Post by Nick Watson on Dec 17, 2010 22:19:01 GMT -4
*Long Island, New York, Present Day*
They had arrived in time to see him off, to see Mr. Main Event himself out of the hotel, and into the cold streets of Long Island. Pence had fun during his visit, Madok knew that, but he kept feeling like this whole IWC thing was putting a wedge between them. After all, unlike APW, IWC was local and did not move to new locations. It was an indy federation and there was no flash or pazzazz is was just a show that barely a few hundred people would watch, and that was on a packed night. Madok wanted to travel with Pence as he did before, spend time with his best friend, and enjoy his time, but Madok knew better. His time was not for enjoyment currently...it was for training. It was about preparing for the big night which was approaching ever so closely.
Madok now knew how Pence felt on those big days when he had defended against some unknown adversary for his title. It was a sense of anxiety and dread that could barely be overcame and at times could feel like some one was choking the life out of you. Madok, much like Pence, however was managing very well to hide the anxiety. He hid it behind his drinking and his comedy, but it was there. There was a lot at stake, a lot of dumb shit would have to be stopped before it even began on the nineteenth, and a lot of weight was being pushed down on Madok's shoulders. A few people in the crowd were hoping he could pull it off, the victory that is, and Madok was not going to disappoint. He was ready, at least he hoped he was ready.
Unlike Damian Dimitri who had been practicing his submission maneuvers, Madok had been practicing a series of fast paced combos that could create elimination opportunities for Madok to seize. Madok also had been doing some endurance building exercises to prep himself for the match at the end of the night because most likely afterwards he would be drained completely, but he would have to continue on if he hoped to be crowned the Insane Champion. Madok knew he had it in himself to win, but even though he was confident, much like Pence, he knew that anything could happen Sunday. Many variables were in place that could change the whole match for him and Madok had the troubling task of thinking about each and every one of them and how to counter them. It would not be easy to say the least, but Madok felt confident that if a scenario began that was not in his favor, Madok could take advantage of it, and change the tide.
Madok: Have a nice flight.
Pence: I will try, but no promises. I do have a big match and I doubt that I will be able to get any sleep on the plane.
Madok: Don't worry, you have been training hard. I'm pretty sure you can handle Biggs.
Pence: Lets hope so...anyway, seeya later, Madok.
Pence waved from the cab door as the cab drove off toward the airport, leaving Madok standing on the curb right next to his assistant, Nicky. Nicky walked over to the limo and opened the door as Madok walked over and got inside, Nicky would follow shortly after.
Madok: Jeremy, take us to the gym... I want to get in some last minute conditioning before the match.
Jeremy, Madok's driver, let out a grunt as he pulled away from the curb and toward the location of the gym that Madok had been training at for the battle royale and the Main Event. Madok had been going there for the past week, trying to prepare himself by building up a training regime that covered the major bases of wrestling. So far it had worked relatively well.
Nicky: Sir...do you mind me asking what you are going to do after the match this Sunday?
Madok looked over at Nicky with a grin.
Madok: Well celebrate Christmas...duh. Did you think I had forgotten about the whole holiday hubabaloo?
Nicky: Sometimes I wonder sir...
Madok: Trust me, I haven't forgotten. Just because this match is very big, it doesn't mean that I have been distracted from celebrating my favorite holiday besides St. Patrick's Day.
Madok rubbed his chin as he thought about what he would do first when he returned home for Christmas. Most likely he would put up the Christmas tree he put on back-order and decorate. Then he would send out invitations, calling all of the people he knew, and called friends over for a big celebration. He knew Pence and many others would be there, after all he always seemed to draw a crowd to his parties. After that he would wait to Christmas day and much like any Christmas day he would open presents given to him by friends and then go about his merry way.
Madok: Its funny...
Nicky: Whats that sir?
Madok: Its' funny what the holidays can do to some people. Some people are the kindest they can be during these holidays and others...well others turn into the biggest creepazoids that this planet has ever seen. Take Damian Dimitri. He is an outright creeper. Chasing little kids around, masquerading it as helping her doing things, but in reality he is only looking for one thing. A quick fix to his needs and desires.
Madok looks over to Nicky who is looking at him with a weird glare.
Madok: I bet you didn't know that he was a closet pedophile. I knew something was off inside his head as soon as I saw his cheesy hair cut and his dialogue stolen straight out of every character that is portrayed as a dicks scripts. This guy is a whack job who should be in prison, but isn't...want to know why? The biasness of those affiliated with the Blackwells. Damian gets off scotch free for his sick fucking needs while all he has to do is take orders like a good little soldier. No pun intended. Or maybe there is quite a bit of pun intended. I mean, if he is the future then I want no part of that shit. Sick fucking faggot. Where does he get off by the way! Calling me immature. Please, look at that kids' fucking hair, he looks like he just popped out of the womb a twenty something year old man or some shit. For fuck's sake! I mean I don't fucking care if he calls me immature or not.... I call the facts right down the middle. This guy is a grade "A" piece of fail and should be put down rather than put up. This guy has no future in this business especially if his best comeback has to do with my jokes being unfunny...which of course is a God damn lie. Everyone knows I'm by far the funniest son of a bitch to ever lace up a pair of boots.
So fuck his reality. And as far as him eliminating me first, he might as well just shut himself the fuck up because that shit is not going to happen. But that's what happens when you fight cripples...you forget what real competition is when it is talking to you. Guess I've got to give Damian a wake up call? Eh?
Madok shrugs his shoulders as he begins again this time starting with a laugh.
Madok: Then we got James Chambers. The big beluga whale trying to talk shit about me. Quite funny actually. First of all, James needs to take note that APW stars are not called superstars, but megastars. Secondly James Chambers needs to get his head out of his ass and realize that no one is Pence Weatherlight puppy and that if James wants the position so badly he can go ahead and apply just like every other girl. Lastly, James needs to realize that all of his past exploits are not going to prepare him for a match like this and that this "empty skull" of mine still has more brain matter than his skull. I mean honestly, James Chambers is by far the guy who has put out the most creativity in terms of trashing me, but doesn't seem to be on my level yet. I hear he was some big powerful guy in EWC, but right now he seems like he is still trying to find that spark. Not that it surprises me in the least.
James could be my biggest threat if he didn't underestimate me like he does. Hell even though I say the shit that I do, I still recognize a threat when I see it and Jimmy is quite possibly the most logical guy who can put me down. Damian on the other hand could not clean my shoes, let alone eliminate me, and that is a fact. He is too fixated on trying to make me submit...
Madok shivers at the mere thought of submitting to someone like Damian Dimitri.
Madok: Once again, I find myself wondering why he is employed here.
Nicky: I could look it up for you, sir.
Madok: Please, do. The guy creeps me the fuck out with that grin and that hair cut and his allegiances and his needs to make others "tap out". Anyway before I went off rambling we were talking about the holidays. Well I'm hoping the holidays will be fun, you know. There is a lot of stuff I want to do. Big parties, get togethers, and the whole shibang. I love this holiday and what would make it even better is if I could win the Insane Championship before Christmas. I mean can you just think about how much of a holly jolly Christmas I would be having then!? Lets just say every day would be a miniature celebration to me. Of course there are obstacles though. Trevor Blackwell, the long haired fairy boy for instance could pose a great deal of trouble if he aims to use the full force of the fairy squad against me.
I mean how can this match be fair if I have to look over my shoulder every two seconds to make sure that Damian is not trying to rape me. The deck is clearly stacked and we all know that if I don't win the battle royale then certainly Blackwell is just going to coast to the title without much of a problem. Then of course there is Jason Royce or Chris Cyrus. These two could literally just explode in the ring with how much pent up frustration both of them have. Cyrus hates Trevor, Royce hates Trevor, Cyrus hates me, and Royce hates everyone. I mean honestly this is like a walking, talking, and kicking bomb of fuck that could make it into the match. Lastly there is Delilah and Arcadia who could make it in. Both of which are bangable...hell if they would let me I would do it to both of them at the same time, but that is beside the point. The point is, both of them are talented athletes with their own strengths and weaknesses and at any moment they could explode and pull out a huge victory...I would not put it by them.
Of course this all pending on if I can win the battle royale. There are still a few people who have not sent out any material. These people are the wild cards and at any moment they could be on top of their game and giving us all a huge problem. I know the odds are that things are going to be difficult, but I have to win. I have to wipe those smug ass grins off the faces of each and every opponent I face Sunday. Especially Damian's. That grin is the grin of a child molester and we can't have that holding up a title at the end of the night that is for certain.
The limo stops as Madok looks out to see the gym, a grin crosses his face as he opens the door, and walks out into the cold. He looks around for a moment and then opens the door to the gym, looking to see that no one is around before turning to look at Nicky inside the limo.
Madok: Go back to the hotel. I will see you in about a few hours.
Nicky nods, knowing better than to question Madok when he has training on his mind. She closes the door that he opened as Madok watches the limo drive away. Madok looks into the camera next to him for a second and then begins to speak again.
Madok: I have a few things left to say before the feed is cut. One thing that I want to say is...I am disappointed in the turn-out so far. Not only has no one, but a handful sent in anything at all, but the majority of you have seemingly forgotten that you all have a role to play in the show. All of you signed on the dotted line to become IWC superstars, you didn't have to, but you did....and now some of you have chosen to just fade away. To disappear without so much as a warning. I say fuck each and every single one of you. You guys let down the corporation as much as you let yourselves down...so to you I have only two words to say to you...fuck off. Then lastly, this is to the Blackwell camp.
If you so much as make one mistake...one mistake Sunday night...I will thrash you. I will leave you nothing more than broken bags of bones that at one time or another could have been considered human beings. So don't fuck with me gentlemen and lady because I'm Madok Mortalis, the Cloud Chaser, and I always come through with my promises. Oh and to the Blackwell camp, I do have two words for you as well...fuck off. Oh and by the way...Damian if I had truly wanted to get more creative...I could have. The problem is, you are boring. You tire me and I have no reason...none what so ever to think outside of the box when you have the talent of a gnat and the mic-skills of a rock. Anyway, to all you fans, two words....Merry Christmas.
The scene fades to black on Madok waving to the camera. On the screen the words "Merry Christmas" in green and red appears as the scene completely fades.
*Scene fades to black*
They had arrived in time to see him off, to see Mr. Main Event himself out of the hotel, and into the cold streets of Long Island. Pence had fun during his visit, Madok knew that, but he kept feeling like this whole IWC thing was putting a wedge between them. After all, unlike APW, IWC was local and did not move to new locations. It was an indy federation and there was no flash or pazzazz is was just a show that barely a few hundred people would watch, and that was on a packed night. Madok wanted to travel with Pence as he did before, spend time with his best friend, and enjoy his time, but Madok knew better. His time was not for enjoyment currently...it was for training. It was about preparing for the big night which was approaching ever so closely.
Madok now knew how Pence felt on those big days when he had defended against some unknown adversary for his title. It was a sense of anxiety and dread that could barely be overcame and at times could feel like some one was choking the life out of you. Madok, much like Pence, however was managing very well to hide the anxiety. He hid it behind his drinking and his comedy, but it was there. There was a lot at stake, a lot of dumb shit would have to be stopped before it even began on the nineteenth, and a lot of weight was being pushed down on Madok's shoulders. A few people in the crowd were hoping he could pull it off, the victory that is, and Madok was not going to disappoint. He was ready, at least he hoped he was ready.
Unlike Damian Dimitri who had been practicing his submission maneuvers, Madok had been practicing a series of fast paced combos that could create elimination opportunities for Madok to seize. Madok also had been doing some endurance building exercises to prep himself for the match at the end of the night because most likely afterwards he would be drained completely, but he would have to continue on if he hoped to be crowned the Insane Champion. Madok knew he had it in himself to win, but even though he was confident, much like Pence, he knew that anything could happen Sunday. Many variables were in place that could change the whole match for him and Madok had the troubling task of thinking about each and every one of them and how to counter them. It would not be easy to say the least, but Madok felt confident that if a scenario began that was not in his favor, Madok could take advantage of it, and change the tide.
Madok: Have a nice flight.
Pence: I will try, but no promises. I do have a big match and I doubt that I will be able to get any sleep on the plane.
Madok: Don't worry, you have been training hard. I'm pretty sure you can handle Biggs.
Pence: Lets hope so...anyway, seeya later, Madok.
Pence waved from the cab door as the cab drove off toward the airport, leaving Madok standing on the curb right next to his assistant, Nicky. Nicky walked over to the limo and opened the door as Madok walked over and got inside, Nicky would follow shortly after.
Madok: Jeremy, take us to the gym... I want to get in some last minute conditioning before the match.
Jeremy, Madok's driver, let out a grunt as he pulled away from the curb and toward the location of the gym that Madok had been training at for the battle royale and the Main Event. Madok had been going there for the past week, trying to prepare himself by building up a training regime that covered the major bases of wrestling. So far it had worked relatively well.
Nicky: Sir...do you mind me asking what you are going to do after the match this Sunday?
Madok looked over at Nicky with a grin.
Madok: Well celebrate Christmas...duh. Did you think I had forgotten about the whole holiday hubabaloo?
Nicky: Sometimes I wonder sir...
Madok: Trust me, I haven't forgotten. Just because this match is very big, it doesn't mean that I have been distracted from celebrating my favorite holiday besides St. Patrick's Day.
Madok rubbed his chin as he thought about what he would do first when he returned home for Christmas. Most likely he would put up the Christmas tree he put on back-order and decorate. Then he would send out invitations, calling all of the people he knew, and called friends over for a big celebration. He knew Pence and many others would be there, after all he always seemed to draw a crowd to his parties. After that he would wait to Christmas day and much like any Christmas day he would open presents given to him by friends and then go about his merry way.
Madok: Its funny...
Nicky: Whats that sir?
Madok: Its' funny what the holidays can do to some people. Some people are the kindest they can be during these holidays and others...well others turn into the biggest creepazoids that this planet has ever seen. Take Damian Dimitri. He is an outright creeper. Chasing little kids around, masquerading it as helping her doing things, but in reality he is only looking for one thing. A quick fix to his needs and desires.
Madok looks over to Nicky who is looking at him with a weird glare.
Madok: I bet you didn't know that he was a closet pedophile. I knew something was off inside his head as soon as I saw his cheesy hair cut and his dialogue stolen straight out of every character that is portrayed as a dicks scripts. This guy is a whack job who should be in prison, but isn't...want to know why? The biasness of those affiliated with the Blackwells. Damian gets off scotch free for his sick fucking needs while all he has to do is take orders like a good little soldier. No pun intended. Or maybe there is quite a bit of pun intended. I mean, if he is the future then I want no part of that shit. Sick fucking faggot. Where does he get off by the way! Calling me immature. Please, look at that kids' fucking hair, he looks like he just popped out of the womb a twenty something year old man or some shit. For fuck's sake! I mean I don't fucking care if he calls me immature or not.... I call the facts right down the middle. This guy is a grade "A" piece of fail and should be put down rather than put up. This guy has no future in this business especially if his best comeback has to do with my jokes being unfunny...which of course is a God damn lie. Everyone knows I'm by far the funniest son of a bitch to ever lace up a pair of boots.
So fuck his reality. And as far as him eliminating me first, he might as well just shut himself the fuck up because that shit is not going to happen. But that's what happens when you fight cripples...you forget what real competition is when it is talking to you. Guess I've got to give Damian a wake up call? Eh?
Madok shrugs his shoulders as he begins again this time starting with a laugh.
Madok: Then we got James Chambers. The big beluga whale trying to talk shit about me. Quite funny actually. First of all, James needs to take note that APW stars are not called superstars, but megastars. Secondly James Chambers needs to get his head out of his ass and realize that no one is Pence Weatherlight puppy and that if James wants the position so badly he can go ahead and apply just like every other girl. Lastly, James needs to realize that all of his past exploits are not going to prepare him for a match like this and that this "empty skull" of mine still has more brain matter than his skull. I mean honestly, James Chambers is by far the guy who has put out the most creativity in terms of trashing me, but doesn't seem to be on my level yet. I hear he was some big powerful guy in EWC, but right now he seems like he is still trying to find that spark. Not that it surprises me in the least.
James could be my biggest threat if he didn't underestimate me like he does. Hell even though I say the shit that I do, I still recognize a threat when I see it and Jimmy is quite possibly the most logical guy who can put me down. Damian on the other hand could not clean my shoes, let alone eliminate me, and that is a fact. He is too fixated on trying to make me submit...
Madok shivers at the mere thought of submitting to someone like Damian Dimitri.
Madok: Once again, I find myself wondering why he is employed here.
Nicky: I could look it up for you, sir.
Madok: Please, do. The guy creeps me the fuck out with that grin and that hair cut and his allegiances and his needs to make others "tap out". Anyway before I went off rambling we were talking about the holidays. Well I'm hoping the holidays will be fun, you know. There is a lot of stuff I want to do. Big parties, get togethers, and the whole shibang. I love this holiday and what would make it even better is if I could win the Insane Championship before Christmas. I mean can you just think about how much of a holly jolly Christmas I would be having then!? Lets just say every day would be a miniature celebration to me. Of course there are obstacles though. Trevor Blackwell, the long haired fairy boy for instance could pose a great deal of trouble if he aims to use the full force of the fairy squad against me.
I mean how can this match be fair if I have to look over my shoulder every two seconds to make sure that Damian is not trying to rape me. The deck is clearly stacked and we all know that if I don't win the battle royale then certainly Blackwell is just going to coast to the title without much of a problem. Then of course there is Jason Royce or Chris Cyrus. These two could literally just explode in the ring with how much pent up frustration both of them have. Cyrus hates Trevor, Royce hates Trevor, Cyrus hates me, and Royce hates everyone. I mean honestly this is like a walking, talking, and kicking bomb of fuck that could make it into the match. Lastly there is Delilah and Arcadia who could make it in. Both of which are bangable...hell if they would let me I would do it to both of them at the same time, but that is beside the point. The point is, both of them are talented athletes with their own strengths and weaknesses and at any moment they could explode and pull out a huge victory...I would not put it by them.
Of course this all pending on if I can win the battle royale. There are still a few people who have not sent out any material. These people are the wild cards and at any moment they could be on top of their game and giving us all a huge problem. I know the odds are that things are going to be difficult, but I have to win. I have to wipe those smug ass grins off the faces of each and every opponent I face Sunday. Especially Damian's. That grin is the grin of a child molester and we can't have that holding up a title at the end of the night that is for certain.
The limo stops as Madok looks out to see the gym, a grin crosses his face as he opens the door, and walks out into the cold. He looks around for a moment and then opens the door to the gym, looking to see that no one is around before turning to look at Nicky inside the limo.
Madok: Go back to the hotel. I will see you in about a few hours.
Nicky nods, knowing better than to question Madok when he has training on his mind. She closes the door that he opened as Madok watches the limo drive away. Madok looks into the camera next to him for a second and then begins to speak again.
Madok: I have a few things left to say before the feed is cut. One thing that I want to say is...I am disappointed in the turn-out so far. Not only has no one, but a handful sent in anything at all, but the majority of you have seemingly forgotten that you all have a role to play in the show. All of you signed on the dotted line to become IWC superstars, you didn't have to, but you did....and now some of you have chosen to just fade away. To disappear without so much as a warning. I say fuck each and every single one of you. You guys let down the corporation as much as you let yourselves down...so to you I have only two words to say to you...fuck off. Then lastly, this is to the Blackwell camp.
If you so much as make one mistake...one mistake Sunday night...I will thrash you. I will leave you nothing more than broken bags of bones that at one time or another could have been considered human beings. So don't fuck with me gentlemen and lady because I'm Madok Mortalis, the Cloud Chaser, and I always come through with my promises. Oh and to the Blackwell camp, I do have two words for you as well...fuck off. Oh and by the way...Damian if I had truly wanted to get more creative...I could have. The problem is, you are boring. You tire me and I have no reason...none what so ever to think outside of the box when you have the talent of a gnat and the mic-skills of a rock. Anyway, to all you fans, two words....Merry Christmas.
The scene fades to black on Madok waving to the camera. On the screen the words "Merry Christmas" in green and red appears as the scene completely fades.
*Scene fades to black*
