05-27-2014, 05:08 PM
(Monday Madness. I cannot say that deep down, VERY deep down I am very nervous. Sebastian Duke. The Universal Heavyweight Championship. My FIRST ever big titoe match on the flagship show of Xtreme. Honestly, I've obsessed over it ever since my phone rang that day and Ozymandias was on the other line. I remember it like it was yesterday. Hell, it felt klike it was. I forgot about Luca and the others. I disappeared. But honestly, one man HAD seen me, though as usual, I could not see him.)
Five Days Ago: Ozymandias' Office
I felt the mist that I'd become pulling itself together, materializing in the pitch black office of none other than Ozymandias. Okay, honestly, I could see every detail of the mysterious General Manager. That is the first thing you need to remember. However, at his own request, I shall not disclose his appearance. I swaggered around his desk, my body becoming solid as I pulled out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from my jacket pocket. I looked at Ozy questioningly.
"Mind if I smoke?"
"Technically, you aren't supposed to. But since it seems that you actually showed up for this meeting, I'll give you one free one."
I heard the GM chuckle. Wbether he knew that I could see him or not, I wasn't sure. But that power was great to have. And him not being able to tell? Even better. I've always felt as if a GOD trapped in a mortal world. That fact was evidenced by the enormous power I'd possessed. For thousands of years, said power had grown. I had evolved into "The Master of Pain". I flicked my zippo and puffed on what you humans call a "cancer stick", burning smoke filling my lungs. Lungs blackening and pinkening instantly. I sat across from Ozy, the two of us staring in awkward silence.
"So, exactly WHY have you been calling me everyday?"
"Why didn't you pick up until last night? You knew your target was available on me show. I figured you would have jumped at the opportunity to get your hands on Duke, but you never picked up the phone. Not until last night. Why?"
Normally, a guy like myself had an answered for everything. I could feel his eyes on me as he awaited my answer. Normally, I was a predator. But at that very moment, I felt like prey. It was a very unfamiliar feeling to me. I ashed in the palm of my hand, trying to think of exactly why I'd kept the GM of Madness waiting. Finally, I answered truthfully.
"I was preoccupied with the lifestyle Luca Arzegotti and I had decided to partake in..."
Peter Griffin-Esque Flashback.
SNOOOOORRRTTTT
"Ohmyfuckinggodthisshititgood!"
I said, my hair standing on end, my body jittering. Yes, methamphetamine had taken it's hold. I was having alot of fun with Mister Arzegotti, who sat across from me, eyes as big as saucers. I watched as he snorted another line of crystals off the well endowed stripper's tits. Oh...yes...she was dead. The bullet wound in the side of her head trickled blood onto the table as her lifeless blue eyes stared at us.
"I got this shit from a guy I know downtown. Stands outside the Joe Louis Arena, selling drugs every night! Fucking excellent!"
"That'sfuckingawesome,Luca!Weshoulddothisagainsometimes!"
"Fuck yeah, the Beast knows out to party!"
It was then that a fellow methhead spoke up...and ill of me.
"Fucking noob. He talks like a damned chipmunk.."
POW!
Smoke drifted from the barrel of the Colt Python as that disrespectful fucker crumpled to the floor, heart gushing blood through his wifebeater. You'd expect to see Luca behind the smoking gun, but...
"Right through the fucking heart! Good shot, Cain!"
Back in the Office
Ozy sat back in his cushy chair, and watched as I put the cigarette out in the palm of my hand. He'd seensuch power before in his career. He was not shocked as the burn wound just suddenly disappeared. A normal man would have flinched too. However, I did not. Basically I recounted the tale of how Luca qnd I got high as a kite and forgot about the other two Jabronis and our match. Finally he spoke once more.
"So you're saying you got high and forgot not only to pick up your phone or even show up for your match? I can see that. Celebrities do that all the time."
I shrugged.
"Yea fucking right. I mean, what did anyone expect? Ferrari puts me and Arzegotti in a tag match against no names like Jeff Taylor. And who the fuck was the other guy? You know what, fuck it. He doesn't fucking matter. I am so sick of being placed in situations where I have to practically carry my opponents on my back. Dusty Wyatt? The Gladiator? Pft. Tommy Gunn was right. I mean yes, Morbid Angel, Tommy Gunn, fuckin' Azrael Erebus...at least they were good. But it's like the rest of the opponents I have been in matches with aren't worth dog turds. I..."
Ozymandias nodded his head as he listened to my plight. For the most part, I was right. It seemed like management always put me into situations where they knew I would win. I knew I would win. But little did I know that soon, Ozymandias had his own plans for me.
"...you want real competition?"
"Egg-fucking-zactly!"
"Well then, Master of Pain, I am prepared to make you quite a lucrative offer. Something you've wanted for weeks now, as I can recall. It would be extremely beneficial to both parties if you'll hear me out. First of all, I can give you Sebastian Duke..."
"...not only Duke, but a guaranteed Universal Title Shot. All you have to do is renew your contract. Only, you should renew it with Madness...me. So...what do you say, Cain? Lucrative enough for you?"
Needless to say, I wasslightly in shock at this offer. I sat there for the longest time, staring at the mysterious GM as he held out a fresh new contract and pen to me. Needless to say..as said before...I had alot of thinking to do. Six figures per match wasn't bad either...
Five Days Ago: Ozymandias' Office
I felt the mist that I'd become pulling itself together, materializing in the pitch black office of none other than Ozymandias. Okay, honestly, I could see every detail of the mysterious General Manager. That is the first thing you need to remember. However, at his own request, I shall not disclose his appearance. I swaggered around his desk, my body becoming solid as I pulled out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from my jacket pocket. I looked at Ozy questioningly.
"Mind if I smoke?"
"Technically, you aren't supposed to. But since it seems that you actually showed up for this meeting, I'll give you one free one."
I heard the GM chuckle. Wbether he knew that I could see him or not, I wasn't sure. But that power was great to have. And him not being able to tell? Even better. I've always felt as if a GOD trapped in a mortal world. That fact was evidenced by the enormous power I'd possessed. For thousands of years, said power had grown. I had evolved into "The Master of Pain". I flicked my zippo and puffed on what you humans call a "cancer stick", burning smoke filling my lungs. Lungs blackening and pinkening instantly. I sat across from Ozy, the two of us staring in awkward silence.
"So, exactly WHY have you been calling me everyday?"
"Why didn't you pick up until last night? You knew your target was available on me show. I figured you would have jumped at the opportunity to get your hands on Duke, but you never picked up the phone. Not until last night. Why?"
Normally, a guy like myself had an answered for everything. I could feel his eyes on me as he awaited my answer. Normally, I was a predator. But at that very moment, I felt like prey. It was a very unfamiliar feeling to me. I ashed in the palm of my hand, trying to think of exactly why I'd kept the GM of Madness waiting. Finally, I answered truthfully.
"I was preoccupied with the lifestyle Luca Arzegotti and I had decided to partake in..."
Peter Griffin-Esque Flashback.
SNOOOOORRRTTTT
"Ohmyfuckinggodthisshititgood!"
I said, my hair standing on end, my body jittering. Yes, methamphetamine had taken it's hold. I was having alot of fun with Mister Arzegotti, who sat across from me, eyes as big as saucers. I watched as he snorted another line of crystals off the well endowed stripper's tits. Oh...yes...she was dead. The bullet wound in the side of her head trickled blood onto the table as her lifeless blue eyes stared at us.
"I got this shit from a guy I know downtown. Stands outside the Joe Louis Arena, selling drugs every night! Fucking excellent!"
"That'sfuckingawesome,Luca!Weshoulddothisagainsometimes!"
"Fuck yeah, the Beast knows out to party!"
It was then that a fellow methhead spoke up...and ill of me.
"Fucking noob. He talks like a damned chipmunk.."
POW!
Smoke drifted from the barrel of the Colt Python as that disrespectful fucker crumpled to the floor, heart gushing blood through his wifebeater. You'd expect to see Luca behind the smoking gun, but...
"Right through the fucking heart! Good shot, Cain!"
Back in the Office
Ozy sat back in his cushy chair, and watched as I put the cigarette out in the palm of my hand. He'd seensuch power before in his career. He was not shocked as the burn wound just suddenly disappeared. A normal man would have flinched too. However, I did not. Basically I recounted the tale of how Luca qnd I got high as a kite and forgot about the other two Jabronis and our match. Finally he spoke once more.
"So you're saying you got high and forgot not only to pick up your phone or even show up for your match? I can see that. Celebrities do that all the time."
I shrugged.
"Yea fucking right. I mean, what did anyone expect? Ferrari puts me and Arzegotti in a tag match against no names like Jeff Taylor. And who the fuck was the other guy? You know what, fuck it. He doesn't fucking matter. I am so sick of being placed in situations where I have to practically carry my opponents on my back. Dusty Wyatt? The Gladiator? Pft. Tommy Gunn was right. I mean yes, Morbid Angel, Tommy Gunn, fuckin' Azrael Erebus...at least they were good. But it's like the rest of the opponents I have been in matches with aren't worth dog turds. I..."
Ozymandias nodded his head as he listened to my plight. For the most part, I was right. It seemed like management always put me into situations where they knew I would win. I knew I would win. But little did I know that soon, Ozymandias had his own plans for me.
"...you want real competition?"
"Egg-fucking-zactly!"
"Well then, Master of Pain, I am prepared to make you quite a lucrative offer. Something you've wanted for weeks now, as I can recall. It would be extremely beneficial to both parties if you'll hear me out. First of all, I can give you Sebastian Duke..."
Quote:Cain's Thoughts:
Oh my...what am offer. Ferrari never called me into his office like this. As a matter of fact, I have never met he, Miranda Tigris, or Lawson face to face. Well, Lawson once. But not the others. But Duke...Duke is powerful. As powerful as I am, some say. Still, I should listen.
"...not only Duke, but a guaranteed Universal Title Shot. All you have to do is renew your contract. Only, you should renew it with Madness...me. So...what do you say, Cain? Lucrative enough for you?"
Needless to say, I wasslightly in shock at this offer. I sat there for the longest time, staring at the mysterious GM as he held out a fresh new contract and pen to me. Needless to say..as said before...I had alot of thinking to do. Six figures per match wasn't bad either...
To Be Continued