Post by Matt Weatherlight on Apr 24, 2011 18:35:41 GMT -4
*New York City, Unknown Location, Present Day*
The green screen was in place perfectly, the actors had been handpicked, and a small crowd had gathered for a re-enactment of a promotion that had been released a few days ago. Madok can be seen on the far edge of the screen, sitting down in a chair next to Nicky, who is holding his hand, and whispering into his ear. Madok nods his head and then points to the two actors to step into the scene. Madok whispers something to Nicky, and then asks the actors.
"Alright, remember your lines?"
They nod and Madok grins.
"They know their lines."
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Madok turns his head to look at Nicky and raises an eyebrow.
"Listen, they brought this on themselves...she shouldn't mess with a billionaire."
"Yeah, but isn't this taking this a bit to the extreme...I mean remaking their promotion...."
"Remaking their promotion to be better, sweety. Remaking it to be better. I mean I could barely understand the hoe..."
Nicky slaps Madok on the arm and Madok winces a bit before looking dead into her eyes.
"What was that for?"
"Don't call any lady a hoe, alright?"
"Alright, alright...jeeze. Well, I could barely understand the..."
He continues to look at Nicky as she readies her hand again.
"The lady..."
He grins as she puts her hand down and Madok continues.
"She has such a thick accent and trying to listen to her promotion was like listening to the bush people speaking in clicks...I don't know if she was complimenting me, dissing me, or trying to get in my pants."
Nicky chuckles and Madok looks away and then begins again.
"It could happen."
"You were lucky to get me, Madok."
"I know, babe. I know."
Madok looks over to the scene and stands up again as he begins to announce what he wants.
"AND ACTION!"
The show opens up on two people talking in front of a county fair, both of the actors, one female and one male, are drinking alcohol, and enjoying themselves. The lady can be heard as a microphone draws close to being above her.
"Dif alei dkjwm aqpsmwima."
"Yeah, I agree. She wasn't ready for you."
"Kalemq qoslf alqoe amaw alqw."
"Yeah, that Madork guy is lame. Kind of like my blatant trying to make his name into a joke by throwing random endings on to his name! Man, I'm just so awesome that I could just shut the fuck up for the rest of this scene."
"OH DEAR GOD! I AM GETTING CHASED BY A PACK OF IRISH HOUNDS!"
"Alwes bena aqwura?"
"I just can't keep my mouth shut because I love the dick! Wait, did that sound like Brady to you?"
"OH DEAR GOD IT IS EATING MY FACE! IF ONLY KAYCEE WERE HERE SHE WOULD PROTECT ME!"
"Apper allite maginumhomus?"
"No, I think we should let the dogs eat him so I can get some more stupid jokes in about his name so I can feel better about myself and make you seem like the right choice to be the champion. Oh man, I can't wait to make a Madoof joke, that will be so unfunny that I will be able to win an academy award for being the jack off of the year."
"Alter mage queer?"
"I think there is an award for that, but then again I am too moronic and simple to understand the complexities of even the simplest of things...such as reading, joke cracking, wise assery, or even fornication. I haven't fucked anything since I started being around you. God, I'm lonely."
"OH GOD SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE! OH GOD THEY ARE EATING MY TESTICLES!"
A man stumbles on to the scene being vigorously attacked by Irish Hounds.
"CUT! Please get the dogs off of him."
Madok walks over to the scene and shakes the hands of the two actors.
"Will he be alright?"
The female actor asks and Madok looks over at the man being treated by the medical staff. Madok wags his head left and right and then nods his head.
"Yeah, my medical team will have him as good as new in no time. But thank you two for doing this for me, it was a big favor."
"It was really no problem, I enjoyed portraying an absolute failure...never done it before."
"And I enjoyed portraying a female who clearly can not speak proper English..."
"It is great practice for future roles. Who knows, maybe I can pull some strings and set you guys up to be in the movies."
"Really?"
"Yes, really...I'm a good judge of talent and you two have it. Just get in contact with Nicky over there and she will pencil you in for a private meeting with me at my office. We will set something up for you there."
"Thank you, Mr. Mortalis!"
"No, thank you."
"Have a nice day."
Madok makes a bee line for Nicky who is already getting ready to leave. Madok gets up right behind her and leans over and whispers into her ear.
"How was it?"
"Distasteful and completely moronic."
"Good because that was the angle I was going for. I did this for shits and giggles, Nicky. I don't like these two clowns dissing me left and right like they know me because they don't know me."
"And you don't know them."
"No, I know them both all too well."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Then go ahead and prove it."
Madok nods his head and then sits down in his chair as he takes a deep breath and then begins.
"Grace Kerr was a college student until she decided to have a rumble at a university, this battle was supposedly over Kaycee Young's honor which I didn't think existed at the time, but meh, who fucking cares anyhow. She got expelled along side Kaycee and both of them became wrestlers because they lacked the higher intelligence to be anything else. Grace Kerr went on to become a successful student at a wrestling academy that belonged to, I believe, Kaycee's father, but in the end due to her low development in the intelligence department she was a flawed product. But yet, she made it main stream, coming here, and beating a few nameless scrubs that nobody gives a fuck about, and somehow managed to get a title shot opportunity out of it. In the end Grace Kerr is a prime example of what is wrong with Ireland. Representing the brutal and rather arrogant side of the Irish people while also demonstrating the need to drink alcohol and fight on a constant basis."
Nicky nodded her head, apparently she was shocked at how much Madok had deducted from a small piece of information that she had given him. Madok leaned back in his chair a smug grin on his face.
"You know I love it when you use your brain."
"Hey, I may act retarded sometimes, but I'm really just being eccentric. Anyway, lets go back to the penthouse so I can show you how much I love you."
"Oh, that sounds interesting..."
"I bet it does."
She winks at him as the scene fades to black as Madok follows her out of the area.
*A Few Hours Later, Madok's Penthouse*
The scene reopens on Madok standing in front of a window in his penthouse, he is wearing nothing, but a robe and a pair of boxers, leaving little to the imagination of the female viewers. He covers himself up and turns to the camera as he walks over to the kitchen table, taking a seat again.
"It is good being me."
Madok said, sitting down, and pulling out something from underneath the table. The Tap Out Championship to be exact.
"You see, I may not make people tap out, but I am smart enough to see the flaws in everyone's styles, smart enough to read people, and smart enough to know when someone is quite literally full of shit. And wouldn't you know it, but this week all I can hear is my bull shit alarm every time you speak, Grace. This title was not only designed for you unintelligent brutes out there, but it was also made for the thinking man, the man who can pick an opponent apart by just looking at his stance, the man who can read his opponent's mind like an open book, and the man who quite honestly is smart enough to read between the lines and see the very essence of the situation. I am such a man and if you weren't so busy listening to the wailing of some prick in the background or some retard who thinks he is witty, you would know that. I won this title by making a man tap and my only title defense was quite literally a two on one. I don't know if you have ever been in a handicap match, Grace....what am I talking about! Every night is a handicap match for you because you are mentally challenged. Too many beers and too many hits to the head I reckon, but that is beside the point. The reason I won by disqualification was because I knew there was no chance I would be able to get one of them solo'd out without the other taking a whack at me.
So I used something that most of these unintelligent pricks don't use..."
Madok points at his head and then nods.
"My brain. But now, here you are! Trying to use that as firepower because you are grasping at straws, hell it was far-fetched that you thought I was having a pity-party because I am going to be a father and it is even more far-fetched that you believe that you are going to win this match. Sure, the odds are against me, but that didn't stop me from winning and retaining this belt for these past months and it won't stop me from winning this match. The fact is Grace, I gave you too much credit, I gave you one thing, and that was your a good wrestler, but now I doubt even that. Right now, I'm just looking at everything you said, which is hard to do because I could barely decipher your Irish accented English, and all I can say is I was wrong. You see, Grace. You are just another face to me. A walking talking bag of dirt that managed to manifest itself this time in a pretty package, you are not talented, you are not smart, and above all else you are just plain boring. I don't know why you are how you are, but I can easily blame it on the problems in Ireland, and the civilization that it represents."
Madok's cook brings over a glass of iced tea and Madok nods his head before drinking some.
"A civilization of drunken degenerates which have done little to nothing for this planet. The fact is Grace, just because I haven't made someone submit doesn't matter. Hell, the best weapons are the ones you don't see coming, and quite honestly you don't even know how much I have trained in preparation for submission matches. I can and will make you submit, regardless of how fiery or strong you think you are...I will succeed because that is how America is...we never quit and we never surrender. So if you think I'm going to tap and let you walk out with my title like it is some kind of keg you picked up at a local pub...think again because Madok Mortalis is going to be champion for years to come! Oh and by the way...you can fuck off!"
The green screen was in place perfectly, the actors had been handpicked, and a small crowd had gathered for a re-enactment of a promotion that had been released a few days ago. Madok can be seen on the far edge of the screen, sitting down in a chair next to Nicky, who is holding his hand, and whispering into his ear. Madok nods his head and then points to the two actors to step into the scene. Madok whispers something to Nicky, and then asks the actors.
"Alright, remember your lines?"
They nod and Madok grins.
"They know their lines."
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Madok turns his head to look at Nicky and raises an eyebrow.
"Listen, they brought this on themselves...she shouldn't mess with a billionaire."
"Yeah, but isn't this taking this a bit to the extreme...I mean remaking their promotion...."
"Remaking their promotion to be better, sweety. Remaking it to be better. I mean I could barely understand the hoe..."
Nicky slaps Madok on the arm and Madok winces a bit before looking dead into her eyes.
"What was that for?"
"Don't call any lady a hoe, alright?"
"Alright, alright...jeeze. Well, I could barely understand the..."
He continues to look at Nicky as she readies her hand again.
"The lady..."
He grins as she puts her hand down and Madok continues.
"She has such a thick accent and trying to listen to her promotion was like listening to the bush people speaking in clicks...I don't know if she was complimenting me, dissing me, or trying to get in my pants."
Nicky chuckles and Madok looks away and then begins again.
"It could happen."
"You were lucky to get me, Madok."
"I know, babe. I know."
Madok looks over to the scene and stands up again as he begins to announce what he wants.
"AND ACTION!"
The show opens up on two people talking in front of a county fair, both of the actors, one female and one male, are drinking alcohol, and enjoying themselves. The lady can be heard as a microphone draws close to being above her.
"Dif alei dkjwm aqpsmwima."
"Yeah, I agree. She wasn't ready for you."
"Kalemq qoslf alqoe amaw alqw."
"Yeah, that Madork guy is lame. Kind of like my blatant trying to make his name into a joke by throwing random endings on to his name! Man, I'm just so awesome that I could just shut the fuck up for the rest of this scene."
"OH DEAR GOD! I AM GETTING CHASED BY A PACK OF IRISH HOUNDS!"
"Alwes bena aqwura?"
"I just can't keep my mouth shut because I love the dick! Wait, did that sound like Brady to you?"
"OH DEAR GOD IT IS EATING MY FACE! IF ONLY KAYCEE WERE HERE SHE WOULD PROTECT ME!"
"Apper allite maginumhomus?"
"No, I think we should let the dogs eat him so I can get some more stupid jokes in about his name so I can feel better about myself and make you seem like the right choice to be the champion. Oh man, I can't wait to make a Madoof joke, that will be so unfunny that I will be able to win an academy award for being the jack off of the year."
"Alter mage queer?"
"I think there is an award for that, but then again I am too moronic and simple to understand the complexities of even the simplest of things...such as reading, joke cracking, wise assery, or even fornication. I haven't fucked anything since I started being around you. God, I'm lonely."
"OH GOD SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE! OH GOD THEY ARE EATING MY TESTICLES!"
A man stumbles on to the scene being vigorously attacked by Irish Hounds.
"CUT! Please get the dogs off of him."
Madok walks over to the scene and shakes the hands of the two actors.
"Will he be alright?"
The female actor asks and Madok looks over at the man being treated by the medical staff. Madok wags his head left and right and then nods his head.
"Yeah, my medical team will have him as good as new in no time. But thank you two for doing this for me, it was a big favor."
"It was really no problem, I enjoyed portraying an absolute failure...never done it before."
"And I enjoyed portraying a female who clearly can not speak proper English..."
"It is great practice for future roles. Who knows, maybe I can pull some strings and set you guys up to be in the movies."
"Really?"
"Yes, really...I'm a good judge of talent and you two have it. Just get in contact with Nicky over there and she will pencil you in for a private meeting with me at my office. We will set something up for you there."
"Thank you, Mr. Mortalis!"
"No, thank you."
"Have a nice day."
Madok makes a bee line for Nicky who is already getting ready to leave. Madok gets up right behind her and leans over and whispers into her ear.
"How was it?"
"Distasteful and completely moronic."
"Good because that was the angle I was going for. I did this for shits and giggles, Nicky. I don't like these two clowns dissing me left and right like they know me because they don't know me."
"And you don't know them."
"No, I know them both all too well."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Then go ahead and prove it."
Madok nods his head and then sits down in his chair as he takes a deep breath and then begins.
"Grace Kerr was a college student until she decided to have a rumble at a university, this battle was supposedly over Kaycee Young's honor which I didn't think existed at the time, but meh, who fucking cares anyhow. She got expelled along side Kaycee and both of them became wrestlers because they lacked the higher intelligence to be anything else. Grace Kerr went on to become a successful student at a wrestling academy that belonged to, I believe, Kaycee's father, but in the end due to her low development in the intelligence department she was a flawed product. But yet, she made it main stream, coming here, and beating a few nameless scrubs that nobody gives a fuck about, and somehow managed to get a title shot opportunity out of it. In the end Grace Kerr is a prime example of what is wrong with Ireland. Representing the brutal and rather arrogant side of the Irish people while also demonstrating the need to drink alcohol and fight on a constant basis."
Nicky nodded her head, apparently she was shocked at how much Madok had deducted from a small piece of information that she had given him. Madok leaned back in his chair a smug grin on his face.
"You know I love it when you use your brain."
"Hey, I may act retarded sometimes, but I'm really just being eccentric. Anyway, lets go back to the penthouse so I can show you how much I love you."
"Oh, that sounds interesting..."
"I bet it does."
She winks at him as the scene fades to black as Madok follows her out of the area.
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*A Few Hours Later, Madok's Penthouse*
The scene reopens on Madok standing in front of a window in his penthouse, he is wearing nothing, but a robe and a pair of boxers, leaving little to the imagination of the female viewers. He covers himself up and turns to the camera as he walks over to the kitchen table, taking a seat again.
"It is good being me."
Madok said, sitting down, and pulling out something from underneath the table. The Tap Out Championship to be exact.
"You see, I may not make people tap out, but I am smart enough to see the flaws in everyone's styles, smart enough to read people, and smart enough to know when someone is quite literally full of shit. And wouldn't you know it, but this week all I can hear is my bull shit alarm every time you speak, Grace. This title was not only designed for you unintelligent brutes out there, but it was also made for the thinking man, the man who can pick an opponent apart by just looking at his stance, the man who can read his opponent's mind like an open book, and the man who quite honestly is smart enough to read between the lines and see the very essence of the situation. I am such a man and if you weren't so busy listening to the wailing of some prick in the background or some retard who thinks he is witty, you would know that. I won this title by making a man tap and my only title defense was quite literally a two on one. I don't know if you have ever been in a handicap match, Grace....what am I talking about! Every night is a handicap match for you because you are mentally challenged. Too many beers and too many hits to the head I reckon, but that is beside the point. The reason I won by disqualification was because I knew there was no chance I would be able to get one of them solo'd out without the other taking a whack at me.
So I used something that most of these unintelligent pricks don't use..."
Madok points at his head and then nods.
"My brain. But now, here you are! Trying to use that as firepower because you are grasping at straws, hell it was far-fetched that you thought I was having a pity-party because I am going to be a father and it is even more far-fetched that you believe that you are going to win this match. Sure, the odds are against me, but that didn't stop me from winning and retaining this belt for these past months and it won't stop me from winning this match. The fact is Grace, I gave you too much credit, I gave you one thing, and that was your a good wrestler, but now I doubt even that. Right now, I'm just looking at everything you said, which is hard to do because I could barely decipher your Irish accented English, and all I can say is I was wrong. You see, Grace. You are just another face to me. A walking talking bag of dirt that managed to manifest itself this time in a pretty package, you are not talented, you are not smart, and above all else you are just plain boring. I don't know why you are how you are, but I can easily blame it on the problems in Ireland, and the civilization that it represents."
Madok's cook brings over a glass of iced tea and Madok nods his head before drinking some.
"A civilization of drunken degenerates which have done little to nothing for this planet. The fact is Grace, just because I haven't made someone submit doesn't matter. Hell, the best weapons are the ones you don't see coming, and quite honestly you don't even know how much I have trained in preparation for submission matches. I can and will make you submit, regardless of how fiery or strong you think you are...I will succeed because that is how America is...we never quit and we never surrender. So if you think I'm going to tap and let you walk out with my title like it is some kind of keg you picked up at a local pub...think again because Madok Mortalis is going to be champion for years to come! Oh and by the way...you can fuck off!"
