Post by macros on May 2, 2007 4:42:19 GMT -6
COLOUR CODE- In order of Appearance
White - Descriptive Text
Blue Text - Riley Talking
Orange Text - Optiman Talking
Green Text - James Gagne Talking
Red Italic - Macros Thoughts
Brown Italic - Mysterious Voice
Red - Macros Talking
The following takes place two weeks and four days (18 days) prier to the POW New England’s debut DVD Taping, Big Bang. After acquiring the confirmation letters confirming the revaluations and acceptance of the POW contracts of wrestler Appius Macros Vitruvious and manager Riley, the two had been keeping themselves busy in Kansas City as they prepare for their trip to Boston Massachusetts. Over the last three days the manager, Riley, had his ear glued to the receiver of his cell phone arranging the team that would be needed to get the legion soldier back to his prime and ready for an easy debut match for POW New England.
Mark Optiman. Riley had once been the manager of this man, leading him to claim victory over and over again on the road to what would be the highlight of his career, a six month EPW X-Division Championship reign leaving Optiman with the promotional nickname of Mr. X-Division. Of course such an accomplishment with the help of the managerial skills of Riley was not at all free, I am not talking the price in money for Riley got his fare share of pocketed cash, but I am talking about an agreement of debt between the two. After the end of the business relationship between the wrestler Mark Optiman and the manager Riley, the manager stated that one day he will call upon Optiman to make up for this so called debt. So it was that when Riley came across his next wrestler destined for greatness he made the call to the then retired and wrestling trainer Mark Optiman, the deal was struck and Optiman trained the wrestler in all aspects of the in-ring competition paying off the debt in which he held. Or so he though. You could guess the frustration that built up inside of him as the phone started to ring in the early hours of the morning; the caller ID machine beside it registered the name and phone number of the manager that had helped him so long ago. So after a long two hours of discussion and confrontation between the two Optiman had found himself falling for the verbal sweet talk of Riley and packing his bags for Kansas City and the chance to finally pay of his debt once and for all.
James Gagne. Once known in the Pacific Northwest as Olaf Taktarov and a monster within the wrestling ring, the brute sized 6'10" 340 lbs man now found himself as the head trainer of Power On Wrestling. So after receiving a phone call from former POW Midwest manager, Riley, Gagne found himself in the terrible position of unfortunately not being able to decline the request for training time that the manager had asked for. As one of only two POW Midwest trainers James Gagne was expected by contract to except the training of any POW Midwest wrestler at any time what so ever, plus due to POW New England having no trainer at all on their pay role Gagne was also now expected to except the training from the wrestlers that accommodated their roster. So with a grim face the POW Head Trainer had no choice but to except the manager’s proposal and make his way to the training facilities that had been set up for the POW wrestlers in the Ameristar Casino, Kansas City.
So it is that with the training team ready and set to go, the manager Riley and client Macros head out of the door of their Arthur Bryant’s funded down town apart in Kansas City making their way towards the Ameristar Casino.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The camera fades in from a dull black colour as it pans into a lifeless corridor in the depths of the Ameristar Casino. The lightly cream colour of the walls and dark blue carpet running along the floor lead your eyes to a set of doors constructed right at the end of the passage, not a single other room is located down the corridor with no adjacent doors breaking off from the point of view of the camera. Glowing with the reflection of the lights running along the plywood lined roof eight letters are illuminated. POW GYM. This final sign of the current location finally gives you a sense of location, the camera is obviously waiting outside the current resides of the Ameristar Casinos choice room for the POW wrestlers to construct their gym area. At the echo of approaching footsteps float down the corridor the camera spins around so as the other half of the corridor is seen, very identical to the other cream and blue coloured décor half and once again not a single adjacent door is seen, only a joint in corridors sending this one on a right turn into the next. With the only destination of these mystery footsteps being one place, the POW GYM, the camera stays in waiting at the hope of seeing some POW Midwest wrestler getting ready for the Road to SuperMania III. The echoes of footsteps thudding on their impact with the carpet continue to grow in volume until finally in a walk resembling a man on a mission POW New England manager, Riley, makes his way around the corner and heading on a waypoint straight through the cameras location.
Without even the slightest acknowledgement of the cameras presence that would even be as small as adjusting his eyesight from the gym door to the lens of the camera the manager continues his course making the cameraman grasp his equipment and with a show of agility in his desperation is able to jump from the managers path, all the while showing the skill of years of camera works and keeping the manager insight. Riley continues towards the doors labeled POW GYM and with both his arms out stretched pushes the doors open on their hinges, standing in the door way with the swinging doors behind him and the cameraman pressing his cameras lens against the rectangular glass windows, Riley observes the scene before him.
Sitting at a round wooden table meters from the entrance of the gym and the managers position sits the former X-Division wrestler and now wrestling trainer ,Mark Optiman, reclining as best he could in a plastic picnic chair provided by Ameristar Casino and resting his muscular legs upon the surface of the table. Directly opposite sits the grim faced head trainer in the POW Midwest territory, James Gagne, as he looks on as the wrestler he was training today continues his workout. At the opposite end of the room wearing a pair of Spalding Track pants, Black beanie and a Skins microphiber BioAcceleration Technology no-sleeved top was the legion soldier Macros Vitruvious, accelerating himself upon the surface of a treadmill covered head to toe with beads of sweat.
Riley slowly walks into the Gym as if he was the one that had been accelerating atop the treadmill for the last hour and not instead having a complementary lunch in the Arthur Bryant’s located in this very Ameristar Casino. Riley takes a seat in the third and final plastic picnic chair set up around the table.
Riley: So tell me, what is the final verdict on my client?
Mark Optiman takes his feat off from the surface of the table and leans forward in a show of importance.
Optiman: He’s fat.
Riley: What do ya mean, he is fat?
Optiman: Okay dude, here’s the low-down. You take a perfectly trained athlete which at the time is in the prime of his life both in his career and in his physical fitness, you then get him suspended from his occupation which provides him with his weekly dose of physical activity. Then for a period just under two months your bunk him up with a former manager that cant cook, so this once athlete finds himself sleeping most of the days and eating foods high in fat from place such as Arthur Bryant’s. You then get the obvious and same outcome in which we have had today, you client is fat.
Riley goes white at even the thought, no preposterous thought, that the way of life he leads was the cause behind his client Appius Macros Vitruvious being over weight. At the words of Optiman the POW head trainer James Gagne turns around to deliver his professional thought.
James Gagne: I agree he has gained about 25 pounds over the time he has been unemployed, so it is then easy to say he is no where near the physical peek of his career that you could have seen in his POW Midwest career or earlier. But of course all is not lost, as the Head Trainer I have developed a program that will cut Macros back to the weight he was prier and get him ready for the squash match the POW New England territory leader has probably set-up to both boost the fan support of Macros as well as ease him back into the ring. But for now it is all about cutting that weight back down to within at least 8 kilos of the recorded weight of his last Midwest match up, then what ever fat is left we can try to mould it into muscle instead with a variety of physical exercises and weight work.
As you know I have already had the opportunity to get him within the ropes to test his in ring skills. I must admit over his short suspensions he has kept up his level of strength from our last training session, as have his remarkable talent for submission wrestling. But this additional weight and of course the two months doing little physical exercise larger than walking from the lounge room to the kitchen, your client speed and agility has decreased greatly. But with the right training he should be back to in-ring physical level before the date of Big Bang, though of course I should state that he will not be at all near his prime…but instead pretty close.
Though I suppose that it does not matter if he is not near his prime of the past, I predict that your new territory owner will provide your client with a newcomer worthy of a beating from an under form Macros Vitruvious.
Though Riley had tuned out halfway through the speech given by Gagne a look of satisfaction and relief crossed his facial expressions as he reclines in to the picnic chair similar to that of Optiman earlier. After all the head trainer of POW had just said that his client will be fighting fit for his first match inside the ring of the POW NE territory, that was good enough for the mind of the manager.
Riley: Ya know I can’t help but feel sorry for that poor soul that rests in the body of the wrestler that had entered the POW New England and heard that his debut match was going to be against the one and only Legion Soldier. I will bet ya that it’s some new kid coming into the world of wrestling trying to get his first break and instead he see’s his name scheduled against my legion soldier, Appius Macros Vitruvious. But then again why am I feeling sorry for the guy when he’s going to supply both myself and the crowd’s great entertainment as we can all watch Macros pick him apart piece by piece.
Optiman: What your telling me you don’t even know who your opponent is yet?
Riley: Well I haven’t been sent the card yet, and since I’m here in Kansas City and not Boston then I wont know until I actually get their.
James Gagne: humph…I suppose that’s POW New England for you.
As the conversation between Riley and his trainers continued, across the room still running his miles on the surface of the treadmill and covered in a thick sticky layer of sweat…Macros himself was having a conversation of his own.
“I do not care whom this currently mystery opponent is, whether it be my former partner Reck Maverick or the man that stole my undefeated streak from me George Duke. The debut DVD Taping from POW NE is going to be the night of the Legion Soldier…"
Voice: That of course is if my Legion Soldier can get the job done. That is of course if my Legion Soldier will learn once more that I am the only being that he takes orders from. Past. Present. Future. No matter what the time may be, my plans have always and always will give you the outcomes that you crave. For too long you have been taking the orders of this man you call a manager, and to teach you a lesson I decided to wait and watch as you screwed up the career and legacy in which I created. But now that time is over, you have witnessed what the road will have in store for those that follow in the footsteps of this manager. Nothing but loss after loss.
You see the Legion Soldier that I molded would of never known the feeling of a loss nor the taint of one on his record. The man you once were when marching into battle under my guidance new the pain and endurance needed to capture victory, the wits of the mind that was needed to calculate move after move and of course the Power and Honor that came when the battle was one and Appius Macros Vitruvious was declared victorious.
But I am feeling generous, I am willing to give you my guidance once more. I am willing to drive you towards that victory in which I know that deep down in your soul you crave. The time has come Macros for you to join me once more and claim the honor, respect and gold in which I can give you. Do you except.
Macros pulls the safety cord connecting his wrist to the console board of the treadmill, the machine instantly slows down and within second is dead still. Macros places his hands upon the guide rails on either side of the treadmill, breathing heavy and looking at his reflection in a small window macros pulls the soaking wet beanie covering his head off. No longer is their a thick main of hair covering his head, instead not a single hair is left standing as Macros like in his UWL days has once more gorn bald.
Macros: I except…
With that Macros rips the treadmill safety chord from his wrist and throws it over the head of the console, turning his on his heels to face his trainers the scene starts to fade to black.