to talk.
Cop: So, you said that you saw what happened?
Man: Yeah, the helicopter spun out of control, I would guess that the pilot had a heart attack or something.
Cop: I don't know if that story will check out, seeing as how we didn't find a body among the wreckage.
Man: Maybe it was some kind of problem with the helicopter then, malfunction of the tools used to operate the vehicle. He may have ejected and might still be out there somewhere lost.
Cop: Sounds good to me. I will get my boys on it, oh and can I get your name just in case we need to question you again?
Man: My name?
Cop: Yeah.
Man: Madok Mortalis, don't be afraid to call me. Here is my card.
Madok handed the cop a card with all of his information on it and then walked away leaving behind the wreckage he barely escaped from. Luckily the files were now in the hands of Vesper, but right now more important things were circling in his mind. Like a certain wrestler who he had not talked to in a very long time.
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*That Night at the Restaraunt*
The food layed out before them was definitely native and Pence who enjoyed the food of the Mexican people had ordered for all of them and now they sat around the dinner table munching on food. Pence who wasn't very hungry and was still concerned about the crashing of the helicopter looked around the restaurant which was mostly deserted because of all the commotion over the crashed helicopter.
Matt: So dad, what are your plans for tomorrow? Are you going to address the fans like usual?
Pence turned back to look at his son, who of course had noticed him spacing out and Pence smiled before speaking.
Pence: That is the plan son, I have been quite busy recently with all of the media crashing down around me. Wanting interviews before Test for the best and what not. It should all cool down soon, but tomorrow I'm going into the arena and I'm going to give both of my opponents a piece of my mind.
Nick: Eat up, Pence. Don't want you starving before a big fight on Overdrive. Remember...a full competitor is a strong competitor. Besides this food is damn good.
Pence obliged his personal trainer by taking a few bites of the food on his plate and nodded his head in agreement, the food was pretty damn good. Matt to took a bite and then spoke up again.
Matt: Hey dad, I'm thinking of becoming a professional wrestler like you one day. You know, going around the world and kicking ass and taking names.
Pence: That is wonderful news son. I'm glad you have taken an interest in my profession. Hell who knows, maybe one day you will be a world champion one day.
Nick: But for that to happen you need a good personal trainer. A man who can mold you into the best you possibly can be.
Matt nodded his head and then smiled.
Matt: I hope you aren't referring to yourself Mr. Maelstrom.
Nick: Damn skippity I am kid. I will train you much like your father, you know the old saying....like father like son. I can only hope the training methods I used on your father will work on you.
Pence takes another bite of his food as a small kid and a woman, most likely his mother, walks over to their table. The little kid holds out a piece of paper to Pence and Pence looks over at him and smiles. Taking it from the boy and signing his name on it, he rubs the kids head and then hands him the piece of paper back. The woman thanks him in spanish and then walks off with an estatic kid who has just met his idol.
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*Current Day, Arena V.F.G*
The sold out crowd sits in anticipation of the arrival of their champion and of course they are not dissapointed as "Come to Life" by Alterbridge hits the PA system and Pence appears on the entrance ramp holding his belt over his shoulder. He makes his way down to the ring an occasional fan slapping hands with him and the crowd begins chanting "Pence" as he finally makes into the ring with his microphone in hand. He looks out across the audience and waits for the chants and cheers to die down.
Pence: HELLO MEXICO!
The fans all shout back with mixed greetings, some in Spanish, others in English.
Pence: Today is the last show of Overdrive that will take place in Mexico for a while. I know it is kind of saddening, but I have had quite a load of fun with you all here and you can still watch me kick ass all over the world via your television set. Every Wendesday at 9:00 and don't worry, I will always remember my Spanish audience. You guys are so energetic, because tonight you all get to see a match that has been in the making for some time. Tonight you get to see me beat two men who by their low entertainment factor so far, are about to get a huge ratings boost. Because tonight ladies and gentlemen, Pence Weatherligh, the APW World Heavyweight champion and his partner, Shadow, the Overdrive Champion are going to kick our number one contenders' pitiful asses around this damn arena in a main event that will blow the roof off of every house on every continent.
The fans all begin to chant as Pence nods his head waiting once again for the crowd to die down. He begins once again as the crowd grows to a very loud murmur.
Pence: So tonight, let us start with the masked warrior known as Mr. Strange, because lets face it Ladies and Gentlemen. He needs to be talked about first just as much as he needs a shrink to check if all the screws are tightened tight enough. You see last week on Overdrive this joke of a man, this hardcore wannabe set his sights on me, set his sights on defeating me in one on one combat, only to come up short as many others had in the past. By now he most likely has come up with an excuse for this loss, because that is what Strange is about, his excuses. Mr. Strange without excuses is like Level One without his own foot in his mouth. Mr. Strange has always been a man of excuses, I mean it usually plays out like this. He loses a match, he brainstorms for a little while, and then at the last minute he decided to pump out a half brain answer to life and his loss. Mr. Strange is as fake as the plastic mask he wears and about as dull as plastic as well. You see Strange, when I watch one of your promos, I don't even care what the fuck you are doing. I fast forward through all the bullshit that I know you are going to say because you are just that damn predictable to the end of your promo where it ends. Then feeling a sense of accomplishment I decide to burn the video I borrowed from archive and hope to God you never ever produce a promo like that again. My hopes have yet to be answered on that front. Last week on Overdrive I beat you Strange, make an excuse please. I beat you because you are nothing more than a vile disgusting beast spreading his damn curse filled lies like a god damn virus to everybody you know and everyone around you. Enough is enough!
The fans all errupt into cheers as Pence is now getting to the meat of his rant.
Pence: I'm tired of hearing your damn "The kings and pawns still go into the same box" well Confucius I have a little counter to that. The king and the pawns may go in the same box, but which peice does the game revolve around? Hmmm? The king and you know who the king is around here on APW? Oh that's fucking right...it is Pence Weatherlight!
The Pence chants ignite and Pence accepts the praise.
Pence: The fans get it, lowly slime like you would never understand why Pence Weatherlight is better than Mr. Strange. It is all about the power of these fans Strange. Ignore it all you want, but it is there...it is sitting dormant, waiting for the opportunity to spring out and give the man who can harness its power for his own. The sun may be a great source of energy, but it can not beat the power of the masses and it never will.
The fans errupt again and Pence continues.
Pence: Moving away from you Strange, we have your partner. This man has given me the most trouble in my career and perhaps will always be a thorn in my side with his constant bitching and complaining. Listen Level, I don't care if you fucked yourself by giving me the win or if I beat you fair and square. You see that is because the fans are much happier seeing me as champion rather than seeing you as champion. They enjoy my on stage performances much more than your fucked up displays of stupidity that you call promos. You see any man who is willing to give up a championship belt all so that he can win in one of his 'biggest' rivalries of all time...is just plain out fucking stupid. There is no excusing the fact if you did that, you are no longer worth my time if you did. Call me whatever you want, pick at me and call me a snot nosed punk, but who is out here making excuses now? Who is out here trying to do what he thinks is best for the company. Who is giving his heart and soul in hopes of being victorious in a battle? You are retarded....you know that don't you? You make me want to beat your ass, but then I think to myself silently about how you are a fake cripple until Test for the best. All I can say is how fucking convenient. Not that it matters anyway. The fans don't even believe your false shit, because they can see right through to the twisted man you are. So Level go fucking kill yourself some where else, because this is my damn belt and nobody is going to fucking take it from me and no amount of undefeated streaks in the world is going to stop me from stomping your ass on Overdrive this week.
The fans begin to applaud, but Pence interrupts them.
Pence: So before I go off to do what I normally do before this match...I want to wish you luck, because let me tell you what. If you are willing to go as far as bringing up streaks and make excuses about your loss to me at Mayhem, your going to need all the damn luck in the world to beat me. Good night ladies and gentlemen...I will see you all in the main event!
Pence exits to the fans chanting his name as excitement abounds for what is to come later that night.
*End*
