Post by Mad Mumf on Sept 4, 2013 19:36:21 GMT -4
*It's been a busy few weeks for Mad Mumf and company. While not necessarily the most successful, he found himself in another worthwhile fight. It's almost set a new record for good fights in the last five years just in a few months. After years away from the ring, consistent time back in it can wear any man down, but a good fight seems to be all that matters to the former world champion. If he gets a fight out of his opponent that's worthy of his respect, he appears to be contend with the outcome, win or lose. Ultimately he will begin striving for the APW World Heavyweight Title, but all things come in due time. Right now, however, it's time to rest, recover and prepare.*
*The scene opens to a darkened hotel room. A few scant traces of sunlight are filtering through the blinds, belying the fact that it's well into morning. This fact is confirmed as the camera pans around to show the clock reading 11:15AM. The only signs of life coming from the indistinct form on the bed are the occasional soft snores and steady breathing that indicate sleep. All of this is interrupted, however when a phone on the nightstand starts ringing loudly, playing the theme song from the Legend of Zelda.*
*Sluggishly, almost reluctantly, the figure in the bed reaches out and siezes the phone, a thumb swiping the screen to answer the call visible by the light of the phone itself and nothing more. The phone disappears beneath the covers but we can hear Mad Mumf's voice groggily answer without moving much.*
Mumf - Hello?
*The voice on the other end says something to which we're not privy.*
Mumf - Look, you just woke me up. Whatever it is you're selling, I'm not buying.
*The voice speaks again, and only scattered words can be picked up by the camera. Among them are the words police department.*
Mumf - You've been what?! Has you been processed yet? I take it this is your one phone call? What did they arrest you for in the first place?
*The answer is apparently brief because Mumf's response isn't long in coming.*
Mumf - *Sighing* Alright and what's the woman's name? I'm sure something can be worked out or at the very least that I can get you out of there.
*Mumf rolls out of bed, clad only in a pair of smiley face boxers as he grabs the pen and pad that every hotel, even the crappy ones, leaves for their guests and writes down the name Angel Brooke while listening to anything else the voice on the line has to say.*
Mumf - I'll see what I can do. I've got a few friends who owe me some favors. Just hold tight for now.
*The scene fades out and then fades back in shortly later with Mumf dressed and driving his black '69 Firebird along the highway. His brother is in the passenger seat as he speeds along. His phone, however is plugged into the cigarette lighter and on speaker. He already appears to be in mid-conversation as we rejoin him.*
Mumf - John, I'm sure the girl had a damn good reason to punch the woman. From everything you're telling me, she could have even been provoked.
John - That may very well be, but it doesn't excuse decking a woman during a business discussion, no matter how seedy the locale is. Fact of the matter is, she struck the woman and she's already made a statement. It's going to be hard to keep her from pressing charges. The girl is a bit of an eccentric loose cannon after all.
Mumf - That's neither here nor there, John. Look, I've done you a ton of favors over the years and you still owe me for most of them. Well, I'm calling a few in right now, and if need be I'll even knock a few extra off the list and owe you one myself. Whether it's by getting her to drop any charges she decides to press or if you need to simply give her some sort of slap on the risk, I'm asking you as a friend and an old war buddy to make this go away. I don't want any risk of deportation or loss of work visa either. You do this for me and I really will owe you a favor. She's a good kid who was in a bad situation. That's all. If we need to go by the book, then maybe this Brooke woman's got a price. If we need to go under the rug, then maybe someone else has a price or needs a favour. Do what you've got to do and get back in touch.
John - Fine, fine! I've got a few friends in the police and judicial system over there. I can have them talk to Brooke and see what they can do or at least get any repercussions lightned if nothing else. But you owe me big. I'm talking a bottle of spiced rum like the one you used to keep in the lock box at the bar.
Mumf - Make it all go away and I'll get you two of them, John. Thanks again.
*Mumf grins at Ryan and hangs up the phone.*
Ryan - So how do you know this John guy again?
Mumf - Most of it's classified, but we were part of Project Mayhem back during my military days.
Ryan - Project Mayhem? Isn't that...?
Mumf - Same concept, larger scale. Anyway, he left shortly before things got crazy in our little organization and shifted to a more political role. He's involved heavily behind the scenes and knows alot of key players. Hence why he can pull some strings for me.
*Ryan smirks while Mumf turns the car off the highway and moves through some side streets until he gets to another main road, parking near a food truck that's in front of a police station.*
Ryan - Remind me to have you call some of yoru friends the next time I get a speeding ticket.
Mumf - Hopefully you can keep your nose clean enough not to need me to call my friends. A speeding ticket probably wouldn't cut it.
*The pair get out of the car and go over to the food truck, both ordering hot dogs with everything and the kitchen sink on them. As they walk back towards the car and then lean against it while trying to figure out the best angle of attack for their hot dogs, Ryan speaks up again.*
Ryan - So you think this situation is big enough to warrant getting one of your friends involved?
*Mumf takes a bite of his hot dog and nods with his mouth full.*
Mumf - Yeah. If she gets deported, I'm out somebody who can watch my back and a friend and ally. Not to mention, this Brooke woman either is a lawyer or a business woman. If she's a lawyer, my bet is she's the type to sue the clothes off somone's back. If she's a business woman, she's the type to have her lawyer find a way to sue the clothes off someone's back. Better to get the situation resolved and pushed away before it gets out of control.
Ryan - Why do you think she punched her?
*Mumf chuckles as he takes another bite.*
Mumf - Maybe Brooke was being a bitch. Or maybe she just insulted the girl's pride or honor. Either way, I'd wager the woman brought it on herself.
*As Mumf takes another bite of his lunch, his phone goes off, altering him to a text message. Finishing up, he wipes his hands off with a napkin and tosses the plate in a nearby garbage can. As he scans the text message, he can’t help but chuckle. He turns to his brother with a smirk.*
Mumf – Looks like Joseph Johnson finally got his wish. You bring the camera with you? It’s time for a promo.
*Ryan reaches into the back seat of the Firebird and pulls out a camcorder with an attachment that allows it to stream wirelessly straight to the internet and onto APW broadcasts as the screen suddenly flashes with a graphic.*
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Mad Mumf – So here we are, a week out of Super Meltdown and the fun little brawl I got to have with Shadow. I’ll be the first to admit I wasn’t the better man that night, and that he fought a damn good fight. I don’t dwell on things like that and I don’t make excuses. It was one match. It’s done and over with, and I have learned from it. Shadow, you seem like a good dude and you’re well on your way to great things in this business. Maybe our paths will cross again at some point. Hell maybe we’ll get paired up against someone else. If that’s the case, may god help them.
Either way, though, on to the next one. I’m a guy who likes to fight week in and week out, and the next fight’s right around the corner. Now, either I’m starting to have been here long enough to have familiar faces in my matches or I’m facing the same guys over and over and over again. Though, maybe it just feels that way because specific people just enjoy getting in my face and pissing me off.
Lo and behold, yours truly is stepping into the ring, yet again with Joseph Johnson. I seriously, legitimately thought I was done with this guy. I like what the guy’s capable of. My beef with him is done and over with. Hell I was trying to talk the guy out of putting his career on the line when he stormed into my locker room two weeks ago before we got interrupted by Shadow kicking down my door like he was the Jolly Green god damned giant.
And so, ever hoping and aspiring to recreate drama and to pit two up and comers against one another, myself and Joseph find each other on the opposite corners again. Maybe the boys in the back are hoping to create some sort of spark. Maybe they hope I’ve got more unfinished business with him. Neither is really the case. What is true, and what will always be true, is that it’s another fight and another opportunity for me to go out there, shed some blood, and prove just who in the hell I am.
You were practically begging me a few weeks ago, Joseph, to step into that ring with you as your opponent at Shockwave, hoping that I’d be the guy you could either prove yourself against or who ended your career after your foolish idea of sacrifice. Fact of the matter is, I don’t like ending careers. For one thing it means less quality competition when I get rid of someone like you who has talent and knows what the hell they’re doing in that ring. For another, I just never see the sense in someone throwing away their career for such cliché nonsense.
Either way, after Shockwave and Meltdown, I’m glad to see that you haven’t found your way to an unemployment line yet, Joseph. Admittedly, though, you still seem so desperate for a change of pace. Moving to France? Really? That’s a pretty drastic change of pace for a guy who’s simply trying to kick start his career and life. Ah well, your choices are yours to make. I hope you at least speak the language.
After all that’s said and done though, I’m kind of surprised that your focus doesn’t seem to be on the here and now. You were so worried and concerned about that losing slump you were on, and yet coming into our match, you don’t seem to have any kind of focus on the man who’s about to step into the ring with you. I’ve been through this song and dance before. If you are underestimating me, or if your focus is divided, I will make sure that you regret it before all is said and done.
See, I may be primarily concerned with a good fight, but I still just came off a loss in my previous match. The only way I’m going to make it to the top and get better fights than constantly dealing with the likes of you is to bounce back, prove myself and keep climbing that ladder. You’re in the way, and you, in this case need to be MY bounce-back performance. I’m coming into this determined, fresh faced, and hungry. You, on the other hand, seem to be coming in unfocused, constantly in transit, and concerned with everything and everyone aside from the ring veteran that is looking for a win this Thursday night.
If you’re not careful, boss, all of that hope and optimism you seem to have suddenly discovered via your change and momentum will go right down John C. Crapper’s finest invention at the hands of yours truly. I’ve got big plans in the APW and it’s time to start to set things in motion. Not just for the sake of my solo career, but for the sake of my friends, my allies, and the people I consider family. Plans are starting to roll now, and sooner or later, it will be my name that everyone is muttering with fear or respect or a little of both. I came here to take care of business, and I’m just about tired of sitting idle and going through the motions.
I’m a firm believer in the fact that if you want change, if you want respect, or if you simply want success, you need to go out there and fight for it. You kick, scratch, bite, claw, hurt, maim, and mangle until you claim whatever it is you seek and nobody dares try to take it from you. That has been my strategy and my philosophy in this business regardless of my size and strength, and I’ve been hesitant to put it into motion. I’m not sure why, but I feel like I’ve been easing into the process. Well, the adjustment period is over. Like I said, it’s time to get down to business, and you, Joseph Johnson are step one. Beating you, leaving you dejected in that ring, will be the next step towards claiming the highest prize this business has to offer and demanding and earning the respect of those around me. This Thursday, the era of Mayhem begins.
*Ryan turns off the camera and tosses it back into the car after confirming it broadcasted. Just in time, Shione exits the police station and Mumf and Ryan flash her a pair of grins.*
Mumf – Hey! Need a ride?
*Mumf grins again as the scene fades slowly to black.*
*The scene opens to a darkened hotel room. A few scant traces of sunlight are filtering through the blinds, belying the fact that it's well into morning. This fact is confirmed as the camera pans around to show the clock reading 11:15AM. The only signs of life coming from the indistinct form on the bed are the occasional soft snores and steady breathing that indicate sleep. All of this is interrupted, however when a phone on the nightstand starts ringing loudly, playing the theme song from the Legend of Zelda.*
*Sluggishly, almost reluctantly, the figure in the bed reaches out and siezes the phone, a thumb swiping the screen to answer the call visible by the light of the phone itself and nothing more. The phone disappears beneath the covers but we can hear Mad Mumf's voice groggily answer without moving much.*
Mumf - Hello?
*The voice on the other end says something to which we're not privy.*
Mumf - Look, you just woke me up. Whatever it is you're selling, I'm not buying.
*The voice speaks again, and only scattered words can be picked up by the camera. Among them are the words police department.*
Mumf - You've been what?! Has you been processed yet? I take it this is your one phone call? What did they arrest you for in the first place?
*The answer is apparently brief because Mumf's response isn't long in coming.*
Mumf - *Sighing* Alright and what's the woman's name? I'm sure something can be worked out or at the very least that I can get you out of there.
*Mumf rolls out of bed, clad only in a pair of smiley face boxers as he grabs the pen and pad that every hotel, even the crappy ones, leaves for their guests and writes down the name Angel Brooke while listening to anything else the voice on the line has to say.*
Mumf - I'll see what I can do. I've got a few friends who owe me some favors. Just hold tight for now.
*The scene fades out and then fades back in shortly later with Mumf dressed and driving his black '69 Firebird along the highway. His brother is in the passenger seat as he speeds along. His phone, however is plugged into the cigarette lighter and on speaker. He already appears to be in mid-conversation as we rejoin him.*
Mumf - John, I'm sure the girl had a damn good reason to punch the woman. From everything you're telling me, she could have even been provoked.
John - That may very well be, but it doesn't excuse decking a woman during a business discussion, no matter how seedy the locale is. Fact of the matter is, she struck the woman and she's already made a statement. It's going to be hard to keep her from pressing charges. The girl is a bit of an eccentric loose cannon after all.
Mumf - That's neither here nor there, John. Look, I've done you a ton of favors over the years and you still owe me for most of them. Well, I'm calling a few in right now, and if need be I'll even knock a few extra off the list and owe you one myself. Whether it's by getting her to drop any charges she decides to press or if you need to simply give her some sort of slap on the risk, I'm asking you as a friend and an old war buddy to make this go away. I don't want any risk of deportation or loss of work visa either. You do this for me and I really will owe you a favor. She's a good kid who was in a bad situation. That's all. If we need to go by the book, then maybe this Brooke woman's got a price. If we need to go under the rug, then maybe someone else has a price or needs a favour. Do what you've got to do and get back in touch.
John - Fine, fine! I've got a few friends in the police and judicial system over there. I can have them talk to Brooke and see what they can do or at least get any repercussions lightned if nothing else. But you owe me big. I'm talking a bottle of spiced rum like the one you used to keep in the lock box at the bar.
Mumf - Make it all go away and I'll get you two of them, John. Thanks again.
*Mumf grins at Ryan and hangs up the phone.*
Ryan - So how do you know this John guy again?
Mumf - Most of it's classified, but we were part of Project Mayhem back during my military days.
Ryan - Project Mayhem? Isn't that...?
Mumf - Same concept, larger scale. Anyway, he left shortly before things got crazy in our little organization and shifted to a more political role. He's involved heavily behind the scenes and knows alot of key players. Hence why he can pull some strings for me.
*Ryan smirks while Mumf turns the car off the highway and moves through some side streets until he gets to another main road, parking near a food truck that's in front of a police station.*
Ryan - Remind me to have you call some of yoru friends the next time I get a speeding ticket.
Mumf - Hopefully you can keep your nose clean enough not to need me to call my friends. A speeding ticket probably wouldn't cut it.
*The pair get out of the car and go over to the food truck, both ordering hot dogs with everything and the kitchen sink on them. As they walk back towards the car and then lean against it while trying to figure out the best angle of attack for their hot dogs, Ryan speaks up again.*
Ryan - So you think this situation is big enough to warrant getting one of your friends involved?
*Mumf takes a bite of his hot dog and nods with his mouth full.*
Mumf - Yeah. If she gets deported, I'm out somebody who can watch my back and a friend and ally. Not to mention, this Brooke woman either is a lawyer or a business woman. If she's a lawyer, my bet is she's the type to sue the clothes off somone's back. If she's a business woman, she's the type to have her lawyer find a way to sue the clothes off someone's back. Better to get the situation resolved and pushed away before it gets out of control.
Ryan - Why do you think she punched her?
*Mumf chuckles as he takes another bite.*
Mumf - Maybe Brooke was being a bitch. Or maybe she just insulted the girl's pride or honor. Either way, I'd wager the woman brought it on herself.
*As Mumf takes another bite of his lunch, his phone goes off, altering him to a text message. Finishing up, he wipes his hands off with a napkin and tosses the plate in a nearby garbage can. As he scans the text message, he can’t help but chuckle. He turns to his brother with a smirk.*
Mumf – Looks like Joseph Johnson finally got his wish. You bring the camera with you? It’s time for a promo.
*Ryan reaches into the back seat of the Firebird and pulls out a camcorder with an attachment that allows it to stream wirelessly straight to the internet and onto APW broadcasts as the screen suddenly flashes with a graphic.*
Either way, though, on to the next one. I’m a guy who likes to fight week in and week out, and the next fight’s right around the corner. Now, either I’m starting to have been here long enough to have familiar faces in my matches or I’m facing the same guys over and over and over again. Though, maybe it just feels that way because specific people just enjoy getting in my face and pissing me off.
Lo and behold, yours truly is stepping into the ring, yet again with Joseph Johnson. I seriously, legitimately thought I was done with this guy. I like what the guy’s capable of. My beef with him is done and over with. Hell I was trying to talk the guy out of putting his career on the line when he stormed into my locker room two weeks ago before we got interrupted by Shadow kicking down my door like he was the Jolly Green god damned giant.
And so, ever hoping and aspiring to recreate drama and to pit two up and comers against one another, myself and Joseph find each other on the opposite corners again. Maybe the boys in the back are hoping to create some sort of spark. Maybe they hope I’ve got more unfinished business with him. Neither is really the case. What is true, and what will always be true, is that it’s another fight and another opportunity for me to go out there, shed some blood, and prove just who in the hell I am.
You were practically begging me a few weeks ago, Joseph, to step into that ring with you as your opponent at Shockwave, hoping that I’d be the guy you could either prove yourself against or who ended your career after your foolish idea of sacrifice. Fact of the matter is, I don’t like ending careers. For one thing it means less quality competition when I get rid of someone like you who has talent and knows what the hell they’re doing in that ring. For another, I just never see the sense in someone throwing away their career for such cliché nonsense.
Either way, after Shockwave and Meltdown, I’m glad to see that you haven’t found your way to an unemployment line yet, Joseph. Admittedly, though, you still seem so desperate for a change of pace. Moving to France? Really? That’s a pretty drastic change of pace for a guy who’s simply trying to kick start his career and life. Ah well, your choices are yours to make. I hope you at least speak the language.
After all that’s said and done though, I’m kind of surprised that your focus doesn’t seem to be on the here and now. You were so worried and concerned about that losing slump you were on, and yet coming into our match, you don’t seem to have any kind of focus on the man who’s about to step into the ring with you. I’ve been through this song and dance before. If you are underestimating me, or if your focus is divided, I will make sure that you regret it before all is said and done.
See, I may be primarily concerned with a good fight, but I still just came off a loss in my previous match. The only way I’m going to make it to the top and get better fights than constantly dealing with the likes of you is to bounce back, prove myself and keep climbing that ladder. You’re in the way, and you, in this case need to be MY bounce-back performance. I’m coming into this determined, fresh faced, and hungry. You, on the other hand, seem to be coming in unfocused, constantly in transit, and concerned with everything and everyone aside from the ring veteran that is looking for a win this Thursday night.
If you’re not careful, boss, all of that hope and optimism you seem to have suddenly discovered via your change and momentum will go right down John C. Crapper’s finest invention at the hands of yours truly. I’ve got big plans in the APW and it’s time to start to set things in motion. Not just for the sake of my solo career, but for the sake of my friends, my allies, and the people I consider family. Plans are starting to roll now, and sooner or later, it will be my name that everyone is muttering with fear or respect or a little of both. I came here to take care of business, and I’m just about tired of sitting idle and going through the motions.
I’m a firm believer in the fact that if you want change, if you want respect, or if you simply want success, you need to go out there and fight for it. You kick, scratch, bite, claw, hurt, maim, and mangle until you claim whatever it is you seek and nobody dares try to take it from you. That has been my strategy and my philosophy in this business regardless of my size and strength, and I’ve been hesitant to put it into motion. I’m not sure why, but I feel like I’ve been easing into the process. Well, the adjustment period is over. Like I said, it’s time to get down to business, and you, Joseph Johnson are step one. Beating you, leaving you dejected in that ring, will be the next step towards claiming the highest prize this business has to offer and demanding and earning the respect of those around me. This Thursday, the era of Mayhem begins.
*Ryan turns off the camera and tosses it back into the car after confirming it broadcasted. Just in time, Shione exits the police station and Mumf and Ryan flash her a pair of grins.*
Mumf – Hey! Need a ride?
*Mumf grins again as the scene fades slowly to black.*
