Post by Nick Watson on Mar 13, 2011 18:35:23 GMT -4
The scene opens up on Madok sitting in his office enjoying a fine glass of brandy. He gives a slight grin before beginning to speak.
"Hello, members of the fucker alliance. It is I, your leader, Madok Mortalis, and as you can see by the way things have been this week I am in scramble mode. Pence is elected the team captain of APW and I have been penciled in for Rasslemania VII to fight in the battle royal. It is a PR blitz, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to say anything to Rico, oh no! I've saved quite a bit for Rico., who by the time this message has gone live will have sent in two bullshit promotions with little to no coherence spreading his propaganda about him being the best in the business while putting on a grin to show he means 'business.' Personally, I don't care what he has to say and quite honestly I could give less than a fuck what his views of me are, and quite honestly I could give less than a shit about this match either.
Quite honestly on a good week, I beat Rico hands down, and it doesn't matter how he skews it or twists it, it just doesn't make what he says true in the least. This guy is so full of himself, so stuck up, and built on his own bullshit that he wont' admit the honest fact that I am better than him. That of course doesn't take much because no matter how many times Rico tries to stray from the 'I'm just a bodyguard' click he seems to find himself just fitting right in purely based on how uneducated and under-talented he is. Do you not think that at any time I could have had your championship? Do you not think that I could have just dropped the Tap Out Championship and came knocking on your doorstep looking for your title? Of course I could of and you would be a fool to not admit you loathe me. After all you talk so blatantly negative about me, but every man needs a rival, and who better to pick than me? Am I right?
The fact is...I have it all! I have money, a good speaking voice, a title, a girlfriend, and good looks. It would be extremely hard not to envy me and I can see why a majority of the misfits of this show want me to eat dirt and that is because...I'm the second best champion on this show. Of course I will rectify that after I crush James Chambers at the next PPV when I earn my insane title shot. So where does that leave you Rico? In a corner balled up like a spoiled kid looking for daddy's attention. Well guess what? Daddy is paying attention, Rico. No need for you to piss and moan about the only defeat you have ever suffered which was dealt by my hand anymore. I intend to not give any effort tonight, in fact, I intend to eliminate myself tonight, because quite frankly...it doesn't matter what the outcome is because afterward it will still be 1-1 and unlike you...I have a better shot of winning a battle royal and earning a shot at James.
That is my intention because quite honestly...after that debacle at the last pay per view it seems that this title is below me. To think that this great title that I earned against some of the most pristine grapplers on this show is nothing more than piss water to Reginald and the others. I mean even you believe that! You aren't even intimidated that the rules are strictly in my favor and as much as that disappoints me, it also thrills me that I will be cutting this dead weight title as soon as I win at Rasslemania, with which out a doubt will happen."
Madok takes a sip of his brandy and then lets out a sigh of contentment before continuing.
"I know you are thinking I'm full of myself, but unlike anyone else in this business...I owe James a swift kick in the face. I deserve to fight James Chambers one on one at the next PPV for the Insane Title because I'm the best that IWC has to offer. No one else is even fucking close to my skill level in this bum fuck wasteland that Reginald has made. I have no true competition and the only person who truly challenges me as a speaker, as a wrestler, and above all else as the sexiest piece of man on this show is James. And quite honestly, Rico...I'm going to capitalize on my chances. So consider yourself the victor with your self mutilation championship that means absolutely nothing while daddy sets his sight on the real pot of gold at the end of the metaphorical rainbow. As for you James...you better be ready, because Madok Mortalis is coming to give you some just revenge!"
Madok is about to turn off the camera when he snaps his fingers and then begins to speak again.
"Oh! One last thing, Rico...fuck off!"
Madok holds up his middle finger to the camera as the scene fades to black.
*Scene fades to black*
(Short due to me still being at the job.)
"Hello, members of the fucker alliance. It is I, your leader, Madok Mortalis, and as you can see by the way things have been this week I am in scramble mode. Pence is elected the team captain of APW and I have been penciled in for Rasslemania VII to fight in the battle royal. It is a PR blitz, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to say anything to Rico, oh no! I've saved quite a bit for Rico., who by the time this message has gone live will have sent in two bullshit promotions with little to no coherence spreading his propaganda about him being the best in the business while putting on a grin to show he means 'business.' Personally, I don't care what he has to say and quite honestly I could give less than a fuck what his views of me are, and quite honestly I could give less than a shit about this match either.
Quite honestly on a good week, I beat Rico hands down, and it doesn't matter how he skews it or twists it, it just doesn't make what he says true in the least. This guy is so full of himself, so stuck up, and built on his own bullshit that he wont' admit the honest fact that I am better than him. That of course doesn't take much because no matter how many times Rico tries to stray from the 'I'm just a bodyguard' click he seems to find himself just fitting right in purely based on how uneducated and under-talented he is. Do you not think that at any time I could have had your championship? Do you not think that I could have just dropped the Tap Out Championship and came knocking on your doorstep looking for your title? Of course I could of and you would be a fool to not admit you loathe me. After all you talk so blatantly negative about me, but every man needs a rival, and who better to pick than me? Am I right?
The fact is...I have it all! I have money, a good speaking voice, a title, a girlfriend, and good looks. It would be extremely hard not to envy me and I can see why a majority of the misfits of this show want me to eat dirt and that is because...I'm the second best champion on this show. Of course I will rectify that after I crush James Chambers at the next PPV when I earn my insane title shot. So where does that leave you Rico? In a corner balled up like a spoiled kid looking for daddy's attention. Well guess what? Daddy is paying attention, Rico. No need for you to piss and moan about the only defeat you have ever suffered which was dealt by my hand anymore. I intend to not give any effort tonight, in fact, I intend to eliminate myself tonight, because quite frankly...it doesn't matter what the outcome is because afterward it will still be 1-1 and unlike you...I have a better shot of winning a battle royal and earning a shot at James.
That is my intention because quite honestly...after that debacle at the last pay per view it seems that this title is below me. To think that this great title that I earned against some of the most pristine grapplers on this show is nothing more than piss water to Reginald and the others. I mean even you believe that! You aren't even intimidated that the rules are strictly in my favor and as much as that disappoints me, it also thrills me that I will be cutting this dead weight title as soon as I win at Rasslemania, with which out a doubt will happen."
Madok takes a sip of his brandy and then lets out a sigh of contentment before continuing.
"I know you are thinking I'm full of myself, but unlike anyone else in this business...I owe James a swift kick in the face. I deserve to fight James Chambers one on one at the next PPV for the Insane Title because I'm the best that IWC has to offer. No one else is even fucking close to my skill level in this bum fuck wasteland that Reginald has made. I have no true competition and the only person who truly challenges me as a speaker, as a wrestler, and above all else as the sexiest piece of man on this show is James. And quite honestly, Rico...I'm going to capitalize on my chances. So consider yourself the victor with your self mutilation championship that means absolutely nothing while daddy sets his sight on the real pot of gold at the end of the metaphorical rainbow. As for you James...you better be ready, because Madok Mortalis is coming to give you some just revenge!"
Madok is about to turn off the camera when he snaps his fingers and then begins to speak again.
"Oh! One last thing, Rico...fuck off!"
Madok holds up his middle finger to the camera as the scene fades to black.
*Scene fades to black*
(Short due to me still being at the job.)
