Post by Nick Watson on Dec 5, 2010 0:05:06 GMT -4
*New York City, A Few Days Ago*
Woman's Voice: Mr. Mortalis...Mr. Mortalis....Are you awake, yet?
Madok's eyes opened wide as he let out a loud groan that could be heard all around the limousine that he currently resided in. He looked around a bit, through the haze of exhaustion, for the source of the voice only to find Nicky Summers, his personal assistant sitting on the other side of the limo looking at him with concern. Madok nodded his head and let out a long yawn as he stretched a bit. Nicky resumed what she had been discussing with him before he dozed off.
Nicky: Mr. Mortalis it is important that you meet with Mr. Spencer this weekend as he wants to go over the business proposals with you again and finalize some important contracts.
Madok: Not that shit again, come on Nicky. Work your magic, gal. Maybe you can get me out of the meeting with the dumb oaf.
Nicky: I'm sorry, sir, but this is an important meeting that you can not put off anymore.
Larry Spencer was a weapons dealer of sorts, a high end one at that, who had taken a great interest in Mortalis Incorporated's weapon selection over three years ago. Larry had always wanted to sell exclusively for Mortalis Incorporated, however Madok just didn't like the guy. Something about him reeked and Madok had tried his best to avoid doing business with him. However, over the recent months Larry had been putting up a great deal of competition toward his company. Even stealing a few high tier contracts from his company and since then Madok had been trying to buy out the bastard. He had hoped to do this with representatives instead of meeting in person, but Larry Spencer would not hear any of that. He wanted to meet in person and do business that way.
Madok: We both know I fucking hate the guy.
Nicky: I know, sir, but we can only buy him out if you are going to meet with him in person.
Madok waved his hand at Nicky and then let out a drawn out sigh before replying.
Madok: Alright, but I'm not going to like it, Nicky.
She nodded her head and with a smile and a squiggle of her pen she wrote down that she needed to call Larry immediately.
Madok: Did you happen to get the file on Ri...Ri...
Nicky: Rico Casteel...
Madok: Yeah, that fuck face. Did you happen to get the file on him?
Nicky sighed as she reached in her bag and pulled out a manilla folder and handed it to Madok who quickly opened it and began reading the documents.
Madok: Interesting, so he knows the tag champs, and was brought in to do some shit with them, but ended up here in IWC...I wonder what his angle is and why he is here in the first place.
Nicky: I'd say he is here for competition...
Madok looked over at her and then grinned.
Madok: Yeah, most likely. Or he could be here for a chance to get some tail...I mean did you see that Arcadia chick she has a nice ra...
Madok looked at Nicky who was glaring holes through him as he let out a chuckle.
Madok: I'm only joking, Nicky. Chill out. I know he is here to compete and all, no need to give me the death stare. Anyway... this is the complete file?
Nicky nodded.
Madok: Good.
Madok looked out the tinted window see to the city outside and then raised a brow questioningly as he put the folder with the files in it next to him.
Madok: Where are we going, Nicky?
Nicky had been dragging Madok all over the city for meetings with local sellers in the city. It had been, so far, a long drawn out process that had bored Madok, and drained him of most of his energy and will power. Nicky looked at the pad in her hand which she had been writing things on and then quickly replied.
Nicky: We are going to go see a Mr. Stanley as of right now. He is a small time guy looking to increase his profits.
Madok: Cancel the appointment. I have better things to do with my time than deal with a low end guy who is most likely dirty.
Nicky: What do you mean, Mr. Mortalis?
Madok itched his arm as he began to relay the information that he had gathered on Mr. Stanley.
Madok: Back in Washington I was warned of this Mr. Stanley fellow. He has criminal ties and by ties I mean mob...gangs...hell could be selling to terrorists too. He has no honor or dignity and as such we will not be doing business with him. So cancel the meeting and tell him we don't deal with low life scum.
She nodded her head as she wrote that down too. Madok let out a long drawn out sigh as he rolled down the limo's passenger window and let the cold breeze in. Man did it feel good outside. He wanted to go out and train and do what he had to do for his upcoming match.
Madok: Drop me off around the corner and meet me at the hotel.
The driver didn't even ask why, as he had learned not to ask stupid questions during his tenure, and pulled around the corner dropping Madok off. Nicky looked at him in confusion as he got out of the limo and walked out into the cold brisk air.
Nicky: What are you doing, sir?
Nicky asked as she peered her head out the door to see what Madok was up to. Madok began to do some stretches as he gave her his answer.
Madok: Getting some last minute training in. I don't want to start slacking off now just because I was busy.
She nodded her head as she closed the door and the limo drove off. Madok continued to stretched as the limo disappeared far off into the distance. Madok would stop stretching, however and turn to look at the camera. The camera man gets the hint as he realizes that Madok is ready to speak to his opponent.
Madok: Well hello Rico, or moopy...poopy...soopy...doopy...or whatever the fuck you call yourself. I'm Madok Mortalis, the Cloud Chaser, and I am your opponent for Asylum this week. Now that we got that out of the way lets go ahead and dive right in because quite frankly I have a lot of ground to cover with you before this Sunday. First things first...beating up retarded people to make a point is not cool. I don't know what type of fucking message you are trying to get across and I don't really care. The fact of the matter is, beating up mentally handicapped, mask wearing freaks is wrong. Secondly, what the fuck are you on and where can I buy some? I mean honestly dude, I have never seen a man as boring as you before in my life, and I would love to get something to melo myself out for the coming business season. So if you could hook me up that would be great. Lastly, focus, that is all. You went on and on about a single fucking word and its' meaning for so long that I thought that suicide would have been the only way out of the hell that the bookers had surely shoved me into.
Honestly guy, spend less time describing yourself, and your message which no one cares about and more time focusing on me...your opponent for this week because frankly...I'm a beast. Don't let my lack of success fool you Goliath, I'm a God damn pro when it comes to wrestling, and I'm loved by quite a few of the local fans...namely the women, but that is beside the point. You on the other hand, no named henchmen number one, are a fucking joke. Quite honestly I can understand why you are a bodyguard now because speaking is clearly not your strong suit as everything you said was along the lines of: "I'm the best...suck my dick.". Personally, I laughed, and laughed, then drank some beer, then laughed some more. I mean is this the best the booking staff can fucking find for me? Captain Steroids over here will barely make me break a sweat, let alone make the few brain cells that are still sober in my head work hard on finding brilliant tactical strategies to decimate my opponent mentally and physically.
Madok begins to shake his head a bit as he begins to walk slowly in the direction that the limo had drove off toward.
Madok: It is down right sad really, you come out so ready to win, so "focused", and so determined, but yet you have so little to say. So little that I have not already heard before. I realize that me leaving the APW was cowardly and turning tail and leaving was definitely not what I wanted to do, but I had to. I knew the APW, at the time, didn't need me as much as my business ventures so I turned away. So what? Any man in my position, as CEO of a major weapons corporation, would make the same decision if he was smart. I wouldn't expect you to understand with your second grader's intellect as to why I did what I did even after my explanation. Now, Ajax, we are reaching the climax, and this is the part where I start really making you look bad if I haven't already. Which most likely to you it looks like you are fine, but to anyone intelligent they will have realized that without a doubt you are up shit creek without a paddle.
So listen up dumb fuck, because here comes the best part. You are going to lose Sunday. Why? Because you are a loose cannon. You are a man on the edge and that is why you will lose, no man on the edge can beat a rational minded individual with a calculated approach like me. I mean what have you done to prepare? Pumped weights? Reviewed almost year old film? Fucked a donkey? I hope to God you didn't do the last one, but I wouldn't put it by you not to. All in all that shit gets you no where. It is all about having a game plan and I...Madok Mortalis...have the perfect one to break down a nimrod like you who is just lucky enough to remember how to breathe let alone come up with a cunning strategy. Now will I tell you this beautiful plan? Fuck no. It is a surprise. Lets just say...I have put everything together and know your weaknesses. And I know this because....I'm the mother fucking Invoker.
I make things happen by using what I am given and what I have been given is information and from that information I have devised my plan. So come Sunday night...when you see my plan and the fans are watching...glued to their seats no doubt in awe at the aireal display of the Cloud Chaser...you will realize that there was nothing you could have done. That this "cowboy" is not riding into the sunset and that he is here to play for keeps. So rest assured that come Sunday night...you will get your competition alright, but that win you want is just not going to fucking happen. That is all I have to say for now, Rico. I await your not so intelligent rebutal and until then this is the Cloud Chaser, signing off for now....oh and one last thing Rico...Fuck off.
*The Scene Bursts to Static*
Woman's Voice: Mr. Mortalis...Mr. Mortalis....Are you awake, yet?
Madok's eyes opened wide as he let out a loud groan that could be heard all around the limousine that he currently resided in. He looked around a bit, through the haze of exhaustion, for the source of the voice only to find Nicky Summers, his personal assistant sitting on the other side of the limo looking at him with concern. Madok nodded his head and let out a long yawn as he stretched a bit. Nicky resumed what she had been discussing with him before he dozed off.
Nicky: Mr. Mortalis it is important that you meet with Mr. Spencer this weekend as he wants to go over the business proposals with you again and finalize some important contracts.
Madok: Not that shit again, come on Nicky. Work your magic, gal. Maybe you can get me out of the meeting with the dumb oaf.
Nicky: I'm sorry, sir, but this is an important meeting that you can not put off anymore.
Larry Spencer was a weapons dealer of sorts, a high end one at that, who had taken a great interest in Mortalis Incorporated's weapon selection over three years ago. Larry had always wanted to sell exclusively for Mortalis Incorporated, however Madok just didn't like the guy. Something about him reeked and Madok had tried his best to avoid doing business with him. However, over the recent months Larry had been putting up a great deal of competition toward his company. Even stealing a few high tier contracts from his company and since then Madok had been trying to buy out the bastard. He had hoped to do this with representatives instead of meeting in person, but Larry Spencer would not hear any of that. He wanted to meet in person and do business that way.
Madok: We both know I fucking hate the guy.
Nicky: I know, sir, but we can only buy him out if you are going to meet with him in person.
Madok waved his hand at Nicky and then let out a drawn out sigh before replying.
Madok: Alright, but I'm not going to like it, Nicky.
She nodded her head and with a smile and a squiggle of her pen she wrote down that she needed to call Larry immediately.
Madok: Did you happen to get the file on Ri...Ri...
Nicky: Rico Casteel...
Madok: Yeah, that fuck face. Did you happen to get the file on him?
Nicky sighed as she reached in her bag and pulled out a manilla folder and handed it to Madok who quickly opened it and began reading the documents.
Madok: Interesting, so he knows the tag champs, and was brought in to do some shit with them, but ended up here in IWC...I wonder what his angle is and why he is here in the first place.
Nicky: I'd say he is here for competition...
Madok looked over at her and then grinned.
Madok: Yeah, most likely. Or he could be here for a chance to get some tail...I mean did you see that Arcadia chick she has a nice ra...
Madok looked at Nicky who was glaring holes through him as he let out a chuckle.
Madok: I'm only joking, Nicky. Chill out. I know he is here to compete and all, no need to give me the death stare. Anyway... this is the complete file?
Nicky nodded.
Madok: Good.
Madok looked out the tinted window see to the city outside and then raised a brow questioningly as he put the folder with the files in it next to him.
Madok: Where are we going, Nicky?
Nicky had been dragging Madok all over the city for meetings with local sellers in the city. It had been, so far, a long drawn out process that had bored Madok, and drained him of most of his energy and will power. Nicky looked at the pad in her hand which she had been writing things on and then quickly replied.
Nicky: We are going to go see a Mr. Stanley as of right now. He is a small time guy looking to increase his profits.
Madok: Cancel the appointment. I have better things to do with my time than deal with a low end guy who is most likely dirty.
Nicky: What do you mean, Mr. Mortalis?
Madok itched his arm as he began to relay the information that he had gathered on Mr. Stanley.
Madok: Back in Washington I was warned of this Mr. Stanley fellow. He has criminal ties and by ties I mean mob...gangs...hell could be selling to terrorists too. He has no honor or dignity and as such we will not be doing business with him. So cancel the meeting and tell him we don't deal with low life scum.
She nodded her head as she wrote that down too. Madok let out a long drawn out sigh as he rolled down the limo's passenger window and let the cold breeze in. Man did it feel good outside. He wanted to go out and train and do what he had to do for his upcoming match.
Madok: Drop me off around the corner and meet me at the hotel.
The driver didn't even ask why, as he had learned not to ask stupid questions during his tenure, and pulled around the corner dropping Madok off. Nicky looked at him in confusion as he got out of the limo and walked out into the cold brisk air.
Nicky: What are you doing, sir?
Nicky asked as she peered her head out the door to see what Madok was up to. Madok began to do some stretches as he gave her his answer.
Madok: Getting some last minute training in. I don't want to start slacking off now just because I was busy.
She nodded her head as she closed the door and the limo drove off. Madok continued to stretched as the limo disappeared far off into the distance. Madok would stop stretching, however and turn to look at the camera. The camera man gets the hint as he realizes that Madok is ready to speak to his opponent.
Madok: Well hello Rico, or moopy...poopy...soopy...doopy...or whatever the fuck you call yourself. I'm Madok Mortalis, the Cloud Chaser, and I am your opponent for Asylum this week. Now that we got that out of the way lets go ahead and dive right in because quite frankly I have a lot of ground to cover with you before this Sunday. First things first...beating up retarded people to make a point is not cool. I don't know what type of fucking message you are trying to get across and I don't really care. The fact of the matter is, beating up mentally handicapped, mask wearing freaks is wrong. Secondly, what the fuck are you on and where can I buy some? I mean honestly dude, I have never seen a man as boring as you before in my life, and I would love to get something to melo myself out for the coming business season. So if you could hook me up that would be great. Lastly, focus, that is all. You went on and on about a single fucking word and its' meaning for so long that I thought that suicide would have been the only way out of the hell that the bookers had surely shoved me into.
Honestly guy, spend less time describing yourself, and your message which no one cares about and more time focusing on me...your opponent for this week because frankly...I'm a beast. Don't let my lack of success fool you Goliath, I'm a God damn pro when it comes to wrestling, and I'm loved by quite a few of the local fans...namely the women, but that is beside the point. You on the other hand, no named henchmen number one, are a fucking joke. Quite honestly I can understand why you are a bodyguard now because speaking is clearly not your strong suit as everything you said was along the lines of: "I'm the best...suck my dick.". Personally, I laughed, and laughed, then drank some beer, then laughed some more. I mean is this the best the booking staff can fucking find for me? Captain Steroids over here will barely make me break a sweat, let alone make the few brain cells that are still sober in my head work hard on finding brilliant tactical strategies to decimate my opponent mentally and physically.
Madok begins to shake his head a bit as he begins to walk slowly in the direction that the limo had drove off toward.
Madok: It is down right sad really, you come out so ready to win, so "focused", and so determined, but yet you have so little to say. So little that I have not already heard before. I realize that me leaving the APW was cowardly and turning tail and leaving was definitely not what I wanted to do, but I had to. I knew the APW, at the time, didn't need me as much as my business ventures so I turned away. So what? Any man in my position, as CEO of a major weapons corporation, would make the same decision if he was smart. I wouldn't expect you to understand with your second grader's intellect as to why I did what I did even after my explanation. Now, Ajax, we are reaching the climax, and this is the part where I start really making you look bad if I haven't already. Which most likely to you it looks like you are fine, but to anyone intelligent they will have realized that without a doubt you are up shit creek without a paddle.
So listen up dumb fuck, because here comes the best part. You are going to lose Sunday. Why? Because you are a loose cannon. You are a man on the edge and that is why you will lose, no man on the edge can beat a rational minded individual with a calculated approach like me. I mean what have you done to prepare? Pumped weights? Reviewed almost year old film? Fucked a donkey? I hope to God you didn't do the last one, but I wouldn't put it by you not to. All in all that shit gets you no where. It is all about having a game plan and I...Madok Mortalis...have the perfect one to break down a nimrod like you who is just lucky enough to remember how to breathe let alone come up with a cunning strategy. Now will I tell you this beautiful plan? Fuck no. It is a surprise. Lets just say...I have put everything together and know your weaknesses. And I know this because....I'm the mother fucking Invoker.
I make things happen by using what I am given and what I have been given is information and from that information I have devised my plan. So come Sunday night...when you see my plan and the fans are watching...glued to their seats no doubt in awe at the aireal display of the Cloud Chaser...you will realize that there was nothing you could have done. That this "cowboy" is not riding into the sunset and that he is here to play for keeps. So rest assured that come Sunday night...you will get your competition alright, but that win you want is just not going to fucking happen. That is all I have to say for now, Rico. I await your not so intelligent rebutal and until then this is the Cloud Chaser, signing off for now....oh and one last thing Rico...Fuck off.
*The Scene Bursts to Static*
