Post by Nick Watson on Feb 25, 2011 21:16:44 GMT -4
*New York City, New York*
"Why do morons come in abundance to IWC? Why can't I get one legitimate fucking opponent?"
"They did beat you two weeks ago, that is why you are in this predicament now, Madok."
I threw a file at Nicky, who barely dodged, and watched as the file holding information on Bodacious and Gambler flew passed her head and hit the wall behind her scattering paperwork everywhere. I wasn't in the mood for obvious facts. I was in the mood, however for a drink. So, I made my way over to my desk, grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured myself a glass into the waiting cup that had been placed there earlier by your's truly. Nicky looked at me with one of those glares that would make a normal man scared to be in the general vicinity of her, but not me. No, I was not so easily intimidated by a glare. I chugged the glass and then began to apologize.
"Sorry for throwing a file at you, hun. I'm just frustrated."
The glare softened and she sat down in the chair in front of my desk as I stared out of the sky rise out into the late night air of New York City.
"I can understand that. But you shouldn't be too worried after all you have the ace in the hole. You have that submission maneuver that you recently created and they don't even have a clue what it could be."
"That's true. Plus it is not like I'm dealing with a group of Einsteins either. Both of them are rather dim in the intelligence department. They had an extreme advantage over me last time...two on one to be exact, but right now they don't have that. Right now they are fighting against each other as much as fighting against me and it is obvious. I mean both of their recent works promoted the fact that neither of them were going to work as a team. Both want this title. Both want my glory, my pride, and my honor, but none of them are going to get it. I can see it now. I can see that their selfishness will tear them apart before they can even put a dent in my armor."
I turned back around and slumped down in my chair, a grin on my face. Nicky looked happy as well to see that I was cheering up and it did a lot of good for me to see her smile. She just had that effect on me. That thousand watt smile that made me almost happy that she and I were sort of going out now. I had took her out to dinner for her birthday and then a week after had taken her to see a Broadway play, that is when I asked her to be my girlfriend and she had agreed. It was a good thing for me to not be alone and I hoped she was just as happy with the arrangement as I was.
"So...how are you going to beat Bodacious and Gambler at the same time, Madok. It won't be as easy as you say it will be. We both know that."
She had a good point. I had underestimated them both before and the thought of them both tearing each other apart was appealing, however it was just a thought, and not a true answer. No, I needed to be careful with this scenario that had millions of different variables. My plan to have Pence be my backup had failed since he has disappeared the night of the show, something had been bugging him as of late, and I wondered what it could be. However, that sort of thing would have to wait till after my match. There would be plenty of time to confront Pence about his problems, right now I needed to look closely at Bodacious and Gambler to find a true cut flaw. It wouldn't be too hard since both of them were imperfect. After all, Gambler was an old fuck looking to reclaim his glory days and Bodacious was a young upstart looking to take my place as the top submission wrestler in IWC. But if I had my way, then that shit would definitely not be happening.
"Usually, a man in this situation would go after the weaker party. However, in this match I need to tread softly. Gambler is old, but yet can be considered a wiley veteran with tactics that may be outdated, but yet impressive to some degree. Then of course Bodacious is young, he has a lot of energy, but doesn't have enough talent to truly use all of that energy, but yet energy will help him survive a match like this. So there is really no weaker party because both have their flaws, but both present different problems for me to overcome. I suppose that I will play it safe. Let the shit storm that Gambler started with Bodacious do its' damage to both then take advantage with my speed. Speed is the one thing I have over both of them, plus, my new finisher can be locked in so fast that it is blinding. A few seconds is all it will take to pull a huge surprise victory out and that is all I will need...a few seconds.
The other idea is...I could play the whole match, grinding, and pounding on parts of their body to weaken them down, but avoiding submission maneuvers to save my energy for when I need it. Then when one of them is at their weakest, I could disable the other, and then finish off the weakest with my new submission maneuver."
I rubbed my beard as I poured another glass full of vodka.
"Too many what ifs...."
I had just finished pouring my glass, when Nicky said something. I looked at her with interest and then replied.
"What do you mean?"
"Both plans have too many what ifs. Bodacious and Gambler could just as easily do the same to you. After all you are not in the best standing with either having struck the hornet's nest last show."
"I didn't strike a hornet's nest..."
"Then what did you do?"
She looked at me for my answer as I admitted defeat.
"Alright, I struck a hornet's nest. So, what the fuck am I supposed to do now?"
"Option C."
"And that is?"
"Just do what you do."
I snickered a bit at that statement and she gave me another glare.
"Why are you snickering for?"
"Nothing really. I just think it is weird you are telling me just to do what I do...I had hoped for a drawn out plan with several different options and it is just 'do what you do'."
"I'm sorry I'm not Pence Weatherlight when it comes to making a strategy."
"It is okay. I understand what you mean. Just go with the flow...sounds good to me. Guess what happens will happen, am I right?"
"Yeah, just go with the flow. You seem to wrestle better without a plan anyway."
She really knew me. Which was weird because I barely knew her, but I guess that is why men and women are different. Women can easily read men, while men are just wondering how they can get in a girl's pants. Meh, different tools for different ocassions, I suppose. I got up from my seat, draining the contents of my cup into my mouth as I walked over to Nicky and began to speak.
"You know...there is still time for me to take you out to dinner. I think we should go."
"I had nearly forgot about the reservations! All of this talking about your first title defense almost made me forget."
"No, worries. I need to freshen up a tad. I will see you in a minute okay?"
She smiled and nodded as she got up from the chair, planting a smooch on my cheek as she exited the room swaying her hips seductively. Damn did I love a girl who knew how to rile me up. I turned to the camera, grinning widely as I began to speak to the two bitches I was about to fight, but not before sitting down on my desk.
"Its' funny...Gambler and Bodacious are pretty much at each other's throats and here I thought they were a well oiled team like they said they were, but apparently once you throw one of those on the table..."
I point over to my trophy case filled with trophies of my past accomplishments, most notably the Tap Out Championship, is hanging from a hangar. I put my hand down and continue to speak.
"You see, gentlemen. I hate to say that I predict things like this...Gambler being like Flair and all was a shot in the dark, but apparently I was right. After using Bodacious like a tool to get his shot at this championship he quickly liquefied his assets and decided to wing it solo to claim what is rightfully mine, but you see he forgot about something, and that something is that he needed Bodacious to beat me. Quite honestly, Gambler by himself is not intimidating, and the fact that Gambler ruined the only thing he had going for him to try and get one last shot out of his decrepit self is kind of sadenning. Here I thought Gambler was at least of a decent level of intelligence. After all, most Gamblers have to be smart to win games, luck doesn't always win card games, many games are considered thinking man games, and I had hoped that Gambler had a little bit more common sense, however I was wrong to think otherwise. You see, Gambler comes from a different era, an era that thought it was alright to wear bellbottom jeans and have unprotected sex. In that era, Gambler's thought process was dead on. He had made the right decision to better himself and win a championship, but in this era...it is completely out of the question."
I pour myself another drink as I continue to speak.
"Why blow your ace in the hole? Why blow your one chance at winning the whole thing by ruining the thing that got you here in the first place. It just doesn't make any sense in this era. It would make sense if Gambler was a young buck like myself, but the fact is...Gambler is no spring chicken. He has barely anything left and he himself can admit that. He does so every time he speaks about this shot and he will continue to do so into the near future because he knows damn well that there is not much left for him, but upset. But it is not his fault...he just didn't know what to do with his talent at an early age. He just didn't know where to turn to and for that all I can say is, I'm sorry, but that is just part of the game. When it is past your time, you leave. It is that simple, and the fact that you are still here is neither amusing nor healthy for you.
I don't want to kill you. I don't want to injure you and force you into a wheel chair for the rest of your life, but you are giving me little choice. You are too stubborn Gambler and it may work in cards, but in wrestling you seriously need to know when to call it quits and when to go home. Now is one of those times. However, I'm sure you will compete with heart and effort and I can respect that, however...fuck that shit. You are old Gambler, you are not in tip-top form either, you look bloated, and you are slower than what the older footage shows you to be. I've watched you in your prime and you are not the same man, it is obvious that you are not. So why compete? It is because you are petty...obviously. You are looking for fame and it doesn't matter if your body give out, all that matters is that you get that last championship added on to the end of your career titles held page. Fuck that, my belt is not your play thing and it is sure as hell not going to be used to fill out your record book."
I sip a bit of vodka before switching gears because I know there is a lot more ground to cover.
"However, it is rude of me to exclude Bodacious because he is even worse than you are! Bodacious has it all. He is rich, famous, and probably better looking than me, but the fact of the matter he still wants more because he is a greedy son of a bitch! He is egotistical, like your's truly, but over all what the fuck has he done, but get beat, and take advantage of easy situations to get in. I mean what did he fucking do to deserve being here? Better yet, what did either of these fagots do to get here? I will tell you what they did....they took advantage of an easy opportunity laid out by a general manager who is about to do a square dance against Hurricane Jeff. The fact is, neither man can beat me separately. It is a proven fact, book it, and cook it. The only chance they had was when they were teamed up and ready to take my head off, but now neither of them have that. Both of them are gunning for my belt, both of them want what I have, and with good reason. I am a champion after all."
I finish off the glass and pour myself another one. It is going to be a long night.
"Anyway, Bodacious...you are an uneducated prick....is what I am getting at. It is neither awesome nor exciting to see you just blabber on and on about you being the best when your biggest accomplishment...which was getting here is a complete and utter farce. You didn't earn this shot, really...you utilized and opportunity given to you by an unintelligent ninny who is running our show like his own personal zoo. I could go on and on about how you fail, but I will save that for a better time because quite honestly...I'm bored of talking to you and I'm even more bored thinking of you as a champion in the near future. So cut the best thing in IWC crap and get some real mic skills otherwise...you can join Gambler and just fuck off."
I drain the other drink and then walk off to go join Nicky in the limo. I have a lot of preparation still to come, but I know I can do this.
*Scene Bursts to Static*
"Why do morons come in abundance to IWC? Why can't I get one legitimate fucking opponent?"
"They did beat you two weeks ago, that is why you are in this predicament now, Madok."
I threw a file at Nicky, who barely dodged, and watched as the file holding information on Bodacious and Gambler flew passed her head and hit the wall behind her scattering paperwork everywhere. I wasn't in the mood for obvious facts. I was in the mood, however for a drink. So, I made my way over to my desk, grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured myself a glass into the waiting cup that had been placed there earlier by your's truly. Nicky looked at me with one of those glares that would make a normal man scared to be in the general vicinity of her, but not me. No, I was not so easily intimidated by a glare. I chugged the glass and then began to apologize.
"Sorry for throwing a file at you, hun. I'm just frustrated."
The glare softened and she sat down in the chair in front of my desk as I stared out of the sky rise out into the late night air of New York City.
"I can understand that. But you shouldn't be too worried after all you have the ace in the hole. You have that submission maneuver that you recently created and they don't even have a clue what it could be."
"That's true. Plus it is not like I'm dealing with a group of Einsteins either. Both of them are rather dim in the intelligence department. They had an extreme advantage over me last time...two on one to be exact, but right now they don't have that. Right now they are fighting against each other as much as fighting against me and it is obvious. I mean both of their recent works promoted the fact that neither of them were going to work as a team. Both want this title. Both want my glory, my pride, and my honor, but none of them are going to get it. I can see it now. I can see that their selfishness will tear them apart before they can even put a dent in my armor."
I turned back around and slumped down in my chair, a grin on my face. Nicky looked happy as well to see that I was cheering up and it did a lot of good for me to see her smile. She just had that effect on me. That thousand watt smile that made me almost happy that she and I were sort of going out now. I had took her out to dinner for her birthday and then a week after had taken her to see a Broadway play, that is when I asked her to be my girlfriend and she had agreed. It was a good thing for me to not be alone and I hoped she was just as happy with the arrangement as I was.
"So...how are you going to beat Bodacious and Gambler at the same time, Madok. It won't be as easy as you say it will be. We both know that."
She had a good point. I had underestimated them both before and the thought of them both tearing each other apart was appealing, however it was just a thought, and not a true answer. No, I needed to be careful with this scenario that had millions of different variables. My plan to have Pence be my backup had failed since he has disappeared the night of the show, something had been bugging him as of late, and I wondered what it could be. However, that sort of thing would have to wait till after my match. There would be plenty of time to confront Pence about his problems, right now I needed to look closely at Bodacious and Gambler to find a true cut flaw. It wouldn't be too hard since both of them were imperfect. After all, Gambler was an old fuck looking to reclaim his glory days and Bodacious was a young upstart looking to take my place as the top submission wrestler in IWC. But if I had my way, then that shit would definitely not be happening.
"Usually, a man in this situation would go after the weaker party. However, in this match I need to tread softly. Gambler is old, but yet can be considered a wiley veteran with tactics that may be outdated, but yet impressive to some degree. Then of course Bodacious is young, he has a lot of energy, but doesn't have enough talent to truly use all of that energy, but yet energy will help him survive a match like this. So there is really no weaker party because both have their flaws, but both present different problems for me to overcome. I suppose that I will play it safe. Let the shit storm that Gambler started with Bodacious do its' damage to both then take advantage with my speed. Speed is the one thing I have over both of them, plus, my new finisher can be locked in so fast that it is blinding. A few seconds is all it will take to pull a huge surprise victory out and that is all I will need...a few seconds.
The other idea is...I could play the whole match, grinding, and pounding on parts of their body to weaken them down, but avoiding submission maneuvers to save my energy for when I need it. Then when one of them is at their weakest, I could disable the other, and then finish off the weakest with my new submission maneuver."
I rubbed my beard as I poured another glass full of vodka.
"Too many what ifs...."
I had just finished pouring my glass, when Nicky said something. I looked at her with interest and then replied.
"What do you mean?"
"Both plans have too many what ifs. Bodacious and Gambler could just as easily do the same to you. After all you are not in the best standing with either having struck the hornet's nest last show."
"I didn't strike a hornet's nest..."
"Then what did you do?"
She looked at me for my answer as I admitted defeat.
"Alright, I struck a hornet's nest. So, what the fuck am I supposed to do now?"
"Option C."
"And that is?"
"Just do what you do."
I snickered a bit at that statement and she gave me another glare.
"Why are you snickering for?"
"Nothing really. I just think it is weird you are telling me just to do what I do...I had hoped for a drawn out plan with several different options and it is just 'do what you do'."
"I'm sorry I'm not Pence Weatherlight when it comes to making a strategy."
"It is okay. I understand what you mean. Just go with the flow...sounds good to me. Guess what happens will happen, am I right?"
"Yeah, just go with the flow. You seem to wrestle better without a plan anyway."
She really knew me. Which was weird because I barely knew her, but I guess that is why men and women are different. Women can easily read men, while men are just wondering how they can get in a girl's pants. Meh, different tools for different ocassions, I suppose. I got up from my seat, draining the contents of my cup into my mouth as I walked over to Nicky and began to speak.
"You know...there is still time for me to take you out to dinner. I think we should go."
"I had nearly forgot about the reservations! All of this talking about your first title defense almost made me forget."
"No, worries. I need to freshen up a tad. I will see you in a minute okay?"
She smiled and nodded as she got up from the chair, planting a smooch on my cheek as she exited the room swaying her hips seductively. Damn did I love a girl who knew how to rile me up. I turned to the camera, grinning widely as I began to speak to the two bitches I was about to fight, but not before sitting down on my desk.
"Its' funny...Gambler and Bodacious are pretty much at each other's throats and here I thought they were a well oiled team like they said they were, but apparently once you throw one of those on the table..."
I point over to my trophy case filled with trophies of my past accomplishments, most notably the Tap Out Championship, is hanging from a hangar. I put my hand down and continue to speak.
"You see, gentlemen. I hate to say that I predict things like this...Gambler being like Flair and all was a shot in the dark, but apparently I was right. After using Bodacious like a tool to get his shot at this championship he quickly liquefied his assets and decided to wing it solo to claim what is rightfully mine, but you see he forgot about something, and that something is that he needed Bodacious to beat me. Quite honestly, Gambler by himself is not intimidating, and the fact that Gambler ruined the only thing he had going for him to try and get one last shot out of his decrepit self is kind of sadenning. Here I thought Gambler was at least of a decent level of intelligence. After all, most Gamblers have to be smart to win games, luck doesn't always win card games, many games are considered thinking man games, and I had hoped that Gambler had a little bit more common sense, however I was wrong to think otherwise. You see, Gambler comes from a different era, an era that thought it was alright to wear bellbottom jeans and have unprotected sex. In that era, Gambler's thought process was dead on. He had made the right decision to better himself and win a championship, but in this era...it is completely out of the question."
I pour myself another drink as I continue to speak.
"Why blow your ace in the hole? Why blow your one chance at winning the whole thing by ruining the thing that got you here in the first place. It just doesn't make any sense in this era. It would make sense if Gambler was a young buck like myself, but the fact is...Gambler is no spring chicken. He has barely anything left and he himself can admit that. He does so every time he speaks about this shot and he will continue to do so into the near future because he knows damn well that there is not much left for him, but upset. But it is not his fault...he just didn't know what to do with his talent at an early age. He just didn't know where to turn to and for that all I can say is, I'm sorry, but that is just part of the game. When it is past your time, you leave. It is that simple, and the fact that you are still here is neither amusing nor healthy for you.
I don't want to kill you. I don't want to injure you and force you into a wheel chair for the rest of your life, but you are giving me little choice. You are too stubborn Gambler and it may work in cards, but in wrestling you seriously need to know when to call it quits and when to go home. Now is one of those times. However, I'm sure you will compete with heart and effort and I can respect that, however...fuck that shit. You are old Gambler, you are not in tip-top form either, you look bloated, and you are slower than what the older footage shows you to be. I've watched you in your prime and you are not the same man, it is obvious that you are not. So why compete? It is because you are petty...obviously. You are looking for fame and it doesn't matter if your body give out, all that matters is that you get that last championship added on to the end of your career titles held page. Fuck that, my belt is not your play thing and it is sure as hell not going to be used to fill out your record book."
I sip a bit of vodka before switching gears because I know there is a lot more ground to cover.
"However, it is rude of me to exclude Bodacious because he is even worse than you are! Bodacious has it all. He is rich, famous, and probably better looking than me, but the fact of the matter he still wants more because he is a greedy son of a bitch! He is egotistical, like your's truly, but over all what the fuck has he done, but get beat, and take advantage of easy situations to get in. I mean what did he fucking do to deserve being here? Better yet, what did either of these fagots do to get here? I will tell you what they did....they took advantage of an easy opportunity laid out by a general manager who is about to do a square dance against Hurricane Jeff. The fact is, neither man can beat me separately. It is a proven fact, book it, and cook it. The only chance they had was when they were teamed up and ready to take my head off, but now neither of them have that. Both of them are gunning for my belt, both of them want what I have, and with good reason. I am a champion after all."
I finish off the glass and pour myself another one. It is going to be a long night.
"Anyway, Bodacious...you are an uneducated prick....is what I am getting at. It is neither awesome nor exciting to see you just blabber on and on about you being the best when your biggest accomplishment...which was getting here is a complete and utter farce. You didn't earn this shot, really...you utilized and opportunity given to you by an unintelligent ninny who is running our show like his own personal zoo. I could go on and on about how you fail, but I will save that for a better time because quite honestly...I'm bored of talking to you and I'm even more bored thinking of you as a champion in the near future. So cut the best thing in IWC crap and get some real mic skills otherwise...you can join Gambler and just fuck off."
I drain the other drink and then walk off to go join Nicky in the limo. I have a lot of preparation still to come, but I know I can do this.
*Scene Bursts to Static*
