Post by Nick Watson on Mar 25, 2011 20:10:37 GMT -4
*Present Day*
"I don't like these meetings, babe."
"You'll do fine."
I looked around at the expensive restaurant that we were in and let out a sigh. I needed a break from preparation for my big match at Rasslemania and when I schedule dinner I had not remembered that I had a meeting the very same night. Quickly changing the dinner arrangement into a dinner conference, I found myself getting ready to do battle with several different corporate arms dealers who were looking for a product to revolutionize their companies. I had the product, a new light weight rifle that could be used against heavily armored vehicles like tanks and choppers. It would be sold to the army of course, but I would let them drool over the project. Let them fantasize about having my product and then selling it to the good old USA for millions. And as they dreamed I would shatter them...I had already began to buy out their stocks, they didn't realize it yet, but they knew someone was buying at a fast rate and doing it with his eyes on the prize...the prize being a weapon's monopoly. I could see them sitting at the table now as the line moved forward. A few older gentlemen looking around with a look of grief on their face, a look that would be magnified once I fired them when I owned their companies.
"Hun, can you please check us in?"
I snapped out of it to see we were now first in line and looked at the greeter with a grin.
"Madok Mortalis...dinner conference."
He typed in a few commands and then nodded his head.
"Let me take you right to your table, Mr. Mortalis."
We followed him for a bit and joined the group of soon ex-CEOs enjoying themselves the best they could with those miserable expressions on their face. I explained my project, showed them the schematics even, and then just as quickly picked up the paperwork, stuffed it in a briefcase and gave them a grin. They didn't know what to say, but I knew exactly what to say.
"You're all fucked."
Nicky slapped me on the arm and I winced. I got up from the table and made my way to the rester-room as I looked at the camera man waiting for me nearby. I nodded my head and began speaking diligently.
"There are negative rules and repercussions all circling my career like a flock of fucking buzzards right now. I just got an earful from angry GM who was upset with my lack of "Initiative" toward the main event last week and I have just been slapped with another nifty fine. I use the word nifty as sarcasm. The fact of the manner is the situation has played out in my head a thousand times and the end result does not change, the variables differ, but the overall outcome does not vary. I win. Every one else loses. No one in this match presents an issue to me and some would say that is not true, but I ask you to say one name that deserves relevancy in this matter? Rico? Rico can barely tie his shoes and say something without C.J. writing a speech for him that has been loosely lashed together with duct tape. Honestly, if no one else can see that a man of his intellect does not deserve a championship then clearly there are more issues with this generation than I currently had known about.
He doesn't deserve the praise or the admiration that comes with being a number one contender...I mean sure, he beat me last time, but did I really care about that match? No. I saw beyond a match that held no significance to a match in the near future that held my very career in its' hands and decided to just say 'fuck it' and just give in. Rico can't beat me...he can barely keep up with me and last week proved that even on a bad day or when I'm practically handing him my head on a silver platter he can't take it. He just can't take it. And what does that say about him as a person? As an individual it says a lot. I mean in all honesty it says to me that he can't fucking be a champion. That is as clear as day. But as a fighter....it just proves he has nothing to offer. He is a clone of James Chambers in a different body and without the funny. He is as boring as a piece of plain white toast and is as ignorant as any common bully. That may make him the Suicidal champion, but Insane Champion? Maybe the insane part, but definitely not the champion part. But who else is there? Oh yes, Audrey."
I pause and let out a sigh before continuing on.
"A girl walks in off the streets and gets hired and then gets allowed to be on the biggest show of the year in a match that is so big that people of every creed are fighting for a spot at the top. Am I dead on with this or what? I don't know whether to be insulted or hand the girl my number and tell her to call me sometime. The fact of the matter is it doesn't matter that she came in off the streets I suppose...but yet it is just another body, a good looking body, that I'm going to have to pile in to a grave. I really don't care if you are smart, attractive, or good at what you do because no one comes in and wins it all in one night. No one does and no one ever will. I've worked hard for IWC and shown them that I am capable, that is why my name was one of the firsts on the list and that is why I am going to win it all. I mean if you had a chance Audrey, which you don't, then I would find myself intimidated, but right now out of all the potentials, you are the least exciting, and the least of my problems. That doesn't mean of course that you could not be a threat in the future, but meh...right now you need to build your rep up, sorry darling."
I pause again and look over at Nicky, she doesn't seem to be too happy sitting over at the table without anyone around to talk to. I, however, have to finish my business before I rejoin the dinner conference.
"I mean who else is there? The butt-brothers, Bodacious and Gambler? No. Just no. I can't see them pulling out an upset, hell I can barely see them putting up a fight as I throw them over the top rope! These are the same guys that I beat just a month ago without a problem. What threat can they be? What type of fucking edge can they bring into this? Teamwork? Ability? No! Last time they both fucked each other over, they cost themselves the win by being cocky by being overconfident, and using my old noggin I easily outwitted them and in the end won the match, but that comes as no surprise. Neither of these chumps can hold a candle to the flame that is my talent, fuck they can barely keep up with the low card filth that is sitting on team IWC. I would love to think that both of them present a unique problem that is going to throw me for a whirl and make me mix my game up, but I can't...I just can't. Neither of them present a problem. The combination of age and stupidity doesn't work and it will never work and quite honestly I expect double teams through out the match, hell I expect Rico to even get in on the pounding so that he can eliminate me, but in the end that shit is just not going to happen. I'm too quick and too smart to be caught unaware by simpletons who think they are championship material. Of course everyone is too ignorant to realize that there is only one man in this match who has the in-ring presence and mic skills to beat James...and that mother fucker is me. I'm not going to lie, but when I watched Gambler tell us that he is betting on himself, I almost cried. He reminded me of a broken down homeless man looking for a job on the side of the road for food. It was sad because the comparison is really not a comparison at all...it really was the Gambler, he had lost all of his money due to be a failure at gambling, and was looking for a job. Then Bodacious showed up and offered him a job as a butt-pirate and all Gambler could say was "Arrr" as he accepted his new role with his open arms....the job of being the catcher in the two man gay baseball league."
I sigh as I look at my watch and then back at the table as I continue.
"Then we have the Fire Dragon...who clearly doesn't know what he is getting himself into or how the fuck he is going to get himself out when he gets here...I mean lets be honest here? Do you think having a list of no accomplishments makes you a champion? Please, let me know when you can guess the answer because honestly you have done nothing to deserve to be here. You and Audrey are in the same boat, but I can let Audrey slide because she is new and as such is definitely deserving of proving something, but you...you are just a fucking idiot. I would love to say you inspired me to say something, but all I can keep thinking about is how I would like to pour gasoline all over you and throw a match at your feet, but that would be a waste of good gas and a match. That is how bad you are, you are an undeserving waste of space that is ready to come here and mooch off of the wrestlers who are trying to solidify their role in this company, but meh...fuck it right? As long as you have fun getting your ass kicked I'm sure nothing could go wrong with this situation because in all honesty you can't win and you will never win...not here...not there...not fucking anywhere. You are the lamest mother fucker I have ever seen and I have seen some lame motherfuckers, I mean just look at Rico. He is the king of lame people and you beat him...you beat him over the head with a mallet and then take a piss on his uncoscious body...you are that lame. Please, spare me the trouble and just hop over the top rope. I don't want to even eliminate you...I would feel too dirty and used afterward."
I takes a sip from a nearby water fountain and continues after quenching my thirst.
"In this match there are so many guys and girls who don't matter or who are horribly insignificant in every fucking single way. I didn't think it was possible to gather a group of people together with little to no fucking ability, but Jeff and Reggi did it well and they did it in style I suppose...hell this match is higher up than the Team IWC vs. APW match, guess that is because I'm here, eh? Makes sense if you think about it...I mean I could go on and on and on about a list of no name fucks who don't matter in any fucking proportion, but what the fuck would be the point? I mean what is the point in talking at all either! My only legitimate competition is as dumb as a sack of potatoes and that is Rico and he isn't even a threat! HEH! How can I be intimidated by this guy when every accomplishment he has ever done has been eclipsed by one of my own? I just can't and I just won't. Rico and everyone else...please realize you are worthless and that all of this shit that you have done...every fucking minute I had to fucking perceiver of your shitty promotions...is worth nothing. None of you are going to win...none of you can win in this cluster fuck and that should be obvious. None of you have the skill set for it...but I do. So take pride I guess in the fact that your careers just end short of what your seeking because at the end of the day you still wouldn't have won the championship, while I go on and fight James for the IWC Insane Championship...just like it should have been in the beginning since day one."
I turn to leave, but stop, and turn back to the camera.
"Oh and one more thing before I leave. This is for you James...I want you to know that you may be able to beat athletes with no balls or athletes with no brains, but when it comes down to a battle between me and you...know that I have what it takes to take it all away from you and slam it right back in your fucking face. Because I'm the Cloud Chaser and that is what I do. So for now, to everyone my opponents who are watching this promo....fuck off forever and get killed in a fire."
I flip off the camera and then make my way back to the table, muttering to myself "Mission Accomplished" before joining Nicky back by the table. For a bit, everything is quiet, but the old men are quick to begin to scatter. They know they have been bested and they have lost their appetite. I just keep grinning. I wrestle like I do in my corporate life...ruthlessly and without regret. They leave slowly until me and Nicky are alone. I then snap my fingers as waiters begin to wait on me and Nicky on hands and feet.
"I'm beginning to think you planned on shooing them off so you could have a night alone with me."
"You would be correct madam. Now, what we need is some music. Waiter!"
One of the waiters walk over to me and I whisper something into his ear that Nicky can't hear. He nods his head and walks off toward the piano in the middle of the restaraunt where a pianist sits playing his song. The waiter whispers in his ear and the pianist nods before changing songs to something a little bit more romantic.
"You know...you are quite the charmer, Mr. Mortalis."
"That I am, babe...that I am. Just wait and see what I have planned for later."
I lean over and peck her on the lips as the scene fades to black on me and Nicky's smiling faces.
*Scene Fades to Black*
"I don't like these meetings, babe."
"You'll do fine."
I looked around at the expensive restaurant that we were in and let out a sigh. I needed a break from preparation for my big match at Rasslemania and when I schedule dinner I had not remembered that I had a meeting the very same night. Quickly changing the dinner arrangement into a dinner conference, I found myself getting ready to do battle with several different corporate arms dealers who were looking for a product to revolutionize their companies. I had the product, a new light weight rifle that could be used against heavily armored vehicles like tanks and choppers. It would be sold to the army of course, but I would let them drool over the project. Let them fantasize about having my product and then selling it to the good old USA for millions. And as they dreamed I would shatter them...I had already began to buy out their stocks, they didn't realize it yet, but they knew someone was buying at a fast rate and doing it with his eyes on the prize...the prize being a weapon's monopoly. I could see them sitting at the table now as the line moved forward. A few older gentlemen looking around with a look of grief on their face, a look that would be magnified once I fired them when I owned their companies.
"Hun, can you please check us in?"
I snapped out of it to see we were now first in line and looked at the greeter with a grin.
"Madok Mortalis...dinner conference."
He typed in a few commands and then nodded his head.
"Let me take you right to your table, Mr. Mortalis."
We followed him for a bit and joined the group of soon ex-CEOs enjoying themselves the best they could with those miserable expressions on their face. I explained my project, showed them the schematics even, and then just as quickly picked up the paperwork, stuffed it in a briefcase and gave them a grin. They didn't know what to say, but I knew exactly what to say.
"You're all fucked."
Nicky slapped me on the arm and I winced. I got up from the table and made my way to the rester-room as I looked at the camera man waiting for me nearby. I nodded my head and began speaking diligently.
"There are negative rules and repercussions all circling my career like a flock of fucking buzzards right now. I just got an earful from angry GM who was upset with my lack of "Initiative" toward the main event last week and I have just been slapped with another nifty fine. I use the word nifty as sarcasm. The fact of the manner is the situation has played out in my head a thousand times and the end result does not change, the variables differ, but the overall outcome does not vary. I win. Every one else loses. No one in this match presents an issue to me and some would say that is not true, but I ask you to say one name that deserves relevancy in this matter? Rico? Rico can barely tie his shoes and say something without C.J. writing a speech for him that has been loosely lashed together with duct tape. Honestly, if no one else can see that a man of his intellect does not deserve a championship then clearly there are more issues with this generation than I currently had known about.
He doesn't deserve the praise or the admiration that comes with being a number one contender...I mean sure, he beat me last time, but did I really care about that match? No. I saw beyond a match that held no significance to a match in the near future that held my very career in its' hands and decided to just say 'fuck it' and just give in. Rico can't beat me...he can barely keep up with me and last week proved that even on a bad day or when I'm practically handing him my head on a silver platter he can't take it. He just can't take it. And what does that say about him as a person? As an individual it says a lot. I mean in all honesty it says to me that he can't fucking be a champion. That is as clear as day. But as a fighter....it just proves he has nothing to offer. He is a clone of James Chambers in a different body and without the funny. He is as boring as a piece of plain white toast and is as ignorant as any common bully. That may make him the Suicidal champion, but Insane Champion? Maybe the insane part, but definitely not the champion part. But who else is there? Oh yes, Audrey."
I pause and let out a sigh before continuing on.
"A girl walks in off the streets and gets hired and then gets allowed to be on the biggest show of the year in a match that is so big that people of every creed are fighting for a spot at the top. Am I dead on with this or what? I don't know whether to be insulted or hand the girl my number and tell her to call me sometime. The fact of the matter is it doesn't matter that she came in off the streets I suppose...but yet it is just another body, a good looking body, that I'm going to have to pile in to a grave. I really don't care if you are smart, attractive, or good at what you do because no one comes in and wins it all in one night. No one does and no one ever will. I've worked hard for IWC and shown them that I am capable, that is why my name was one of the firsts on the list and that is why I am going to win it all. I mean if you had a chance Audrey, which you don't, then I would find myself intimidated, but right now out of all the potentials, you are the least exciting, and the least of my problems. That doesn't mean of course that you could not be a threat in the future, but meh...right now you need to build your rep up, sorry darling."
I pause again and look over at Nicky, she doesn't seem to be too happy sitting over at the table without anyone around to talk to. I, however, have to finish my business before I rejoin the dinner conference.
"I mean who else is there? The butt-brothers, Bodacious and Gambler? No. Just no. I can't see them pulling out an upset, hell I can barely see them putting up a fight as I throw them over the top rope! These are the same guys that I beat just a month ago without a problem. What threat can they be? What type of fucking edge can they bring into this? Teamwork? Ability? No! Last time they both fucked each other over, they cost themselves the win by being cocky by being overconfident, and using my old noggin I easily outwitted them and in the end won the match, but that comes as no surprise. Neither of these chumps can hold a candle to the flame that is my talent, fuck they can barely keep up with the low card filth that is sitting on team IWC. I would love to think that both of them present a unique problem that is going to throw me for a whirl and make me mix my game up, but I can't...I just can't. Neither of them present a problem. The combination of age and stupidity doesn't work and it will never work and quite honestly I expect double teams through out the match, hell I expect Rico to even get in on the pounding so that he can eliminate me, but in the end that shit is just not going to happen. I'm too quick and too smart to be caught unaware by simpletons who think they are championship material. Of course everyone is too ignorant to realize that there is only one man in this match who has the in-ring presence and mic skills to beat James...and that mother fucker is me. I'm not going to lie, but when I watched Gambler tell us that he is betting on himself, I almost cried. He reminded me of a broken down homeless man looking for a job on the side of the road for food. It was sad because the comparison is really not a comparison at all...it really was the Gambler, he had lost all of his money due to be a failure at gambling, and was looking for a job. Then Bodacious showed up and offered him a job as a butt-pirate and all Gambler could say was "Arrr" as he accepted his new role with his open arms....the job of being the catcher in the two man gay baseball league."
I sigh as I look at my watch and then back at the table as I continue.
"Then we have the Fire Dragon...who clearly doesn't know what he is getting himself into or how the fuck he is going to get himself out when he gets here...I mean lets be honest here? Do you think having a list of no accomplishments makes you a champion? Please, let me know when you can guess the answer because honestly you have done nothing to deserve to be here. You and Audrey are in the same boat, but I can let Audrey slide because she is new and as such is definitely deserving of proving something, but you...you are just a fucking idiot. I would love to say you inspired me to say something, but all I can keep thinking about is how I would like to pour gasoline all over you and throw a match at your feet, but that would be a waste of good gas and a match. That is how bad you are, you are an undeserving waste of space that is ready to come here and mooch off of the wrestlers who are trying to solidify their role in this company, but meh...fuck it right? As long as you have fun getting your ass kicked I'm sure nothing could go wrong with this situation because in all honesty you can't win and you will never win...not here...not there...not fucking anywhere. You are the lamest mother fucker I have ever seen and I have seen some lame motherfuckers, I mean just look at Rico. He is the king of lame people and you beat him...you beat him over the head with a mallet and then take a piss on his uncoscious body...you are that lame. Please, spare me the trouble and just hop over the top rope. I don't want to even eliminate you...I would feel too dirty and used afterward."
I takes a sip from a nearby water fountain and continues after quenching my thirst.
"In this match there are so many guys and girls who don't matter or who are horribly insignificant in every fucking single way. I didn't think it was possible to gather a group of people together with little to no fucking ability, but Jeff and Reggi did it well and they did it in style I suppose...hell this match is higher up than the Team IWC vs. APW match, guess that is because I'm here, eh? Makes sense if you think about it...I mean I could go on and on and on about a list of no name fucks who don't matter in any fucking proportion, but what the fuck would be the point? I mean what is the point in talking at all either! My only legitimate competition is as dumb as a sack of potatoes and that is Rico and he isn't even a threat! HEH! How can I be intimidated by this guy when every accomplishment he has ever done has been eclipsed by one of my own? I just can't and I just won't. Rico and everyone else...please realize you are worthless and that all of this shit that you have done...every fucking minute I had to fucking perceiver of your shitty promotions...is worth nothing. None of you are going to win...none of you can win in this cluster fuck and that should be obvious. None of you have the skill set for it...but I do. So take pride I guess in the fact that your careers just end short of what your seeking because at the end of the day you still wouldn't have won the championship, while I go on and fight James for the IWC Insane Championship...just like it should have been in the beginning since day one."
I turn to leave, but stop, and turn back to the camera.
"Oh and one more thing before I leave. This is for you James...I want you to know that you may be able to beat athletes with no balls or athletes with no brains, but when it comes down to a battle between me and you...know that I have what it takes to take it all away from you and slam it right back in your fucking face. Because I'm the Cloud Chaser and that is what I do. So for now, to everyone my opponents who are watching this promo....fuck off forever and get killed in a fire."
I flip off the camera and then make my way back to the table, muttering to myself "Mission Accomplished" before joining Nicky back by the table. For a bit, everything is quiet, but the old men are quick to begin to scatter. They know they have been bested and they have lost their appetite. I just keep grinning. I wrestle like I do in my corporate life...ruthlessly and without regret. They leave slowly until me and Nicky are alone. I then snap my fingers as waiters begin to wait on me and Nicky on hands and feet.
"I'm beginning to think you planned on shooing them off so you could have a night alone with me."
"You would be correct madam. Now, what we need is some music. Waiter!"
One of the waiters walk over to me and I whisper something into his ear that Nicky can't hear. He nods his head and walks off toward the piano in the middle of the restaraunt where a pianist sits playing his song. The waiter whispers in his ear and the pianist nods before changing songs to something a little bit more romantic.
"You know...you are quite the charmer, Mr. Mortalis."
"That I am, babe...that I am. Just wait and see what I have planned for later."
I lean over and peck her on the lips as the scene fades to black on me and Nicky's smiling faces.
*Scene Fades to Black*
