Post by Madman on Aug 18, 2013 20:09:20 GMT -5
**To fully be in tune with the story you may want to read my rp from APW The End of Something Personal: Part I**
"Another match, another win..."
"When will everyone learn? When will they all finally see the big picture? Chris Madison is the future Can-X Heavyweight Champion!"
"Who's going to stop me? They tried pitting three men against me at once. I prevailed. They prayed that Canada's own, Cid White, would have a date with Lady Luck. I prevailed. Travis Valour marched down to ringside during the end of my match to try and save face with the name that keeps headlining their shows. I spat in his face!"
"I am nobody's show pony! I will not conform to what their perfect image of a champion is. The sooner they realize this, the smoother my reign will go for them..."
"And I will have my reign. No one in this company even deserves to hold my jock strap, let alone be in the same ring as me. It's like the New York Yankees playing baseball against the Calgary Hitmen. Not even a competition."
"The sooner they realize the better for everyone. It's not worth getting these kids hurt, just to throw them in the ring against me like some kind of novelty act. Each week it the same result. Every time I step in that ring it will be the same result...another match, another win!"
The Thursday night bar crowd piled into the Irish Times Pub group by group. After entering the door the large bar is situated along the entire right wall. Four or Five young women pose as the taverns bartenders for the night. The large wooden top is lined by barstools filled with patrons trying to get another drink while poorly flirting with the barmaids. Along the left side are booths where packs of friends laugh the night away exchanging stories.
A small jukebox is fixed on the back wall that plays the soundtrack of the night as chosen by the patrons. One man in the establishment stood out from the rest. Not because he was an attention whore, acting out as the booze flowed through his body. In fact for the exact opposite. He sat alone in the far right corner on the last barstool. The rest of the people at the bar have huddled away, creating an invisible barrier between him and the rest of the partygoers.
One of the young women stood opposite the intimidating figure with a plastic smile on her face. She chewed the piece of bubble gum in her mouth like a cow while she leaned over subtly squeezing her breasts together with the insides of her arms to protrude them out from the top of her low cut black tank top. He pounded back the small tumbler in his hand leaving only ice. The young woman nearly jumped out of her skin as he slammed the glass down. "Another Jack on the rocks?"
The man was a boozed up Chris Madison. His facial hair had grown into a five o'clock shadow which coincided well with his disheveled appearance. Chris glanced at the young woman and couldn't be decent enough to give a verbal response. He pounded the glass backdown on the bar top and nodded his head. Just then a hand swept across Chris's back, right between his shoulder blades. Chris's attention naturally gravitated to the unwelcoming touch. As much as he was looking forward to a fight he was relieved when he saw it was his friend and training partner, Manny Hernandez. Instantly Manny was able to tell by Chris's body language that he was in no mood for nonsense.
"Yo, what up Chris?" Manny watched as Chris silently turned his head towards him. The lack of a response said enough. "Well you've definitely seen better days. Next round is on me!"
"Man I'm at a loss right now...I can't get the image of her out of my head. How could she be so damn foolish!" The barmaid handed over the next drink which Chris quickly pounded down with ease. She watched nervously as Manny signaled for two more drinks.
The reference was about Chris's ex-girlfriend who had just taken her life. It had been a long couple of days for Chris and his appearance reflected it. Manny tried a comforting gesture of patting him on the back but it barely even phased his friend. "You can't let this take over your life. You're better than that. You took her out of your life when you came back!"
Chris peered out of the corner of his eye giving Manny an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. Manny knew he may have crossed the line with the last remark to a man who was grieving. "Yeah I know..." Those butterflies disappeared as Manny looked at Chris in disbelief. "I'm nothing but a damn workhorse. I forge on and make every appearance that I'm scheduled for regardless of what is going on in my life. This will be no different! I'm not losing sight of everything in front of me!"
Two more drinks were placed down in front of Chris and Manny. This round Chris took his time with the glass of alcohol. "I'm not trying to question you man. I just don't want to see a friend miss out on his opportunities over a relationship that he ended about six months ago. The red flags were there when Kiy was cutting her wrists a couple of months ago. This wasn't something to brush under the rug."
"I hear ya..." Manny had extended his drink out hoping for the return gesture from Chris. Chris obliged him causing the clinking sound of glass touching. "How's Nick doing about it all? I haven't heard from him since we found Kiy in my bedroom."
"Yeah he's handling his shit in his own way. I don't remember the last time he's spent this much time at the warehouse. Honestly I think he might even be sleeping there, in his office." Chris sunk down on his bar stool realizing that the Kiyomi incident was hitting a little too close to home. His younger brother Nick was with him that night when they had found her and the last thing he wanted was for it to effect his baby brother.
"He'll have to get over it. I can't do anything about what happened that night. It's bad enough I have to go down to the precinct tomorrow to answer questions about everything that happened."
Manny looked on, concerned about possible legal troubles for his friend. "Everything okay? They're not questioning what happened are they" he questioned with all sincerity.
"I dont think so. More just to tie up loose ends. She's never spent more than a months time here on any occasion so they don't know much about her. I think that's all they're looking for to wrap up their investigation." Madison thought for a moment while starring through the bottom of his glass, passed the golden brown liquor. "At least I hope so..."
Chris glanced through Manny to see his brother Nick and his new girlfriend Maria walk into the pub. What started off as a night of solitude proved otherwise. He had a strong core of people to help him get through the trials and tribulations that we go through in life. The now more blissful Chris Madison looked over his clique and drank the rest of Jack Daniels. Maria ran over wearing a misfits t-shirt that has been cut into a loose tank top and ripped blue jeans. She wrapped her arms around him, locking her fingers together on the back of the neck before leaning in for a peck on the lips. Nick wore a similar attire to Chris: cargo shorts and solid color v-neck t-shirt. They looked at each other and it was as if they had a conversation without muttering a sound. A smile from each of them, paired with a deep sigh, was a sign of releasing the weight from their shoulders...
"I hope you're ready for Calgary..." Nick stated trying to avoid the two ton elephant in the room.
Chris scratched at his beard while trying to get in the right frame of mind. "I'm in the right frame of mind...The last thing I'm going to do is allow some punk kid show me up!"
The group looked reassured. It was a traumatic thing to see. No one expects to see an ex-girlfriend laying in a pool of blood with a knife in her stomach while walking into his bedroom. No matter what you prepare for in life that could play sick games with a mans psyche. "You're not far from that championship gold. Make New York proud and beat the ever loving hell out of that beantown punk!"
"Oh I plan on it!" Chris shouted, starting to get fired up for his match. "I've spent more time wiping my ass than that kid has in a wrestling. I don't know if this is the Valours grand scheme to get these kids some valuable ring time. If so smart move. I have no problem dragging someone around the ring for twenty minutes before finally allowing them to taste defeat!"
Chris always enjoyed the reactions he got when he started preaching about wrestling. His way with words always drew there attention. "What about the Valour brothers. I'm sure they won't be pleased about you spitting in Travis's face. You don't think they'll try anything."
"I don't think so. They don't want to taint the start of their precious company with a screw job. No one will want to compete for them if that's how they conduct business. As nasty and vindictive promoters are, in the early stages when the company isn't established...they'll bend over backwards for you. And for a name in this industry like mine, they'll break themselves in half. Either way, at the end of the night it's going to be another match, another win."
The scene cuts out as Chris and his group go on enjoying the night.
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The static and snowy picture takes over as Chris Madison stands in the parking lot of the pub he had just spent a night drinking. Surprisingly he didn't look inebriated but the alcohol had definitely fueled his fire.
"Pat Gordon Jr...Another kid looking to make a name for himself in this industry. A kid with a bright future and larger aspirations. I have to laugh week after week because I can't believe the trap that Angelo keeps putting these kids in. I'm a marksmen, I never miss my spot in that ring. And yet you keep lining them up for me. When are you going to realize that I'm not here to put over all these fresh faces. I'm a wrestling juggernaut. I don't just ruin reputations in this business, I am the eater of careers!"
"I have been hated in my career, I have been loved in my career, but there is something sick inside my head that refuses to allow me to give a shit! I get in that ring and its as if I am deaf. I'm focused on the goals at hand and nothing else matters to me. One goal, defeating the man who has big enough balls to stand opposite me in on that particular night. This is what I do. This is how I have forged my thirteen year career. And nothing is going to change, at the end of the day I will still destroy everyone who stands in my path."
"And right now that path leads to the Canadian-X Heavyweight Championship. And the obstacle in front of me is Pat Gordon Jr. Right now your all wide eyed about the opportunity. For you this is a chance to put your stamp on what is undoubtedly one of the greatest rivalries in all forms of sport, Boston versus New York. Well kid, try me! Try to put your stamp on it. This isn't about Boston and New York and if you try to make all you are going to do is put the weight of a city on your shoulders. You should be more focused on the chance to learn from someone who has seen it all. I have traveled and wrestled on all corners of the planet. There is nothing you can do that I haven't seen and overcome in the past."
"The pathetic thing about all of this is that I'm facing a guy who isn't even undefeated here in Canadian-X! We're only two shows into the birth of this company and you've lost a match while somehow still being allowed to compete in the Canadian-X Tournament. Last week you lost to the only other guy in this company who is turning as many heads as I am...Dick Fury. Dick seems to be the one on a head on collision course with me at the end of this thing. The fact that I have to waste my time with his scraps in another example of how backwards this place is. You lost to someone in the tournament and yet you're allowed to keep your spot because it wasn't an official tournament match? Please, stop wasting my time!"
"There are other guys on this roster now who have taken advantage of their spots in the ring. Brett Starr is a guy who has yet to lose and because of poor timing he's not allowed to partake in this chance to become the first Can-X Heavyweight Championship. Guys like you, Moxie, shouldn't even be a consideration for such an honor and a privilege. When you look back at this down the road and dissect the route this tournament went, how can you look and feel alright with being champion when you couldn't even make it through four weeks without losing? What kind of champion would that make you? There's no honor there. I'll make sure thats not even a possibility!"
"I'm living proof of what happens when you give your whole life to this. Patty, the fans are sheep. They cheer what they're told to like and they'll boo what they're told to hate. In the end, hated or loved...I made my lasting imprint on the wrestling world. The name Chris Madison carries weight. This week is your chance to cash in on the main event spotlight with me. What you do with the opportunity is something that you have to live with for the rest of your career, not me! At the end of the day, I will move on to face Dick Fury for the Canadian-X Heavyweight Championship while you float around the purgatory that is the mid card. Left wondering how much time you must serve before getting your big break. What you do with this opportunity may just determine your sentence in irrelevant wrestling!"
"So I'll play ball this week. I'll march down to that ring when my music hits and stand across from you Pat. I'll look you in the eye and slap the taste out of your mouth for even thinking you belong in there with me. If you no whats good for you, you'll go run and hide. Don't walk out to that ring. Don't even waste your time. Angelo and Travis have lead you to the slaughterhouse. Those hopes and dreams of being the first ever Canadian-X Heavyweight Champion are going to be flushed right down the toilet, with your career, when I'm through with you! I hate to be the one to pull the carpet from underneath you but your rise to stardom, ends with me..."
"What you'll learn Pat, just like everyone else in the Canadian-X Pro...I was born to rise. No matter where I am it's only a matter of time before I am the stand out. Like the old saying goes, the cream rises to the top. After all is said and done, Chris Madison will be the top of the Canadian-X wrestling world..."
Static and the white fuzz of snowy picture took over before fading completely out...
"Another match, another win..."
"When will everyone learn? When will they all finally see the big picture? Chris Madison is the future Can-X Heavyweight Champion!"
"Who's going to stop me? They tried pitting three men against me at once. I prevailed. They prayed that Canada's own, Cid White, would have a date with Lady Luck. I prevailed. Travis Valour marched down to ringside during the end of my match to try and save face with the name that keeps headlining their shows. I spat in his face!"
"I am nobody's show pony! I will not conform to what their perfect image of a champion is. The sooner they realize this, the smoother my reign will go for them..."
"And I will have my reign. No one in this company even deserves to hold my jock strap, let alone be in the same ring as me. It's like the New York Yankees playing baseball against the Calgary Hitmen. Not even a competition."
"The sooner they realize the better for everyone. It's not worth getting these kids hurt, just to throw them in the ring against me like some kind of novelty act. Each week it the same result. Every time I step in that ring it will be the same result...another match, another win!"
August 15th, 2013
Irish Times Pub, Long Island, New York
11:45 PM
Irish Times Pub, Long Island, New York
11:45 PM
The Thursday night bar crowd piled into the Irish Times Pub group by group. After entering the door the large bar is situated along the entire right wall. Four or Five young women pose as the taverns bartenders for the night. The large wooden top is lined by barstools filled with patrons trying to get another drink while poorly flirting with the barmaids. Along the left side are booths where packs of friends laugh the night away exchanging stories.
A small jukebox is fixed on the back wall that plays the soundtrack of the night as chosen by the patrons. One man in the establishment stood out from the rest. Not because he was an attention whore, acting out as the booze flowed through his body. In fact for the exact opposite. He sat alone in the far right corner on the last barstool. The rest of the people at the bar have huddled away, creating an invisible barrier between him and the rest of the partygoers.
One of the young women stood opposite the intimidating figure with a plastic smile on her face. She chewed the piece of bubble gum in her mouth like a cow while she leaned over subtly squeezing her breasts together with the insides of her arms to protrude them out from the top of her low cut black tank top. He pounded back the small tumbler in his hand leaving only ice. The young woman nearly jumped out of her skin as he slammed the glass down. "Another Jack on the rocks?"
The man was a boozed up Chris Madison. His facial hair had grown into a five o'clock shadow which coincided well with his disheveled appearance. Chris glanced at the young woman and couldn't be decent enough to give a verbal response. He pounded the glass backdown on the bar top and nodded his head. Just then a hand swept across Chris's back, right between his shoulder blades. Chris's attention naturally gravitated to the unwelcoming touch. As much as he was looking forward to a fight he was relieved when he saw it was his friend and training partner, Manny Hernandez. Instantly Manny was able to tell by Chris's body language that he was in no mood for nonsense.
"Yo, what up Chris?" Manny watched as Chris silently turned his head towards him. The lack of a response said enough. "Well you've definitely seen better days. Next round is on me!"
"Man I'm at a loss right now...I can't get the image of her out of my head. How could she be so damn foolish!" The barmaid handed over the next drink which Chris quickly pounded down with ease. She watched nervously as Manny signaled for two more drinks.
The reference was about Chris's ex-girlfriend who had just taken her life. It had been a long couple of days for Chris and his appearance reflected it. Manny tried a comforting gesture of patting him on the back but it barely even phased his friend. "You can't let this take over your life. You're better than that. You took her out of your life when you came back!"
Chris peered out of the corner of his eye giving Manny an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. Manny knew he may have crossed the line with the last remark to a man who was grieving. "Yeah I know..." Those butterflies disappeared as Manny looked at Chris in disbelief. "I'm nothing but a damn workhorse. I forge on and make every appearance that I'm scheduled for regardless of what is going on in my life. This will be no different! I'm not losing sight of everything in front of me!"
Two more drinks were placed down in front of Chris and Manny. This round Chris took his time with the glass of alcohol. "I'm not trying to question you man. I just don't want to see a friend miss out on his opportunities over a relationship that he ended about six months ago. The red flags were there when Kiy was cutting her wrists a couple of months ago. This wasn't something to brush under the rug."
"I hear ya..." Manny had extended his drink out hoping for the return gesture from Chris. Chris obliged him causing the clinking sound of glass touching. "How's Nick doing about it all? I haven't heard from him since we found Kiy in my bedroom."
"Yeah he's handling his shit in his own way. I don't remember the last time he's spent this much time at the warehouse. Honestly I think he might even be sleeping there, in his office." Chris sunk down on his bar stool realizing that the Kiyomi incident was hitting a little too close to home. His younger brother Nick was with him that night when they had found her and the last thing he wanted was for it to effect his baby brother.
"He'll have to get over it. I can't do anything about what happened that night. It's bad enough I have to go down to the precinct tomorrow to answer questions about everything that happened."
Manny looked on, concerned about possible legal troubles for his friend. "Everything okay? They're not questioning what happened are they" he questioned with all sincerity.
"I dont think so. More just to tie up loose ends. She's never spent more than a months time here on any occasion so they don't know much about her. I think that's all they're looking for to wrap up their investigation." Madison thought for a moment while starring through the bottom of his glass, passed the golden brown liquor. "At least I hope so..."
Chris glanced through Manny to see his brother Nick and his new girlfriend Maria walk into the pub. What started off as a night of solitude proved otherwise. He had a strong core of people to help him get through the trials and tribulations that we go through in life. The now more blissful Chris Madison looked over his clique and drank the rest of Jack Daniels. Maria ran over wearing a misfits t-shirt that has been cut into a loose tank top and ripped blue jeans. She wrapped her arms around him, locking her fingers together on the back of the neck before leaning in for a peck on the lips. Nick wore a similar attire to Chris: cargo shorts and solid color v-neck t-shirt. They looked at each other and it was as if they had a conversation without muttering a sound. A smile from each of them, paired with a deep sigh, was a sign of releasing the weight from their shoulders...
"I hope you're ready for Calgary..." Nick stated trying to avoid the two ton elephant in the room.
Chris scratched at his beard while trying to get in the right frame of mind. "I'm in the right frame of mind...The last thing I'm going to do is allow some punk kid show me up!"
The group looked reassured. It was a traumatic thing to see. No one expects to see an ex-girlfriend laying in a pool of blood with a knife in her stomach while walking into his bedroom. No matter what you prepare for in life that could play sick games with a mans psyche. "You're not far from that championship gold. Make New York proud and beat the ever loving hell out of that beantown punk!"
"Oh I plan on it!" Chris shouted, starting to get fired up for his match. "I've spent more time wiping my ass than that kid has in a wrestling. I don't know if this is the Valours grand scheme to get these kids some valuable ring time. If so smart move. I have no problem dragging someone around the ring for twenty minutes before finally allowing them to taste defeat!"
Chris always enjoyed the reactions he got when he started preaching about wrestling. His way with words always drew there attention. "What about the Valour brothers. I'm sure they won't be pleased about you spitting in Travis's face. You don't think they'll try anything."
"I don't think so. They don't want to taint the start of their precious company with a screw job. No one will want to compete for them if that's how they conduct business. As nasty and vindictive promoters are, in the early stages when the company isn't established...they'll bend over backwards for you. And for a name in this industry like mine, they'll break themselves in half. Either way, at the end of the night it's going to be another match, another win."
The scene cuts out as Chris and his group go on enjoying the night.
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The static and snowy picture takes over as Chris Madison stands in the parking lot of the pub he had just spent a night drinking. Surprisingly he didn't look inebriated but the alcohol had definitely fueled his fire.
"Pat Gordon Jr...Another kid looking to make a name for himself in this industry. A kid with a bright future and larger aspirations. I have to laugh week after week because I can't believe the trap that Angelo keeps putting these kids in. I'm a marksmen, I never miss my spot in that ring. And yet you keep lining them up for me. When are you going to realize that I'm not here to put over all these fresh faces. I'm a wrestling juggernaut. I don't just ruin reputations in this business, I am the eater of careers!"
"I have been hated in my career, I have been loved in my career, but there is something sick inside my head that refuses to allow me to give a shit! I get in that ring and its as if I am deaf. I'm focused on the goals at hand and nothing else matters to me. One goal, defeating the man who has big enough balls to stand opposite me in on that particular night. This is what I do. This is how I have forged my thirteen year career. And nothing is going to change, at the end of the day I will still destroy everyone who stands in my path."
"And right now that path leads to the Canadian-X Heavyweight Championship. And the obstacle in front of me is Pat Gordon Jr. Right now your all wide eyed about the opportunity. For you this is a chance to put your stamp on what is undoubtedly one of the greatest rivalries in all forms of sport, Boston versus New York. Well kid, try me! Try to put your stamp on it. This isn't about Boston and New York and if you try to make all you are going to do is put the weight of a city on your shoulders. You should be more focused on the chance to learn from someone who has seen it all. I have traveled and wrestled on all corners of the planet. There is nothing you can do that I haven't seen and overcome in the past."
"The pathetic thing about all of this is that I'm facing a guy who isn't even undefeated here in Canadian-X! We're only two shows into the birth of this company and you've lost a match while somehow still being allowed to compete in the Canadian-X Tournament. Last week you lost to the only other guy in this company who is turning as many heads as I am...Dick Fury. Dick seems to be the one on a head on collision course with me at the end of this thing. The fact that I have to waste my time with his scraps in another example of how backwards this place is. You lost to someone in the tournament and yet you're allowed to keep your spot because it wasn't an official tournament match? Please, stop wasting my time!"
"There are other guys on this roster now who have taken advantage of their spots in the ring. Brett Starr is a guy who has yet to lose and because of poor timing he's not allowed to partake in this chance to become the first Can-X Heavyweight Championship. Guys like you, Moxie, shouldn't even be a consideration for such an honor and a privilege. When you look back at this down the road and dissect the route this tournament went, how can you look and feel alright with being champion when you couldn't even make it through four weeks without losing? What kind of champion would that make you? There's no honor there. I'll make sure thats not even a possibility!"
"I'm living proof of what happens when you give your whole life to this. Patty, the fans are sheep. They cheer what they're told to like and they'll boo what they're told to hate. In the end, hated or loved...I made my lasting imprint on the wrestling world. The name Chris Madison carries weight. This week is your chance to cash in on the main event spotlight with me. What you do with the opportunity is something that you have to live with for the rest of your career, not me! At the end of the day, I will move on to face Dick Fury for the Canadian-X Heavyweight Championship while you float around the purgatory that is the mid card. Left wondering how much time you must serve before getting your big break. What you do with this opportunity may just determine your sentence in irrelevant wrestling!"
"So I'll play ball this week. I'll march down to that ring when my music hits and stand across from you Pat. I'll look you in the eye and slap the taste out of your mouth for even thinking you belong in there with me. If you no whats good for you, you'll go run and hide. Don't walk out to that ring. Don't even waste your time. Angelo and Travis have lead you to the slaughterhouse. Those hopes and dreams of being the first ever Canadian-X Heavyweight Champion are going to be flushed right down the toilet, with your career, when I'm through with you! I hate to be the one to pull the carpet from underneath you but your rise to stardom, ends with me..."
"What you'll learn Pat, just like everyone else in the Canadian-X Pro...I was born to rise. No matter where I am it's only a matter of time before I am the stand out. Like the old saying goes, the cream rises to the top. After all is said and done, Chris Madison will be the top of the Canadian-X wrestling world..."
Static and the white fuzz of snowy picture took over before fading completely out...
