Post by Nick Watson on Dec 5, 2010 20:00:07 GMT -4
*Long Island, New York*
The room was going to be packed and a sell out crowd was predicted for this airing of Asylum. So far a few seats were filled, mostly with scouts looking to pull in fresh blood from the IWC franchise on to their show. Madok Mortalis, however wasn't interested in the scouts however, oh no. He was interested in the two hot blonds who were sitting ring side looking at him and giggling. He grinned and gave them a wave, they waved at him back, and then giggled some more. He wondered if they were laughing at him or maybe they were looking for some action from one of the elite superstars that IWC had. Oh how he hoped that they wanted action because at this point Madok was a rocket ready to explode. They were both relatively attractive. All the right curves in all of the right places, just the way he liked them. He made his way over, skipping a bit as he did so, and his grin not leaving his face the whole time.
Both of the ladies gave an expression of delight as he neared and when he arrived one of the two spoke to him. This specific girl wore a t-shirt that had already been made by the APW marketing staff "I'm an Invoker mark...so fuck you!" written across the t-shirt that was straining to hold back the impressive rack on this specific lady.
Girl #1: Hello.
Madok: I couldn't help, but notice that you two girls were checking me out over there....do you happen to be fans of the show?
The second girl, this one wearing a "Which Weatherlight are you?" t-shirt, nodded her head.
Girl #2: Oh yes, we always try to be at the show.
Girl #1: And we are both pretty big fans of yours....we just love the way you are so open in the way you talk and act. Your whole anti-censoring campaign is quite remarkable.
Madok leaned against the railing in front of him and let out a polite laugh.
Madok: Well thank you ladies, that means a lot to me. I've always been rather open with the way I am and I try to be extremely vocal when it comes to censoring the shows we all know and love.
Girl #2: It is a good cause.
Madok: Indeed it is. Maybe after the show, I could take you out for drinks, and maybe a little fun afterwards?
The girls looked at each other and began to murmur amongst themselves as Madok awaited their responses. Finally they nodded their heads and turned to look at Madok again, giving him an answer.
Girl #1: Sure, we would love to. Where do we meet you after the show?
Just as Madok was about to answer the two beautiful ladies, Nicky, Madok's personal assistant arrived with documents in hands that she needed Madok to look over.
Nicky: Mr. Mortalis...
Madok would try his best to shoo her off as he turned his head back and then began to speak to her in a low tone.
Madok: Not now...hot chicks...
Nicky looked at the girls and then shook her head as she grabbed hold of Madok's shoulder and turned him around to look her square in the face.
Nicky: Mr. Mortalis...we have important business to take care of. So please stop fraternizing with these ladies and come back to the locker room to work on these documents.
Madok growled in frustration and then turned back to the ladies.
Madok: Ladies, excuse me for just one moment.
The first girl leaned over the railing and kissed Madok on the cheek and then leaned back in her chair. She would then give Madok a wink and then reply seductively.
Girl #1: Don't keep us waiting, stud.
Madok got shivers down his spine in anticipation of the night that he was going to have as he turned around and walked off with Nicky in a sort of fowl mood. Nicky had always been a spoil sport to him and as such she was usually the only reason Madok got any work done in the first place involving the company. They exited through the curtain to the backstage area which was filled with people working on technical work. Mostly lighting and other snazzy things that Madok had no clue about. As they neared the locker room, Nicky pulled him aside, and handed him the folder.
Nicky: In this folder are several documents on Rico Casteel and his MMA career. Put it good use.
Madok: You brought me back here just for that? The fuck is wrong with you. Could this not have waited till I was done talking with those two fine chicks?
Nicky: Do you realize just how little time there is left before the show starts. You are in the second match of the night...not the Main Event.
Madok: Why does that matter...
Nicky: Just please read the file and stop asking questions!
Madok nodded his head as Nicky walked off, leaving him in the hall holding the file with all the paperwork on the MMA career of Rico. He had requested this earlier, but apparently it took them a long time to find any dirt on him. Now Madok had the last piece of the puzzle and surely with this last piece he would be able to make his plan a reality. In this document were injury reports, scouting reports, and overviews of matches that Rico had participated in. Needless to say this file was the Holy grail that Madok had been looking for. He opened it up and began to review the details of the files, making sure to pay close attention to the specific details. After about ten minutes, Madok walked inside the locker room and put the file down on one of the benches as he began to get dressed in his in-ring clothes. Pulling the blue vest on and buttoning up, and slipping off his jeans to put on the shorts that he usually wore for his matches. After lacing up his boots, Madok picked up the file, and walked back out through the doorway to the ring which was now surrounded by fans who were just waiting for the show to come on. Madok took his time coming out as the fans cheered, Madok continued to read the file with a look of interest on his face before finally stopping in front of the ring. He would grab a microphone from a nearby worker and then make his way into the ring.
The fans were ready and Madok could feel that, hell he was ready, and as he looked over to ringside the two beautiful ladies looked at him with wide grins. Madok grinned back and then put the microphone to his lips.
Madok: Case file #43, Rico Casteel.
The fans grew quiet as they listened to what Madok was about to say.
Madok: Rico displays an innate desire to over-exert himself and injure his opponents for no reason. This could be due to a not so good child-hood or could even be do to sexual dysfunction. The fact of the matter is...Rico Casteel is not deserving of an opportunity in a company until he learns to fly straight and control his anger. Otherwise he is a walking talking time bomb.
Madok threw the file on the floor and then said.
Madok: Good shit...that file is straight from a psychiatrist by the name of Albert Maxwell. A man who I trust as he has helped me through the traumatic stages of my life. As Al has said...Rico is a walking talking time bomb, but not because he is an explosive wrestler, but because he has anger issues that may or may not endanger anyone who will fight him. Its funny really...you know...to what lengths having a small dick can drive you.
The fans applaud and laugh loudly as Madok shrugs his shoulders and continues.
Madok: You see folks...when I don't get a rebuttal, I have to dig up things, and I have to gather my own material. And lets face it...I'm a rude guy and could give less than a shit about this man's personal life. Loose cannon or not he is responsible for injuring one of his opponents and as such was banned from MMA for a considerable amount of time, but yet...here he is! Fighting in the IWC...hell I don't feel safe....hell I don't think anyone in this room should feel safe tonight. Quite honestly this was a major mistake to even give this neanderthal the opportunity to become an IWC superstar. It is absurd to think that this fuck can just walk in and sign up without anyone putting out a red flag. I mean this guy goes by the nickname the LOOSE CANNON! I mean how loud do I have to say it before it reaches through the people in charge's thick skulls?
Anyway... I guess it doesn't matter now does it? I have to fight him tonight and put him away tonight...so I guess I just have to live with a little bit of danger in my life. I guess that is fine since tonight it doesn't matter how much he struggles or tries to fight because this guy is not going to be intimidated by some no-name thug. I for one am going to stand up against him and knock him down a few pegs because right now the only one who is touching the clouds above this arena is me! Madok Mortalis, the Cloud Chaser....the one and fucking only. So see you later tonight, guys...oh and Rico...fuck off.
The scene bursts to static as Madok leaves the ring.
*scene bursts to static*
The room was going to be packed and a sell out crowd was predicted for this airing of Asylum. So far a few seats were filled, mostly with scouts looking to pull in fresh blood from the IWC franchise on to their show. Madok Mortalis, however wasn't interested in the scouts however, oh no. He was interested in the two hot blonds who were sitting ring side looking at him and giggling. He grinned and gave them a wave, they waved at him back, and then giggled some more. He wondered if they were laughing at him or maybe they were looking for some action from one of the elite superstars that IWC had. Oh how he hoped that they wanted action because at this point Madok was a rocket ready to explode. They were both relatively attractive. All the right curves in all of the right places, just the way he liked them. He made his way over, skipping a bit as he did so, and his grin not leaving his face the whole time.
Both of the ladies gave an expression of delight as he neared and when he arrived one of the two spoke to him. This specific girl wore a t-shirt that had already been made by the APW marketing staff "I'm an Invoker mark...so fuck you!" written across the t-shirt that was straining to hold back the impressive rack on this specific lady.
Girl #1: Hello.
Madok: I couldn't help, but notice that you two girls were checking me out over there....do you happen to be fans of the show?
The second girl, this one wearing a "Which Weatherlight are you?" t-shirt, nodded her head.
Girl #2: Oh yes, we always try to be at the show.
Girl #1: And we are both pretty big fans of yours....we just love the way you are so open in the way you talk and act. Your whole anti-censoring campaign is quite remarkable.
Madok leaned against the railing in front of him and let out a polite laugh.
Madok: Well thank you ladies, that means a lot to me. I've always been rather open with the way I am and I try to be extremely vocal when it comes to censoring the shows we all know and love.
Girl #2: It is a good cause.
Madok: Indeed it is. Maybe after the show, I could take you out for drinks, and maybe a little fun afterwards?
The girls looked at each other and began to murmur amongst themselves as Madok awaited their responses. Finally they nodded their heads and turned to look at Madok again, giving him an answer.
Girl #1: Sure, we would love to. Where do we meet you after the show?
Just as Madok was about to answer the two beautiful ladies, Nicky, Madok's personal assistant arrived with documents in hands that she needed Madok to look over.
Nicky: Mr. Mortalis...
Madok would try his best to shoo her off as he turned his head back and then began to speak to her in a low tone.
Madok: Not now...hot chicks...
Nicky looked at the girls and then shook her head as she grabbed hold of Madok's shoulder and turned him around to look her square in the face.
Nicky: Mr. Mortalis...we have important business to take care of. So please stop fraternizing with these ladies and come back to the locker room to work on these documents.
Madok growled in frustration and then turned back to the ladies.
Madok: Ladies, excuse me for just one moment.
The first girl leaned over the railing and kissed Madok on the cheek and then leaned back in her chair. She would then give Madok a wink and then reply seductively.
Girl #1: Don't keep us waiting, stud.
Madok got shivers down his spine in anticipation of the night that he was going to have as he turned around and walked off with Nicky in a sort of fowl mood. Nicky had always been a spoil sport to him and as such she was usually the only reason Madok got any work done in the first place involving the company. They exited through the curtain to the backstage area which was filled with people working on technical work. Mostly lighting and other snazzy things that Madok had no clue about. As they neared the locker room, Nicky pulled him aside, and handed him the folder.
Nicky: In this folder are several documents on Rico Casteel and his MMA career. Put it good use.
Madok: You brought me back here just for that? The fuck is wrong with you. Could this not have waited till I was done talking with those two fine chicks?
Nicky: Do you realize just how little time there is left before the show starts. You are in the second match of the night...not the Main Event.
Madok: Why does that matter...
Nicky: Just please read the file and stop asking questions!
Madok nodded his head as Nicky walked off, leaving him in the hall holding the file with all the paperwork on the MMA career of Rico. He had requested this earlier, but apparently it took them a long time to find any dirt on him. Now Madok had the last piece of the puzzle and surely with this last piece he would be able to make his plan a reality. In this document were injury reports, scouting reports, and overviews of matches that Rico had participated in. Needless to say this file was the Holy grail that Madok had been looking for. He opened it up and began to review the details of the files, making sure to pay close attention to the specific details. After about ten minutes, Madok walked inside the locker room and put the file down on one of the benches as he began to get dressed in his in-ring clothes. Pulling the blue vest on and buttoning up, and slipping off his jeans to put on the shorts that he usually wore for his matches. After lacing up his boots, Madok picked up the file, and walked back out through the doorway to the ring which was now surrounded by fans who were just waiting for the show to come on. Madok took his time coming out as the fans cheered, Madok continued to read the file with a look of interest on his face before finally stopping in front of the ring. He would grab a microphone from a nearby worker and then make his way into the ring.
The fans were ready and Madok could feel that, hell he was ready, and as he looked over to ringside the two beautiful ladies looked at him with wide grins. Madok grinned back and then put the microphone to his lips.
Madok: Case file #43, Rico Casteel.
The fans grew quiet as they listened to what Madok was about to say.
Madok: Rico displays an innate desire to over-exert himself and injure his opponents for no reason. This could be due to a not so good child-hood or could even be do to sexual dysfunction. The fact of the matter is...Rico Casteel is not deserving of an opportunity in a company until he learns to fly straight and control his anger. Otherwise he is a walking talking time bomb.
Madok threw the file on the floor and then said.
Madok: Good shit...that file is straight from a psychiatrist by the name of Albert Maxwell. A man who I trust as he has helped me through the traumatic stages of my life. As Al has said...Rico is a walking talking time bomb, but not because he is an explosive wrestler, but because he has anger issues that may or may not endanger anyone who will fight him. Its funny really...you know...to what lengths having a small dick can drive you.
The fans applaud and laugh loudly as Madok shrugs his shoulders and continues.
Madok: You see folks...when I don't get a rebuttal, I have to dig up things, and I have to gather my own material. And lets face it...I'm a rude guy and could give less than a shit about this man's personal life. Loose cannon or not he is responsible for injuring one of his opponents and as such was banned from MMA for a considerable amount of time, but yet...here he is! Fighting in the IWC...hell I don't feel safe....hell I don't think anyone in this room should feel safe tonight. Quite honestly this was a major mistake to even give this neanderthal the opportunity to become an IWC superstar. It is absurd to think that this fuck can just walk in and sign up without anyone putting out a red flag. I mean this guy goes by the nickname the LOOSE CANNON! I mean how loud do I have to say it before it reaches through the people in charge's thick skulls?
Anyway... I guess it doesn't matter now does it? I have to fight him tonight and put him away tonight...so I guess I just have to live with a little bit of danger in my life. I guess that is fine since tonight it doesn't matter how much he struggles or tries to fight because this guy is not going to be intimidated by some no-name thug. I for one am going to stand up against him and knock him down a few pegs because right now the only one who is touching the clouds above this arena is me! Madok Mortalis, the Cloud Chaser....the one and fucking only. So see you later tonight, guys...oh and Rico...fuck off.
The scene bursts to static as Madok leaves the ring.
*scene bursts to static*
