Post by eagles on May 3, 2007 19:24:50 GMT -6
A crowd mills around outside the arena that will host the first ever DVD Taping for POW New England. The meet and greet is going well and many wrestlers merchandise are being worn, all the fans are waving their colors and cheering on their favorites as one by one more wrestlers arrive upon the scene. Josh Eagles who was sitting high on the steps wearing a pair of plain black jeans and his "Legend Returns" shirt had been there hours before all the rest, taking a look at the arena, soaking in the quiet preparing for another match and another day where he must fight.
He was still sore after coming off his recent match with Brian Lee, being only hours prior to this moment. But none the less he watched the crowd with eager anticipation. Only a few days ago he had found out that his opponent and friend Macros had not yet found out who he was to face and Josh and struggled with the idea of telling him or letting him learn the hard way, but with the announcement of this New England meet and greet Josh's mind was put at ease, knowing that Riley was too much of a show off to ever pass up a chance to show off his client and say a few bragging words.
There was no doubt in my mind that at an event like this, Macros would find out that he was facing Josh Eagles... and it was this exact person that Eagles was awaiting. Josh wished to see him for himself, see the shape he was in, see his demeanor... find out the state of body and mind his opponent was in. The tape provided by Vincent Varillion was not as satisfactory as he needed it to be, so even after fighting another brutal match Josh was going to make sure he was here for this.
Soon Josh's long wait was brought to a rest as a rusted blue mini squealed into the parking lot and an unmistakable duo emerges from the inside. RILEY and MACROS! Josh smiled as he studied Macros, saw that he had already started to get back into the shape he had once been in, even if he had a long way to go. So that classic stoic face, void of all thought and emotion, revealing and telling nothing. Josh's body began to tremble, he wanted nothing more at that moment for 48 hours to fly by and for him to be in the ring against his strongest opponent yet... but that would not be for yet another 48 hours.
So instead he leaned against the wall and watched as Stephanie Campbell rushed forward no doubt to conduct an interview with these two men. Josh perked up his ears to listen to the normal rants and raves of Riley and was none too surprised at the reaction of Riley as he heard news of who his clients opponent would be. Josh began to laugh out loud as the look of shock crossed over Riley's face and was more shocked to see Macros himself step forward to take the mic... as Macros spoke Josh leaned into listen closely.
"I am traveling down the highway to my destiny of promotional domination. Josh Eagles resembles little but a test of my courage and determination. Josh Eagles does not even resemble a bump in the highway towards my destiny. Josh Eagles is little but a loose pebble under my footing that is just waiting to be driven into the ground. Alas for you Josh, your time of greatness has come to an end. For now you are witnessing the rise of the Legion Soldier. You may be able to hold onto your current Heavyweight Championship from another promotion close to your chest, but there is nothing in POW New England for the Josh Eagles that chooses to work against the destiny that I strive for.
Come the point in time when you decide to step through the boundaries and into my battlefield at Big Bang, I shall do something in which no man has yet proved can be done. To release myself from those whom doubt my abilities I, Appius Macros Vitruvious, shall use Josh Eagles as a warning to all those to come as I dominate him in the ring. At Big Bang the Legion Soldier will be the man to grasp both the victory and the honor that he craves."
Every word spoke by Macros seemed to sting Josh and send him back a step. He would expect such arrogance and such cocky remarks from a man like Riley, but Macros was a man of honor, a man Josh had for a long time considered a friend and confidant and he was now standing there and in Josh's eyes verbally disrespecting a man that had given him so much.
Josh's eyes quickly turned from a look of shock and disappointment, his face turned from a look of amazement and everything turned into a look of sheer anger. He watched as Macros rose his hand and shattered the camera and his eye twitched in anger! As Macros and Riley turned back to get into their mini, some fans booing loudly others cheering loudly all excited and full of noise one roaring voice could be heard above them all!
"THOSE WORDS WILL BE YOUR LAST!!!!"
Everyone around was quick to quite down and turn their eyes toward the top of the steps, Macros and Riley both whipped around to see who was yelling and everyone's eyes fell upon the figure of Josh Eagles standing atop of the steps his fist clenched and a now silent rage pouring from his body in waves. But his eyes caught everyone, the pure hate and anger that poured from them catching Macros full on... every head turned back and forth looking at the eyes locked together of Josh and Macros.
"Macros, I have waited for you to arrive! I have waited here for hours after taking the time to make sure I was here after a grueling match not even 15 hours ago I waited. I had to be here to see you, to welcome you back to the POW... to shake the hand of the man I would face at Big Bang, to welcome you as a friend and wish the best of us to win. For days, weeks I have known that I would be facing you in what was a dream match for both of us... imagine my disgust when I get here to find a a mere shell of the man I once respected.
By know stretch of the imagination do I demand or want the respect of these fans or anyone in Power On Wrestling... but never did I think I would lose the respect of you Macros. Never did I think someone who has spent the last MONTH of their life letting their body fall out of shape, come and stand before an audience and tell them that I was nothing, not even an obstacle to a man like you... if you even call yourself a man anymore."
Macros goes to take a step forward but Riley gets himself in the way. The crowd cheers loudly as Josh takes a few steps down the stairs and Campbell scrambles backwards telling the tape to keep rolling.
"So you would say I am but a mere loose pebble on your highway to destiny? You actually think you will use me as a warning to the rest of the POW roster? What is even worse is you actually seem to believe that I doubt your skill! Then there is you Riley who would like to say that I have never stepped into the ring with someone who is as aggressive as Macros? Are you forgetting it was me who trained one of the men who took you to the fight of your life? Are you forgetting it was I who trained Vincent Varillion and who have watched you wrestle all this time? Are you forgetting who GAVE you the majority of your career?
Do not think for any one second that I have not dreamed of this match... that i have not yearned to prove that my style is still greater then yours is or will ever be. But I always dreamed about a match where we shook hands, where we played by the rules, where we entered as friends... combatants looking to see who is the best and left as friends... knowing that someday in the future we would be able to test our physical limits again. Never did I in one of my dreams figure I would be facing a shadow of the man I had dreamed of wrestling!"
Now the crowd is so silent and the looks between the two men so deadly that people were afraid to breathe. A bead of sweat trickled down the face of Stephie Campbell as she took a step forward and broke the silence.
"Mr. Eagles... how is it that you see Macros as only a shadow of his former self?"
Josh shot Stephie a quick and peircing glance that caused her to fall back a few steps, but everything was so silent Josh did not need a mic to be heard and he did not need a mic to be heard either when he began to let out a crackling laugh.
"You want to know how I see this man as only a shell, a shadow of the man he once was? Just look at him! I can still see where his stomach hangs over his pants after sitting on a couch eating potato chips for the last month. You can still see the flushed color in his face and the exhaustion in his eyes from the sudden feel of physical exertion. The Macros I once knew and respected was in top physical condition, he had conviction behind every look, behind every word... the man that stands before me is a man who just happens to look like him... a cheap and pathetic imitation!
For weeks this match had been all I thought about, I was looking forward to the best match of my career. I have trained harder, studied longer, pushed myself to greater lengths and I come here to see it was all for nothing. You can not even give me your best match and the best you can give me now is not anything compared to what the real Macros could give. The real Macros would have trained his hardest no matter who his opponent was to be... would have been in BETTER shape when he returned and would have shown the due respect and honor that he preaches about so often.
This man that stands before me is barley even worth noting, it means nothing more to beat him then it would be to beat a hired JOBBER! I came forward looking for the match of my career and a match that would steal the card, a match worthy of being at Big Bang and now I am wondering if we mind as well get it over with for these hundred plus people because it is not worth going to a DVD Taping!
But none the less you still think that I am but a loose pebble on the highway... well I think a more accurate term would be I am a coin on your train track... you think I am small, you think I don't mean a thing, but when you run into me... I WILL DERAIL YOU! Don't think for one second you are walking out of Big Bang with the honor of that match... even if you managed to win Macros... you're honor is lost, your integrity stolen, your respect gone... you couldn't walk out of that match win or lose with ANYTHING intact!"
Macros and Josh continue to stare at each other, then Josh turns around to head back into the building. But at the top of the stairs he stops and pulls to coins from his pocket and throws them down the stairs toward Macros and Riley.
"Mind you... that is just my two cents worth!"
With that final blow to the dignity of Macros Josh heads back into the arena leaving Macros mad and the crowd buzzing.
He was still sore after coming off his recent match with Brian Lee, being only hours prior to this moment. But none the less he watched the crowd with eager anticipation. Only a few days ago he had found out that his opponent and friend Macros had not yet found out who he was to face and Josh and struggled with the idea of telling him or letting him learn the hard way, but with the announcement of this New England meet and greet Josh's mind was put at ease, knowing that Riley was too much of a show off to ever pass up a chance to show off his client and say a few bragging words.
There was no doubt in my mind that at an event like this, Macros would find out that he was facing Josh Eagles... and it was this exact person that Eagles was awaiting. Josh wished to see him for himself, see the shape he was in, see his demeanor... find out the state of body and mind his opponent was in. The tape provided by Vincent Varillion was not as satisfactory as he needed it to be, so even after fighting another brutal match Josh was going to make sure he was here for this.
Soon Josh's long wait was brought to a rest as a rusted blue mini squealed into the parking lot and an unmistakable duo emerges from the inside. RILEY and MACROS! Josh smiled as he studied Macros, saw that he had already started to get back into the shape he had once been in, even if he had a long way to go. So that classic stoic face, void of all thought and emotion, revealing and telling nothing. Josh's body began to tremble, he wanted nothing more at that moment for 48 hours to fly by and for him to be in the ring against his strongest opponent yet... but that would not be for yet another 48 hours.
So instead he leaned against the wall and watched as Stephanie Campbell rushed forward no doubt to conduct an interview with these two men. Josh perked up his ears to listen to the normal rants and raves of Riley and was none too surprised at the reaction of Riley as he heard news of who his clients opponent would be. Josh began to laugh out loud as the look of shock crossed over Riley's face and was more shocked to see Macros himself step forward to take the mic... as Macros spoke Josh leaned into listen closely.
"I am traveling down the highway to my destiny of promotional domination. Josh Eagles resembles little but a test of my courage and determination. Josh Eagles does not even resemble a bump in the highway towards my destiny. Josh Eagles is little but a loose pebble under my footing that is just waiting to be driven into the ground. Alas for you Josh, your time of greatness has come to an end. For now you are witnessing the rise of the Legion Soldier. You may be able to hold onto your current Heavyweight Championship from another promotion close to your chest, but there is nothing in POW New England for the Josh Eagles that chooses to work against the destiny that I strive for.
Come the point in time when you decide to step through the boundaries and into my battlefield at Big Bang, I shall do something in which no man has yet proved can be done. To release myself from those whom doubt my abilities I, Appius Macros Vitruvious, shall use Josh Eagles as a warning to all those to come as I dominate him in the ring. At Big Bang the Legion Soldier will be the man to grasp both the victory and the honor that he craves."
Every word spoke by Macros seemed to sting Josh and send him back a step. He would expect such arrogance and such cocky remarks from a man like Riley, but Macros was a man of honor, a man Josh had for a long time considered a friend and confidant and he was now standing there and in Josh's eyes verbally disrespecting a man that had given him so much.
Josh's eyes quickly turned from a look of shock and disappointment, his face turned from a look of amazement and everything turned into a look of sheer anger. He watched as Macros rose his hand and shattered the camera and his eye twitched in anger! As Macros and Riley turned back to get into their mini, some fans booing loudly others cheering loudly all excited and full of noise one roaring voice could be heard above them all!
"THOSE WORDS WILL BE YOUR LAST!!!!"
Everyone around was quick to quite down and turn their eyes toward the top of the steps, Macros and Riley both whipped around to see who was yelling and everyone's eyes fell upon the figure of Josh Eagles standing atop of the steps his fist clenched and a now silent rage pouring from his body in waves. But his eyes caught everyone, the pure hate and anger that poured from them catching Macros full on... every head turned back and forth looking at the eyes locked together of Josh and Macros.
"Macros, I have waited for you to arrive! I have waited here for hours after taking the time to make sure I was here after a grueling match not even 15 hours ago I waited. I had to be here to see you, to welcome you back to the POW... to shake the hand of the man I would face at Big Bang, to welcome you as a friend and wish the best of us to win. For days, weeks I have known that I would be facing you in what was a dream match for both of us... imagine my disgust when I get here to find a a mere shell of the man I once respected.
By know stretch of the imagination do I demand or want the respect of these fans or anyone in Power On Wrestling... but never did I think I would lose the respect of you Macros. Never did I think someone who has spent the last MONTH of their life letting their body fall out of shape, come and stand before an audience and tell them that I was nothing, not even an obstacle to a man like you... if you even call yourself a man anymore."
Macros goes to take a step forward but Riley gets himself in the way. The crowd cheers loudly as Josh takes a few steps down the stairs and Campbell scrambles backwards telling the tape to keep rolling.
"So you would say I am but a mere loose pebble on your highway to destiny? You actually think you will use me as a warning to the rest of the POW roster? What is even worse is you actually seem to believe that I doubt your skill! Then there is you Riley who would like to say that I have never stepped into the ring with someone who is as aggressive as Macros? Are you forgetting it was me who trained one of the men who took you to the fight of your life? Are you forgetting it was I who trained Vincent Varillion and who have watched you wrestle all this time? Are you forgetting who GAVE you the majority of your career?
Do not think for any one second that I have not dreamed of this match... that i have not yearned to prove that my style is still greater then yours is or will ever be. But I always dreamed about a match where we shook hands, where we played by the rules, where we entered as friends... combatants looking to see who is the best and left as friends... knowing that someday in the future we would be able to test our physical limits again. Never did I in one of my dreams figure I would be facing a shadow of the man I had dreamed of wrestling!"
Now the crowd is so silent and the looks between the two men so deadly that people were afraid to breathe. A bead of sweat trickled down the face of Stephie Campbell as she took a step forward and broke the silence.
"Mr. Eagles... how is it that you see Macros as only a shadow of his former self?"
Josh shot Stephie a quick and peircing glance that caused her to fall back a few steps, but everything was so silent Josh did not need a mic to be heard and he did not need a mic to be heard either when he began to let out a crackling laugh.
"You want to know how I see this man as only a shell, a shadow of the man he once was? Just look at him! I can still see where his stomach hangs over his pants after sitting on a couch eating potato chips for the last month. You can still see the flushed color in his face and the exhaustion in his eyes from the sudden feel of physical exertion. The Macros I once knew and respected was in top physical condition, he had conviction behind every look, behind every word... the man that stands before me is a man who just happens to look like him... a cheap and pathetic imitation!
For weeks this match had been all I thought about, I was looking forward to the best match of my career. I have trained harder, studied longer, pushed myself to greater lengths and I come here to see it was all for nothing. You can not even give me your best match and the best you can give me now is not anything compared to what the real Macros could give. The real Macros would have trained his hardest no matter who his opponent was to be... would have been in BETTER shape when he returned and would have shown the due respect and honor that he preaches about so often.
This man that stands before me is barley even worth noting, it means nothing more to beat him then it would be to beat a hired JOBBER! I came forward looking for the match of my career and a match that would steal the card, a match worthy of being at Big Bang and now I am wondering if we mind as well get it over with for these hundred plus people because it is not worth going to a DVD Taping!
But none the less you still think that I am but a loose pebble on the highway... well I think a more accurate term would be I am a coin on your train track... you think I am small, you think I don't mean a thing, but when you run into me... I WILL DERAIL YOU! Don't think for one second you are walking out of Big Bang with the honor of that match... even if you managed to win Macros... you're honor is lost, your integrity stolen, your respect gone... you couldn't walk out of that match win or lose with ANYTHING intact!"
Macros and Josh continue to stare at each other, then Josh turns around to head back into the building. But at the top of the stairs he stops and pulls to coins from his pocket and throws them down the stairs toward Macros and Riley.
"Mind you... that is just my two cents worth!"
With that final blow to the dignity of Macros Josh heads back into the arena leaving Macros mad and the crowd buzzing.