Post by macros on Feb 18, 2007 5:02:04 GMT -6
Voice: So it was that Macros stepped up to the challenge of two men, to only show them and Power On Wrestling what he is all about. So it will now be that this segment of history will eventually be added to the Scrolls of Macros, so the population of the future can read the legacy that is now to be created. But though the match was won each battle in a mans life leaves its scars on the body, Immortal or not pain is still a factor…
Macros awakes to the reality of the night of The Road to First Rights, staring down from the ceiling into the eyes of Macros is his manager known just as Riley. His words are muffled to the ears of Macros as he slowly returns to the present and the burning pain in which has started to once more alight in the calf muscle of his right leg, Macros finally picks up the plan of his manager as the mans hand movement point him in the direction of the two bath tubs situated at the end of the room. Macros groans slightly as he sits up from his reclined position, the presence of an interview camera in the locker room makes itself felt as the man breaths down the shoulder of the wrestler just to get his chance for that perfect shot.
Macros slowly hobbles over to the bath to his left, a white mist is forming over the surface as blocks of ice can be seen floating in the water. Macros takes a breath as he raises his left leg and with one smooth motion heaves himself into the tub and down through the icy cold water. Excess water flows onto the floor as the weight of Macros is added to the contents of the tub, the conversation of Riley and POW interviewer Greg Kilgreen drowns out the advance and heavy draws of breath coming from Macros.
Voice: What is this barbaric form of medicine? What does this man want you to do lay in this home made lake until you freeze to death?
Macros’ breathing settles as the mysterious voice takes an effect on his mind, its voice echoes throughout his head reaching each and every inch of his nerves.
“It is a form of rejuvenation and relaxation, mainly designed to rejuvenate your muscles back to their usual performance capacity. Or simply in my condition…decrease swelling and bruising. Well that happens to be what I am told, we shall just wait and see the results before we judge such a thing.”
Macros answers the voice in his head the best he could, knowing already that such a form of medication would not settle well.
Voice: But who would introduce you to such a treatment of “Modern Medicine”, oh but that’s right all I have to do is guess. There would only be one individual that would provoke the use of such a treatment, Riley…. You know if he wasn’t named to be the one that helps yotoward greatness in the world I wouldn’t think twice before taking a knife to his throat. Si is eram usque mihi EGO would incidere suus eyes sicco quod conicio lemma ut turba , tunc permissum lemma epulor viscus of suus puter somes. May is tunc servo suus lingua defungo quod suus unholy ars ut sui.
“I don’t doubt your technique, but I believe not even that would stop his tongue from moving and from his voice continuing to come forth. “
Macros smiles to himself at just the image of what the voice had described to be done to the tongue of his manager Riley shimmers into his head. Such an idea seemed to bring back ancient memories to the mind of Macros.
Voice: It seems you can still identify the use of your language, here I was thinking that all this time around these people you were growing weak and forgetting the old ways. Maybe my thoughts are true since you never use the language…maybe you are becoming another average man in this modern world. Such a statement would be false unless one was aware of your showing tonight, how lazy was your battle against those little but pathetic fighters…and to think that such men were able to supply you with a challenge. Please, I ask you where that kill or be killed instinct has traveled to Macros? What ever happened to the days in which you would obliterate your opponents into oblivion? What ever happened to what I had taught you, never rest unless there is no soul left conscious surrounding you. So many tactics you have thrown away as of late, for what I ask, to follow the plans of this man Riley and find yourself being hit and injured. Alas I can no longer remember how long I have looked over you, encourage you and willed you on towards victory, never a loss or injury have you suffered at the commands and plans in which my knowledge soaks into your mind. Yet non the less you shall throw my connection away just for the safety of this man Riley.
No longer will you follow the plans of Riley, from this day forward you are to follow the commands of I alone. Doing so I shall soon bring back the true soldier in battle that deserves the name of Appius Macros Vitruvious, no man shall be able to pierce your skin nor claim a victory whilst you still stand…and stand you shall…soon it will be written in history that you alone stood at the head of an organization as the commander of the industry. With the help of certain men and the guidance only I shall bring, all doubters and foes shall be turned away with the thudding sound of their carcass falling to the battlefield in defeat.
Macros closes his eyes as his head starts to shiver above the freezing water, the voice particularly is now starting to annoy.
“What exactly does your supposed great plan entail then? What is exactly this plan in which I shall take to secure myself the number one spot here in this organization?”
Voice: For now we shall take our fate one battle at a time, firstly we shall secure the opportunities which raise towards our grasp.
“The number one contender-ship match, I am well aware that I am well out numbered in size here. Riley has already bestowed upon me the fact that I must let the two larger competitors fight it out first before entering the ring and taking the win.”
Voice: That is what I am talking about, such a pathetic and coward like plan such as that are not going to raise you to the top, you must raise up to your challengers and overcome them in such a matter that only you could. Such things as standing back and watching others do the dirty work is what you would expect from others in this battle, not something in which the true Macros Vitruvious would do.
So it is that we hit the boundary of change, the road you now take is one in which you no longer take the orders of the man known as Riley. Forget the pathetic plan to stand in the corner of the ring and let the others in the battle have all the fun, that is not how the Macros Vitruvious I know would ever fight nor should it be the way he shall ever participate.
Riley: Macros Times Up!!!
Macros opens his eyes as his head is shivering intensely above the water, finally the words he was waiting for from his manger had came from his mouth…a mouth which had been going wild over the past 5 -7 minutes. Macros half heartedly smiles as he stands up out of the water, small pieces of ice are tangled in his chest and facial hair, he brushes them off before moving quickly down into the warm tub of water. The almost frozen muscles in the body of Macros release their tension as the water parts to accumulate for the weight of the wrestler, water flows over the edge of the tub and onto the floor to melt what is left of the block of ice that had fallen from the previous tub.
Voice: First you shall remove the threat of the larger of the two combatants, Big Ci, standing at 6’6’ and weighing in at an average of 300lbs I doubt you would be able to raise him to such a height to drop him with any range of force to damaging. So it will be that we take the role of Dan Real and David Hunter of tonight, cutting the behemoth down by the stumps of his legs. Such is the way you shall keep such a man out of the match, grounded, by grounding him then you shall have the chance to show the world why that man Riley truly calls you the Submission Wrestling at the finest. Though with the additive of another opponent in this battle you shall not get an submission from the oath Big Ci, but at least this way you may still render the man unconscious for the remainder of the match as you deal with this other menace.
Speed. Such is what you must now improve on to beat the man whom let us face the facts, has quit a perfect physic. But the straight fact is that an over muscular physic can easily slow down a competitor, they tend to tire easily and become dehydrated alike. We shall allow him to impress people by bench pressing large amounts of weight and improving the logs which sit across his shoulders for now, for come the battle at First Rights all shall see how easily a muscular specimen crumbles in the unfortunate event of being locked in the Vitruvious Claw.
Macros frowns at the plan, perhaps he should try it. After all it is unlike he could suffer anything worse than having to lay in such a cold bath of water as before, Macros closes his eyes as he settles on his future for the week. Training is just what is needed, Macros will get in contact with his former mentor and trainer Mark Optiman…together they shall devise a workout which shall lead Macros to victory.
Macros starts to flow into a sleep as the sounds of his manager Riley still flows through the locker room as Greg Kilgreen continues hi interview.
-:END PROMO:-
Macros awakes to the reality of the night of The Road to First Rights, staring down from the ceiling into the eyes of Macros is his manager known just as Riley. His words are muffled to the ears of Macros as he slowly returns to the present and the burning pain in which has started to once more alight in the calf muscle of his right leg, Macros finally picks up the plan of his manager as the mans hand movement point him in the direction of the two bath tubs situated at the end of the room. Macros groans slightly as he sits up from his reclined position, the presence of an interview camera in the locker room makes itself felt as the man breaths down the shoulder of the wrestler just to get his chance for that perfect shot.
Macros slowly hobbles over to the bath to his left, a white mist is forming over the surface as blocks of ice can be seen floating in the water. Macros takes a breath as he raises his left leg and with one smooth motion heaves himself into the tub and down through the icy cold water. Excess water flows onto the floor as the weight of Macros is added to the contents of the tub, the conversation of Riley and POW interviewer Greg Kilgreen drowns out the advance and heavy draws of breath coming from Macros.
Voice: What is this barbaric form of medicine? What does this man want you to do lay in this home made lake until you freeze to death?
Macros’ breathing settles as the mysterious voice takes an effect on his mind, its voice echoes throughout his head reaching each and every inch of his nerves.
“It is a form of rejuvenation and relaxation, mainly designed to rejuvenate your muscles back to their usual performance capacity. Or simply in my condition…decrease swelling and bruising. Well that happens to be what I am told, we shall just wait and see the results before we judge such a thing.”
Macros answers the voice in his head the best he could, knowing already that such a form of medication would not settle well.
Voice: But who would introduce you to such a treatment of “Modern Medicine”, oh but that’s right all I have to do is guess. There would only be one individual that would provoke the use of such a treatment, Riley…. You know if he wasn’t named to be the one that helps yotoward greatness in the world I wouldn’t think twice before taking a knife to his throat. Si is eram usque mihi EGO would incidere suus eyes sicco quod conicio lemma ut turba , tunc permissum lemma epulor viscus of suus puter somes. May is tunc servo suus lingua defungo quod suus unholy ars ut sui.
“I don’t doubt your technique, but I believe not even that would stop his tongue from moving and from his voice continuing to come forth. “
Macros smiles to himself at just the image of what the voice had described to be done to the tongue of his manager Riley shimmers into his head. Such an idea seemed to bring back ancient memories to the mind of Macros.
Voice: It seems you can still identify the use of your language, here I was thinking that all this time around these people you were growing weak and forgetting the old ways. Maybe my thoughts are true since you never use the language…maybe you are becoming another average man in this modern world. Such a statement would be false unless one was aware of your showing tonight, how lazy was your battle against those little but pathetic fighters…and to think that such men were able to supply you with a challenge. Please, I ask you where that kill or be killed instinct has traveled to Macros? What ever happened to the days in which you would obliterate your opponents into oblivion? What ever happened to what I had taught you, never rest unless there is no soul left conscious surrounding you. So many tactics you have thrown away as of late, for what I ask, to follow the plans of this man Riley and find yourself being hit and injured. Alas I can no longer remember how long I have looked over you, encourage you and willed you on towards victory, never a loss or injury have you suffered at the commands and plans in which my knowledge soaks into your mind. Yet non the less you shall throw my connection away just for the safety of this man Riley.
No longer will you follow the plans of Riley, from this day forward you are to follow the commands of I alone. Doing so I shall soon bring back the true soldier in battle that deserves the name of Appius Macros Vitruvious, no man shall be able to pierce your skin nor claim a victory whilst you still stand…and stand you shall…soon it will be written in history that you alone stood at the head of an organization as the commander of the industry. With the help of certain men and the guidance only I shall bring, all doubters and foes shall be turned away with the thudding sound of their carcass falling to the battlefield in defeat.
Macros closes his eyes as his head starts to shiver above the freezing water, the voice particularly is now starting to annoy.
“What exactly does your supposed great plan entail then? What is exactly this plan in which I shall take to secure myself the number one spot here in this organization?”
Voice: For now we shall take our fate one battle at a time, firstly we shall secure the opportunities which raise towards our grasp.
“The number one contender-ship match, I am well aware that I am well out numbered in size here. Riley has already bestowed upon me the fact that I must let the two larger competitors fight it out first before entering the ring and taking the win.”
Voice: That is what I am talking about, such a pathetic and coward like plan such as that are not going to raise you to the top, you must raise up to your challengers and overcome them in such a matter that only you could. Such things as standing back and watching others do the dirty work is what you would expect from others in this battle, not something in which the true Macros Vitruvious would do.
So it is that we hit the boundary of change, the road you now take is one in which you no longer take the orders of the man known as Riley. Forget the pathetic plan to stand in the corner of the ring and let the others in the battle have all the fun, that is not how the Macros Vitruvious I know would ever fight nor should it be the way he shall ever participate.
Riley: Macros Times Up!!!
Macros opens his eyes as his head is shivering intensely above the water, finally the words he was waiting for from his manger had came from his mouth…a mouth which had been going wild over the past 5 -7 minutes. Macros half heartedly smiles as he stands up out of the water, small pieces of ice are tangled in his chest and facial hair, he brushes them off before moving quickly down into the warm tub of water. The almost frozen muscles in the body of Macros release their tension as the water parts to accumulate for the weight of the wrestler, water flows over the edge of the tub and onto the floor to melt what is left of the block of ice that had fallen from the previous tub.
Voice: First you shall remove the threat of the larger of the two combatants, Big Ci, standing at 6’6’ and weighing in at an average of 300lbs I doubt you would be able to raise him to such a height to drop him with any range of force to damaging. So it will be that we take the role of Dan Real and David Hunter of tonight, cutting the behemoth down by the stumps of his legs. Such is the way you shall keep such a man out of the match, grounded, by grounding him then you shall have the chance to show the world why that man Riley truly calls you the Submission Wrestling at the finest. Though with the additive of another opponent in this battle you shall not get an submission from the oath Big Ci, but at least this way you may still render the man unconscious for the remainder of the match as you deal with this other menace.
Speed. Such is what you must now improve on to beat the man whom let us face the facts, has quit a perfect physic. But the straight fact is that an over muscular physic can easily slow down a competitor, they tend to tire easily and become dehydrated alike. We shall allow him to impress people by bench pressing large amounts of weight and improving the logs which sit across his shoulders for now, for come the battle at First Rights all shall see how easily a muscular specimen crumbles in the unfortunate event of being locked in the Vitruvious Claw.
Macros frowns at the plan, perhaps he should try it. After all it is unlike he could suffer anything worse than having to lay in such a cold bath of water as before, Macros closes his eyes as he settles on his future for the week. Training is just what is needed, Macros will get in contact with his former mentor and trainer Mark Optiman…together they shall devise a workout which shall lead Macros to victory.
Macros starts to flow into a sleep as the sounds of his manager Riley still flows through the locker room as Greg Kilgreen continues hi interview.
-:END PROMO:-