Post by Nick Watson on Oct 23, 2010 21:57:27 GMT -4
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Final Countdown
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Final Countdown
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*Tokyo, Yesterday*
Madok: Just a little more, Pence. Come on man!
A loud thudding noise is heard in quick succession as the camera comes to vivid life on the scene in a local gym in Tokyo and in this gym, which has been vacated to better accomodate the media that has gathered, stands a group of media personel, and Pence's crew, Madok, Matt, and Benny. Pence stands in the center of the room showing off a display of brutal jabs and hooks for the media in hopes of maybe sending a message to his opponent at One Night in Hell. The media is eating it up, reporters are speaking to the cameras, but at the same time they are not interfereing, and are making sure the camera is trained on the Reaper as he lays into the punching bag which swings violently back and forth. As the bag comes back, Pence dodges, and then lays into it with a brutal display of power.
Some of the media comment that Pence's power game is back and other's say that it has reached a new time high, a huge dent in the bag would say that Pence is litterally breaking it in half. And he of course had no intention of stopping, in Pence's mind the bag was Cyrus, and with every punch Cyrus was mocking him.
You're a failure...you got nothing left. You are a thing of the past...I will be champion.
A loud chuckle could be heard by only Pence as Pence growled in beastial fury and sent a fist to the location that would be Chris' head on the punching bag, the bag rattled and the chain grinded a bit, but it stayed put. Pence was not satisfied as he sent his fist over and over again into that spot. The voice of Cyrus continued to fill his head.
I predict I can beat you at One Night in Hell...you are a nothing...you have no place in APW.
Pence reared back and with all of his might slammed his heavy fist into the mid-section of the punching bag and finally without warning the chain holding the bag was ripped out and the bag went flying, dented beyond belief, and falling on the floor wth a loud thud. Pence breathed heavily as his eyes focused on what he thought was a prone Cyrus, helpless, and defenseless, Pence walked over to it and then stomped down on it as hard as he could.
Pence: Piece of shit.
Pence would then spit on the punching bag and walk away, leaving the media in the main room to make his way to the weight room. His crew would follow him, Benny and Matt would make sure to not allow any of the media past the door, while Madok and Pence both sat down on one of the benches. Madok shook his head and then let out a low chuckle.
Madok: Breaking the punching bag was a nice touch...however, I don't see how kicking it will really send a message.
Pence let out a sigh as he leaned back a bit, holding perfect balance as to not fall off the bench.
Pence: Sorry about that, I didn't mean to wreck the punching bag. Was not my intention.
Madok: Hey, don't worry about it big man. Now lets get some weight training done then we can all go out for dinner. Tomorrow we have a big event that is going to take place in the Tokyo Dome. I have pulled out all the stops, your new intro will be playing, and I have gathered as many fans and as many media outlets as I can. I am sure that Chris will get your message loud and clear that you are not going to take his shit.
Madok patted, Pence on the back, and got up from the bench so that Pence could lay down to do a few sets of twenty. Pence would lay down quickly and would wait for Madok to get into the position to spot him, just in case he couldn't do it. Not that he couldn't do it, but this was just a precaution that he was taking in case something went wrong. Pence would lift the bar and then begin to speak to Madok as he did.
Pence: So...everything is looking good for the event at the Tokyo Dome.
Madok: Oh hell yeah, it is going to be picture perfect. The make a wish kids are going to be there as well, just like you wanted. You can do a short signing after the event, seeing as how we are going to have the dome for the whole night. That wasn't easy to do, but the people in Japan love you, Pence, so it got really easy after I told them who would be using the stadium.
Pence let out a chuckle as he lifted the bar for his fourth rep and he was no where close to being done or tired for that matter as he brought the bar back down. Pence was bench pressing close to five hundred pounds, he had tried lower weights back in the states, but when he got here he decided to increase the weight dramatically to see just how much he could lift. Right now he was lifting five hundred pounds, but he was sure he would be lifting more than that sooner or later. He wasn't breaking a sweat, but as he reached his first set of ten, he knew he would only be able to do at least three more sets before he needed to move over to a machine that could work his legs.
Pence would rest for a bit, but then would go right back to work lifting the weight, and would go into his own world inside of his mind. He would begin to wonder about what was in store for him at One Night in Hell. He had no idea as to what Chris was doing or if he was really training at all. Maybe Chris was at a strip bar some where drinking copious amounts of liquor and not giving a shit about this match. It was quite possible that was all that Chris was doing right now, it didn't even sound a bit out of his character that was for sure. Chris as not a nice man after all and was a real dick, he treated everyone like shit: personnel, women, competitors. He didn't give a shit about anything, but himself and his own glory which he could earn at the expense of others. It wouldn't surprise him that his motivations to beat him were all simply self-appointed and that his only reasoning for continuing to persist in wanting to fight him was nothing more than a need to prove he still was a top dog even though he was nothing more than a tame animal now.
Back in the day Chris Cyrus had been something big, that went without question, but in the present era, Chris Cyrus was just a weak shade of what he once was. He was now a man too afraid to fight in hardcore matches as he may very well lower the already low amount of time he had left in the business. It was as simple as that. The man had lost his testicles and had no where to go, but down from where he was at now. It was sad, but Pence was not going to show mercy on a man like him. A man who was so willing to project his short comings on others when the clear and sound problem was of his own fault. By this time Pence had finish three sets of ten reps and was still going strong. He had two more sets to complete before he went to the leg machine in the corner of the room. He could faintly hear the media outside the door trying to scramble past Matt and Benny, but that was not going to happen any time soon.
Madok: You seem to be in your own world, what is up Pence?
Pence looked over at Madok as he lifted up his fifth rep on his fourth set and shrugged.
Pence: I'm just thinking about One Night in Hell.
Madok: You must be pretty psyched, eh?
Pence nodded and then lifted again, for his sixth rep, and then put the bar dow back in where it was supposed to be. Yes, he was breaking his routine, but he had deeper thoughts on his mind right now.
Pence: Don't you think it is sad?
Madok gave him a weird look as he wondered what exactly Pence as talking about.
Pence: This whole thing is just sad. This could be Cyrus' last shot at the big time and I have to crush it.
Madok: Its not that important, Pence. It is not like you like the guy anyway. He is a dick and a moron. He brought this upon himself when he decided to team up with that sleeze, Biggs. So stop being so emotional and just crush the fucker.
Pence: I guess you are right, Madok. Its just that I can't help, but feel that he is throwing everything he has left at me at hopes of becoming champion again.
Madok: If that was everything he had earlier, then there is no hope for him at all...
Pence nodded his head. It was true that Cyrus was not in his league, it was true that when they fought this Sunday there would be nothing stopping him from claiming a victory. Not even if he wanted to could he stop himself come this Sunday. He would just let himself go and lash out at Cyrus with everything he had, every drop of wrath, every bit of frustration, and every last ounce of fury that he had in his being would be directed on Cyrus. And the sad thing there was not a damn thing that Cyrus could do about it. Hell, Cyrus was in for he fight of his life and at the end of the day he was not going to survive. Pence was the next generation of megastar on APW and he was going to vanquish the last of a dieing breed...the old school APW megastars who had a long time ago began to vanish from the television and dissapear into the nether without any warning. It was sad to see this breed dieing off, but at the same time it opened chances for the newer generation to rise up and take its' place. He represented that new generation and as such he had a duty to end the era of old and usher in the era of new. It was his duty.
Madok: Come on, Pence. Finish your work out so we can go eat. I know this nice place down the street that is pretty damn good. And the ladies don't look half-bad either.
Madok grinned as he walked out of the room and into a throng of reporters who commenced to badger him with questions he would not answer. Pence would continue his routine, but this time he thought of all that was at stake for the both of them and a smile would come to his face. He would win and that was all that mattered.
*Scene Fades to Black*
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A Brief Lunch
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A Brief Lunch
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*A Few Hour Later, Tokyo*
Needless to say it was hard to eat in the restaraunt that Madok had picked, the skantly dressed women, who Pence could swear were only wearing bikinis, were extremely well endowed and made it extremely hard to not stare at them. Matt did not eat a bite as he was fixated on a certain lady who continued to stare at him and laugh when she saw him looking. Pence on the other hand, tried to focus on his food, as he picked up his fork, and cut into the kobe steak that had been placed on his plate. He took a bite and was instantly electrified by the potent flavor, it was truly the best steak he had ever eaten in the East, and that was saying as a lot as his time as a hitman had been mostly spent overseas. He took another bite and another, then washed it all down with a tall glass of sake. Yes, he as drinking alcohol, but this was a time for enjoyment, and it felt like a sort of calm before the storm sort of situation so Pence had decided to put his vows not to drink away for one night. This of course was much to the surprise of his manager, who even tried to order him a cup of coke before Pence had gotten the chance to order for himself.
This was his fourth time in Tokyo and every time he had been here he had enjoyed himself. He remembered watching Godzilla films when he was a kid while he was given the day off by his mentor Chris Hunt. Now here he sat, with friends who loved him dearly, and wanted to hang out with him at every possible moment, friends that backed him regardless of what he was about to do regardless of what he was about to become Sunday Night. He was going to become a monster Sunday and he knew that, it was the only way to put an end to all this, the only way to stop Chris Cyrus from completing his goals and he would be damned if he fell short. The only way to not fall short was to throw away his humanity for about twenty minutes and allow Chris to see the end. To see the Reaper for what he truly was, a beast. Pence didn't want to do it, but his choices were limited and Chris would soon realize how foolish a notion it was to challenge him in a battle and that he should have declined the open challenge and left town before things got out of hand.
However, Chris was not smart. Chris was a retarded puppy and had decided to stick around and see how badly his ass could be kicked. It was sad really, but it was inevitable that he would be defeated on Sunday, that much was certain.
Madok: A toast!
Madok shouted out of the blue as Pence snapped out of a deep contemplation to take a look at Madok raising his glass high up. Matt followed suit and Benny did too, Pence was the last to raise his glass.
Madok: To APW.
Matt: To friendship.
Benny: To championship aspirations.
All eyes fell on Pence who had his glass up, for a second no one said anything, but then Pence grinned widely and said.
Pence: To new beginnings.
Everyone: Here, here, here!
Pence could not think of a place he would rather be at the moment as the scene faded to black.
*scene fades to black*
( I know this rp has no rant, but I believe my first rp had enough trash in it, and this one does have an element of trash talk that is more inner than outer. The event would have been the rant, but due to it being my birthday...well I got sidetracked by a surprise party. Anyway...this is all I have for right now and it would have been quite a bit longer if I would have had the time to get back on the computer and read Cyrus' rp. Anyway, good luck on voting, and good luck to Cyrus.
- Your friend,
Pence Weatherlight)
