Post by Chris Madison on Jun 24, 2013 9:37:20 GMT -4
Ring Ring
The bell above the front door swung open alerting the staff of customers popping into this mom and pop diner. Frankie Harrison sat at a table in the corner with a birds eye view of the entrance way. With every ring of the bell Frank shot his head up to get a view of the patrons walking in. With a white porcelain mug filled with black coffee in front of him he peered down to his cell phone which was placed on the table.
Ring Ring
Frank looks up again and lets out a disappointing sigh. The waitress approached the table with a plastic smile on her face. She was worn down, in her mid thirties with her uniform disorderly and an apron covered in coffee stains. She chewed gum like a cow and held her receipt pad in her hand. "Still waiting for one more?"
Frank responded with a smile and a head nod sending her away. He took a sip from his coffee before looking down at the time on his cell phone again. His leg shook uncontrollably beneath the table, out of sight. With a swipe of his finger he unlocked the front screen and quickly went through his contacts, opening the one for Chris Madison. His finger hovered over the button showing mobile and the cell phone number. Before pressing it his attention was grabbed one more time.
Ring Ring
Chris Madison entered the homey coffee shop unnoticed by most. He wore black hood draped over his head from his sweat shirt layered by a denim jacket that had its sleeves cut off creating a vest and a black pair of sunglasses to hide behind. Frank made a motion with his head to alert Chris of where he was sitting. Madison strolled over to the booth and plopped down opposite his long time friend. The waitress showed a little more pep in her step, attracted by the bad boy image Chris carries, scurrying quickly while fixing her hair and taking down a button to her blouse, "Can I start you with something to drink while you look over our menu"?
Madison dropped the shades down to the bridge of his nose and looked over the waitress with a flirtatious glare. "I'll have a coffee, black..."
She giggled and quickly told Chris, "I'll be right back with that".
The waitress struts away with a sway of her hips in every step, one foot in front of the other. Madison peers behind him and watches every subtle yet seductive move. "I bet she's a freak in the sack" he muttered amongst friends. "Probably has issues though. Has that worn down single mom look. Working three jobs just to make ends meet. Maybe I'll see what she's doing after her shift."
Frankie shook his head before reminding Chris that his ex-girlfriend was still lurking around. "Are you forgetting Kiyomi is back at the hotel? She was up all night waiting for you. I know because she called me every half hour to see if I have heard from you" he explained while placing his hand over his mouth to cover a yawn. "I don't know if I even got a solid hour of sleep last night."
"Yeah you look shot!" Madison laughed at his friends expense. "You're the one who brought her here after I left her in Osaka."
"Which I still don't regret." Madison looked bored knowing the lecture that was about to follow. "I still think you should consider your options. Just because you rolled up Sentinel and got the win doesn't mean your body will hold up. I don't care who you align yourself with. If it's time, it's time."
Madison wiped the grin from his face. "My body will hold up. If that was a legit concern then I would have never made it in Japan as long as I did. My first two matches were just a mere speed bump. Nothing to freak out about."
Frankie took a long sip of his coffee and placed the white porcelain mug back down on the table in front of him. "Chris I have never seen you take defeats like that. Zachariah and Sentinel are of a different class than you're used to. Just getting a win over them should be enough to move on."
"Oh I'm not done with them." Chris said with a smile from ear to ear. "Sentinel has earned my respect. That man is a true warrior. A man I would pride myself in going to battle with on any given night. But his little lackey...That's a horse of a different color. Me and Zacky boy have some unfinished business that I fully plan on wrapping up in the not so distant future."
Madison is cut short by the returning waitress. She places the coffee down in front of Chris and continues to flash that infectious smile and pauses briefly with her breasts right in Madison's face. She stands fully upright and holds her pen and pad out. "What can I get you boys to eat?"
Madison looked at the menu up and down and muttered "Farmers omelet."
"I'll have the same." Frankie quickly uttered while handing his menu to the waitress. She strolled away as the two continued their conversation.
"I don't care who Sienna puts me against. The Unforgiven will not just slide by into shadows with out us finishing what we started." Madison paused for a moment to take a sip from his coffee. "It's a whole new ball game when I have the support that I can trust night after night. Brian Hollywood had no business being in the ring with me or the Unforgiven. Kid is better off working on the ring. At least then no one will have to explain to his family why he is eating through a feeding tube."
"Come on Chris, He's not that bad." Frankie tried to argue. "He was at least good enough to help you get that win."
Chris' eye brows raised and his smirk moved to the right side of his face. "Please..." He laughed off the notion. "I won that match. They had him beat. I got the W for us. It's only a matter of time until he gets someone hurt out there."
The conversation is cut short from the vibration of Frankie's cell phone which sat on the table top. He looked down at the phone and saw the name Kiyomi displayed on the screen. He let out a sigh of disbelief and glared at Madison. "This is your girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend. Whatever you feel like labeling her as."
With a sly smile Madison leaned back and placed both hand on top of his head with his fingers interlaced between one another. "She's your headache. You brought her here as an ace up your sleeve. Now it's backfiring. I'm not dealing with it."
He let out a grunt before bring the phone up to his ear. A high pitched voice can be heard but not enough to make out what was being said. Frankie's jaw lowered further with every frantic word. Finally the silence on his end was broken with a reassuring, "I'll be right there." He stood up quickly and placed one hand over his mouth in a state of disbelief. Madison watched on but with a carefree demeanor. "She slit her wrists...EMT's are taking her to the hospital right now."
Madison looked confused. There was an inner struggle going on. Morally he knew what was right but he couldn't commit to the idea of running to her side. As he fought with the idea of running to her aide he opened his mouth and simply said, "keep me updated."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" He shouted while slamming his fist to the table. The outburst caught the attention of the patrons in the immediate area. As quick as they were distracted they return their attention back to their plates. "She's crying out for help and all you can do is think of yourself! Stop being so damn selfish!"
Madison sipped on his coffee, completely unphased by the strong showing of emotion. He placed the mug back down and looked up at Frankie. "If this is an outcry for help, oblige her. You brought this on her. She didn't cut herself when I left her in Japan. She cut herself because you brought her here to face me. Fuck man, she probably realized you were just trying to use her for your own personal gain. I don't know why the sudden crusade to get me to retire. I ain't going anywhere except Miami, flight first thing in the morning."
Frankie shuffled his way to the exit door in a zombie like trance. Shocked by the insensitivity Madison showed to the situation, he left without even paying his part of the bill.
Ring Ring
Madison watched through the clear glass window as Morrison picked up the pace and ran to his car. With his attention turned to his friend the waitress had snuck up on him with food in hand. She placed both plates onto the table and simply asked "in a rush somewhere?"
"Yeah, something like that" Madison replied while turning his attention to the waitress. "You can take his back. Don't worry though I'll cover his part of the bill" Madison explained, reassuring the waitress she wasn't getting stiffed.
The waitress picked up the plate to return it to the kitchen. Madison looked at peace sitting alone with only the camera in front of him.
"I truly consider myself a lucky man. I can count on both hands the number of opportunities I've had in this industry to leave a permanent impression. It's almost as if I have had nine lives through out my career. I've been blessed with never suffering a severe injury. Everywhere I go I have left people craving for more. Not everyone is so lucky. Guys scratch and claw to just get one shot, one chance at immortality."
"It's kind of ironic. In the shadows of one of the greatest basketball teams in the history of the NBA, the Miami Heat, a new team is seen in action for the first time ready to leave a lasting impression on the APW. The Black Hand comes to the APW to right all the wrongs this company allows night in and night out. The loose structure within this company allows for general managers and wrestlers alike to run rampant without penalty. When I came to APW there were a few familiar faces from my past, One that wasted no time catching up, Tommy Knox. Caught me off guard to be honest. We had a very brief history with one another. Long enough to leave a lasting impression I suppose. Once I walked through those doors, he was quick with a greeting. He told me about his plans and ambitions. We discussed ideologies and not too surprisingly we shared the same outlook on this business. Once the idea of The Black Hand was pitched to me it was hard to turn away."
"For too long this industry has suffered from a plague. Companies like APW have been run to the ground because of stiffs in suits force feeding a product to fans, albeit entertaining, not always productive. They have thrown guys out there who should have been resting in a hospital bed instead of standing in the squared circle. Promoter after promoter has buried their companies because of one thing, greed! The all mighty dollar has always been what it was about. Guys have had their careers cut short so someone else can fill their pockets! With the Black Hand, not anymore. No longer will we stand by while upper management takes advantage of their staff. We take care of our own and refuse to allow the authority to control our destinies."
"It starts at Test for The Best with Knox putting Gooch in his place and continues the following night in Miami. Niobe and I are going to run a muck on Meltdown. We are going to have Sienna's head spinning week after week. It's time to add just a pinch of chaos to the mix and watch the world as it turns on itself. It's amazing when you show the fans just a little anarchy, you really can cause quite the uproar!"
"Is it surprising that Sienna's huge creative push for Meltdown is to once again put two newer faces together as an impromptu tag team? Wyatt Crash and Mr. Enigma, two guys who have never even dressed in the same locker room put together for your pure enjoyment. Tag team wrestling really requires a bit of trust in your partner to be successful. Without that trust its hard to keep up. Really puts guys in a vulnerable position, I would know. I was witness to such genius first hand. Right, a month ago with Brian Hollywood and I. Bravo Sienna, you are really running one hell of a show. Keeping everyone on their toes. This is about edgy and innovative as I have ever seen. Just because Two guys have impressive debuts doesn't mean they will mesh well in the ring"
"Crash I respect your attitude. A bit foolish, but I respect it. We share a belief in honor for this industry. Like you I love the competition that comes with wrestling but we differ in what drives that desire for competition. While you have this love for the fans, and for this company. I do it for myself, and those I consider friends. Sure it comes off as selfish but when you have been around for as long as I have you will learn the truth about those people. They don't care about you. If you broke your neck next week I promise they wouldn't miss you. Sienna Harrison would just fill your spot with the next up and coming baby face who declares his allegiance to the fans. You'd be a mere memory with nothing to show for it. That warrior's code we live by is honorable, but keep in mind, you are whats most important. You are top priority. When you lose sight of that, your time is numbered."
"Those boots you fill are replaceable, just like mine. A bit of advice, enjoy your time here. Don't take it for granted because in the blink of an eye it can be taken away from you. Once the fans get sick of you and there is a new flash in the pan you'll be questioning yourself and if it was all worth it. Trust me it was. But then you'll be faced with a dilemma. Go against your beliefs or fade into the night. That's when your eyes will be opened to the truth. The ugly truths that are professional wrestling. The truth that you are just a man in wrestling tights and boots. You are nothing special to these people or those who run this place. You are the same cardboard cut out as the next guy waiting for his chance."
"Mr. Enigma, you are something different. You come with great hype an already have shown that you can back it up! I don't really know how you play into this whimsical pairing being thrown at me. I can tell there is a little bit of an anarchist inside of you. You have a rebellious soul, you won't conform to what they want and it's admirable. Like I had said my goals with the Black Hand is more focused to those who dictate things around here. I have no personal agenda against you or Wyatt. It just happens to be you two put forth in front of me as an hurdle. Sienna doesn't want to deal with us. So she will dig deep and try any combo out there to try and slow us down!"
"It's useless. Things have been put into motion already. We are not alone. There are more of us out there and you can't stop us from exposing the injustices that take place day after day in this company. Before too long you will all understand the Black Hand."
"We do what we want, we say what we want, we fight when we want. Anyone who has any gripes about it...Fuck You!"
Fade to black...
The bell above the front door swung open alerting the staff of customers popping into this mom and pop diner. Frankie Harrison sat at a table in the corner with a birds eye view of the entrance way. With every ring of the bell Frank shot his head up to get a view of the patrons walking in. With a white porcelain mug filled with black coffee in front of him he peered down to his cell phone which was placed on the table.
Ring Ring
Frank looks up again and lets out a disappointing sigh. The waitress approached the table with a plastic smile on her face. She was worn down, in her mid thirties with her uniform disorderly and an apron covered in coffee stains. She chewed gum like a cow and held her receipt pad in her hand. "Still waiting for one more?"
Frank responded with a smile and a head nod sending her away. He took a sip from his coffee before looking down at the time on his cell phone again. His leg shook uncontrollably beneath the table, out of sight. With a swipe of his finger he unlocked the front screen and quickly went through his contacts, opening the one for Chris Madison. His finger hovered over the button showing mobile and the cell phone number. Before pressing it his attention was grabbed one more time.
Ring Ring
Chris Madison entered the homey coffee shop unnoticed by most. He wore black hood draped over his head from his sweat shirt layered by a denim jacket that had its sleeves cut off creating a vest and a black pair of sunglasses to hide behind. Frank made a motion with his head to alert Chris of where he was sitting. Madison strolled over to the booth and plopped down opposite his long time friend. The waitress showed a little more pep in her step, attracted by the bad boy image Chris carries, scurrying quickly while fixing her hair and taking down a button to her blouse, "Can I start you with something to drink while you look over our menu"?
Madison dropped the shades down to the bridge of his nose and looked over the waitress with a flirtatious glare. "I'll have a coffee, black..."
She giggled and quickly told Chris, "I'll be right back with that".
The waitress struts away with a sway of her hips in every step, one foot in front of the other. Madison peers behind him and watches every subtle yet seductive move. "I bet she's a freak in the sack" he muttered amongst friends. "Probably has issues though. Has that worn down single mom look. Working three jobs just to make ends meet. Maybe I'll see what she's doing after her shift."
Frankie shook his head before reminding Chris that his ex-girlfriend was still lurking around. "Are you forgetting Kiyomi is back at the hotel? She was up all night waiting for you. I know because she called me every half hour to see if I have heard from you" he explained while placing his hand over his mouth to cover a yawn. "I don't know if I even got a solid hour of sleep last night."
"Yeah you look shot!" Madison laughed at his friends expense. "You're the one who brought her here after I left her in Osaka."
"Which I still don't regret." Madison looked bored knowing the lecture that was about to follow. "I still think you should consider your options. Just because you rolled up Sentinel and got the win doesn't mean your body will hold up. I don't care who you align yourself with. If it's time, it's time."
Madison wiped the grin from his face. "My body will hold up. If that was a legit concern then I would have never made it in Japan as long as I did. My first two matches were just a mere speed bump. Nothing to freak out about."
Frankie took a long sip of his coffee and placed the white porcelain mug back down on the table in front of him. "Chris I have never seen you take defeats like that. Zachariah and Sentinel are of a different class than you're used to. Just getting a win over them should be enough to move on."
"Oh I'm not done with them." Chris said with a smile from ear to ear. "Sentinel has earned my respect. That man is a true warrior. A man I would pride myself in going to battle with on any given night. But his little lackey...That's a horse of a different color. Me and Zacky boy have some unfinished business that I fully plan on wrapping up in the not so distant future."
Madison is cut short by the returning waitress. She places the coffee down in front of Chris and continues to flash that infectious smile and pauses briefly with her breasts right in Madison's face. She stands fully upright and holds her pen and pad out. "What can I get you boys to eat?"
Madison looked at the menu up and down and muttered "Farmers omelet."
"I'll have the same." Frankie quickly uttered while handing his menu to the waitress. She strolled away as the two continued their conversation.
"I don't care who Sienna puts me against. The Unforgiven will not just slide by into shadows with out us finishing what we started." Madison paused for a moment to take a sip from his coffee. "It's a whole new ball game when I have the support that I can trust night after night. Brian Hollywood had no business being in the ring with me or the Unforgiven. Kid is better off working on the ring. At least then no one will have to explain to his family why he is eating through a feeding tube."
"Come on Chris, He's not that bad." Frankie tried to argue. "He was at least good enough to help you get that win."
Chris' eye brows raised and his smirk moved to the right side of his face. "Please..." He laughed off the notion. "I won that match. They had him beat. I got the W for us. It's only a matter of time until he gets someone hurt out there."
The conversation is cut short from the vibration of Frankie's cell phone which sat on the table top. He looked down at the phone and saw the name Kiyomi displayed on the screen. He let out a sigh of disbelief and glared at Madison. "This is your girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend. Whatever you feel like labeling her as."
With a sly smile Madison leaned back and placed both hand on top of his head with his fingers interlaced between one another. "She's your headache. You brought her here as an ace up your sleeve. Now it's backfiring. I'm not dealing with it."
He let out a grunt before bring the phone up to his ear. A high pitched voice can be heard but not enough to make out what was being said. Frankie's jaw lowered further with every frantic word. Finally the silence on his end was broken with a reassuring, "I'll be right there." He stood up quickly and placed one hand over his mouth in a state of disbelief. Madison watched on but with a carefree demeanor. "She slit her wrists...EMT's are taking her to the hospital right now."
Madison looked confused. There was an inner struggle going on. Morally he knew what was right but he couldn't commit to the idea of running to her side. As he fought with the idea of running to her aide he opened his mouth and simply said, "keep me updated."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" He shouted while slamming his fist to the table. The outburst caught the attention of the patrons in the immediate area. As quick as they were distracted they return their attention back to their plates. "She's crying out for help and all you can do is think of yourself! Stop being so damn selfish!"
Madison sipped on his coffee, completely unphased by the strong showing of emotion. He placed the mug back down and looked up at Frankie. "If this is an outcry for help, oblige her. You brought this on her. She didn't cut herself when I left her in Japan. She cut herself because you brought her here to face me. Fuck man, she probably realized you were just trying to use her for your own personal gain. I don't know why the sudden crusade to get me to retire. I ain't going anywhere except Miami, flight first thing in the morning."
Frankie shuffled his way to the exit door in a zombie like trance. Shocked by the insensitivity Madison showed to the situation, he left without even paying his part of the bill.
Ring Ring
Madison watched through the clear glass window as Morrison picked up the pace and ran to his car. With his attention turned to his friend the waitress had snuck up on him with food in hand. She placed both plates onto the table and simply asked "in a rush somewhere?"
"Yeah, something like that" Madison replied while turning his attention to the waitress. "You can take his back. Don't worry though I'll cover his part of the bill" Madison explained, reassuring the waitress she wasn't getting stiffed.
The waitress picked up the plate to return it to the kitchen. Madison looked at peace sitting alone with only the camera in front of him.
"I truly consider myself a lucky man. I can count on both hands the number of opportunities I've had in this industry to leave a permanent impression. It's almost as if I have had nine lives through out my career. I've been blessed with never suffering a severe injury. Everywhere I go I have left people craving for more. Not everyone is so lucky. Guys scratch and claw to just get one shot, one chance at immortality."
"It's kind of ironic. In the shadows of one of the greatest basketball teams in the history of the NBA, the Miami Heat, a new team is seen in action for the first time ready to leave a lasting impression on the APW. The Black Hand comes to the APW to right all the wrongs this company allows night in and night out. The loose structure within this company allows for general managers and wrestlers alike to run rampant without penalty. When I came to APW there were a few familiar faces from my past, One that wasted no time catching up, Tommy Knox. Caught me off guard to be honest. We had a very brief history with one another. Long enough to leave a lasting impression I suppose. Once I walked through those doors, he was quick with a greeting. He told me about his plans and ambitions. We discussed ideologies and not too surprisingly we shared the same outlook on this business. Once the idea of The Black Hand was pitched to me it was hard to turn away."
"For too long this industry has suffered from a plague. Companies like APW have been run to the ground because of stiffs in suits force feeding a product to fans, albeit entertaining, not always productive. They have thrown guys out there who should have been resting in a hospital bed instead of standing in the squared circle. Promoter after promoter has buried their companies because of one thing, greed! The all mighty dollar has always been what it was about. Guys have had their careers cut short so someone else can fill their pockets! With the Black Hand, not anymore. No longer will we stand by while upper management takes advantage of their staff. We take care of our own and refuse to allow the authority to control our destinies."
"It starts at Test for The Best with Knox putting Gooch in his place and continues the following night in Miami. Niobe and I are going to run a muck on Meltdown. We are going to have Sienna's head spinning week after week. It's time to add just a pinch of chaos to the mix and watch the world as it turns on itself. It's amazing when you show the fans just a little anarchy, you really can cause quite the uproar!"
"Is it surprising that Sienna's huge creative push for Meltdown is to once again put two newer faces together as an impromptu tag team? Wyatt Crash and Mr. Enigma, two guys who have never even dressed in the same locker room put together for your pure enjoyment. Tag team wrestling really requires a bit of trust in your partner to be successful. Without that trust its hard to keep up. Really puts guys in a vulnerable position, I would know. I was witness to such genius first hand. Right, a month ago with Brian Hollywood and I. Bravo Sienna, you are really running one hell of a show. Keeping everyone on their toes. This is about edgy and innovative as I have ever seen. Just because Two guys have impressive debuts doesn't mean they will mesh well in the ring"
"Crash I respect your attitude. A bit foolish, but I respect it. We share a belief in honor for this industry. Like you I love the competition that comes with wrestling but we differ in what drives that desire for competition. While you have this love for the fans, and for this company. I do it for myself, and those I consider friends. Sure it comes off as selfish but when you have been around for as long as I have you will learn the truth about those people. They don't care about you. If you broke your neck next week I promise they wouldn't miss you. Sienna Harrison would just fill your spot with the next up and coming baby face who declares his allegiance to the fans. You'd be a mere memory with nothing to show for it. That warrior's code we live by is honorable, but keep in mind, you are whats most important. You are top priority. When you lose sight of that, your time is numbered."
"Those boots you fill are replaceable, just like mine. A bit of advice, enjoy your time here. Don't take it for granted because in the blink of an eye it can be taken away from you. Once the fans get sick of you and there is a new flash in the pan you'll be questioning yourself and if it was all worth it. Trust me it was. But then you'll be faced with a dilemma. Go against your beliefs or fade into the night. That's when your eyes will be opened to the truth. The ugly truths that are professional wrestling. The truth that you are just a man in wrestling tights and boots. You are nothing special to these people or those who run this place. You are the same cardboard cut out as the next guy waiting for his chance."
"Mr. Enigma, you are something different. You come with great hype an already have shown that you can back it up! I don't really know how you play into this whimsical pairing being thrown at me. I can tell there is a little bit of an anarchist inside of you. You have a rebellious soul, you won't conform to what they want and it's admirable. Like I had said my goals with the Black Hand is more focused to those who dictate things around here. I have no personal agenda against you or Wyatt. It just happens to be you two put forth in front of me as an hurdle. Sienna doesn't want to deal with us. So she will dig deep and try any combo out there to try and slow us down!"
"It's useless. Things have been put into motion already. We are not alone. There are more of us out there and you can't stop us from exposing the injustices that take place day after day in this company. Before too long you will all understand the Black Hand."
"We do what we want, we say what we want, we fight when we want. Anyone who has any gripes about it...Fuck You!"
Fade to black...
