Post by macros on May 1, 2007 1:30:11 GMT -6
The following takes place three weeks prier to the POW New England Territories first PPV, Big Bang.
The scene opens up in the early hours of the morning inside a small apartment residing in down town Kansas City, small rays of light pierce through the cotton material of curtain which cover the windows and into the darkness of the room beyond. The rays of sunlight bounce through the room ricocheting off the objects that block their path, finally the rays of light fade as they lose their battle with the darkness that has consumed the room most of the night. The rays have now illuminated the small wooden oak coffee table which rests in the center of the room, it’s surface taken up by a modern cream colored fax machine. Suddenly the sound of ink-jets moving into place breaks the silence of the room, a single LED light on the interface starts to flash, the words adjacent to this light read; Incoming Fax. The sound of small wheels rolling start up followed by the movement of pieces of paper as they travel through toward the ink-jets, finally a pair of POW logo stamped faxes come to rest on the fax tray.
A slightly wrinkled hand slides into the scene and gently grasps the warm and freshly printed faxes, the owner of the hand silhouette in the darkness quickly skims reads the text as a small rumble of laughter starts to erupt from his mouth. The silhouette figure makes his way toward the cotton material curtains, in one quick motion he wrenches them open to let the light of the morning flow through the room. The silhouette figures turns from the windows to look into the room, the man is now revealed as the once POW manager, Riley. Riley opens his mouth and inhales a deep breath of air of the new morning, as if breathing the first breath of his life. Finally the early morning raspy voice of Riley starts up for the day.
Riley: Well, well, well, looks like that son of a bitch, Tito Capaci, cant last that long without me providing him with ratings. Looks like he cant last that long without you on the roster Macros…Hey are you even awake.
The wrestler Appius Macros Vitruvious had been humbly enjoying what he conceded a vacation the best way he new how, sleeping. Reclining along the couch which was hidden in the darkness of the morning Macros pulls the woolen blanket up over is shoulders in all attentions of going back to sleep. Riley seeing this makes his way over to the couch and kneels down so as being face to face with his client, the POW fax papers in his hands.
Riley: Do ya know what happened to shoot out from my fax machine this morning? Two contracts for POWs new territory brand, New England. It seems that our former promoter Tito Capaci has been begging for our return over the last few weeks, basically the POW New England brand has not been producing the ratings in which it should be. But of course with the lackluster roster in which they have to work with, it does not surprise me that their ratings are not the equivalent of it’s Midwest brethren.
The eyes of the legion soldier open as he looks into those of his manager.
Macros: Tell me Riley, why do I want to get myself involved with this territory? If it is as you have explained, there should be no talent worth the rivalry of the legion soldier. Why should I travel to this territory to give those whom delve there the honor to even step between the ropes of the same ring as the legion soldier, when it is obvious that these men do not deserve such a chance. POW New England is a road in which the legion soldier will not be going down, after all the POW Midwest territory is the place in which I have unfinished business to attend too.
The manager known as Riley stands up in a show of rage at the defiance from his client. With his trademark look of disgust across his face Riley starts to verbally attack his client.
Riley: Look at yourself Macros, wasting yours days away laying on a couch, eating junk and gaining weight. Do ya honestly believe that ya can turn up at POW Midwest, out of shape, and take it to any man on their roster. But I agree you may have unfinished business with the likes of George Duke or Murderous Intent, but you must see that you lost to those men in what was the peek of your career, if you dared to return in your current form then you will only find losses once more. For simply our time in the POW Midwest has come and gone, even our allies have moved on to team with others.
The speak of allies obviously referring to former tag team partner of the legion soldier and one half of M & M, Reck Maverick. Macros rises up from his reclining position across the couch to make eye contact with his manager pacing whom is pacing backward and forwards in front of his client
Riley: Yes Macros, ya see there’s not a single thing waiting for the legion soldier, even your tag team partner has forgotten of you and moved on to join the Four Horsemen.
Macros: So we must move on…
Riley stops at the words of his client, taking a breath of relief he falls to his knees in front of the legion soldier.
Riley: Yes Macros we must move on. POW Midwest was a single path in which we could take towards the ultimate goal of the legion soldiers promotional dominance, but now we move on to New England . We take down the lowly men on their roster that call themselves wrestlers, we shall dethroned their champions, and we shall do it in the name of the legion. But we will not just beat them, we will destroy them.
Riley stands up and faces the window and the early morning sunrise which marks a new day, the strong rays of light silhouette his frame.
Riley: Three weeks I have to get you back to your prime. Exactly 21 days until the POW New England territory presents their debut DVD Taping ironically named “Big Bang”, what a better way to celebrate this DVD Taping than providing a return of the legion soldier and a match that will live up to the name of the DVD Taping.
Riley outstretches his arms as if welcoming the new day and the surprise contracts in which this same day had presented to them both. The scene slowly fades away as Macros rises up from the couch and back into a career in wrestling.