Post by Madman on Jul 11, 2013 22:29:07 GMT -5
(Joe Martinez, the Madman bursts through a door the camera is facing. His title belt slung over his shoulder haphazardly. The Madman is wearing what was last seen in his promo, a plain white t shirt. The camera pans to show the NAW gym facility, a variety of machinery is located throughout the room. From Joe’s side another door opens up marked “locker room” fellow NAW superstar and recently decided Chaos champion Nightkrow emerges.)
Madman: Look who it is!
(The Madman extends his hand out to Nightkrow offering to shake hands, Nightkrow obliges)
Nightkrow: Good to see you, congrats on the win.
Madman: Likewise sir, all that worrying and warning fer nothin’. Look at us, we got a hold of gold.
Nightkrow: Did you see what happened in Jordan’s match?
(The Madman shrugs, his gravelly voice rife with indifference.)
Madman: I think I heard somethin’ about it, he get a few goons out there to stack the deck in his favor? Conducting himself in the ring like this is some shady boardroom meeting full of brandy swilling dandies. All the secret handshakes and palm greasing got him something ill-earned I guess. Suits, whaddya gonna do, eh?
Nightkrow: Joe, he’s the Heavyweight Champion now. This is the start of a new regime, they’re going to be coming after us next.
Madman: Good, I love bustin‘ heads.
Nightkrow: No, not good. This organization is going through a major shift in the balance of power, their overthrow has begun. Guys like us may find ourselves outnumbered soon.
Madman: All the better, means less discretion necessary when I start bruising bodies and egos.
Nightkrow: Madman, it’s not that simple. We may need to start sticking together in the next coming months, I get the feeling things are going to get worse.
Madman: I welcome adversity, Krow. It takes flames to temper steel.
(The Madman sets down the title belt and takes a seat on a weight lifting bench. Nightkrow sighs and goes to exit but then turns around possibly remembering something or deciding on a different path to convince the bulky wrestler)
Nightkrow: Thanks for chipping in to the UWL bombing victim’s fund.
Madman: No troubles bud, them folks need it more than I do. I ain’t used to having much.
Nightkrow: Well you know everyone needs help at some point. Like you, I know you could use a hand with your technique.
(The Madman stands up and gets very close to Nightkrow.)
Madman: What in the world are you talking about? I’d think about how you answer very carefully, Krow.
Nightkrow: I’m not putting you down, you got a belt to prove your worth and all. It’s just, well… The fans like you and I know you like your fans, why not stick to keeping it legal and giving them a full worthwhile show every time?
Madman: Well, I do what I need to. Alex knows he puts me in that ring and I do what I please if I deem it necessary.
Nightkrow: Did it please you to lose to Patrick by disqualification the first time you two met?
(The Madman’s brow furrows as he thinks back to the match.)
Madman: You got a point Krow, but what’re you gettin’ at?
Nightkrow: I once had a great man show me the way. That crippler you lock on people is pretty mean. If you ever want to learn more like it, maybe get a few pointers…
(Nightkrow reaches into his jacket and produces a business card which he offers to Madman. The television title holder snatches it away and glances at it.)
Madman: You know my next ‘bout is a no dee-cue right?
Nightkrow: …But what happens after that?
(With that Nightkrow turns a slight smirk seen on his face as he opens the door and exits. The Madman stares at the business card once more in a contemplative manner as he takes a seat again. After a bit he decides to put the card away in his pocket.)
Madman: Well, it never hurts to expand the arsenal.
(The Madman lays down and grabs the barbell, the scene fades to black.)
Madman: Look who it is!
(The Madman extends his hand out to Nightkrow offering to shake hands, Nightkrow obliges)
Nightkrow: Good to see you, congrats on the win.
Madman: Likewise sir, all that worrying and warning fer nothin’. Look at us, we got a hold of gold.
Nightkrow: Did you see what happened in Jordan’s match?
(The Madman shrugs, his gravelly voice rife with indifference.)
Madman: I think I heard somethin’ about it, he get a few goons out there to stack the deck in his favor? Conducting himself in the ring like this is some shady boardroom meeting full of brandy swilling dandies. All the secret handshakes and palm greasing got him something ill-earned I guess. Suits, whaddya gonna do, eh?
Nightkrow: Joe, he’s the Heavyweight Champion now. This is the start of a new regime, they’re going to be coming after us next.
Madman: Good, I love bustin‘ heads.
Nightkrow: No, not good. This organization is going through a major shift in the balance of power, their overthrow has begun. Guys like us may find ourselves outnumbered soon.
Madman: All the better, means less discretion necessary when I start bruising bodies and egos.
Nightkrow: Madman, it’s not that simple. We may need to start sticking together in the next coming months, I get the feeling things are going to get worse.
Madman: I welcome adversity, Krow. It takes flames to temper steel.
(The Madman sets down the title belt and takes a seat on a weight lifting bench. Nightkrow sighs and goes to exit but then turns around possibly remembering something or deciding on a different path to convince the bulky wrestler)
Nightkrow: Thanks for chipping in to the UWL bombing victim’s fund.
Madman: No troubles bud, them folks need it more than I do. I ain’t used to having much.
Nightkrow: Well you know everyone needs help at some point. Like you, I know you could use a hand with your technique.
(The Madman stands up and gets very close to Nightkrow.)
Madman: What in the world are you talking about? I’d think about how you answer very carefully, Krow.
Nightkrow: I’m not putting you down, you got a belt to prove your worth and all. It’s just, well… The fans like you and I know you like your fans, why not stick to keeping it legal and giving them a full worthwhile show every time?
Madman: Well, I do what I need to. Alex knows he puts me in that ring and I do what I please if I deem it necessary.
Nightkrow: Did it please you to lose to Patrick by disqualification the first time you two met?
(The Madman’s brow furrows as he thinks back to the match.)
Madman: You got a point Krow, but what’re you gettin’ at?
Nightkrow: I once had a great man show me the way. That crippler you lock on people is pretty mean. If you ever want to learn more like it, maybe get a few pointers…
(Nightkrow reaches into his jacket and produces a business card which he offers to Madman. The television title holder snatches it away and glances at it.)
Madman: You know my next ‘bout is a no dee-cue right?
Nightkrow: …But what happens after that?
(With that Nightkrow turns a slight smirk seen on his face as he opens the door and exits. The Madman stares at the business card once more in a contemplative manner as he takes a seat again. After a bit he decides to put the card away in his pocket.)
Madman: Well, it never hurts to expand the arsenal.
(The Madman lays down and grabs the barbell, the scene fades to black.)