Post by Chris Madison on Jun 8, 2013 17:46:17 GMT -4
A familiar face in a familiar suit followed by a familiar cameraman is seen standing as tourists file by one after another. He wore the kind of cheap suit that would be sold in a set of three for a bargain price. He stood in front of the Bellagio water fountains, waiting rather impatiently. His nerves showed as he swayed from side to side and repeatedly looked down at a cheap silver wristwatch. Sweat dripped down his forehead like a leaky faucet from the dry desert heat.
"He said three o'clock right?" He questioned the cameraman while wiping the sweat away from his brows with his hand. The camera man simply nodded his head and continued to film.
"This couldn't be some kind of prank right? Everything checked out?"[/color] He asked, speaking a mile a minute.
The cameraman looked through his phone and pulled up his calendar showing a three o'clock appointment at the water fountains in front of the Bellagio hotel. "We're definitely in the right spot. Whether it's a hoax or not...does it really matter? We just got comped four nights in a suite at the Bellagio! Chris Madison or no Chris Madison, it's still a free trip!"[/i]
The cameraman offered up a valid point yet the interviewer still looked on anxiously at every passing person. "You know it's been a long five years trying to keep this wrestling news site up on the internet. I finally build up some connections and am able to find out where the top stars are going to be and of course this is my luck. Sentinel nearly chokes the life out of me while Talon steals your camera only to throw it at you, breaking it against the wall. And now this, stood up by Chris Madison! When it rains it pours."[/color] He placed his hand on his tie and began to loosen the knot. Frustrated he starts to rant to himself. "This stupid tie, this stupid jacket!"[/color The interviewer unbuttons the top button of his shirt and fights with his jacket while throwing it to the ground, stomping on it in a Ric Flair like tantrum causing vacationers to gather and look on.
"You know you looked a lot more professional before you decided to start going off the deep end"[/color] a voice stated with a sarcastic undertone.
The interviewer stopped dead in his tracks. He scanned the area completely disheveled. His shirt was untucked, sleeves rolled up, and his slicked back hair fell over his eyes. Finally the interviewer locked eyes with the source of that voice and his jaw dropped. "Holy shit it is Chris Madison!"[/color] He stuttered readjusting himself. "I mean I had wished this was real, apart of me thought I was being set up!"[/color]
Madison stood next to the interviewer with one hand on his shoulder. Covering his identity behind black Oakley shades, a black hooded Metallica sweatshirt with his hood up, and camouflage cargo shorts. "It's alright bud. Giving you a one on one interview is the least I can do seeing as APW refuses to do anything about keeping a leash on The Unforgiven. Horrible the way Sentinel and Talon treated a poor guy just doing his job."[/color]
The interviewer brushed his hair back with his hand while simply smiling and saying "thanks".[/color]
"What's your name again?"[/color] Madison questioned after removing his hand placing both into the front pocket of his sweatshirt.
"Josh...Josh Stanton"[/color] he profoundly stated while extending his hand.
Madison returned the gesture, "everything ok with the room I reserved for you guys?"[/color]
Both Josh and his cameraman nodded their heads in unison. "You sure you don't mind this interview?"[/color]
Madison smiled while lowering the hood off his head and taking the sunglasses off, shoving them into his sweatshirt pocket. "Like I said, it's the least I could do. So go ahead ask what you want."[/color]
He cleared his throat, rebuttoned his shirt, and tightened his tie. The cameraman gave him a thumbs up to assure that the camera was recording. "Well Chris Madison it has been almost seven years since you were last seen in the states...why return now."[/color]
"The timing was just right. There was nothing left for me in Japan and that fire that burns inside of me, that desire to compete still existed. I reached out to a long time friend, a guy I spent a lot of long nights traveling from show to show with and he painted a picture making APW seem like somewhere I belong. And now I am here."[/color]
"You are talking about Jason Kash right?"[/color] Madison only responded with a smirk and the interview continued. "Over the years you have earned a lot of monikers from King of Hardcore to the Human Highlight Reel. From Rated X to now Madman. Anyone who has followed your career can understand most, but how did you get the nickname Madman?"[/color]
Madison paused for a moment trying to think how the name stuck. "It was fairly early in my time in Japan. I was working a small time promotion and they were booking me in a series of matches against a real up and coming stud, Koji Takahashi, who was trained personally by both The Great Muta and Kenta Kobashi. It was only a matter of time before he took over the Japanese wrestling scene. We traded wins and losses back and forth until they booked me in a Japanese Death Match with him at their biggest show of the year. The ropes were replaced with barbed wire and I had tied his arms up by tangling them in between the second and third ropes of barbed wire. Helpless and on his knees I took a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire and beat him with it until the ref stopped the match. His body was limp and he was mangled beyond recognition. His face looked like chop meat. I don't know what came over me but I was like a man possessed. Over the years in Japan the story of that match and how I unmercifully took his career from him followed me everywhere I wrestled."[/color]
Shocked that a man who seems so laid back in person is capable of such brutality, Josh stood at a loss for words. "I assume it was hard to find work over there after that?"[/color]
"Not at all"[/color] Madison explained shaking his head slightly from side to side. "The fans in Japan have a passion for professional wrestling that can not be explained. Sure guys refused to work death matches with me but to the fans I became a commodity. Promoters wanted me on their shows. They new I would push the boundaries and it was always exciting."[/color]
"And after sevens year you return to the U.S., to the APW, instantly butting heads with the Unforgiven. Why? Why the Unforgiven?"[/color]
Madison rubbed the five o'clock shadow on his cheek creating that scratching sound. "It's really nothing personal against them. I'm sure they're good guys. I just don't buy into this whole invincible, bringer of pain personas they have. The APW is spoon feeding these guys to make them look indestructible as a team. And I'm not the kind of guy to sit by hold my tongue. There is no honor there. There is no pride in destroying a couple of nobody's. Brian Hollywood, Demarvelous, and Alex Bankmanship are guys who aren't ready for the big leagues. Their matches proved that. I just don't see a reason to brag about those victories."[/color]
Josh countered with, "Well any victory is a victory worth bragging over".[/color]
"Depends on your own goals. If you hold a flawless win loss record as the ultimate goal then sure. Run your mouths off about the prominent difference in ability between you and your opponents. To me those are just numbers in a book that get filed away in some stuffy office filled with people who don't know the sweat, blood, and tears that get put into this business. The only thing I car about is knowing that I am facing the best night in and night out. That's my drive. Right now Meltdown is building these guys to be the future of tag team wrestling. My goal is to disprove that!"[/color]
With a shit eating grin on his face Josh asked one final question, "Where is this new feud going to go? Where does it end?"[/color]
"I don't know if I would label this a feud just yet. But if you must I would say it ends when I expose the truth. When the Unforgiven is shown as they really are; just your run of the mill tag team. There is nothing special about these guys. Anyone who buys into this indestructible facade is as simple minded as that big oaf Sentinel!"[/color] Madison exclaimed with a bit more intensity in his voice. "Guys like Zachariah Blood and Sentinel are a dime a dozen. Same boring gothic woe is me characters. Same boring 'we are your destroyers' rants. A flash in the pan which will turn into a sizzle by the time their careers end. Guys like them never stand the test of time."[/color]
Josh stood there in a moment of euphoria. He motioned for the camera man to cut off the video by waving his hand across his throat in one fluent motion. "Chris I don't think I could say thanks enough."[/color]
With an extension of his arm the to men shake hands. "No thanks needed. Better than the interview you would have had last week. This should be a nice feature on your internet dirt sheet."[/color]
"One hundred times over."[/color] Josh responded while breaking their embrace.
"Before you leave I have one more thing for you."[/color] Madison reached into his pocket and fished out a business card. Holding it between his index and middle finger he extended it towards Josh who grabbed it from his grasp. "My personal lawyer. The best money can buy. I already told him to expect you. He should be able to get you some retribution of damages for the camera and pain and suffering from that choke he had you in. Guy is lucky you're not pressing assault charges."[/color]
"I couldn't..."[/color] Josh respectfully declined.
"No, you can. No reason for you to be treated the way you guys were. Two guys just doing their job. You weren't being overly aggressive. You weren't pressing the issue, crossing boundaries. He's got his panties in a bunch and thinks he is holier than thou and you are beneath him."[/color] The two men shake hands one more time before Josh and his cameraman leave. The two men can be heard giggling and whispering to one another as they leave. Madison is left alone standing in front of the water fountains with his back towards the APW camera crew.
"You know for a man who does all his speaking in the ring with his fists and boots as Talon so elegantly put it, you must be a pretty soft spoken guy. Meltdown has come a gone and while I seemed to strike a nerve with you boys by running my mouth you sure weren't able to make me eat my words. In what was a proverbial handicap match I took the best you boys had and continued to fight on...just like I said I would. My only downfall was tagging in that klutz Brian Hollywood. Bravo for taking advantage of his inexperience. I can't sit here and say I wouldn't do the same. You guys got another win at the expense of another poor excuse for a professional wrestler. That massive ego you guys have can continue to grow for another week..."
"Little miss Talon, I must have struck a nerve with you at some point last week because you sure had quite a lot to say. And then on top of that you threw a bit of a hissy fit. Kind of hypocritical of you though. The four of you clowns seem to be so unhappy with me running my mouth and then in turn you rant and rave about my arrogance and how mighty of warriors you are, with a purpose to only destroy. But what gives you the right to brag about excellence and superiority? Perhaps before you open your mouths you should look in the mirror. Before complaining about my brash personality, learn a little humility of your own. I warned you guys that I had a mouth and I have been known to get under peoples skin. Check and check! So much so that you had to destroy some poor guys camera. This is apart of the game hun. Public relations is what separates the top companies. You want to be covered, you want a good relationship with the press if a company is going to succeed. Having talent attack the press is not good for business."[/color]
Madison turns around, facing the camera he pauses for a moment while scratching the top of his head. "I'm surprised miss Sienna Harrison granted this match to me. I thought for sure she would be too afraid to have her hired gun go up against someone who can actually handle himself inside that ring. I can tell you got a little tweaked when I put your partnership with the general manager on blast. You're right it would be hazardous to your careers if everyone in that locker room caught wind of your squash matches being scheduled week after week. Targets on your backs, the dirty looks as you walk the hallways, the whispers you hear as you pass, It's all going to start getting into your head. Are they buying it? Are they feeding into the madness Chris Madison is trying to create? Can the truth be madness? I may be known to stir the pot, but there is always a pinch of truth mixed in. Sure, you worry about special stipulations and clauses in your contracts causing a strife, and yet there is a special clause in your contract stating the big guy doesn't have to speak to anyone...Seems like a legit gripe."
"What you'll come to realize is that I'm that thorn in your side that won't go away. I'm that itch in your back that is oh so annoying but you just can't reach. I will take my bumps and bruises and continue to stand up. I will stand up again and again until you just tire out. You can flex your muscles and intimidate those who can't defend themselves. They might stumble and stutter over their words in fear. But not me. I'm not intimidated by the likes of you and until all this is through between Chris Madison and the Unforgiven I will be in your face, I will be loud, I will be arrogant. I will be everything you hate in professional wrestling!"
Madison puts his hood back on his head and digs out his sunglasses as he walks away...
"He said three o'clock right?" He questioned the cameraman while wiping the sweat away from his brows with his hand. The camera man simply nodded his head and continued to film.
"This couldn't be some kind of prank right? Everything checked out?"[/color] He asked, speaking a mile a minute.
The cameraman looked through his phone and pulled up his calendar showing a three o'clock appointment at the water fountains in front of the Bellagio hotel. "We're definitely in the right spot. Whether it's a hoax or not...does it really matter? We just got comped four nights in a suite at the Bellagio! Chris Madison or no Chris Madison, it's still a free trip!"[/i]
The cameraman offered up a valid point yet the interviewer still looked on anxiously at every passing person. "You know it's been a long five years trying to keep this wrestling news site up on the internet. I finally build up some connections and am able to find out where the top stars are going to be and of course this is my luck. Sentinel nearly chokes the life out of me while Talon steals your camera only to throw it at you, breaking it against the wall. And now this, stood up by Chris Madison! When it rains it pours."[/color] He placed his hand on his tie and began to loosen the knot. Frustrated he starts to rant to himself. "This stupid tie, this stupid jacket!"[/color The interviewer unbuttons the top button of his shirt and fights with his jacket while throwing it to the ground, stomping on it in a Ric Flair like tantrum causing vacationers to gather and look on.
"You know you looked a lot more professional before you decided to start going off the deep end"[/color] a voice stated with a sarcastic undertone.
The interviewer stopped dead in his tracks. He scanned the area completely disheveled. His shirt was untucked, sleeves rolled up, and his slicked back hair fell over his eyes. Finally the interviewer locked eyes with the source of that voice and his jaw dropped. "Holy shit it is Chris Madison!"[/color] He stuttered readjusting himself. "I mean I had wished this was real, apart of me thought I was being set up!"[/color]
Madison stood next to the interviewer with one hand on his shoulder. Covering his identity behind black Oakley shades, a black hooded Metallica sweatshirt with his hood up, and camouflage cargo shorts. "It's alright bud. Giving you a one on one interview is the least I can do seeing as APW refuses to do anything about keeping a leash on The Unforgiven. Horrible the way Sentinel and Talon treated a poor guy just doing his job."[/color]
The interviewer brushed his hair back with his hand while simply smiling and saying "thanks".[/color]
"What's your name again?"[/color] Madison questioned after removing his hand placing both into the front pocket of his sweatshirt.
"Josh...Josh Stanton"[/color] he profoundly stated while extending his hand.
Madison returned the gesture, "everything ok with the room I reserved for you guys?"[/color]
Both Josh and his cameraman nodded their heads in unison. "You sure you don't mind this interview?"[/color]
Madison smiled while lowering the hood off his head and taking the sunglasses off, shoving them into his sweatshirt pocket. "Like I said, it's the least I could do. So go ahead ask what you want."[/color]
He cleared his throat, rebuttoned his shirt, and tightened his tie. The cameraman gave him a thumbs up to assure that the camera was recording. "Well Chris Madison it has been almost seven years since you were last seen in the states...why return now."[/color]
"The timing was just right. There was nothing left for me in Japan and that fire that burns inside of me, that desire to compete still existed. I reached out to a long time friend, a guy I spent a lot of long nights traveling from show to show with and he painted a picture making APW seem like somewhere I belong. And now I am here."[/color]
"You are talking about Jason Kash right?"[/color] Madison only responded with a smirk and the interview continued. "Over the years you have earned a lot of monikers from King of Hardcore to the Human Highlight Reel. From Rated X to now Madman. Anyone who has followed your career can understand most, but how did you get the nickname Madman?"[/color]
Madison paused for a moment trying to think how the name stuck. "It was fairly early in my time in Japan. I was working a small time promotion and they were booking me in a series of matches against a real up and coming stud, Koji Takahashi, who was trained personally by both The Great Muta and Kenta Kobashi. It was only a matter of time before he took over the Japanese wrestling scene. We traded wins and losses back and forth until they booked me in a Japanese Death Match with him at their biggest show of the year. The ropes were replaced with barbed wire and I had tied his arms up by tangling them in between the second and third ropes of barbed wire. Helpless and on his knees I took a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire and beat him with it until the ref stopped the match. His body was limp and he was mangled beyond recognition. His face looked like chop meat. I don't know what came over me but I was like a man possessed. Over the years in Japan the story of that match and how I unmercifully took his career from him followed me everywhere I wrestled."[/color]
Shocked that a man who seems so laid back in person is capable of such brutality, Josh stood at a loss for words. "I assume it was hard to find work over there after that?"[/color]
"Not at all"[/color] Madison explained shaking his head slightly from side to side. "The fans in Japan have a passion for professional wrestling that can not be explained. Sure guys refused to work death matches with me but to the fans I became a commodity. Promoters wanted me on their shows. They new I would push the boundaries and it was always exciting."[/color]
"And after sevens year you return to the U.S., to the APW, instantly butting heads with the Unforgiven. Why? Why the Unforgiven?"[/color]
Madison rubbed the five o'clock shadow on his cheek creating that scratching sound. "It's really nothing personal against them. I'm sure they're good guys. I just don't buy into this whole invincible, bringer of pain personas they have. The APW is spoon feeding these guys to make them look indestructible as a team. And I'm not the kind of guy to sit by hold my tongue. There is no honor there. There is no pride in destroying a couple of nobody's. Brian Hollywood, Demarvelous, and Alex Bankmanship are guys who aren't ready for the big leagues. Their matches proved that. I just don't see a reason to brag about those victories."[/color]
Josh countered with, "Well any victory is a victory worth bragging over".[/color]
"Depends on your own goals. If you hold a flawless win loss record as the ultimate goal then sure. Run your mouths off about the prominent difference in ability between you and your opponents. To me those are just numbers in a book that get filed away in some stuffy office filled with people who don't know the sweat, blood, and tears that get put into this business. The only thing I car about is knowing that I am facing the best night in and night out. That's my drive. Right now Meltdown is building these guys to be the future of tag team wrestling. My goal is to disprove that!"[/color]
With a shit eating grin on his face Josh asked one final question, "Where is this new feud going to go? Where does it end?"[/color]
"I don't know if I would label this a feud just yet. But if you must I would say it ends when I expose the truth. When the Unforgiven is shown as they really are; just your run of the mill tag team. There is nothing special about these guys. Anyone who buys into this indestructible facade is as simple minded as that big oaf Sentinel!"[/color] Madison exclaimed with a bit more intensity in his voice. "Guys like Zachariah Blood and Sentinel are a dime a dozen. Same boring gothic woe is me characters. Same boring 'we are your destroyers' rants. A flash in the pan which will turn into a sizzle by the time their careers end. Guys like them never stand the test of time."[/color]
Josh stood there in a moment of euphoria. He motioned for the camera man to cut off the video by waving his hand across his throat in one fluent motion. "Chris I don't think I could say thanks enough."[/color]
With an extension of his arm the to men shake hands. "No thanks needed. Better than the interview you would have had last week. This should be a nice feature on your internet dirt sheet."[/color]
"One hundred times over."[/color] Josh responded while breaking their embrace.
"Before you leave I have one more thing for you."[/color] Madison reached into his pocket and fished out a business card. Holding it between his index and middle finger he extended it towards Josh who grabbed it from his grasp. "My personal lawyer. The best money can buy. I already told him to expect you. He should be able to get you some retribution of damages for the camera and pain and suffering from that choke he had you in. Guy is lucky you're not pressing assault charges."[/color]
"I couldn't..."[/color] Josh respectfully declined.
"No, you can. No reason for you to be treated the way you guys were. Two guys just doing their job. You weren't being overly aggressive. You weren't pressing the issue, crossing boundaries. He's got his panties in a bunch and thinks he is holier than thou and you are beneath him."[/color] The two men shake hands one more time before Josh and his cameraman leave. The two men can be heard giggling and whispering to one another as they leave. Madison is left alone standing in front of the water fountains with his back towards the APW camera crew.
"You know for a man who does all his speaking in the ring with his fists and boots as Talon so elegantly put it, you must be a pretty soft spoken guy. Meltdown has come a gone and while I seemed to strike a nerve with you boys by running my mouth you sure weren't able to make me eat my words. In what was a proverbial handicap match I took the best you boys had and continued to fight on...just like I said I would. My only downfall was tagging in that klutz Brian Hollywood. Bravo for taking advantage of his inexperience. I can't sit here and say I wouldn't do the same. You guys got another win at the expense of another poor excuse for a professional wrestler. That massive ego you guys have can continue to grow for another week..."
"Little miss Talon, I must have struck a nerve with you at some point last week because you sure had quite a lot to say. And then on top of that you threw a bit of a hissy fit. Kind of hypocritical of you though. The four of you clowns seem to be so unhappy with me running my mouth and then in turn you rant and rave about my arrogance and how mighty of warriors you are, with a purpose to only destroy. But what gives you the right to brag about excellence and superiority? Perhaps before you open your mouths you should look in the mirror. Before complaining about my brash personality, learn a little humility of your own. I warned you guys that I had a mouth and I have been known to get under peoples skin. Check and check! So much so that you had to destroy some poor guys camera. This is apart of the game hun. Public relations is what separates the top companies. You want to be covered, you want a good relationship with the press if a company is going to succeed. Having talent attack the press is not good for business."[/color]
Madison turns around, facing the camera he pauses for a moment while scratching the top of his head. "I'm surprised miss Sienna Harrison granted this match to me. I thought for sure she would be too afraid to have her hired gun go up against someone who can actually handle himself inside that ring. I can tell you got a little tweaked when I put your partnership with the general manager on blast. You're right it would be hazardous to your careers if everyone in that locker room caught wind of your squash matches being scheduled week after week. Targets on your backs, the dirty looks as you walk the hallways, the whispers you hear as you pass, It's all going to start getting into your head. Are they buying it? Are they feeding into the madness Chris Madison is trying to create? Can the truth be madness? I may be known to stir the pot, but there is always a pinch of truth mixed in. Sure, you worry about special stipulations and clauses in your contracts causing a strife, and yet there is a special clause in your contract stating the big guy doesn't have to speak to anyone...Seems like a legit gripe."
"What you'll come to realize is that I'm that thorn in your side that won't go away. I'm that itch in your back that is oh so annoying but you just can't reach. I will take my bumps and bruises and continue to stand up. I will stand up again and again until you just tire out. You can flex your muscles and intimidate those who can't defend themselves. They might stumble and stutter over their words in fear. But not me. I'm not intimidated by the likes of you and until all this is through between Chris Madison and the Unforgiven I will be in your face, I will be loud, I will be arrogant. I will be everything you hate in professional wrestling!"
Madison puts his hood back on his head and digs out his sunglasses as he walks away...
