Post by Matt Weatherlight on Apr 23, 2011 18:58:57 GMT -4
*New York City, New York, Yesterday*
"I'm sorry, sweety, were you saying something?"
"Were you zoning out again, Madok?"
The scene opens up on Madok and Nicky sitting around a table at a local restaurant in New York City, Madok has a big burger on his plate that looks barely touched, and Nicky has a sizable plate of pasta in front of her. Madok, who's mind was wandering, had only heard half of what Nicky had said, and for the most part really didn't have much to add to the conversation that he started. The conversation had basically started up with Madok telling Nicky that he was worried about becoming a father, she had said that he would be a good father, and Madok then asked her why he would be. Nicky put down a list of reasons on him, a list that he had barely listened or payed attention to, and now here they were. Sitting at a table, looking at each other, and wondering what exactly could happen by next year. Madok didn't believe he would ever be a good father, a friend sure, but a father? Madok had issues with that, for starters he had barely known his father, and as such he hadn't developed the skill set necessary to be a father. Secondly, Madok was drunk half the time, it would be a task for him to remain sober, and to not pick up the bottle as to not be a bad influence on his kid. Lastly, Madok felt trapped by this whole thing, he believe that he had been helplessly thrown into this whole baby thing, and now more than ever he felt like there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
No matter how hard Nicky tried to cheer him up, Madok continued to think this way, and there seemed to be no end in sight of how frightened Madok was of the whole thing. She had tried everything of course, tried telling him how fun he could be, and how with all the money he had he could easily spoil the child, and treat him or her like a king or queen. Madok had agreed that it was a major plus that he had the money to support a child, but he was still clueless as to how to raise one and that was where the problem was. Nicky put her hand on Madok's hand in the center of the table, she could tell he was deep in thought, lost in a perpetual cycle of worry that had been caused by this pregnancy, but she knew the man she loved would step up to the plate when the time came. She knew that he would be a great father and that was all that mattered to her, it didn't matter what he thought because she knew she was right.
"Look at me, Madok."
Madok looked away from the window and at Nicky's face. He noted the concern in her eyes and in her voice as she began to speak again.
"I know you are scared...I know that you are worried that you will not be the father that this baby needs, but you don't need to worry about that. This is your child, your child will love you no matter how hard you mess things up, and all you need to do is be there for him or her and love him or her and care for him or her. Do you think I'm not scared? I'm scared, Maddy...I'm scared that this child will come out scarred, I'm worried about operation problems that end up killing me and the baby, Madok...you are not alone in this because I share your fear. However, Madok...I can deal with this fear because this baby is me and you...this our child. This baby is going to have your good looks, my personality, and all of your quirks..."
"God, I hope not..."
Nicky snickered a bit as she saw a smile forming on Madok's face. She continued rather quickly.
"All I'm saying is that baby is yours and mine, Madok. Having this baby isn't going to be a chore or a hassle, this baby is going to be a gift."
Madok grabbed Nicky's hand and held it tightly as he nodded his head in agreement.
"I understand...thanks, Nicky. I see now that my fears are rather one sided and that I need not focus on such things. I should be happy. I'm having a kid, not only a kid, but a kid with someone that I love very much. I should have no reason to be unhappy."
Madok leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and then upon leaning back picked up his huge burger and began to eat. Nicky grinned as she noticed Madok's return to normal, but then looked down to her watch, seeing what time it was she quickly got up from the table and leaned over to kiss Madok on the side of the head.
"Sorry, Maddy...I have a doctors appointment."
"I still think I should come with you."
"Don't be silly, you have business to take care of, and it will be fine. It is just a routine check up, not like I'm having the baby or anything."
"What time are you going to be home?"
"I should be home around four, at least that is the plan."
"Alright then, drive safe."
"I always do."
With that Nicky walked out of the diner doors and out toward her car, leaving Madok alone in a booth with a large burger and a pile of pasta. He would finish his burger and then ask the waitress to package up the pasta before making his way out to his car, where his driver was waiting patiently. He opened the door for Madok as Madok sat down in the back seat as the driver got in the driver's seat and started the car up. As the car pulled out, the scene switched to the inside of the car where Madok is sitting calmly, looking out the window, and enjoying the ride. Out of no where Madok begins to speak to the camera, not even glancing at it as he does so.
"It comes as no surprise to me that Reginald is putting me through the seventh circle of hell this week. He is upset at me, angry at me, and above all else perplexed by the situation with my Tap Out Championship. And who can blame him? I mean the last two people I fought I out-smarted to win the match and didn't even make them tap...hell if I remember quite honestly I haven't made many people tap since I won this championship if any at all. But that is just the type of guy I am, I suppose, but that is clearly not the type of guy Reginald wants representing his company with the Tap Out Championship. He wants a ground and pounder, some one who has little to no brains, but has submission training. He doesn't care how he has to do it, all that he cares about is that I don't have this title around my waist after this Sunday. He of course has made the right choice in my opponent. A dumb Irish girl from somewhere in Ireland who has no class. No class what so ever. She has made a living off of intimidating people, surprising them with an abnormally high pain thresh-hold and an incredible strength.
I say that this may be my most daunting task yet, but it is do-able. Not in the sense that I will do her after the match, but in the sense that I am capable of beating her. All I have to do is play smart. I mean, she has looks, strength, and endurance, but I make up for it with cunning, agility, and some endurance of my own. Also, her name is an oxymoron. Grace is not graceful, it is as clear as day. She doesn't have the ability to be effective normally, mainly because of how clumsy she is, after all she is Irish and she is usually hammered. I know, I know that is a stereo-type, but for the love of God it is true! This girl only has one asset on her and no I'm not talking about her nice rack, I am saying that her only asset is her ability to literrally pound me into the mat and make me submit. If this doesn't sound like a violent pornography, I don't know what does. By the end of the night, I assure Reginald, the fans, and anyone else who happened to flip through the channels this Friday, that I intend to win. I will come in this Sunday and lay into her like her half-cousins did at her little brother's christening. For now, I am signing off, I have bigger things to think of than this fiasco of a match. So for now...good night and sleep tight, don't let the bed bug bites. Oh and Grace...wear something skimpy down to the ring for me, would ya babe?"
Madok blows a kiss at the camera as he begins to turn it off, but not before uttering.
"Oh and Reggi...you can go fuck off."
The scene bursts to static after Madok finishes saying what he was going to say.
"I'm sorry, sweety, were you saying something?"
"Were you zoning out again, Madok?"
The scene opens up on Madok and Nicky sitting around a table at a local restaurant in New York City, Madok has a big burger on his plate that looks barely touched, and Nicky has a sizable plate of pasta in front of her. Madok, who's mind was wandering, had only heard half of what Nicky had said, and for the most part really didn't have much to add to the conversation that he started. The conversation had basically started up with Madok telling Nicky that he was worried about becoming a father, she had said that he would be a good father, and Madok then asked her why he would be. Nicky put down a list of reasons on him, a list that he had barely listened or payed attention to, and now here they were. Sitting at a table, looking at each other, and wondering what exactly could happen by next year. Madok didn't believe he would ever be a good father, a friend sure, but a father? Madok had issues with that, for starters he had barely known his father, and as such he hadn't developed the skill set necessary to be a father. Secondly, Madok was drunk half the time, it would be a task for him to remain sober, and to not pick up the bottle as to not be a bad influence on his kid. Lastly, Madok felt trapped by this whole thing, he believe that he had been helplessly thrown into this whole baby thing, and now more than ever he felt like there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
No matter how hard Nicky tried to cheer him up, Madok continued to think this way, and there seemed to be no end in sight of how frightened Madok was of the whole thing. She had tried everything of course, tried telling him how fun he could be, and how with all the money he had he could easily spoil the child, and treat him or her like a king or queen. Madok had agreed that it was a major plus that he had the money to support a child, but he was still clueless as to how to raise one and that was where the problem was. Nicky put her hand on Madok's hand in the center of the table, she could tell he was deep in thought, lost in a perpetual cycle of worry that had been caused by this pregnancy, but she knew the man she loved would step up to the plate when the time came. She knew that he would be a great father and that was all that mattered to her, it didn't matter what he thought because she knew she was right.
"Look at me, Madok."
Madok looked away from the window and at Nicky's face. He noted the concern in her eyes and in her voice as she began to speak again.
"I know you are scared...I know that you are worried that you will not be the father that this baby needs, but you don't need to worry about that. This is your child, your child will love you no matter how hard you mess things up, and all you need to do is be there for him or her and love him or her and care for him or her. Do you think I'm not scared? I'm scared, Maddy...I'm scared that this child will come out scarred, I'm worried about operation problems that end up killing me and the baby, Madok...you are not alone in this because I share your fear. However, Madok...I can deal with this fear because this baby is me and you...this our child. This baby is going to have your good looks, my personality, and all of your quirks..."
"God, I hope not..."
Nicky snickered a bit as she saw a smile forming on Madok's face. She continued rather quickly.
"All I'm saying is that baby is yours and mine, Madok. Having this baby isn't going to be a chore or a hassle, this baby is going to be a gift."
Madok grabbed Nicky's hand and held it tightly as he nodded his head in agreement.
"I understand...thanks, Nicky. I see now that my fears are rather one sided and that I need not focus on such things. I should be happy. I'm having a kid, not only a kid, but a kid with someone that I love very much. I should have no reason to be unhappy."
Madok leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and then upon leaning back picked up his huge burger and began to eat. Nicky grinned as she noticed Madok's return to normal, but then looked down to her watch, seeing what time it was she quickly got up from the table and leaned over to kiss Madok on the side of the head.
"Sorry, Maddy...I have a doctors appointment."
"I still think I should come with you."
"Don't be silly, you have business to take care of, and it will be fine. It is just a routine check up, not like I'm having the baby or anything."
"What time are you going to be home?"
"I should be home around four, at least that is the plan."
"Alright then, drive safe."
"I always do."
With that Nicky walked out of the diner doors and out toward her car, leaving Madok alone in a booth with a large burger and a pile of pasta. He would finish his burger and then ask the waitress to package up the pasta before making his way out to his car, where his driver was waiting patiently. He opened the door for Madok as Madok sat down in the back seat as the driver got in the driver's seat and started the car up. As the car pulled out, the scene switched to the inside of the car where Madok is sitting calmly, looking out the window, and enjoying the ride. Out of no where Madok begins to speak to the camera, not even glancing at it as he does so.
"It comes as no surprise to me that Reginald is putting me through the seventh circle of hell this week. He is upset at me, angry at me, and above all else perplexed by the situation with my Tap Out Championship. And who can blame him? I mean the last two people I fought I out-smarted to win the match and didn't even make them tap...hell if I remember quite honestly I haven't made many people tap since I won this championship if any at all. But that is just the type of guy I am, I suppose, but that is clearly not the type of guy Reginald wants representing his company with the Tap Out Championship. He wants a ground and pounder, some one who has little to no brains, but has submission training. He doesn't care how he has to do it, all that he cares about is that I don't have this title around my waist after this Sunday. He of course has made the right choice in my opponent. A dumb Irish girl from somewhere in Ireland who has no class. No class what so ever. She has made a living off of intimidating people, surprising them with an abnormally high pain thresh-hold and an incredible strength.
I say that this may be my most daunting task yet, but it is do-able. Not in the sense that I will do her after the match, but in the sense that I am capable of beating her. All I have to do is play smart. I mean, she has looks, strength, and endurance, but I make up for it with cunning, agility, and some endurance of my own. Also, her name is an oxymoron. Grace is not graceful, it is as clear as day. She doesn't have the ability to be effective normally, mainly because of how clumsy she is, after all she is Irish and she is usually hammered. I know, I know that is a stereo-type, but for the love of God it is true! This girl only has one asset on her and no I'm not talking about her nice rack, I am saying that her only asset is her ability to literrally pound me into the mat and make me submit. If this doesn't sound like a violent pornography, I don't know what does. By the end of the night, I assure Reginald, the fans, and anyone else who happened to flip through the channels this Friday, that I intend to win. I will come in this Sunday and lay into her like her half-cousins did at her little brother's christening. For now, I am signing off, I have bigger things to think of than this fiasco of a match. So for now...good night and sleep tight, don't let the bed bug bites. Oh and Grace...wear something skimpy down to the ring for me, would ya babe?"
Madok blows a kiss at the camera as he begins to turn it off, but not before uttering.
"Oh and Reggi...you can go fuck off."
The scene bursts to static after Madok finishes saying what he was going to say.
