Post by Nick Watson on Apr 29, 2009 23:40:26 GMT -4
Legends are born not made.
Legends never die but are just reborn.
*Back in the EWC*
Interviewer: I am here now with the man seeking to claim the HcW championship from the clutches of Gladiator and at the same time take on one other man...Kid Cannabis. Here he is, Pence Weatherlight!
Pence: Nice to see...you...just who the hell are you?
Interviewer: Sir, I am Mike Stevens and I am here to talk to you about how you feel going into tonight fighting Kid Cannabis and Gladiator at the same time.
Pence: Well...Mike was it, I feel like I have every chance in the world to stop the title reign of Gladiator my main issue is taking Kid Cannabis down and proving just who the real HcW champion is in that ring.
Interviewer: I hope you are ready. With the death of your girlfriend and your recent run in with death, we can only hope that you are strong enough to take Cannabis down and win the HcW championship for all your fans out there.
Pence: Let me tell you this, I will win. There is no other choice for me out there, not one other possibility awaiting me in that ring, but to win. Tonight, I will win in honor of my departed girlfriend and bring the title to an All American. So if you don't mind Mike, I got some prepping to do before my big match.
Interviewer: There you go! Pence is fired up to, this is going to make one hell of a main event!
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Legends are known by the actions they do, not by the actions they do not.
Legends are never forgotten no matter what action they take.
The lights go out in the ring, nobody is left except for him, he stares at the sign Battleground 2008. Main Event: Pence Weatherlight vs. Gladiator vs. Kid Cannabis. One night only., he looks at the empty chairs, the ones that had been filled with the people he had come to know, the people that he had been fighting for from the beginning. They were gone now and all the man could do was stand where his one shot at glory could have been taken and where he had lost it. Pence Weatherlight looked farther up the stands and found the seat he had ordered for his girlfriend and no longer able to control himself fell to his knees and cried. He had failed her as much as he had failed his fans and his friends and now no longer being able to control his feelings Pence cried, he let it all out. His frustration. His guilt. His anger. His depression. He let it all out and yet as he finished he felt no better, he felt no self satisfaction for allowing himself to do what he just did. He felt nothing and now that Pence had lost, he was nothing. He had no championship, he had no fans, and now above all else, he had no girlfriend. Exiting the building was the worst part. Turning to look at the sign once more, he would think of everything he had accomplished and how miniscule it was compared to the problems he had recently had. It was time for him to leave, he could not beat Kid Cannabis as the man he was now and better yet, he could not be the man he was when he entered the ring that night anymore. Closing the door on that chapter of his life was the hardest thing he had ever done and that he ever hoped he would do.
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As one door closes, another opens.
Pence was drunk again, it had became a regular routine for the ex-HcW superstar to drown his sorrows away in a bottle of whiskey or vodka and when Pence got drunk he would tell stories of the glory days. One story brought most of the people in the bars he frequented together, it was a story of a hero who had failed, a bright star who had been extinguished before it had got its oppurtunity to fully shine, and how this hero turned out after all of this time would always change because Pence could not decide on how to end the story. One night, Pence found himself alone in an alleyway and laying against the wall of the bar he had frequented was found by a man by the name of James Snyder, an interviewer who had made his career off Pence's rise to fame and his fall to shame. James talked to Pence for the first time in three months and saw just how the superstar had become, not wanting to push him more than he had to, he would take him back to his own apartment, because Pence who was unable to pay the bills for his house had to move to a crack in the wall apartment and there he had been living for the past two months, drinking himself to death. As Pence regained his sobriety he regained his senses and his thoughts, he remembered James, oh how he remembered him. The two men talked long into the night time hours about the good old days and what it had been like, it had been like a dream come true, but now it was just a nightmare, a cruel image placed before his face.
James: Seriously man, let it go, you lost to one of the bests in the business. Trust me, he left there with more than enough battle scars to say that you had beat him, you barely walked out of there with a scratch. Out of all the fighters in that match, you deserved the title the most.
Pence: I didn't deserve shit, I put my all in that match and failed. To me its just one big beating wrapped in a silly package. The whole notion of me making a difference was silly, I should have never joined the EWC to begin with.
James: Dude, you don't really mean that. You gave alot of people hope, more so than any other man in the history of the EWC. I won't let you sit here and say that it was all a mistake, you are too good to let yourself piss your career down the drain. I mean look at you. You are drinking enough liquor to kill yourself. You are sitting here day in and day out without any intent of living to the next day. Plus your still beating yourself up over a defeat that happened over two months ago.
Pence: What would you know about my defeat. You don't know shit about what I went through to get a title shot, you don't know what I went through...I lost my girlfriend, I lost my friends, and the only thing I had left was my fans, so stupid old me decided to put them on the line with the championship. In the end what happened? Do you remember? Cannabis took advantage of an opening and pinned me for the three count. I lost my fans that night all because I gave it my all and fell short of what I promised to do. I swore to win for my girlfriend, what a fool I was!
James: Pence...you didn't lose all of your fans, you didn't. They are still out there and they need you now more than ever. They need you to remedy the things going on the EWC. They need you to stand up for them one more time, if not just for them, but for yourself. Please...you have to do it or I fear you will never be able to bring back who you once were.
A sinister smile played on Pence's face.
Pence: I killed that Pence two months ago, all that remains is a lower class man just trying to make ends meet. So if you don't mind, I have a bottle of Jack Daniels in the fridge with my name on it.
James walked to the door in an angry manner, turning around to face the man who he had once admired for his ability to take a hit and keep on coming.
James: I respected you Pence. For all this time I searched for you, searched so that you could come back and save your fans and now you spit in my face and theirs. What should I tell them huh? Should I tell them that their hero is trying to kill himself with alcohol? Or maybe I should tell them that he has become a real asshole?
Pence: Tell them that the Pence Weatherlight they knew died that night at Battlegrounds. Tell them that Pence Weatherlight is no more.
James cursed and slammed the door behind him as he exited the drunken man's room. Pence slowly got off of the floor where he had been sitting and made his way to his makeshift kitchen, opening up the fridge and seeing the bottle of Jack Daniels staring right at him, he reached out for it, and stopped. Grabbing hold of the bottle, Pence slammed it against the wall, and fell to the floor. He layed there for a few moments and cursed himself for being so inadequate, for being so imperfect. The drip of the Jack Daniels on the wall hitting a table turns the scene to black.
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Forgiveness is the first step to understanding.
The sounds of fist on flesh is heard as the scene opens in on a gym, a flier on the wall reads,For one time only, Pence Weatherlight vs. Jack Malone for the Heavy Weight Championship.. The sound of a bell rings and the camera switches over to the two men now sitting in opposite corners. One man is a muscle bound adrenaline junky by the name of Jack Malone, he is the current Heavy Weight Champion of Pennsylvania Boxing Incorporated or PBI. Jack Malone, a man from the capital of Pennsylvania, has held the longest winning streak in Pennsylvania history, managing to go 100-0 so far and looking to go 101-0. Jack Malone had turned down at least five different contract opportunities to go pro with either the UFC, Boxing, or two different wrestling organizations. Declining all five attempts at signing himself to a much bigger organization he had earned the respect of countless thousands of loyal viewers and onlookers. Meanwhile in the opposite corner sat the man who had made his career professionally and unprofessionally. Now trying to make his way in the Semi-pro leagues, Pence Weatherlight has began boxing again, it has only been a month since he had been visited by James, and already Pence has shown signs of improvement, quitting alcohol all together and going 20-0 in a matter of a four week period in his new boxing career. The bell rings again and Pence and the champ go one on one again, Pence weaves away from jabs, hooks, and anything else that Jack potentially had up his sleeve. Pence however has an ace, his one trick that has so far stayed out of his semi-pro career. His left arm's strength had always been slightly powerful than his right and with heavy training Pence had developed his left arm to be an end all weapon, right now with all the fury of the fight, Pence could not get in with his famous right hooks that had won him the past twenty matches. Moving in and out the bell rings again, the round is over and the two gentlemen go back to their corners. His personal trainer, Nick Maelstrom looks at him with the seasoned look of a pro boxer, a matter of fact, he was a boxer back in his day, but now is too old to compete and too battered to even think of returning to the ring to fight somebody like Jack Malone. Nick leans in to talk to Pence.
Nick: Listen Pence, we can end it now. I know you are dodging the punches Jack throws at you, but right now you aren't even able to retaliate with your right hooks and jabs. I don't know if you can win this and I don't want to endanger your career over something as petty as a championship.
Pence: Tell me Nick, would you stop trying now if you were in ring with the champion right now? Huh? Would you?
A devilish smile crossed Nick's face.
Nick: Nope, I would keep going till my body gave out.
The bell rang again.
Nick: Knock him dead Pence.
Pence nodded and got back up, both me would dodge each others assaults again, but as soon as Jack lets his guard down for one second a string of left jabs and hooks shakes the foundations of his defense. The champion goes down within the round for the ten count, making Pence Weatherlight the new Heavy Weight champions. Thousands cheer as Pence slowly exits the ring, his new championship belt around his waste, he smiles to all of the people who are watching via television and then enters the back stage area, from there he goes to his locker room and takes a seat on one of the many benches. He looks around the lockeroom excitement abounds, each man congratulates each other and as they reach Pence to congratulate him, he turns down their thanks and their praise. He places all of the real work on his team of trainers, he says they are the real champions and they are even more excited that Pence feels this way. As they exit the locker room a man in a suit pulls Pence aside.
Man: Good work out there Pence. I am quite impressed with how you took down the champ in only a month to become the new Heavy Weight Champion, but I'm here to offer you a chance at something much bigger, here is my card. I represent the EWC and I am here to sign you to Super Show. Are you interested.
For a long time the man known as Pence Weatherlight knew the EWC was in turmoil, he knew it before he had been told by James Snyder that fateful night a month ago, he had known, and he had tried to die it out with alcohol. Hearing that EWC wanted him showed him that they were desperate, he remembered that he had to come to the main office of the EWC to get his contract signed, but now they were coming to him.
Pence: No thanks, I will pass, but thanks though. You can tell Mac to go shove it.
Without a further word Pence exited the gym, he didn't need this shit on the best day of his life. What he needed was good company and high spirits. The man in his suit pulled out a cellphone and repeated what Pence had said and nodded his head as he was reprimanded.
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Those who seek to know will never understand
*Current Day, Plane over the Pacific*
Stewardess: Would you like your pillow fluffed sir?
Pence: No thanks, I really don't understand the rules to first class so I think I will do just fine the way I am, but you look like you could use some time off. How about when we land I buy you some dinner and we talk about your career?
The stewardess blushed and nodded her head in acceptance. It wasn't every day that you were hit on by a superstar. She exited the First Class area and went back to coach, leaving Pence alone to gather his thoughts of what to say. He had not done this in a while, but Pence had the mentality that it was kinda like riding a bike, once you had done it once you were good for the rest of your life in that area.
Pence: I have a lot to say, but right now I'm kind of flabbergasted by the amount of shit that Level One can talk. He sure hasn't lost the ability to make someone yawn right in the middle of his long drawl that he calls an intelligent response, but who am I to judge, I was voted the most boring wrestler in EWC by Kid Cannabis. For sure things have changed since then, I'm a different man than when I was gracing the EWC, so different in fact that I have forgotten the past grudges I felt towards Level One, Kid Cannabis, and anyone else I may have had a rivalry with in the past. Right now all I feel is the need to return to the good favor of the fans and do what I should have done a long time ago. By now Level One has talked about every prediction of what I will say or how I will act, so no need to disappoint a man like him, no need to stray from his guide lines, and no need to catch him by surprise. After all, we can all assume by now with an ego the size of Level One's nobody and I mean nobody is worthy enough to wrestle him. I mean this is what it is all about for him, its all about power, and right now he is sitting on top of the God damn world playing footsy with God while wearing a championship belt. Not that it bothers me, things happen, people fuck up, and people get lucky. The sun can shine on a dog's ass once in a while as some would say.
There isn't much to say, I have no long drawn out explanation as to why I am worthy enough to take on Level One and that is because I have not earned this shot to fight him. I know it, Jeff knows it, and Level One knows it, the problem is, is that I just can't stop myself from feeling the need to prove myself to APW, to start out on a good note. So what if I don't deserve this shot or not I have to make the most of it, because when will an opportunity like this drop in my lap again? Probably never if the booking staff in this place is the same as EWC. You talk of the fact that to win in the EWC you had to be corrupt and in that retrospect you are right. They are corrupt and above all else...they are dead. You are 100% right on the money, I've been to EWC HQ, nobodies there, its dead on the inside, everything that once used to be in that building. The old flare, the essence of competition, and the most corrupt powers in the world are gone. There are no pictures of Level One in there, there are no pictures of me in there either. So does that necessarily mean anything. Don't get me wrong, I am all for a Shadow Man bashing, I am all for an end all be all solution to the issue of EWC, but this is taking it a bit extreme don't you think Level?
You have simply labeled a company like EWC corrupt because pictures of you are not on Mac's building's walls. Ridiculous, its not the fact that you thing the EWC is corrupt, no its your jealousy, you can never live down the fact that you were not the apple of the bosses eye, that was Shadow Man. You have gone over it day in and day out, you have related most of your recent promos to the EWC when you are so desperately trying to separate yourself from the company that is supposedly 'corrupt'. Not that I am against the fact that they are corrupt, but the way you make it sound doesn't come out as an intelligent thought, but rather is laced with jealousy and silent disapproval of the way things were ran in EWC. Then again, you left the EWC in a huff of smoke, in anger filled uproar, ripping a poster of the EWC insignia. Does that sound rational to you? Because to me it just seems like you are looking for somebody to blame for your inadequacy. But hey, lets look at what you have accomplished here instead of your personality, after all, nobody wants to hear about a spoiled rotten brat who didn't get whipped when he was a child because he wanted to apparently 'set things on fire', especially things that belonged to Mac or Shadowman.
You have won the big time over here on APW for the simple fact that competition is flat here, my proof is that you are fighting people like John Green and Jason Royce two men who can barely fill a small cup with witty sayings or true facts. Yet somehow you manage to keep your competitive edge. Somehow you manage to strike gold by beating this Lively fellow, who shortly after leaves the APW, where ever the fuck he is I don't know and I don't care. So now you are sitting here with a bunch of bungling idiots who want your championship belt and feeling like you have no challenge you mark off the two gentlemen and sit on your throne. However its not always that simple, to add to the tension load I appear. Something you didn't expect this begins to make you sweat and when you sweat you stop making sense and when you stop making sense you begin to talk in riddles and when you talk in riddles nobody gives a shit. In the end nobody cares. The people chant your name because they don't have enough time to memorize somebody else's name, plus they have nobody better to root for.
The fact that by now I'm going on an entire note that you didn't think was possible, must be speaking for itself. You see over the span of six months I have lost everything and gained everything, I don't need a belt to be happy, even though it would make me feel better. I have friends, I have fans, and maybe if I like this girl I've been talking to on the plane, I will have a new girlfriend? All in all, I am lucky to be alive. So before you attempt to understand a man who has had nothing and now everything get your head out of your ass and listen up, because I have had it about up to here with your false know how. Whatever Pence you know died in EWC along with the company. This is who I am now and this is who I intend to be. So for christ's sake lets just make this match good for everybody out there turning on their television looking for something interesting to watch, because I couldn't bare to see us ruin the show you are trying to pioneer. In the end Level One, I respect you. Why do I respect you? Its because of your die hard attitude, once you have made up your mind you do it. You go after something until finally there is nothing left to go after and because of that we are almost too similar. We may have started out differently to reach our goals, our life ambitions but both of us can recognize that we have both obtained them, you have gained respect, I have gained respect, and in the end that is all that matters, respect last forever and people will remember you for your actions, so make them count.
Don't let this darkness of the EWC consume your every thought, your every notion. Rise above it to become the champion that we both know you can be. I know you have lost years of your career but think of the years to come, not of the years that have passed, you are in APW now, not EWC, it is time to move on mate. It is time to look to a brighter tomorrow.
Announcer: Now landing in Honolulu. Please fasten your seat belts.
Pence: Take it easy Level One, I hope to get to know the man behind the Level, see you later bro.
Pence throws up a peace sign and reclines his chair while fastening his belt as the scene fades to black.
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(OOC: Sorry if this is horrible this is all I could do with what I had thought out.)
