Post by Mac Bane on Jan 22, 2014 0:13:59 GMT
Many this week will speak of the name of the pay per view, “Metamorphosis”, and they will claim some sort of evolution or transformation for themselves. I’ll just go ahead and call bullshit now. No one is going to transform into anything new, its the same old tired ass stories and claims to fame.They will talk trash to one another and none of it will make a damn bit of difference to anyone but themselves. A lot of these clowns think they’re clever with their juvenile turn of phrase. Hell some of them even think they are educated, most of them are ignorant of the things that really matter. The only thing that matters is that winner’s pay window at the end of the night. The revenue generated by the sale of your merchandise is the only thing that matters to the company. Did you entertain anyone? Did the crowd chant “You can’t wrestle.” while you were trying to apply a simple wrist lock and botched that so you resorted to throwing punches? At the end of the night did you do anything at all to push the IWF brand or your own? No, because you do not possess the foresight required.
{Los Angeles, California - LAX}
The walls in the waiting area, the yellowish colored fake stucco look always lacked originality in his opinion. He looked at his tablet one more time to make certain that what he was reading was correct. His reflection in the tablet’s surface surmised his mood over the announcement.
Mac Bane: Shozan Okata? Who the F…
He is interrupted as the clerk at this desk brings him the keys to the rental.
Clerk: Mr. Bane, my apologies but we do not have anything bigger than the Mazda 6.
Bane growls something unintelligible as the young man sets the keys on the counter. He takes the tablet and crams it in his overnight bag forcibly. His nostrils flare as he glares at the little emo bastard who has went from pale to deathlike in complexion.
Clerk: I’ll check the computer once more, just to be certain something didn’t just come in.
The clerk begins typing furiously on the keyboard obviously shaken by his customers reaction, not realizing it had nothing to do with the car and everything to do with this match. Bane clears his throat.
Mac Bane: Don’t worry about it kid, the six will do just fine.
The young clerk visibly exhales and some of his color begins to come back.
Clerk: Of course Mr. Bane.
As he exits the waiting area of the car rental office he finds a hazy afternoon sun has lit up this part of L.A. Well after it burned off the smog from that morning that is. He spots the IWF camera crew trying to do interviews with the various talent as they come out of the airport and smiles as they don’t even know he is there yet. He digs out his tablet again and looks at the email again. He shakes his head in disgust until he sees the third name on the card for that match.
Mac Bane: Sephiroth du Lac, well I will be damned!
He sticks the tablet back in his bag and makes his way to his car. He starts it up and studies something on the tablet for a few minutes and finally sets it down. He steeples his fingers in front of his face obviously thinking about something. He puts the car in gear and leaves the parking garage.
Scene fades
[several hours later…]
{The Four Seasons}
{The Four Seasons}
Doheny Drive in L.A. is a busy place, Bane watches the people far below. They are in and out of various businesses, going to dinner or just walking the streets. His hair still wet from the shower he had just taken clings to his shoulders. He is bare from the waist up and enjoys the almost warm breeze as it passes.The scowl he wore when the cameras were last on him has not faded. He begins to think out loud as a more stiff breeze picks up and whips his hair all to one side revealing an old “Alliance of Violence” tattoo that the camera focusses on while he speaks.
Mac Bane: So the powers that be decided that men like myself and Sephiroth who I have held in high regard my entire career should be on the pre-show rather than on the pay per view itself. While JackHammer, whom I beat, gets on the pay per view. He is rewarded with a match while we languish here and have to face some jackass who calls himself “The Japanese Storm Trooper.” Thats just fucking great.
Bane finally sits in a chair on the balcony and sips an amber colored liquor, smiling as the burn hits and begins to slide down his throat.
Mac Bane: I know a few things about Shozan Okata from reading his bio I know that he likes girls. He thinks he’s some kind of ladies man or something. And, I know from watching his last match that he got his ass whipped by Sephiroth. Only the latter is relevant to anyone who knows anything about our business at all. He lost, and he will continue to lose at the pay per view. Okata you are so far beneath the notice of men like myself and our distinguished opponent that its not funny.
He offers up a toast, raising his glass up.
Mac Bane: Respect is earned. And to those like Sephiroth it is given without question. His legacy is a far reaching one. He has done more for this business than almost anyone that you can think of. We do share some things in common even aside from the ring styles and our need to take things beyond the realm of the xtreme. “Ruthless Aggression” is something that has been used to describe my nature my entire career. You call it second nature, I understand that, it is your nature. By your words you claim to be the monster, the darkness, the name that is said to children to get them to behave.
Bane takes another sip from the glass and he sets it down. He stands allowing the wind that has picked up to blow his hair straight back.
Mac Bane: The only thing that fills my heart with dread is a letter from the internal revenue service saying I’m being audited. Now thats some scary shit right there. But just so you know, even as a child I was never scared of the dark, I always embraced it. So, Okata...du Lac...do your worst!
Scene fades to black.
Well howdy there pardner.