Post by macros on Feb 27, 2007 21:38:01 GMT -6
The scene opens inside the POW arena, to be more specific the locker room of one Appius Macros Vitruvious. The small camera peers through a crack in the wall separating the locker room from another The attire specialists are starting to move from the room after finishing their jobs of dressing the wrestler with his layers of material that make up his tunic and the delicate and well crafted historic piece of Roman armour that makes up his traditional Lorica. The gleam from the lights shimmer off the wet watery tracks that lead from the shower to the position of the wrestler now, the air is mixed with the heat from the presence of the shower as clouds of steam hover below the ceiling evaporating by the second leaving their buds of water dangling like icicles form the ceiling. Macros sits on the cold surface of a grey steel chair, instead of covering his feet with tape as he would at the beginning of any other wrestling event he is slowly urging his injured foot into a black wrestling boot which his manager has acquired minutes ago. With a rubbing sound the foot slides into the boot, the wrestler lets out a sigh of relief as his broken toes now find themselves entombed with a layer of soft padding, he starts to do up the laces as the door to the room swings open with a squeak and in comes two men deep in conversation.
Kip Anderson: You know I’m starting to get into this interview thing again, just days ago I found myself doing a little one on one with the champ himself Shawn Stevens. I never thought I would be say the words Shawn Stevens and champ in the same sentence again but hey I just did.
The fired interviewer of the fallen Universal Wrestling League is looking brighter than the last time the three men now in the locker room had come into contact. The interviewer appears to have had a shave, cutting away the appearance of age from his face and bringing back that youthful smile.
Riley: We better be getting ya a job here or something, by the way your talking it seems you raring to take over from Greg Kilgreen.
The self proclaimed “manager of champions” is tonight dressed in his classic grey suit; a look of determination is on his face as his client prepares for one of the larger matches of his career.
Kip Anderson: Hey I didn’t say that at all, the least I would want was for someone to get fired…after all I know exactly what that’s all about. But I suppose I would fit well with the role of interviewer, I mean I have connections with some of the greats here in the POW…Shawn Stevens, Rich Morrison, Chester Coban, Reck Maverick, Big Ci….
Riley: Ay man don’t ya go pushing ya luck there, calling Big Ci a great is purely going to get ya fired from what ever your current job is. If ya talking about great huge lumps of weight then ya can count him on the list, but if ya talking about the “greats” I know you’re talking about then ya can remove his name from that list.
The two men take a seat on the wooden bench spreading along the floor before the lockers, Macros continues to look on and listen in to the conversation.
Kip Anderson: Now Riley even you know that he’s quit an accomplished wrestler, I believe he proved himself enough in the land of UWC.
Riley: UWC UWC, don’t you go given me that UWC history stuff. In fact I’m clearly over the whole subject of Big Ci and the United Wrestling Company. Here’s a subject for ya, my client and a true “great” in the Power On Wrestling, Macros Vitruvious. Ya know he’s still wrestling tonight with broken toes and all, unlike that other man that shall stay for now nameless my client tends to actually win here tonight with an injury or not.
Kip Anderson: Speaking of broken toes, Macros how’s it feeling?
The wrestler just shrugs his shoulders as he puts some wait on his right foot, now enclosed by the black wrestling boot, testing the capability to support his weight.
Riley: Ya like the boots Kip? Yeah I went and purchased them today, ya know ya just can’t take any risk when stepping between those ropes; they better help those toes of his for the price I paid for it means there won’t be any celebration all ya can eat dinner tonight.
The jaw of Macros drops in utter surprise, it had been well documented the surprise and delight the wrestler had found in the event which is an all you can eat meal after his very first victory. Unaccustomed to know such a thing the wrestler has since loved the idea of a place where he can actually eat what ever he likes and as large a quantity he liked.
Riley: Yep the times have changed Kip, no longer do we get the opportunity for larger pay checks in fact we only just scrap through with the cash we get now. Ya know there are even rumors going around that the POW won’t even be covering us for hotel costs any longer; I’m telling ya Kip we’re going to have to be saving all our coins to survive these couple of months ahead.
Kip Anderson: Well the question Riley is what you are going to do about it?
Riley: Ay man I know, but it’s not like I’m going to take it to the boss or anything. That stuff will defiantly secure you a ticket on the next plane home with a piece of paper plastered with the word “your fired” from corner to corner. Ya know I was thinking of another way to make some cash other than wrestling. Sponsorships. Ya know all the big sport guys are doing it why can’t my client earn a bit of extra money by wearing a Nike sweat band around his wrist or by taking a swig of some fizzy drink and saying their catchphrase. I know it’s not like any big name companies will be looking at POW or my client for some sponsorship but perhaps I can get out into Kansas City and find someone ya know.
Kip Anderson: Well if you ask me Riley, it sounds a bit farfetched to my ears. Honestly I don’t think any business man would want to sponsor a wrestler from a newly rising promotion in Kansas City.
The manager frowns, the problem of money is obviously something weighing heavily on his mind.
Riley: Yeah ya probably right, it was a crazy idea. Well it’s all just down to Macros now; it’s all down to his abilities to continue his winning. If we are able to capture both the POW Valor and Tag Team Championships we should be able to acquire some form of pay raise even if it is only a sheet of “Buy 1 get 1 Free” meals at and all you can eat restaurant.
Riley smiles at his client who is looking as if such a payment would be ideal for his lifestyle, the manager get to his feet slapping Kip Anderson on the back,
Riley: Ay men enough of this soap story stuff; we’ve got a match to win and a championship contendership to grab. It was great to see ya again Kip, perhaps we should go for another coffee one of these days.
The manager motions for his client as the two moves towards the door leaving the room for their battle for the night, the room and Kip Anderson are left with the squeaking sound as the door slowly rolls along its hinges to secure itself back against the door frame with a click of a latch.
Kip Anderson: You know I’m starting to get into this interview thing again, just days ago I found myself doing a little one on one with the champ himself Shawn Stevens. I never thought I would be say the words Shawn Stevens and champ in the same sentence again but hey I just did.
The fired interviewer of the fallen Universal Wrestling League is looking brighter than the last time the three men now in the locker room had come into contact. The interviewer appears to have had a shave, cutting away the appearance of age from his face and bringing back that youthful smile.
Riley: We better be getting ya a job here or something, by the way your talking it seems you raring to take over from Greg Kilgreen.
The self proclaimed “manager of champions” is tonight dressed in his classic grey suit; a look of determination is on his face as his client prepares for one of the larger matches of his career.
Kip Anderson: Hey I didn’t say that at all, the least I would want was for someone to get fired…after all I know exactly what that’s all about. But I suppose I would fit well with the role of interviewer, I mean I have connections with some of the greats here in the POW…Shawn Stevens, Rich Morrison, Chester Coban, Reck Maverick, Big Ci….
Riley: Ay man don’t ya go pushing ya luck there, calling Big Ci a great is purely going to get ya fired from what ever your current job is. If ya talking about great huge lumps of weight then ya can count him on the list, but if ya talking about the “greats” I know you’re talking about then ya can remove his name from that list.
The two men take a seat on the wooden bench spreading along the floor before the lockers, Macros continues to look on and listen in to the conversation.
Kip Anderson: Now Riley even you know that he’s quit an accomplished wrestler, I believe he proved himself enough in the land of UWC.
Riley: UWC UWC, don’t you go given me that UWC history stuff. In fact I’m clearly over the whole subject of Big Ci and the United Wrestling Company. Here’s a subject for ya, my client and a true “great” in the Power On Wrestling, Macros Vitruvious. Ya know he’s still wrestling tonight with broken toes and all, unlike that other man that shall stay for now nameless my client tends to actually win here tonight with an injury or not.
Kip Anderson: Speaking of broken toes, Macros how’s it feeling?
The wrestler just shrugs his shoulders as he puts some wait on his right foot, now enclosed by the black wrestling boot, testing the capability to support his weight.
Riley: Ya like the boots Kip? Yeah I went and purchased them today, ya know ya just can’t take any risk when stepping between those ropes; they better help those toes of his for the price I paid for it means there won’t be any celebration all ya can eat dinner tonight.
The jaw of Macros drops in utter surprise, it had been well documented the surprise and delight the wrestler had found in the event which is an all you can eat meal after his very first victory. Unaccustomed to know such a thing the wrestler has since loved the idea of a place where he can actually eat what ever he likes and as large a quantity he liked.
Riley: Yep the times have changed Kip, no longer do we get the opportunity for larger pay checks in fact we only just scrap through with the cash we get now. Ya know there are even rumors going around that the POW won’t even be covering us for hotel costs any longer; I’m telling ya Kip we’re going to have to be saving all our coins to survive these couple of months ahead.
Kip Anderson: Well the question Riley is what you are going to do about it?
Riley: Ay man I know, but it’s not like I’m going to take it to the boss or anything. That stuff will defiantly secure you a ticket on the next plane home with a piece of paper plastered with the word “your fired” from corner to corner. Ya know I was thinking of another way to make some cash other than wrestling. Sponsorships. Ya know all the big sport guys are doing it why can’t my client earn a bit of extra money by wearing a Nike sweat band around his wrist or by taking a swig of some fizzy drink and saying their catchphrase. I know it’s not like any big name companies will be looking at POW or my client for some sponsorship but perhaps I can get out into Kansas City and find someone ya know.
Kip Anderson: Well if you ask me Riley, it sounds a bit farfetched to my ears. Honestly I don’t think any business man would want to sponsor a wrestler from a newly rising promotion in Kansas City.
The manager frowns, the problem of money is obviously something weighing heavily on his mind.
Riley: Yeah ya probably right, it was a crazy idea. Well it’s all just down to Macros now; it’s all down to his abilities to continue his winning. If we are able to capture both the POW Valor and Tag Team Championships we should be able to acquire some form of pay raise even if it is only a sheet of “Buy 1 get 1 Free” meals at and all you can eat restaurant.
Riley smiles at his client who is looking as if such a payment would be ideal for his lifestyle, the manager get to his feet slapping Kip Anderson on the back,
Riley: Ay men enough of this soap story stuff; we’ve got a match to win and a championship contendership to grab. It was great to see ya again Kip, perhaps we should go for another coffee one of these days.
The manager motions for his client as the two moves towards the door leaving the room for their battle for the night, the room and Kip Anderson are left with the squeaking sound as the door slowly rolls along its hinges to secure itself back against the door frame with a click of a latch.