Post by Matt Weatherlight on May 20, 2011 22:31:55 GMT -4
*Just Outside of Darwin, A Few Days Ago*
"Where the fuck are we, hon?"
Madok said from the passenger seat of their rented jeep as he looked over at Nicky, who by the looks of things had no clue where they were either, and after a few seconds of silence looked over for a second and gave a faint shrug. They had been driving for hours, trying to find a way to reach Darwin so that they could pack it in for the night, but so far they had been rather unlucky in their search for Darwin, and the blame could be solely put on Madok's shoulders. He had lost the map back in Melbourne and had given up searching for it after the first hour of looking. So, he decided to just wing it, and now here they were. In the middle of nowhere, with no map, and running low on gas. Oh, did we forget to mention the tank was nearly dry, and that this occurrence was also because of Madok being in a rush to make it to Darwin? It seemed like Madok's luck could not get any worse, but somewhere deep in the back of Madok's head he knew it would and as if on cue the motor began to sputter. The tank was bone dry and now the jeep had to park on the side of the road in the middle of no man's land.
Madok commenced to verbally abuse himself in his mind while Nicky sat there and shook her head in frustration. Clearly they should have flown to Darwin like Matt had, but Madok had wanted to spend more time with his girl so he had suggested a trip. Nicky, of course agreeing to this, was happy to have the young Invoker to talk to on the long drive to Darwin. It was sad of course that now they were stuck in the middle of nowhere in a country when all the really bad things seem to want to come out at night and with night rapidly approaching, both Madok and Nicky were quite concerned.
"What are we going to do, Madok?"
Madok looked over at her and for a second pondered what he could do and then in one quick moment remembered his cell phone.
"I know! I will call Matt, he is in Darwin! I'm sure he can come get us and take us to the city!"
"That would be a good idea....but, we are in the middle of the nowhere and I doubt Matt could find us."
Madok put his head down low, knowing all too well that what she had just said was one hundred and ten percent true. It didn't matter if he called out, it would do nothing for them, but irritate them and drive them insane waiting for Matt Weatherlight to miraculously find them. Sadly, miracles were in short supply today. Madok leaned back in his chair and brought his arms behind his head, relaxing as best he could as he tried his best to think himself out of this one. Nicky looked out the window at the setting sun, knowing all too well that their last hopes were setting with it. Madok sighed, knowing all too well that he was the reason they were out here, and knew all too well that by morning nothing would change. They would still be stranded and they would still be nowhere near being saved tomorrow.
"I have to do something...."
"Like what?"
"I don't know, but we can't stay sitting around here. That is too dangerous as something could easily attack us at night...."
"But night fall is approaching and there are a lot of things out there that..."
"I know...I know, but I can't just let you sit in here waiting for help. I'm going to find some one and do something. I'm not going to die out here and I'm not going to let my girl and my unborn child get killed out here either. So...lets go."
Madok opened the door and stepped out, feeling a bit of cold breeze from the wind as the night began to draw closer. He smiled a bit as he opened the door for Nicky, who stepped out, and did her best to calm herself due to her fear of what was out in the dark. Madok wrapped his arm around her, steadying her, and whispering promises such as promising not to allow any harm to come to her. This made her happy and calmed her quite a bit as they began to track along the road, looking for any sort of civilization that they could come across. It wasn't long before the night finally arrived, its' arrival was herald' by a cold wind that sent shivers up both Nicky and Madok's spines, but they continued on, not wanting to stop for even a second fearing the possibilities.
"If we survive this...remind me to never do something like this again, would you?"
Nicky snickered and then yelped in pain causing Madok to abruptly jump and turn to see his girlfriend laying in the dirt holding her ankle. Madok ran up to her and looked at the ankle in the dim light of the moon.
"I think...I twisted my ankle."
"Come on...I will carry you."
"I will only slow you..."
"Shut up...I'm carrying you to Darwin and I will be damned if I let you stay out here all fucking night. Now come on!"
Nicky winced one more time and then nodded her head as she wrapped her arm around Madok's neck and Madok lifted her off the dirt road and into his arms. He began to walk forward, knowing all too well that he needed to get Nicky to a hospital for treatment. It was his love for Nicky that kept him going, he kept walking regardless of the strain he was under, and regardless of how he just wanted to rest for a second. His love and desire to live pushed him to new highs and he could feel that and it made him smile. He kissed his girlfriend on the head and she looked up at him and he could tell that the feeling of love between the two of them was special and that both of them shared it. She snuggled up to him as he continued to walk forward, no longer caring about the dangers, and knowing that even in the darkest of night some light may very well shine through....
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"I'm not the man for this job....that's what some people would like you all to think and agree upon because it just suits their ends. You see, this has nothing to do with me personally, but it has everything to do with self-promoting a boring agenda that no one cares about or believes in. This is them hyping themselves...this is them trying to under-hype me. I have dealt with that and I have gone through that and it never ceases to amaze me to see it again every once in a while out of the blue. For instance, these two rat bastards who decided to send in their promotions before me quite honestly love to bad mouth me. They love to underestimate my value to this company...or my ability to give entertainment to the masses. They love it because it makes them feel good. They love it because it makes their arguments for being champion seem valid. That's fantastic...if it mattered that is.
You see what my opponents don't understand is I don't give a fuck about popular conceptions of me. I don't give a fuck if I lost to a Irish bitch who doesn't know where the fuck to send her God damn application for a work vista extension. I don't care if you guys don't think I can make someone submit. I don't care about your talent finding organization. I don't care if this is an elmination style match. And above all else...I could give less than a fuck about any of you because in the end...and I mean this...in the end that championship goes back to me because I am the most qualified man in this match to hold it. And it won't be because I bought my shot, it won't be because there is some kind of favortist system...it will be because I am talented and nothing more. So lets drop these illusions of talent that you guys hold so dear right now and get down to brass tacks here because I seriously want to know what makes you guys the betters and me the loser?
I mean, is it because I don't wake up in the morning in my shitty apartment alone, and without the need to smoke a joint? Is it because I don't know what being poor feels like or knowing what it feels like to put all my money on the line knowing all too well that I'm am over my head? Or is it because I spend my money doing stuff instead of wasting it on crutches and addictions? I mean, what the fuck is so special about any of you guys? Nothing. The answer is nothing, but that doesn't matter to you. Oh, fucking, no! All that matters is that you are a leg up, that you come in, and bad mouth one of the great ones and try to slap him in his face and pretend he can't bite back. Well you walked into the wrong yard...Chris Cyrus' yard is next door. This is my yard. This is my domain...and the belt that I am fighting for is the first one that I have ever earned in my career as a professional athlete. So fuck off if you all think I'm going to take this match lightly like I did with that Irish potato farmer. No, I'm serious about my business right now, and I plan on collecting dividens from all of your monkey asses this Sunday in front of an audience of my fans, not your fans, my fans, and laughing as you cry at my feet.
I don't know most of you...mainly because I don't do research and because I try to ignore the ever living shit out of those that I find to be ridiculously retarded and lacking of any talent that presents a challenge. So I will not be talking to you one on one...I refuse to do so because this match is about all of us and I will address everyone and not one being because it makes no sense to do it otherwise. Also, I don't have time to guess names or point fingers or remember important facts because I have two jobs. Shocker, I know that I want to do something outside of bash people's skulls in, and even more of a shocker that I have the talent to pull off both and still get enough sleep to look like a sexy beast every day. The fact is...I don't care if you hate me, but I will be damned if you don't respect me and so far not a single damn one of you has shown me a bit of respect. And for what reason? Because I lost my title to a pub hopping wench? Or is it because I was the first man to ever be the Tap Out Champion, but have no tap out maneuvers? Is that it? Well fuck off if those are your reasonings and fuck off if they aren't because I'm not going to let you degrade me with petty words and that is because I'm above all of you.
Now that may sound egotistical, but I don't give a rat's ass if it does. I am good and the world knows I'm good otherwise I wouldn't get phone numbers from all of the sexy girls in the arena or asked for tips by guys who are looking to get better at fighting. But that is neither here nor there...the focal point of this fight is a championship belt. The Tap Out belt that was rudely taken from my hands by some ingrate hussy who is gone now and most likely will never be coming back and that is fine...she will not be missed. I have even forgotten her name and why shouldn't I? She humiliated me in front of my peers and made a big parade about winning only to fuck herself over by being a dunce. No matter, this isn't about her. It is about a championship that is in jeopardy of falling into the hands of four under talented individuals who will destroy the division with their stupidity and lack of respect for what it takes to be a champion.
But fuck that right? We want gold now, right? You guys make me sick. It is deplorable. It is redundant. And it has been done to death. None of you deserve this belt, not a damn one of you, and it is a shame really...I thought just one of you would respect what it took me to become a champion. But that won't happen...no one wants to speak the truth...no wants to say that I beat two men in a two on one...no one wants to say that I aggressively fought for my championship only to lose it and no one wants to face the facts when it comes to who deserves to gain this championship. And it is because of that, that I will show you no respect in the ring...I will destroy whoever is left standing at the end of the night. I don't care if it was the first entrant or the last entrant.
It is because I'm an actual diamond in this rough...it is because I have the potential to one day rise above to become World Heavyweight Champion and it is because I have earned this right...I have earned this trophy. And I deserve to raise it above my head and to become a two time...TAP OUT CHAMPION! So go ahead and roll your dice, smoke your joints, dye your hair pink, or talk about anime because at the end of the fucking night...all that will matter is who is the best and I quite frankly...believe that I am the best because ...the only way you are going to make me tap is if you break my legs off and strangle me with them any other way...and you are just shit out of luck. So just enjoy this time to look good while it lasts because only one man can win and that man will be me. And while the credits are rolling, much like in a good movie, at the end there will be two words plastered there for you all to see...FUCK OFF!"
*Scene Bursts to Static*
"Where the fuck are we, hon?"
Madok said from the passenger seat of their rented jeep as he looked over at Nicky, who by the looks of things had no clue where they were either, and after a few seconds of silence looked over for a second and gave a faint shrug. They had been driving for hours, trying to find a way to reach Darwin so that they could pack it in for the night, but so far they had been rather unlucky in their search for Darwin, and the blame could be solely put on Madok's shoulders. He had lost the map back in Melbourne and had given up searching for it after the first hour of looking. So, he decided to just wing it, and now here they were. In the middle of nowhere, with no map, and running low on gas. Oh, did we forget to mention the tank was nearly dry, and that this occurrence was also because of Madok being in a rush to make it to Darwin? It seemed like Madok's luck could not get any worse, but somewhere deep in the back of Madok's head he knew it would and as if on cue the motor began to sputter. The tank was bone dry and now the jeep had to park on the side of the road in the middle of no man's land.
Madok commenced to verbally abuse himself in his mind while Nicky sat there and shook her head in frustration. Clearly they should have flown to Darwin like Matt had, but Madok had wanted to spend more time with his girl so he had suggested a trip. Nicky, of course agreeing to this, was happy to have the young Invoker to talk to on the long drive to Darwin. It was sad of course that now they were stuck in the middle of nowhere in a country when all the really bad things seem to want to come out at night and with night rapidly approaching, both Madok and Nicky were quite concerned.
"What are we going to do, Madok?"
Madok looked over at her and for a second pondered what he could do and then in one quick moment remembered his cell phone.
"I know! I will call Matt, he is in Darwin! I'm sure he can come get us and take us to the city!"
"That would be a good idea....but, we are in the middle of the nowhere and I doubt Matt could find us."
Madok put his head down low, knowing all too well that what she had just said was one hundred and ten percent true. It didn't matter if he called out, it would do nothing for them, but irritate them and drive them insane waiting for Matt Weatherlight to miraculously find them. Sadly, miracles were in short supply today. Madok leaned back in his chair and brought his arms behind his head, relaxing as best he could as he tried his best to think himself out of this one. Nicky looked out the window at the setting sun, knowing all too well that their last hopes were setting with it. Madok sighed, knowing all too well that he was the reason they were out here, and knew all too well that by morning nothing would change. They would still be stranded and they would still be nowhere near being saved tomorrow.
"I have to do something...."
"Like what?"
"I don't know, but we can't stay sitting around here. That is too dangerous as something could easily attack us at night...."
"But night fall is approaching and there are a lot of things out there that..."
"I know...I know, but I can't just let you sit in here waiting for help. I'm going to find some one and do something. I'm not going to die out here and I'm not going to let my girl and my unborn child get killed out here either. So...lets go."
Madok opened the door and stepped out, feeling a bit of cold breeze from the wind as the night began to draw closer. He smiled a bit as he opened the door for Nicky, who stepped out, and did her best to calm herself due to her fear of what was out in the dark. Madok wrapped his arm around her, steadying her, and whispering promises such as promising not to allow any harm to come to her. This made her happy and calmed her quite a bit as they began to track along the road, looking for any sort of civilization that they could come across. It wasn't long before the night finally arrived, its' arrival was herald' by a cold wind that sent shivers up both Nicky and Madok's spines, but they continued on, not wanting to stop for even a second fearing the possibilities.
"If we survive this...remind me to never do something like this again, would you?"
Nicky snickered and then yelped in pain causing Madok to abruptly jump and turn to see his girlfriend laying in the dirt holding her ankle. Madok ran up to her and looked at the ankle in the dim light of the moon.
"I think...I twisted my ankle."
"Come on...I will carry you."
"I will only slow you..."
"Shut up...I'm carrying you to Darwin and I will be damned if I let you stay out here all fucking night. Now come on!"
Nicky winced one more time and then nodded her head as she wrapped her arm around Madok's neck and Madok lifted her off the dirt road and into his arms. He began to walk forward, knowing all too well that he needed to get Nicky to a hospital for treatment. It was his love for Nicky that kept him going, he kept walking regardless of the strain he was under, and regardless of how he just wanted to rest for a second. His love and desire to live pushed him to new highs and he could feel that and it made him smile. He kissed his girlfriend on the head and she looked up at him and he could tell that the feeling of love between the two of them was special and that both of them shared it. She snuggled up to him as he continued to walk forward, no longer caring about the dangers, and knowing that even in the darkest of night some light may very well shine through....
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"I'm not the man for this job....that's what some people would like you all to think and agree upon because it just suits their ends. You see, this has nothing to do with me personally, but it has everything to do with self-promoting a boring agenda that no one cares about or believes in. This is them hyping themselves...this is them trying to under-hype me. I have dealt with that and I have gone through that and it never ceases to amaze me to see it again every once in a while out of the blue. For instance, these two rat bastards who decided to send in their promotions before me quite honestly love to bad mouth me. They love to underestimate my value to this company...or my ability to give entertainment to the masses. They love it because it makes them feel good. They love it because it makes their arguments for being champion seem valid. That's fantastic...if it mattered that is.
You see what my opponents don't understand is I don't give a fuck about popular conceptions of me. I don't give a fuck if I lost to a Irish bitch who doesn't know where the fuck to send her God damn application for a work vista extension. I don't care if you guys don't think I can make someone submit. I don't care about your talent finding organization. I don't care if this is an elmination style match. And above all else...I could give less than a fuck about any of you because in the end...and I mean this...in the end that championship goes back to me because I am the most qualified man in this match to hold it. And it won't be because I bought my shot, it won't be because there is some kind of favortist system...it will be because I am talented and nothing more. So lets drop these illusions of talent that you guys hold so dear right now and get down to brass tacks here because I seriously want to know what makes you guys the betters and me the loser?
I mean, is it because I don't wake up in the morning in my shitty apartment alone, and without the need to smoke a joint? Is it because I don't know what being poor feels like or knowing what it feels like to put all my money on the line knowing all too well that I'm am over my head? Or is it because I spend my money doing stuff instead of wasting it on crutches and addictions? I mean, what the fuck is so special about any of you guys? Nothing. The answer is nothing, but that doesn't matter to you. Oh, fucking, no! All that matters is that you are a leg up, that you come in, and bad mouth one of the great ones and try to slap him in his face and pretend he can't bite back. Well you walked into the wrong yard...Chris Cyrus' yard is next door. This is my yard. This is my domain...and the belt that I am fighting for is the first one that I have ever earned in my career as a professional athlete. So fuck off if you all think I'm going to take this match lightly like I did with that Irish potato farmer. No, I'm serious about my business right now, and I plan on collecting dividens from all of your monkey asses this Sunday in front of an audience of my fans, not your fans, my fans, and laughing as you cry at my feet.
I don't know most of you...mainly because I don't do research and because I try to ignore the ever living shit out of those that I find to be ridiculously retarded and lacking of any talent that presents a challenge. So I will not be talking to you one on one...I refuse to do so because this match is about all of us and I will address everyone and not one being because it makes no sense to do it otherwise. Also, I don't have time to guess names or point fingers or remember important facts because I have two jobs. Shocker, I know that I want to do something outside of bash people's skulls in, and even more of a shocker that I have the talent to pull off both and still get enough sleep to look like a sexy beast every day. The fact is...I don't care if you hate me, but I will be damned if you don't respect me and so far not a single damn one of you has shown me a bit of respect. And for what reason? Because I lost my title to a pub hopping wench? Or is it because I was the first man to ever be the Tap Out Champion, but have no tap out maneuvers? Is that it? Well fuck off if those are your reasonings and fuck off if they aren't because I'm not going to let you degrade me with petty words and that is because I'm above all of you.
Now that may sound egotistical, but I don't give a rat's ass if it does. I am good and the world knows I'm good otherwise I wouldn't get phone numbers from all of the sexy girls in the arena or asked for tips by guys who are looking to get better at fighting. But that is neither here nor there...the focal point of this fight is a championship belt. The Tap Out belt that was rudely taken from my hands by some ingrate hussy who is gone now and most likely will never be coming back and that is fine...she will not be missed. I have even forgotten her name and why shouldn't I? She humiliated me in front of my peers and made a big parade about winning only to fuck herself over by being a dunce. No matter, this isn't about her. It is about a championship that is in jeopardy of falling into the hands of four under talented individuals who will destroy the division with their stupidity and lack of respect for what it takes to be a champion.
But fuck that right? We want gold now, right? You guys make me sick. It is deplorable. It is redundant. And it has been done to death. None of you deserve this belt, not a damn one of you, and it is a shame really...I thought just one of you would respect what it took me to become a champion. But that won't happen...no one wants to speak the truth...no wants to say that I beat two men in a two on one...no one wants to say that I aggressively fought for my championship only to lose it and no one wants to face the facts when it comes to who deserves to gain this championship. And it is because of that, that I will show you no respect in the ring...I will destroy whoever is left standing at the end of the night. I don't care if it was the first entrant or the last entrant.
It is because I'm an actual diamond in this rough...it is because I have the potential to one day rise above to become World Heavyweight Champion and it is because I have earned this right...I have earned this trophy. And I deserve to raise it above my head and to become a two time...TAP OUT CHAMPION! So go ahead and roll your dice, smoke your joints, dye your hair pink, or talk about anime because at the end of the fucking night...all that will matter is who is the best and I quite frankly...believe that I am the best because ...the only way you are going to make me tap is if you break my legs off and strangle me with them any other way...and you are just shit out of luck. So just enjoy this time to look good while it lasts because only one man can win and that man will be me. And while the credits are rolling, much like in a good movie, at the end there will be two words plastered there for you all to see...FUCK OFF!"
*Scene Bursts to Static*
