Post by Nick Watson on May 6, 2009 23:28:27 GMT -4
Last Time on Pence's Enlightment...
Pence Weatherlight, the man who had once been part of the EWC quit after losing to Kid Cannabis because of personal reasons that he could not shake. One month later Pence is frequenting bars and drowning his sorrows in the bottom of a bottle trying to forget the night he let millions of fans around the world down and that would be the discussion of the majority of his bar stories. Always the ending of the story would change to match his personal feelings. Meanwhile James Snyder, the interviewer who had made his name off of Pence's career had been searching for him. Upon finding him James would try to get Pence to come back to wrestling, Pence would decline due to his sorrow and would tell James to tell the world that Pence Weatherlight was dead. James would storm out and Pence who now saw the light would decide to quit drinking and go to the ring again, but not in a wrestling type manner. Pence would return to the ring with an assortment of strengths that he had not had before in Pennsylvania Boxing. He would fight Jack Malone in a huge match for the World Title. Succeeding in beating Jack Malone, Pence was offered a contract with EWC by a recruiter, which when offered Pence would reply with a no and that Mac could shove the contract up his ass. Speeding ahead quickly to Pence's flight to Honolulu, Pence would discuss things with Level One before their big match at Overdrive, trying to tell him just how different he was compared to the image he was painting of him. Now the story continues....
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PENCE'S ENLIGHTENMENT PT 2
*Month 4*
The alarm sounded and for once in his life he didn't need the loud ringing noise that it gave off, for he had obtained no sleep that night. Getting out of bed, Pence would walk towards his bathroom where he would shave quickly, it had been months since he had shaved, and he was beginning to look like a lumberjack, the fact that he was wearing a button up long sleeved plaid shirt was not helping either though. He admired the job in the mirror before walking to the side of the bathroom with the shower, he would undress and quickly hop in and let out a yelp as the hot water hit his body, but then he would calm down and began to recite what he was going to say in his meeting with the EWC today. To tell the truth Pence didn't want to sign up with the likes of them, they didn't know how to set up an entertaining event to save their life, but the fans wanted him back, and right now they were the only ones interested in his talent. So without further ado or to bore the living hell out of anyone watching what was going on, the scene would speed ahead to Pence standing before the EWC not so official building in Pennsylvania. He would sigh and enter the building slowly, people knew who he was, hell they looked at him wide eyed as if he were a phantasm, something not of this world and seeking some sort of vengeance. Walking through the halls and not stopping to talk to the receptionist Pence would find himself infront of the double doors leading into the room that would be filled with recruiters trying to cut him a deal to become an EWC superstar again. How far he was from the actual truth will be assessed later on during the promo. As Pence entered into the room he was confronted by a rather plump man who would shake his hand and ask him to sit. Only two other people besides himself and the large man, who by the way had very greasy hands from the chicken he was eating. At least Pence hoped it was chicken.
The plump man would beckon for Pence to sit really close, but Pence was already grossed out, and rather disgusted at having shaked hands with the man's greasy hands. Sitting slowly down as far away as possible from the man he would give the best smile he could, it wasn't much, but it showed he was interested in the prospect of returning...well not really. The plump man spoke first, at first Pence thought the man would have a bass sort of voice that would shake the walls, but no he was surprised to find the man's voice rather squeaky, which nearly caused him to lose his composure and laugh on the spot.
Plump Man: Hello Pence, my name is Gregory and these are my associates, Bill and Dale. We work for EWC and are hoping to sign you. You called us earlier this week saying you were interested or was that not you?
Pence: Nope, all me. I saw that you guys needed superstars and I decided to show up and see if I could help you all out.
Gregory: Well that's good to hear. Recently we have been getting a lot of harassment from people pretending to be interested in our business, so you can understand our questioning.
Pence nodded and the man named Dale pulled out a sort of contract, which Pence could tell had been touched by the greasy handed pig sitting all the way on the other side of the table. Pence would grab the document after some amount of time and would begin reading over the contract slowly and then in one quick second stood up in anger at what he had read.
Pence: Wait a minute! You want me to job to Kid Cannabis at the next PPV and then...you just want me to be a secondary man for the rest of my career.
Gregory: Listen Pence. We just can't give you a great contract, the fact of the matter is we don't know when you will run off like you did last time. Your a liability at best, boy. The only reason you are here before us now is because we wanted to give you something, we didn't just want to say no to you like you did to Bill over there a month ago. No, we wanted to give you a chance on a sort of probationary contract until we saw that you were ready and willing to come back full time.
Pence: And what was that about making barely 30,000 a year in my contract?
Gregory: The econ...
Pence: Bullshit! I thought you had wanted to sign me as a mainstream superstar and give me title shots, but this is bullshit. I am a main eventer damnit! I'm not some second rate superstar to the jester of the EWC and don't you dare bring that bullshit up about the economy and money being tight! You sure as hell can pay Amy Rosen a large sum of money.
Gregory: Well that's different..
Pence: Like fuck it is! You know what...this was a mistake, no amount of fans can make me come back to you money grubbing, corrupt, boring assholes. Mark my words you will regret the day you let me walk away!
Pence stormed out of the conference room, he was insulted, and most of all he was hurt that they considered him the weak end of the stick. For crying out loud he had beaten some of the best in the business. Yet never did he see anything for it and this was the last straw. Pence would not be coming back to EWC, he had solidly decided on that. Walking out into the middle of the sidewalk outside Pence would flag for a taxi, but instead of a taxi, a limo would pull up. A man Pence had seen only once said the all too familiar words to him.
James: Get in.
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*Cafe*
The two men sat eating, it had been a long time since the two of them had socialized with each other, to tell the truth Pence had been avoiding seeing his old friend James for some time now, but now it seemed the man had done well for himself. A silk suit, a Rolex, and a pair of fancy shades made his friend look like an entirely different person to him. James took a bite of his T-Bone steak and smiled.
James: You weren't lieing, this is the best damn steak in Pennsylvania.
Pence: When I pick em, I pick em.
James: That you do, that you do...back to what I was saying earlier about APW. They are looking for new talent and recently they sent me a message to come find you, apparently they are interested in signing you to their show. When Jeff said he was going to send down a contractor, I cut him off and said I would handle it. He seemed to respect me knowing you enough to allow it. I have your contract right here. All you have to do is sign it and you are an APW superstar? You in?
Pence looked at the envelope in the middle of the table, it called to him and he longed to accept it. He knew the fans would be pleased if he decided to, but Pence's hand would not reach for the envelope, instead Pence shook his head, and spoke quietly.
Pence: To tell you the truth James, I am busy with other things. Like my boxing career for an example, from what I have heard Jeff is offering me a full time gig, and I don't want to let you, him, or the fans down. Instead I will continue doing my boxing until I get time for APW. Sorry, but I have to decline.
James: Understandable man, I'm pretty sure Jeff will understand too. You just don't want to gip him and I think that for sure will hit a cord with him.
The rest of lunch went smoothly with the two men talking of the past and laughing at some of the corny shit that they had said or done. Pence told James that he had stopped drinking and that he planned on keeping it that way. James gave him some congratulations for achieving such a feat. Afterward Pence was driven back to his home and the two old friends split ways once more. Pence smiled to himself as he entered into the living room of his house and turned on the television. APW was on.
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*Present day*
The beach is deserted save a few people who are admiring the sunset which is quite breath taking. One such man sits alone sipping on some coconut juice. He turns to the camera and then points out to the sun as it sets on what had been another great day of sight seeing.
Pence: As this sun sets, the sun rises half-way across the world, so in truth the sun never sets. This in particular is my favorite part of the day because this is the only time that you can see the sun for what it really is. A beautiful elegant piece of art just waiting to be captured by some painter or writer. Today none of these things are here, but I hope to capture it none the less with a victory over you Jason. I've decided to give my two cents out here on the beach sand with some coconut juice and the camera crew to keep me company. Hope you don't mind if I seem too relaxed, you don't need to worry your tiny little bitching head about it, I just find this to be the best atmosphere for one to think in. The seagulls chirp, the crashing of the powerful waves, and the sounds of the ocean are all simply put soothers. I need these soothers for stopping myself from just verbally making you the bitch of the APW, even though you already are the bitch of APW, it wouldn't be right for me to judge you when I haven't even worked with you. So let me make my introductions, because it seems you don't know who I am.
I am Pence Weatherlight a one time champion like yourself, I come from EWC just like Level One except I came from a better brand that had more competition on it. I have beaten people like Gladiator and Haven's Outlaw and for the most part am the only man in APW who can beat Level One. But then again, what would a dumb shit like yourself know about skill, you simply slap a name like Legacy infront of yours and run around shouting you will be the APW World Heavyweight Champion like a dog howling at the moon. Its too bad really, I see the potential of a great champion in you, but you allow your anger to simply explode and that gets the better of you, if you want proof you can go look at last Overdrive for evidence. I neither have the time or patience to talk of your rudeness towards the fans and myself and malcontent towards your position in the APW. I don't want to be out here all night, after all I hear the fucking bugs in this place can eat you alive. Anyways this morning when I woke up for my daily exercises I found myself to be slightly irate over your lack of respect for me, Level one, and the fans out there who tune into watch APW. As a man of the people I find you to be the most irritating son of a bitch I have ever had the privilege of meeting.
You whine and complain about how Level One doesn't respect you or the fact that you aren't number one contender yet, and yet as I keep looking at the facts its plainly obvious why you aren't a number one contender yet. Its the fact that you don't give a damn, you are only in it for the fame and not for the entertainment, do you not understand the basic formula of our line of work yet? A person puts out a large sum of money to come see the show, not because of the selfish pricks like yourself, but because of the people who actually give a rat's ass about them and not some stupid belt sitting on top of an underdeveloped almost feminine shoulder. They are more interested in seeing an intense match with two fighters giving it their all than a match with a whiny bitch running in and costing one of the fighters a victory. You see what happens when you do shit like that is people stop handing out money, knowing all too well that Jason Royce will run in and sabotage the match, thus ending a very important and quite entertaining match. But it doesn't end there, then there are pay cuts because less people are buying tickets and then promos start to get less awesome, because the cameras begin to break and slowly they are destroyed, the whole ring and backstage area becomes shitty with only the bare necessities, no massages, no hot tubs, no nothing. It gets worse though, then there are the lay offs, that's where they fire people like you to hire new talent for half of your already too high paycheck. Then you go on to become a prostitute, selling your body for a quick buck. Its happened before and no doubt it will happen to you if you don't fuckin shape up.
As for what you did last week's Overdrive to prove a point or some shit like that, all it did was make me realize how much of an insignificant worm. You sure accomplished something on Overdrive, you have pretty much handed me the right to intervene in your little competition and don't worry, I am going to take that shot because the only way to make you shut up is to crush your puny little skull and then rip you to shreds in the middle of an arena. So look out you little dick sucker, because on Wednesday night you are going to get the biggest thrashing of your life. As for now, I suppose I will finish my drink and then venture back to my hotel for some shut eye. I hope you lose entertaining because you sure as hell don't entertain when you win. Sweet dreams tard.
*The scene bursts to static*
