Post by macros on Mar 6, 2007 20:57:06 GMT -6
We find the scene opening in the bowels of the Ameristar Casino- what one would expect as the temporary home of everyone’s favourite POW hero…The Shadow of Silicon Valley - Reck Maverick. Greg Kilgreen, the local interviewer for POW, is flat chest against a wall slowly creeping towards the thudding sound obviously coming from the direction of everyone’s favourite hero Reck Maverick. Why the need for such stealth one may ask, well to answer that it would seem that the last time Greg Kilgreen had interrupted the training of the ninja he was warned of the possible fate if such an interruption would happen again, he would simply be Kicked SQUARE in the nuts!
Greg Kilgreen nervously adjusts his collar and swipes the beads of sweat appearing across his forehead, he looks in to the POW camera present and holds up three fingers. He looks at the corner which will evidentially lead to the room of Reck Maverick, he drops one of the three fingers, then a second, then the final finger and both Greg and the camera burst around the corner and towards the POW contract holder…Riley???
That is the individual that greeted their eyes as the pounced around the corner, the self proclaimed “manager of champions” is holding a Shuriken in his right hand and with the concentration of a thousand men he aims towards a small wooden board drilled into the concrete wall. With his tongue out in concentration the manager winds his arm up and unleashes the Shuriken into flight soaring towards the wooden board before…clang…with a shattering of steel the Shuriken impacts with the concrete wall. The manager bounces around the room in anger before he turns towards the relieved POW interviewer, he brings a single finger up to point at the interview crew.
Riley: Ya, ya just bad luck. I was getting them to fly through the air and hit every target before ya decided to jump around the corner and interrupt our training.
Greg Kilgreen: So you’re training to be a ninja now?
Riley lowers his hand pointing at Greg and places it in his jacket pocket.
Riley: Don’t be so daft Greg, ninja training please. The only reason I am here is to introduce my client in the world of Reck Maverick. Ya know ya got to give them the chance to get to know how each others mind works, how the other trains, how the other wrestles before ya can call yourself a tag team.
With that the client of Riley, Macros Vitruvious slowly walks out form the shadows behind Greg Kilgreen. Brushing the shoulder of the interviewer, Greg jumps slightly in the air as his eyes widen at the controversially mental or sain wrestler. Macro takes a seat in a small wooden chair as he looks at his manager and the POW interviewer.
Riley: Ya see Greg I don’t really know where Reck Maverick is, perhaps he is taking a ride on his motorcycle. But as for me and my client we are in training, we are connecting ourselves with the lifestyle of Maverick. Ya know yesterday my client even took a swig from that drink called Pepsi; it was even the diet version in which Maverick prefers.
A look of disgust comes over the face of Macros; perhaps he disliked the taste of the beverage. Riley looks at the face of his client, before quickly diving into conversation with the interviewer once more.
Riley: I can tell ya he loved the beverage, he informed be personally that the taste was just exquisite. That look on his face is a look of remembrance of how great the taste of diet Pepsi was to him; though I must admit he tends to enjoy the form of Pepsi with more added sugar…the non diet type. But it is okay yes, he drank the beverage, he shall now be concided a champion. Haha.
Greg Kilgreen: So the team of Macros & Maverick, Maverick & Macros if ya want to say it in the other order, is on good terms?
Riley: Ay of course we are Greg, of course there was that rumour going around that Maverick was to jump ship to a rival promotion…but it didn’t happen. Ya see rival promotions are always contacting the stars of companies trying to persuade them into betrayal, ya hear that they contact the STARS!! Ya see even I, Riley, have been contacted on several occasion with promotions wishing for my client to showcase his talents on their canvas, in return they offer heavyweight championship opportunities and pay checks double of what I currently get here in the Power On Wrestling. But ya see Greg if I went to these lower federations and got my client the opportunity to just have the heavyweight championship belt, what competition would ya see coming the way of my client? None. That is the problem with these federations begging ya to jump ship, ya get there before ya can realise the place is full of talent less individuals and before ya know it the federation is closing and ya find yourself kicked out onto the street. Trust me Greg I’ve seen it happen, there is no good to come from a wrestler taking these promotion opportunities to jump ship. After all do we not already wrestle in a great promotion run by a wrestling great himself, Tito Capaci?
Ya see Maverick and I know that the competition we strive for is right here in the Power On Wrestling, there is no need for us to venture anywhere else even if the pay strives to be higher. Where else can ya learn from supposed manager great Bobby McManus, or wrestler and business man Tito Capaci? Where else can ya find the competition that the POW has to offer, the likes of Shawn Stevens & Danny Danielson who made a name for themselves in the late Universal Wrestling League? Not in any of these federations that offer ya contracts, I tell ya that now.
Riley motions for Greg to follow him as he makes his way over to the side of his client, Macros Vitruvious.
Riley: But such rumors are nothing of importance to the challenge both Maverick and my client happen to face this week, in their debut match clearly arranged by myself the duo must face veteran George Duke and his partner in crime Jason Dread. What an outstanding match this shall come to be, as the team of Macros and Maverick storm the ring to wipe the smug looks of the face of their opponents. You may say I sound arrogant and over confident in my words, but what exactly makes you think I should be any less confident with the outcome of the match. I ask ya how possibly ya would be able to think the outcome would differ. How ya can think to bet against the undefeated wrestlers that are Macros & Maverick, yet has a man risen to the challenge of either competitor and claimed the victory.
Men nearing or succumbing three hundred pounds have tapped in agony at the hands of my client, men with the muscles to move cars have found themselves looking up at the lights of the arena flat on their back in thought of how they could have lost. Men with cat like speed and agility have found themselves holding their throats in pain from the deliverance of a quick but deadly Roman Salute. Ya see weight, muscles, power wrestling, submission wrestling, and speed/technical wrestling; what ever your advantages in a match shall be ya will not be able to beat my client…period. Time and time again my client has overcome the odds that have stood before him, defying that which was conceded to be normal.
Greg Kilgreen: So you’re saying that Macros is not normal? What is he taking drugs or something?
Riley looks at the interviewer horrified at the question, that trademark look of disgust washes over the manager’s face as he raises his fist into the air towards Greg Kilgreen.
Riley: Now ya listen here son, I don’t believe I ever stated that my client was taking drugs…such a filthy and disgusting tradition of some wrestlers, I will not even have the thought processed that I would recommend my client to undertake such filthy things. Ya remove such thoughts from your head boy before I knock them out.
Anyway of course my client is not normal; my client is a wrestling machine!!! All the styles of wrestling have come together to mould into the man ya see beside me tonight, powerful, fast, technical and one hell of a submission wrestler. Ya see we take what surrounds us and soak it into his being, week after week what ever quality his opponent may possess my client absorbs those same qualities to get the victory time and time again. With the additive of the training our pay checks and sponsorship can afford my client has moulded all these different techniques and skills picked up from his opponents into his own wrestling ability…creating a force in which not even our tag team partner Reck Maverick could stand against.
But yet there are still milestones to accomplish, men that must fall to the canvas in defeat until my client claims that which will eventually be his…the POW Championship. For now the man that stands in our way to the top happens to be George Duke, the brawler and elderly man from Philadelphia. George why don’t ya give it up old timer, everyone can see that ya WAY over you’re used by date…I mean your in-ring skills are so old their starting to stink out the arena. But of course ya can’t leave to ya retirement house just yet, unfortunate ya still have to hold the Valor Championship. But do not fret Duke for I, Riley, shall come to ya rescue and secure ya the retirement ya truly deserve. For I am announcing that my client, the Undefeated Legion Soldier Appius Macros Vitruvious, is on his way to All In to face the elderly man himself George Duke for the POW Valor Championship.
Ya see George my client will grant ya your retirement, because I will be ordering this wrestling machine to unleash all of his abilities on ya in just one night. Bleed. That’s all ya going to be doing when ya enter the ring at All In and find yourself the target of the battle ram I shall unleash, blood will all you be seeing as it dribbles down your face to cover ya broken body as you look at only blackness from your position of unconsciousness. Whether it be by the use of a Legion Crusher or Vitruvious Claw come the end of All In the POW fans and myself will be hearing the referee exclaim…
Appius Macros Vitruvious…Victorious…by Knock Out!!!
Riley looks to the heavens as if he can almost see the sight which awaits him at All In, he clicks his fingers at his wrestler and pushes his way violently past the interview crew taking the time to level his shoulder into the ribs of Greg Kilgreen
Greg Kilgreen nervously adjusts his collar and swipes the beads of sweat appearing across his forehead, he looks in to the POW camera present and holds up three fingers. He looks at the corner which will evidentially lead to the room of Reck Maverick, he drops one of the three fingers, then a second, then the final finger and both Greg and the camera burst around the corner and towards the POW contract holder…Riley???
That is the individual that greeted their eyes as the pounced around the corner, the self proclaimed “manager of champions” is holding a Shuriken in his right hand and with the concentration of a thousand men he aims towards a small wooden board drilled into the concrete wall. With his tongue out in concentration the manager winds his arm up and unleashes the Shuriken into flight soaring towards the wooden board before…clang…with a shattering of steel the Shuriken impacts with the concrete wall. The manager bounces around the room in anger before he turns towards the relieved POW interviewer, he brings a single finger up to point at the interview crew.
Riley: Ya, ya just bad luck. I was getting them to fly through the air and hit every target before ya decided to jump around the corner and interrupt our training.
Greg Kilgreen: So you’re training to be a ninja now?
Riley lowers his hand pointing at Greg and places it in his jacket pocket.
Riley: Don’t be so daft Greg, ninja training please. The only reason I am here is to introduce my client in the world of Reck Maverick. Ya know ya got to give them the chance to get to know how each others mind works, how the other trains, how the other wrestles before ya can call yourself a tag team.
With that the client of Riley, Macros Vitruvious slowly walks out form the shadows behind Greg Kilgreen. Brushing the shoulder of the interviewer, Greg jumps slightly in the air as his eyes widen at the controversially mental or sain wrestler. Macro takes a seat in a small wooden chair as he looks at his manager and the POW interviewer.
Riley: Ya see Greg I don’t really know where Reck Maverick is, perhaps he is taking a ride on his motorcycle. But as for me and my client we are in training, we are connecting ourselves with the lifestyle of Maverick. Ya know yesterday my client even took a swig from that drink called Pepsi; it was even the diet version in which Maverick prefers.
A look of disgust comes over the face of Macros; perhaps he disliked the taste of the beverage. Riley looks at the face of his client, before quickly diving into conversation with the interviewer once more.
Riley: I can tell ya he loved the beverage, he informed be personally that the taste was just exquisite. That look on his face is a look of remembrance of how great the taste of diet Pepsi was to him; though I must admit he tends to enjoy the form of Pepsi with more added sugar…the non diet type. But it is okay yes, he drank the beverage, he shall now be concided a champion. Haha.
Greg Kilgreen: So the team of Macros & Maverick, Maverick & Macros if ya want to say it in the other order, is on good terms?
Riley: Ay of course we are Greg, of course there was that rumour going around that Maverick was to jump ship to a rival promotion…but it didn’t happen. Ya see rival promotions are always contacting the stars of companies trying to persuade them into betrayal, ya hear that they contact the STARS!! Ya see even I, Riley, have been contacted on several occasion with promotions wishing for my client to showcase his talents on their canvas, in return they offer heavyweight championship opportunities and pay checks double of what I currently get here in the Power On Wrestling. But ya see Greg if I went to these lower federations and got my client the opportunity to just have the heavyweight championship belt, what competition would ya see coming the way of my client? None. That is the problem with these federations begging ya to jump ship, ya get there before ya can realise the place is full of talent less individuals and before ya know it the federation is closing and ya find yourself kicked out onto the street. Trust me Greg I’ve seen it happen, there is no good to come from a wrestler taking these promotion opportunities to jump ship. After all do we not already wrestle in a great promotion run by a wrestling great himself, Tito Capaci?
Ya see Maverick and I know that the competition we strive for is right here in the Power On Wrestling, there is no need for us to venture anywhere else even if the pay strives to be higher. Where else can ya learn from supposed manager great Bobby McManus, or wrestler and business man Tito Capaci? Where else can ya find the competition that the POW has to offer, the likes of Shawn Stevens & Danny Danielson who made a name for themselves in the late Universal Wrestling League? Not in any of these federations that offer ya contracts, I tell ya that now.
Riley motions for Greg to follow him as he makes his way over to the side of his client, Macros Vitruvious.
Riley: But such rumors are nothing of importance to the challenge both Maverick and my client happen to face this week, in their debut match clearly arranged by myself the duo must face veteran George Duke and his partner in crime Jason Dread. What an outstanding match this shall come to be, as the team of Macros and Maverick storm the ring to wipe the smug looks of the face of their opponents. You may say I sound arrogant and over confident in my words, but what exactly makes you think I should be any less confident with the outcome of the match. I ask ya how possibly ya would be able to think the outcome would differ. How ya can think to bet against the undefeated wrestlers that are Macros & Maverick, yet has a man risen to the challenge of either competitor and claimed the victory.
Men nearing or succumbing three hundred pounds have tapped in agony at the hands of my client, men with the muscles to move cars have found themselves looking up at the lights of the arena flat on their back in thought of how they could have lost. Men with cat like speed and agility have found themselves holding their throats in pain from the deliverance of a quick but deadly Roman Salute. Ya see weight, muscles, power wrestling, submission wrestling, and speed/technical wrestling; what ever your advantages in a match shall be ya will not be able to beat my client…period. Time and time again my client has overcome the odds that have stood before him, defying that which was conceded to be normal.
Greg Kilgreen: So you’re saying that Macros is not normal? What is he taking drugs or something?
Riley looks at the interviewer horrified at the question, that trademark look of disgust washes over the manager’s face as he raises his fist into the air towards Greg Kilgreen.
Riley: Now ya listen here son, I don’t believe I ever stated that my client was taking drugs…such a filthy and disgusting tradition of some wrestlers, I will not even have the thought processed that I would recommend my client to undertake such filthy things. Ya remove such thoughts from your head boy before I knock them out.
Anyway of course my client is not normal; my client is a wrestling machine!!! All the styles of wrestling have come together to mould into the man ya see beside me tonight, powerful, fast, technical and one hell of a submission wrestler. Ya see we take what surrounds us and soak it into his being, week after week what ever quality his opponent may possess my client absorbs those same qualities to get the victory time and time again. With the additive of the training our pay checks and sponsorship can afford my client has moulded all these different techniques and skills picked up from his opponents into his own wrestling ability…creating a force in which not even our tag team partner Reck Maverick could stand against.
But yet there are still milestones to accomplish, men that must fall to the canvas in defeat until my client claims that which will eventually be his…the POW Championship. For now the man that stands in our way to the top happens to be George Duke, the brawler and elderly man from Philadelphia. George why don’t ya give it up old timer, everyone can see that ya WAY over you’re used by date…I mean your in-ring skills are so old their starting to stink out the arena. But of course ya can’t leave to ya retirement house just yet, unfortunate ya still have to hold the Valor Championship. But do not fret Duke for I, Riley, shall come to ya rescue and secure ya the retirement ya truly deserve. For I am announcing that my client, the Undefeated Legion Soldier Appius Macros Vitruvious, is on his way to All In to face the elderly man himself George Duke for the POW Valor Championship.
Ya see George my client will grant ya your retirement, because I will be ordering this wrestling machine to unleash all of his abilities on ya in just one night. Bleed. That’s all ya going to be doing when ya enter the ring at All In and find yourself the target of the battle ram I shall unleash, blood will all you be seeing as it dribbles down your face to cover ya broken body as you look at only blackness from your position of unconsciousness. Whether it be by the use of a Legion Crusher or Vitruvious Claw come the end of All In the POW fans and myself will be hearing the referee exclaim…
Appius Macros Vitruvious…Victorious…by Knock Out!!!
Riley looks to the heavens as if he can almost see the sight which awaits him at All In, he clicks his fingers at his wrestler and pushes his way violently past the interview crew taking the time to level his shoulder into the ribs of Greg Kilgreen