Post by Madman on Nov 24, 2013 20:32:22 GMT -5
"If you wanted my attention, you got it! My eyes are wide open, and I'm coming at you like a bull seeing red!"
"After roughing it out with Pat Gordon Junior and getting over the hump of earning my first victory in PURE Wrestling, Young Mannie and his entourage decided to draw a line in the sand. Like any true coward, you had your big goon of a body guard jump me from behind after just finishing a match, allowing for you to pick up the scraps when he rendered me defenseless. Opportunistic? Sure...but it just goes to show how gutless you are!"
"There's a body part in females anatomy that comes to mind instantaneously when I see you. Afraid to fight your own battles and as jealous as school girl. You're pathetic, the fact that you walk around with a body guard is pathetic, and that manly looking whore you call a girlfriend is pathetic! For a guy who claims to be such a big deal, you surely seem to search out every possible way to not have to back up your big mouth!"
"We never had the chance to mix it up in APW. Being on two different brands, you did your thing and I did mine without our paths ever crossing. You don't get that luxury now that we're in PURE. This company isn't big enough for you to go run and hide on some second rate wrestling program! You're actually going to put money where your mouth is! Anyone worthwhile on Asylum had put you in your place, I'm going to do the same!"
"You obviously have a problem with me. I don't know what, and I really don't care! I'm not hiding behind some mountain of a man pretending to be something I'm not. You want a fight, I'm right here, always willing to throw down! No matter where, no matter when, I'm always ready to throw down..."
"But before we do Mannie, I'm taking claim to my spot in the fatal four way for the PURE Heavyweight Championship!"
I stood outside the clubhouse of the Nomads Motorcycle Club in Long Beach California and pressed my hand on the large oak door that separated me from about two dozen beer guzzling bikers. Before barging my way in I looked over at the row of Harley's lined up side by side in front of the establishment. That moments pause was just enough time for someone to notice me standing there.
"Hey! Can I help you?"
I looked to my right, trying to distinguish where the squeaky voice was coming from. Attached to the building was a mechanics shop, the obvious legal front for the motorcycle club. A young man, no older than twenty one slowly approached wearing navy dickie work pants and a black Harley Davidson t-shirt. He stopped about fifteen feet away from me, just the right distance to make him comfortable enough to confront a complete stranger. He held a red rag in his hands and was scrubbing at the grease that covered his skin.
"I said can I help you? That's a private building. If you were looking to get some work done, the mechanics shop is over there."
He pointed at the two open garage doors he emerged from as if I was too dumb to see it. I stepped back from the door and made a move towards him. With every step I took forward he jumped two backwards.
"Easy kid...why so jumpy?"
He fought through the breaks in his voice like a teenager going through puberty. "I'm not jumpy. If you're not here to get some work done I'm going to have to suggest you leave the premises!"
At this point I wanted to have fun breaking the kids balls! Young, naive, or just too stupid for his own good, he had no idea who he had stepped up to, or the damage that could be done to his scrawny one hundred twenty pound frame with my bare hands. Almost as if it were an act of god, a voice echoed over my shoulder, saving the meek grease monkey from a world of hurt.
"Well, well, well...look what the cat dragged in."
A smile broke through my blank expression and I turned around to see an old friend, Tommy Knox, standing in the doorway of the clubhouse. Even through his black Oakley sunglasses his piercing eyes shot daggers at the young mechanic. We both moved towards one another and embraced with a firm handshake that left the young kid confused. Tommy stood by my side and patted me on the back as we both looked over at the kid.
"What the fuck are you standing around for? Go back to work!"
As Tommy barked the orders the kid ran back towards the mechanics shop. I followed Tommy as he made his way back into the clubhouse.
"Was Pete giving you a hard time?" My laughter was enough of a responses for Tommy to figure out how the altercation outside was going. "He's a good kid. He's one of the hangarounds. We let him clean the bikes, do some oil changes in the shop, sweep up. I don't know if he has what it takes to be a prospect but we'll see."
The noxious stench of stale beer and cigar smoke punched you as you walked in. Avenged Sevenfold's "Hail to the King" played over a juke box which was situated in the far corner. I navigated my way to the bar, following every step Tommy was making. The rubber soles of my sneakers stuck to the ground and made a tearing sound with every step. Bikers and women were scattered around the clubhouse, passed out from the previous nights party.
"Long night", I asked as I stepped over one young biker who was asleep on the floor. A patch on his leather vest said prospect.
Tommy chuckled, "Is it that obvious?"
I scanned the immediate are and instantly noticed one of the bikers and presumably his old lady using the pool table as a bad, wearing only their undergarments.
"Between all the unconscious people and the empty bottles of beer...seems to me that it must have been one hell of a party!"
Tommy scratched at the back of his head while inventorying the clubhouse and any damages from the nights soirée.
"Yeah, one of the guys just got out, so we threw him a little party...it may have gotten a little out of hand."
Tommy reached over the bar and grabbed two beers from the icebox. He tilted one towards me before twisting the cap off of his own. After a nice long swig of his beer, Tommy placed the bottle down on the massive bar made out of the pacific coasts native redwood.
"So what brings you to Cali", he questioned knowing that I rarely spent time away from my training facility in Long Island, New York.
I took a sip of my beer before putting it down in front of me. "I have some business to attend to tomorrow and it just didn't make sense to fly all the way back to Long Island only to have to come back here in the middle of the week."
"Yeah, but you've been competing in Seattle...so what business do you have in Cali?"
I smirked after taking another sip of my drink. "Can't get anything passed you...I need a favor from you, maybe the MC as well."
"Chris you know you're like a brother to me man..." Tommy reached up and removed the sunglasses from his head, placing them down next to his beer. "We're so caught up in our own shit. I can't promise anything..."
"I'm not looking to use up all your guys man. Hell I might not even need any of them!"
Tommy suddenly seemed a bit more open to hearing my dilemma. "Alright...lets hear what you have going on."
Before I could explain to him the jukebox switched over to Metallica's "Fuel". Both mine and Tommy's adrenaline kicked up a notch as the heavy metal flowed through our bodies. I leaned in and intensely began explaining everything. "You remember Young Mannie from APW?"
"Yeah of course", he replied
"Alright, well he felt the need to jump me with his goon of a bodyguard after my match this past week. He's got some bullshit grudge because an interviewer ditched him to get a couple of words from me."
Tommy chuckled at immature source of this rapidly growing feud with Young Mannie. "That's some real prima-donna shit!"
"Yeah, and you know me...I'm not about to let this just slide by the waist. There needs to be consequences for his actions!"
Tommy started to get a grasp of what my agenda was in California. Even though he had removed himself from the wrestling world for the moment, he still had that thirst for violence. He downed the rest of his beer before questioning exactly what I had planned.
"So what's the game plan?"
"Well a little birdie told me he's filming a commercial tomorrow at Warner Brothers Studios for Ciroc. I figured I'd pay him a little visit when he least expected it", I explained while grinning from ear to ear.
"Ah, I see! But what do you need us for?"
"I need a way in. They're not just going to let me wander around from studio to studio, looking for this idiot!"
Tommy rubbed at his chin while thinking of the best plan of attack. "I bet you it's easier than we think. You're definitely right, we can't just waltz right in there and crash the party. You're going to need some kind of distraction!"
"They do have regular tours. That's my way in, I just need a distraction to help me slip away..."
We sat in silence as the wheels turned in out heads. After a few brief moments Tommy's eyes widened as if a light bulb just went off in his head. "I got it..."
He had my full attention as I listened carefully to his bright idea.
"I'm going to give you two of my prospects to go with you. When you get near the studio that's filming the commercial give them a signal. These two mammoths will start brawling with each other. All the nearby security is going to have to swarm the area to separate them. It should be more than enough of a distraction to allow you to slip out and do your thing."
"Tommy that's perfect! It should give me plenty of time to get Mannie and I a little more acquainted!"
"I'm glad I could help out bud..."
Tommy reached back over the handcrafted redwood bar and pulled two more beers from the icebox. The song on the jukebox switched one more time as Metallica's "Fade to Black" began to blare over the speakers.
"Last week I did enough to make Callahan and Rebel feel comfortable enough to put me in one of their qualifier matches for the PURE Heavyweight Championship. Once again I've used Pat Gordon Junior as a stepping stone, poor kid."
"But I'm not the only one who opened up eyes. Callahan and Rebel have three other competitors to throw my way who they feel have done enough to deserve a look. Dennis Driver picked up a victory in a triple threat match against Emerald Assassin and Stallion. Alisha Vause silenced the resident loudmouth, Diamond Legend. And then finally, Maverick Jones was the best of three when he asserted his dominance over APB and Jair Hopkins...so now for the first time in PURE Wrestling, I'm facing some talents that I'm not all that familiar with..."
"I'll start with Maverick Jones."
"You're the only who also competed on the first card. Much like myself, you were left with a bad taste in your mouth when you lost to Anthony Bailey. You put up a good fight and gave it your all, but Bailey was just too much for you to handle. Maybe if you got your head screwed on right and quit talking to your own reflection in the mirror you might be able to make something of yourself! The raw talent is there...obviously...but you need more than raw talent in order to keep up with me!"
"I can sit here and try to decipher your psycho babble but I've got far more pressing matters to deal with. I'd rather spend my time on issues of importance than trying to figure you out! While you sit in your delusional world where you stand head and shoulders above the rest, I'll be securing my rematch with Aubrey J. Parker. Because that's my path! I don't really believe in destiny. I think the world is what you make of it. And I'm looking to solidify my legacy in yet another wrestling promotion. You're just a bump in the road on the way there, a name that will soon be forgotten. You stand no chance against someone like AJP. Not before too long the class structure of PURE wrestling will be a bit more clear and you'll be struggling to stay afloat as a mid carder while I'm headlining show after show!"
"Then we have miss Alish Vause!"
"How many people stopped you after last weeks match and thanked you for knocking a bit of reality into that thick skull of Diamond Legend? I know I never got to personally extend my appreciation, but it is there. I love when loudmouths like Diamond Legend get their feet shoved down their mouths. Apparently Callahan and Rebel appreciate your handy work as well because after one match here in PURE wrestling you've been given the golden opportunity of staking a claim for the Heavyweight Championship. There's already one woman in that fatal four way match, why not another right? You'd be proving all those naysayers who think women don't belong in the ring competing with men wrong!"
"While I'm not one of those closed minded fossils who think women only belong in the kitchen, on this night it's not going to happen. Standing between you and date with Aubrey J Parker is me...Chris Madison...a man who takes no shit and lays down for no one! I don't care if you're male or female, black, white, Hispanic, or Asian, one thing remains a constant throughout all...you're human. All humans are fully capable of being choked out! That's what I'm here to do on Monday. Whether it's you, Maverick, or Driver, someone's getting choked unconscious!"
"It's nothing personal. I'm just not going to let anything stand between me and a rematch with AJP!"
"And then finally you have Dennis Driver...probably the one name that leaves you scratching your head, wondering how he snuck his way into the mix..."
"What have you done to deserve this shot? Another wrestler who walks in off the street, wins one match, and is thrown the opportunity of a lifetime. At least Alisha beat someone who deserved a good ass kicking. You can understand why she was rewarded. But you? You beat a wannabe superhero and a glorified attention whore. Unfortunately I am starting to see a trend here. Callahan wanted to make this road to the championship innovative, but all he's done so far is give anyone who can muster up a win, a chance. The whole idea was having to impress, theres nothing impressive about what you've done in you're lone match here!"
"I guarantee that when Monday night comes to an end the second spot of this fatal four way match is going to be filled by me! Last week I choked out the hardest working man in the indy circuit, Pat Gordon Junior. The week before I controlled that triple threat match with Hopkins and Parker. I let my guard down and Aubrey caught me when I least expected it. But neither Hopkins or Parker walked away from that match without knowing just how tough it is to go toe to toe with the Madman. Every time, I leave a lasting impression with anyone who's foolish enough to think they can stand across the ring from me!"
"I never claim to be the best. I'm not that naive. On any night, anything can happen in the squared circle. But the very thing that got me into this position is exactly what I can promise! Every single time you face me, you're going to go through a war! You may win, but never unscathed! Every company I have ever worked for I have battled the best they had to offer and respect is always earned. PURE is no different. Half the roster knows me already from our days in APW. But those who don't will quickly learn that I am pound for pound the toughest man on the roster!"
"After roughing it out with Pat Gordon Junior and getting over the hump of earning my first victory in PURE Wrestling, Young Mannie and his entourage decided to draw a line in the sand. Like any true coward, you had your big goon of a body guard jump me from behind after just finishing a match, allowing for you to pick up the scraps when he rendered me defenseless. Opportunistic? Sure...but it just goes to show how gutless you are!"
"There's a body part in females anatomy that comes to mind instantaneously when I see you. Afraid to fight your own battles and as jealous as school girl. You're pathetic, the fact that you walk around with a body guard is pathetic, and that manly looking whore you call a girlfriend is pathetic! For a guy who claims to be such a big deal, you surely seem to search out every possible way to not have to back up your big mouth!"
"We never had the chance to mix it up in APW. Being on two different brands, you did your thing and I did mine without our paths ever crossing. You don't get that luxury now that we're in PURE. This company isn't big enough for you to go run and hide on some second rate wrestling program! You're actually going to put money where your mouth is! Anyone worthwhile on Asylum had put you in your place, I'm going to do the same!"
"You obviously have a problem with me. I don't know what, and I really don't care! I'm not hiding behind some mountain of a man pretending to be something I'm not. You want a fight, I'm right here, always willing to throw down! No matter where, no matter when, I'm always ready to throw down..."
"But before we do Mannie, I'm taking claim to my spot in the fatal four way for the PURE Heavyweight Championship!"
Wednesday.November 20th.2013
Long Beach.California
08:30 AM PST
I stood outside the clubhouse of the Nomads Motorcycle Club in Long Beach California and pressed my hand on the large oak door that separated me from about two dozen beer guzzling bikers. Before barging my way in I looked over at the row of Harley's lined up side by side in front of the establishment. That moments pause was just enough time for someone to notice me standing there.
"Hey! Can I help you?"
I looked to my right, trying to distinguish where the squeaky voice was coming from. Attached to the building was a mechanics shop, the obvious legal front for the motorcycle club. A young man, no older than twenty one slowly approached wearing navy dickie work pants and a black Harley Davidson t-shirt. He stopped about fifteen feet away from me, just the right distance to make him comfortable enough to confront a complete stranger. He held a red rag in his hands and was scrubbing at the grease that covered his skin.
"I said can I help you? That's a private building. If you were looking to get some work done, the mechanics shop is over there."
He pointed at the two open garage doors he emerged from as if I was too dumb to see it. I stepped back from the door and made a move towards him. With every step I took forward he jumped two backwards.
"Easy kid...why so jumpy?"
He fought through the breaks in his voice like a teenager going through puberty. "I'm not jumpy. If you're not here to get some work done I'm going to have to suggest you leave the premises!"
At this point I wanted to have fun breaking the kids balls! Young, naive, or just too stupid for his own good, he had no idea who he had stepped up to, or the damage that could be done to his scrawny one hundred twenty pound frame with my bare hands. Almost as if it were an act of god, a voice echoed over my shoulder, saving the meek grease monkey from a world of hurt.
"Well, well, well...look what the cat dragged in."
A smile broke through my blank expression and I turned around to see an old friend, Tommy Knox, standing in the doorway of the clubhouse. Even through his black Oakley sunglasses his piercing eyes shot daggers at the young mechanic. We both moved towards one another and embraced with a firm handshake that left the young kid confused. Tommy stood by my side and patted me on the back as we both looked over at the kid.
"What the fuck are you standing around for? Go back to work!"
As Tommy barked the orders the kid ran back towards the mechanics shop. I followed Tommy as he made his way back into the clubhouse.
"Was Pete giving you a hard time?" My laughter was enough of a responses for Tommy to figure out how the altercation outside was going. "He's a good kid. He's one of the hangarounds. We let him clean the bikes, do some oil changes in the shop, sweep up. I don't know if he has what it takes to be a prospect but we'll see."
The noxious stench of stale beer and cigar smoke punched you as you walked in. Avenged Sevenfold's "Hail to the King" played over a juke box which was situated in the far corner. I navigated my way to the bar, following every step Tommy was making. The rubber soles of my sneakers stuck to the ground and made a tearing sound with every step. Bikers and women were scattered around the clubhouse, passed out from the previous nights party.
"Long night", I asked as I stepped over one young biker who was asleep on the floor. A patch on his leather vest said prospect.
Tommy chuckled, "Is it that obvious?"
I scanned the immediate are and instantly noticed one of the bikers and presumably his old lady using the pool table as a bad, wearing only their undergarments.
"Between all the unconscious people and the empty bottles of beer...seems to me that it must have been one hell of a party!"
Tommy scratched at the back of his head while inventorying the clubhouse and any damages from the nights soirée.
"Yeah, one of the guys just got out, so we threw him a little party...it may have gotten a little out of hand."
Tommy reached over the bar and grabbed two beers from the icebox. He tilted one towards me before twisting the cap off of his own. After a nice long swig of his beer, Tommy placed the bottle down on the massive bar made out of the pacific coasts native redwood.
"So what brings you to Cali", he questioned knowing that I rarely spent time away from my training facility in Long Island, New York.
I took a sip of my beer before putting it down in front of me. "I have some business to attend to tomorrow and it just didn't make sense to fly all the way back to Long Island only to have to come back here in the middle of the week."
"Yeah, but you've been competing in Seattle...so what business do you have in Cali?"
I smirked after taking another sip of my drink. "Can't get anything passed you...I need a favor from you, maybe the MC as well."
"Chris you know you're like a brother to me man..." Tommy reached up and removed the sunglasses from his head, placing them down next to his beer. "We're so caught up in our own shit. I can't promise anything..."
"I'm not looking to use up all your guys man. Hell I might not even need any of them!"
Tommy suddenly seemed a bit more open to hearing my dilemma. "Alright...lets hear what you have going on."
Before I could explain to him the jukebox switched over to Metallica's "Fuel". Both mine and Tommy's adrenaline kicked up a notch as the heavy metal flowed through our bodies. I leaned in and intensely began explaining everything. "You remember Young Mannie from APW?"
"Yeah of course", he replied
"Alright, well he felt the need to jump me with his goon of a bodyguard after my match this past week. He's got some bullshit grudge because an interviewer ditched him to get a couple of words from me."
Tommy chuckled at immature source of this rapidly growing feud with Young Mannie. "That's some real prima-donna shit!"
"Yeah, and you know me...I'm not about to let this just slide by the waist. There needs to be consequences for his actions!"
Tommy started to get a grasp of what my agenda was in California. Even though he had removed himself from the wrestling world for the moment, he still had that thirst for violence. He downed the rest of his beer before questioning exactly what I had planned.
"So what's the game plan?"
"Well a little birdie told me he's filming a commercial tomorrow at Warner Brothers Studios for Ciroc. I figured I'd pay him a little visit when he least expected it", I explained while grinning from ear to ear.
"Ah, I see! But what do you need us for?"
"I need a way in. They're not just going to let me wander around from studio to studio, looking for this idiot!"
Tommy rubbed at his chin while thinking of the best plan of attack. "I bet you it's easier than we think. You're definitely right, we can't just waltz right in there and crash the party. You're going to need some kind of distraction!"
"They do have regular tours. That's my way in, I just need a distraction to help me slip away..."
We sat in silence as the wheels turned in out heads. After a few brief moments Tommy's eyes widened as if a light bulb just went off in his head. "I got it..."
He had my full attention as I listened carefully to his bright idea.
"I'm going to give you two of my prospects to go with you. When you get near the studio that's filming the commercial give them a signal. These two mammoths will start brawling with each other. All the nearby security is going to have to swarm the area to separate them. It should be more than enough of a distraction to allow you to slip out and do your thing."
"Tommy that's perfect! It should give me plenty of time to get Mannie and I a little more acquainted!"
"I'm glad I could help out bud..."
Tommy reached back over the handcrafted redwood bar and pulled two more beers from the icebox. The song on the jukebox switched one more time as Metallica's "Fade to Black" began to blare over the speakers.
________________________________________________________
"Last week I did enough to make Callahan and Rebel feel comfortable enough to put me in one of their qualifier matches for the PURE Heavyweight Championship. Once again I've used Pat Gordon Junior as a stepping stone, poor kid."
"But I'm not the only one who opened up eyes. Callahan and Rebel have three other competitors to throw my way who they feel have done enough to deserve a look. Dennis Driver picked up a victory in a triple threat match against Emerald Assassin and Stallion. Alisha Vause silenced the resident loudmouth, Diamond Legend. And then finally, Maverick Jones was the best of three when he asserted his dominance over APB and Jair Hopkins...so now for the first time in PURE Wrestling, I'm facing some talents that I'm not all that familiar with..."
"I'll start with Maverick Jones."
"You're the only who also competed on the first card. Much like myself, you were left with a bad taste in your mouth when you lost to Anthony Bailey. You put up a good fight and gave it your all, but Bailey was just too much for you to handle. Maybe if you got your head screwed on right and quit talking to your own reflection in the mirror you might be able to make something of yourself! The raw talent is there...obviously...but you need more than raw talent in order to keep up with me!"
"I can sit here and try to decipher your psycho babble but I've got far more pressing matters to deal with. I'd rather spend my time on issues of importance than trying to figure you out! While you sit in your delusional world where you stand head and shoulders above the rest, I'll be securing my rematch with Aubrey J. Parker. Because that's my path! I don't really believe in destiny. I think the world is what you make of it. And I'm looking to solidify my legacy in yet another wrestling promotion. You're just a bump in the road on the way there, a name that will soon be forgotten. You stand no chance against someone like AJP. Not before too long the class structure of PURE wrestling will be a bit more clear and you'll be struggling to stay afloat as a mid carder while I'm headlining show after show!"
"Then we have miss Alish Vause!"
"How many people stopped you after last weeks match and thanked you for knocking a bit of reality into that thick skull of Diamond Legend? I know I never got to personally extend my appreciation, but it is there. I love when loudmouths like Diamond Legend get their feet shoved down their mouths. Apparently Callahan and Rebel appreciate your handy work as well because after one match here in PURE wrestling you've been given the golden opportunity of staking a claim for the Heavyweight Championship. There's already one woman in that fatal four way match, why not another right? You'd be proving all those naysayers who think women don't belong in the ring competing with men wrong!"
"While I'm not one of those closed minded fossils who think women only belong in the kitchen, on this night it's not going to happen. Standing between you and date with Aubrey J Parker is me...Chris Madison...a man who takes no shit and lays down for no one! I don't care if you're male or female, black, white, Hispanic, or Asian, one thing remains a constant throughout all...you're human. All humans are fully capable of being choked out! That's what I'm here to do on Monday. Whether it's you, Maverick, or Driver, someone's getting choked unconscious!"
"It's nothing personal. I'm just not going to let anything stand between me and a rematch with AJP!"
"And then finally you have Dennis Driver...probably the one name that leaves you scratching your head, wondering how he snuck his way into the mix..."
"What have you done to deserve this shot? Another wrestler who walks in off the street, wins one match, and is thrown the opportunity of a lifetime. At least Alisha beat someone who deserved a good ass kicking. You can understand why she was rewarded. But you? You beat a wannabe superhero and a glorified attention whore. Unfortunately I am starting to see a trend here. Callahan wanted to make this road to the championship innovative, but all he's done so far is give anyone who can muster up a win, a chance. The whole idea was having to impress, theres nothing impressive about what you've done in you're lone match here!"
"I guarantee that when Monday night comes to an end the second spot of this fatal four way match is going to be filled by me! Last week I choked out the hardest working man in the indy circuit, Pat Gordon Junior. The week before I controlled that triple threat match with Hopkins and Parker. I let my guard down and Aubrey caught me when I least expected it. But neither Hopkins or Parker walked away from that match without knowing just how tough it is to go toe to toe with the Madman. Every time, I leave a lasting impression with anyone who's foolish enough to think they can stand across the ring from me!"
"I never claim to be the best. I'm not that naive. On any night, anything can happen in the squared circle. But the very thing that got me into this position is exactly what I can promise! Every single time you face me, you're going to go through a war! You may win, but never unscathed! Every company I have ever worked for I have battled the best they had to offer and respect is always earned. PURE is no different. Half the roster knows me already from our days in APW. But those who don't will quickly learn that I am pound for pound the toughest man on the roster!"
