Post by Nick Watson on Feb 12, 2011 22:59:30 GMT -4
*Local Bar, New York, Present Day*
"Hurry up, we don't have all day!"
The scene opens up on Madok sitting at a table with a group of local drunkards. He looks deep in thought as he looks at the hand he has been dealt, the camera tries to show what he has, but Madok make sure that they can't by putting his hand down face down.
"Don't rush me. You are only going to make me take longer and unless you guys want to be here all night then I suggest that you just let me take my God damn time. Jeeze."
The drunkards murmur things under their breath, but Madok is back to his train of thought. He lifts up his hand again and then looks around the table. He reads each of their faces, making sure to play close attention to their facial reactions. Madok notices the drunkard at the end of the table twitch. This was all he needed.
"I will call."
The drunkard at the end of the table, the only other man with a hand as everyone else had folded, quickly showed signs of concern as he put his cards on the table. A pair, a simple, and pathetic pair. Madok's face burst out into a display of joviallance as he slammed his own cards on the table, a three of a kind. The drunkard cursed as Madok reached over and grabbed the hundred dollars in the center of the table.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
"Damn, that is two hands in a row that I have been beat. How the hell can you read me like that?"
"Trade secret my inebriated friend."
The drunk looked at him in confusion, most likely wondering what the word inebriated meant. Madok shook his head. Why did he always hang out in these place? He had no clue, but it was fun taking people's money, especially those who were willing to fall for his trap. Madok was a deceptively good gambler. He always seemed to find a way to trick people into playing him in a game of card and then another way to steal their cash. Some would call him a con-man, but Madok didn't think that way. He felt more like a liberator than anything else. Liberating money from the drunken fools that wanted to play him to be exact.
"Next hand?"
The people around the table were skeptical at first to if they wanted to give this another go, but soon they all began to throw their money in. Madok let the man who had just lost shuffle, it was to ensure that people didn't think he was a cheat, and he was fine with that even if he didn't care what these oafs thought.
"Are you quite done?"
Madok sat up straight and turned to see Nicky, all of the men in the bar began to whistle at Nicky like dogs barking at fresh meat. Madok looked at her for a second, realizing she had dressed up quite a bit, and for a second he wondered why, but then it occurred to him. He brought his hand to his face and then quickly chuckled.
"I'm sorry I forgot why I am here fellas. Here. Drinks are on me."
Madok got up from the table and put four hundred bills on the table, walking toward Nicky, and extending his elbow like a gentlemen would.
"Shall we?"
She let out a huff as she took it and both of them walked off and out the door. It was pretty damn cold outside, but Madok couldn't tell because of his thick jacket. He looked over to Nicky to see that she was shivering and then without hesitation removed his jacket, and put it around her.
"Can't have you catching a cold, can we?"
She looked at him with a look of thanks, but didn't say anything until they were half-way to the limo.
"You know you didn't have to take me out if you didn't want to..."
"What type of guy do you think I am?"
She looked at him for a second and Madok chuckled.
"Alright, don't answer that question. But what type of guy would I be if I didn't take a girl out for her birthday?"
"A rather bad one?"
He grinned as he opened the door for her, letting her slide in before he himself got in. After he closed the door behind him, the driver would start the car, and begin the long drive back to Nicky's apartment. Madok and Nicky remained rather quiet during the drive, neither one knowing what to say to each other. Madok had never been out socially with Nicky, and the same could be said likewise for Nicky. After about thirty minutes they arrived at the apartment complex and Madok got out of the car to let Nicky out. Nicky slipped out with a grin on her face as Madok walked her to her door. As they reached the door there was a few awkward moments of silence between the two as Madok began to sway back and forth.
"Well...thanks for that lovely time, Mr. Mortalis."
"Please...stop calling me that. Mr. Mortalis was my father, call me Madok. Everyone else does. Why can't you?"
"I'm sorry, just not used to calling my boss on a first name basis...Madok. Anyway, this is where I live."
Madok looked at her door and then back to her. He didn't know what to do right now. Most of his past experiences were him getting invited in and now he didn't know what would happen.
"Good night, Madok."
She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek before opening the door and entering her apartment. He felt something weird as she closed the door, a sort of delight. What the fuck was this? Was he starting to have feelings? Was he starting to care for people. If that was the case then his job might be in jeopardy, but yet...
"Good night."
Madok said to the door as he began to walk back to the limo. He would stop on the final step and then take a seat, he would look directly into the camera.
"So...let me get this straight...on the last episode of Asylum you two fuck faces attack me and now you are using me as some sort of guniea pig for your fucking team? As if I'm some kind of novice prick who can easily be beaten by two bumbling idiots like yourselves? I mean, don't get me wrong you two are pretty much made for each other. One of you is an old fuck and the other is a young fuck who thinks he is worth something. Or maybe he doesn't? I couldn't really tell by how much he pissed and moaned about how he wanted to do more than just be forgotten. Boo fucking hoo...Grow a pair of testicles and do something productive. For fuck's sake if you spent half as much time on training as you did on bitching you would be in tip-top shape, but fuck that...oh no, we want to bitch, we want to complain, and we want to moan. And Gambler...your prime is over, so fuck off.
I would hate to have to kick and old man's ass, but it seems like I have no other choice, but then again you need a reality check! I mean this team may seem great to you guys...well maybe to you, but doesn't it seem like Gambler is simply piggybacking himself on to Bobby's legacy? I mean am I the only one here who sees this old fuck as a Rick Flair type guy trying to build himself up on the back of others? Maybe I'm just imagining things...I mean it is possible, but what exactly has Gambler done for this show that makes him better than me? I mean, I haven't seen shit from him that tells me he is worth a damn. He keeps falling short and now I guess, that maybe out of desperation, he forms this group with Bodacious, which by the way...what type of last name is Bodacious? I know I'm one to talk, but come on! I have never and I mean never heard of a fucking family who call themselves the Bodaciouses....anyway....this week Reginald has put you up against me. Regardless of your past or your future, the definite is you fight me at Asylum, but will I be alone?"
Madok grins as he lets the realization for the two of them seep in.
"Do you guys not know who I'm the manager of? Pence fucking Weatherlight, the biggest and baddest mother fucker in APW? Seriously? Do you guys think he won't be there in my corner watching my back just in case you guys try to retire me early? Trust me when I say this....me and Pence have been over everything and he has agreed to come...now what that means for you two is your both fucked. Hell, try one illegal tactic, pull out one weapon, and your head is off your shoulders with a powerful clothesline or your broken in half like a twig by a might spear. Pence has done it and will do it for a long time to come so I look forward to you guys taking advantage of the situation...I dare you to try because quite honestly there is no way I can lose...because in this organization I'm the house and the house always wins. Goodnight gentlemen...enjoy your planning while it lasts, because on Sunday...Everything and I mean everything....is going out the window and until then....you guys can just go fuck off!"
The scene fades as Madok flicks off the camera.
*Scene Fades to Black*
"Hurry up, we don't have all day!"
The scene opens up on Madok sitting at a table with a group of local drunkards. He looks deep in thought as he looks at the hand he has been dealt, the camera tries to show what he has, but Madok make sure that they can't by putting his hand down face down.
"Don't rush me. You are only going to make me take longer and unless you guys want to be here all night then I suggest that you just let me take my God damn time. Jeeze."
The drunkards murmur things under their breath, but Madok is back to his train of thought. He lifts up his hand again and then looks around the table. He reads each of their faces, making sure to play close attention to their facial reactions. Madok notices the drunkard at the end of the table twitch. This was all he needed.
"I will call."
The drunkard at the end of the table, the only other man with a hand as everyone else had folded, quickly showed signs of concern as he put his cards on the table. A pair, a simple, and pathetic pair. Madok's face burst out into a display of joviallance as he slammed his own cards on the table, a three of a kind. The drunkard cursed as Madok reached over and grabbed the hundred dollars in the center of the table.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
"Damn, that is two hands in a row that I have been beat. How the hell can you read me like that?"
"Trade secret my inebriated friend."
The drunk looked at him in confusion, most likely wondering what the word inebriated meant. Madok shook his head. Why did he always hang out in these place? He had no clue, but it was fun taking people's money, especially those who were willing to fall for his trap. Madok was a deceptively good gambler. He always seemed to find a way to trick people into playing him in a game of card and then another way to steal their cash. Some would call him a con-man, but Madok didn't think that way. He felt more like a liberator than anything else. Liberating money from the drunken fools that wanted to play him to be exact.
"Next hand?"
The people around the table were skeptical at first to if they wanted to give this another go, but soon they all began to throw their money in. Madok let the man who had just lost shuffle, it was to ensure that people didn't think he was a cheat, and he was fine with that even if he didn't care what these oafs thought.
"Are you quite done?"
Madok sat up straight and turned to see Nicky, all of the men in the bar began to whistle at Nicky like dogs barking at fresh meat. Madok looked at her for a second, realizing she had dressed up quite a bit, and for a second he wondered why, but then it occurred to him. He brought his hand to his face and then quickly chuckled.
"I'm sorry I forgot why I am here fellas. Here. Drinks are on me."
Madok got up from the table and put four hundred bills on the table, walking toward Nicky, and extending his elbow like a gentlemen would.
"Shall we?"
She let out a huff as she took it and both of them walked off and out the door. It was pretty damn cold outside, but Madok couldn't tell because of his thick jacket. He looked over to Nicky to see that she was shivering and then without hesitation removed his jacket, and put it around her.
"Can't have you catching a cold, can we?"
She looked at him with a look of thanks, but didn't say anything until they were half-way to the limo.
"You know you didn't have to take me out if you didn't want to..."
"What type of guy do you think I am?"
She looked at him for a second and Madok chuckled.
"Alright, don't answer that question. But what type of guy would I be if I didn't take a girl out for her birthday?"
"A rather bad one?"
He grinned as he opened the door for her, letting her slide in before he himself got in. After he closed the door behind him, the driver would start the car, and begin the long drive back to Nicky's apartment. Madok and Nicky remained rather quiet during the drive, neither one knowing what to say to each other. Madok had never been out socially with Nicky, and the same could be said likewise for Nicky. After about thirty minutes they arrived at the apartment complex and Madok got out of the car to let Nicky out. Nicky slipped out with a grin on her face as Madok walked her to her door. As they reached the door there was a few awkward moments of silence between the two as Madok began to sway back and forth.
"Well...thanks for that lovely time, Mr. Mortalis."
"Please...stop calling me that. Mr. Mortalis was my father, call me Madok. Everyone else does. Why can't you?"
"I'm sorry, just not used to calling my boss on a first name basis...Madok. Anyway, this is where I live."
Madok looked at her door and then back to her. He didn't know what to do right now. Most of his past experiences were him getting invited in and now he didn't know what would happen.
"Good night, Madok."
She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek before opening the door and entering her apartment. He felt something weird as she closed the door, a sort of delight. What the fuck was this? Was he starting to have feelings? Was he starting to care for people. If that was the case then his job might be in jeopardy, but yet...
"Good night."
Madok said to the door as he began to walk back to the limo. He would stop on the final step and then take a seat, he would look directly into the camera.
"So...let me get this straight...on the last episode of Asylum you two fuck faces attack me and now you are using me as some sort of guniea pig for your fucking team? As if I'm some kind of novice prick who can easily be beaten by two bumbling idiots like yourselves? I mean, don't get me wrong you two are pretty much made for each other. One of you is an old fuck and the other is a young fuck who thinks he is worth something. Or maybe he doesn't? I couldn't really tell by how much he pissed and moaned about how he wanted to do more than just be forgotten. Boo fucking hoo...Grow a pair of testicles and do something productive. For fuck's sake if you spent half as much time on training as you did on bitching you would be in tip-top shape, but fuck that...oh no, we want to bitch, we want to complain, and we want to moan. And Gambler...your prime is over, so fuck off.
I would hate to have to kick and old man's ass, but it seems like I have no other choice, but then again you need a reality check! I mean this team may seem great to you guys...well maybe to you, but doesn't it seem like Gambler is simply piggybacking himself on to Bobby's legacy? I mean am I the only one here who sees this old fuck as a Rick Flair type guy trying to build himself up on the back of others? Maybe I'm just imagining things...I mean it is possible, but what exactly has Gambler done for this show that makes him better than me? I mean, I haven't seen shit from him that tells me he is worth a damn. He keeps falling short and now I guess, that maybe out of desperation, he forms this group with Bodacious, which by the way...what type of last name is Bodacious? I know I'm one to talk, but come on! I have never and I mean never heard of a fucking family who call themselves the Bodaciouses....anyway....this week Reginald has put you up against me. Regardless of your past or your future, the definite is you fight me at Asylum, but will I be alone?"
Madok grins as he lets the realization for the two of them seep in.
"Do you guys not know who I'm the manager of? Pence fucking Weatherlight, the biggest and baddest mother fucker in APW? Seriously? Do you guys think he won't be there in my corner watching my back just in case you guys try to retire me early? Trust me when I say this....me and Pence have been over everything and he has agreed to come...now what that means for you two is your both fucked. Hell, try one illegal tactic, pull out one weapon, and your head is off your shoulders with a powerful clothesline or your broken in half like a twig by a might spear. Pence has done it and will do it for a long time to come so I look forward to you guys taking advantage of the situation...I dare you to try because quite honestly there is no way I can lose...because in this organization I'm the house and the house always wins. Goodnight gentlemen...enjoy your planning while it lasts, because on Sunday...Everything and I mean everything....is going out the window and until then....you guys can just go fuck off!"
The scene fades as Madok flicks off the camera.
*Scene Fades to Black*
