Post by M.D.K. on Aug 25, 2007 16:54:21 GMT -5
(We find M.D.K. lying down in the centre of the ring that is at M.D.K.’s gym. Eddie is clutching at his leg and lifts it up and M.D.K. points the toes so that he stretches at his aching muscles. M.D.K. wasn’t going to beat around the bush, Armageddon had crucified him physically and the fact was he shouldn’t have even been in that match. He was forced by management to compete because had both he and Famine dropped out of the Pay per View then ratings would have truly plummeted. M.D.K. has always put the fans first and to ensure that the fans got their money’s worth, M.D.K. and Dean put on a show-stopping performance that is easily a contender for Match of the Year. With his collarbone still pinned, M.D.K. was desperate to keep it steady and secure but with no chance of a break for him, that seemed unlikely. Seven days after defending his Intercontinental Title against Dean, he was now going up against a former Internet Champion and man that had been in this company a lot longer than M.D.K. in the form of Sentinel.
It had been a while since M.D.K. had been here in his own gym. With personal issues and the departure of Marc to Spain meant that his chances to come here were few and far between so an opportunity to rehab injuries and rest tired joints as well as blow off cobwebs was a welcoming prospect for him. It wasn’t just his collarbone that was the problem now though; strained ligaments in his knee, strained wrist and a partially torn bicep were now part of the growing health issues that M.D.K. was contending with and with yet another show on the horizon, M.D.K. was heading into his nineteenth consecutive match. That is nineteen without rehab, without a break and without ducking a single match. He had won the majority, lost a couple and had a couple of totally bullshit decisions but the one constant has been that M.D.K. has been here at every show, at every pay per view and in every match from a newcomer’s battle royal to a star studded eight man brawl. This week would be no different as he prepares to take on a man he has never taken on before. Could that factor alone prove decisive?
Clad in a pair of white tracksuit trousers and a white vest top, he winces as Eddie stretches each leg in turning order to make them more supple and flexible. He wasn’t going to take Sentinel lightly despite the title he has of being easier to beat than most others on the roster. M.D.K. treated every opponent as a test of his ability to enthral and entertain the masses and whether he is taking on Chris Page or the Sentinel, he would always ensure he goes out to the ring and give 150%. The headphones to his iPod lead from his pocket up to his ear and the regular beat of Ibiza anthems thumping in his ear. Edie’s words of encouragement were literally falling on deaf ears as M.D.K. reminisced about the halcyon days where he would be on the beach at half past six in the morning having not gone back to the hotel the night before. Those days were long gone and aside from the occasionally trek to the club; he seldom had nights like that now. It saddened him a little but there was always time to move on and those that fear change should seldom be trusted.
This week wasn’t just about defending his title for the second week in a row; it was also about making sure the entire roster knew where he stood in terms of the company and the other guys on the roster. M.D.K. wanted to make sure that everybody recognised him as the heart and soul of this company. M.D.K. was now in agony as Eddie continued to torque on his legs. He was helping but thankfully the pain from Eddie was the greatest of his pains at the moment. Angelo has been eerily quiet over the last few days and so M.D.K.’s sleep has passed by untroubled and he is happy with how things have been. M.D.K. leans forwards and frowns at Eddie.)
M.D.K.: “For fuck’s sake man can you ease up a bit?”
Eddie: “What do you think I am Florence Nightingale?”
M.D.K.: “No but somebody who has half a fucking idea what he is doing!”
Eddie: “What is the stress for Danny?”
M.D.K.: “Maybe I am worried about the inevitable.”
Eddie: “Which is what exactly? Death, taxes or maybe losing to Sentinel.”
(M.D.K. pauses and Eddie drops his leg which results in him wincing in pain. They stare at each other for a moment before both collapsing in laughter.)
M.D.K.: “Oh god Eddie, you sure know how to tell them!”
Eddie: “I aim to please. But seriously man, what is with the stress? I mean you won at Armageddon and there is nothing – absolutely nothing – that Dean can bitch about this time. He was fully fit by his own admission; there was no interference ad Dean just couldn’t get the job done! He always likes to make a positive out of every situation so I would love to see him try and turn this mother fucker around!”
M.D.K.: “You are telling me; Dean gave everything that he had and it wasn’t enough. I am his better and his superior and he truly is INFERIOR!”
Eddie: “Didn’t that little rhetoric before the match just make you laugh?”
M.D.K.: “What the repetition thing again? Irony kicks in once again!”
Eddie: “That poor guy; what is next for him?”
M.D.K.: “Back to the paper round?”
(They laugh ad Eddie stands up.)
Eddie: “I am gonna polish my nuts while you torture that poor Peruvian kid.”
M.D.K.: “Dude, Sentinel is from Indonesian!”
Eddie: “Look, do I look like somebody that works for the diplomatic society? He’s from a place where you can only drink bottled water. I stay away from guys like that.”
M.D.K.: “You are a bad man Eddie Simmons.”
Eddie: “And that is why you pay me!”
(M.D.K. laughs as Eddie leaves the ring and walks out of the gym. M.D.K. looks up at the camera and frowns.)
M.D.K.: “Have you ever watched Bambi? Can you ever imagine what it would be like to pop a bullet between that poor little guy’s eyes? It takes a man with an iron constitution and a twisted soul to carry out such an act. But as they say, if a job has to be done then it should be done properly. I am going into battle on Monday to do a job properly and beat you Sentinel.”
“You see, my naïve, eastern friend, you are merely a pawn for those in the upper tiers of management who want to spark interest and gain ratings. They want to actually see you get slaughtered come Brawl and they want to see me systematically dissect every single one of your limbs, each joint they would love to see popped and they would crave to see agony etched across your face.”
“That is why you won at Armageddon Sentinel; it wasn’t because you were the best and it wasn’t because you are worthy of a shot; it is because you try. You come out each an every week, create an abortion with the English language and then drop to the mat like a warm freshly laid shit.”
“Sentinel, this week you have begged and pleaded with me to show you a weakness. If after watching me for the past month you don’t see this fucking big scar on my collarbone then I really don’t see much hope for you pal. I have a pinned collarbone that has been through wars with half of Genesis and walked out victorious. There is no denial that I am and will continue to be their conqueror as I go onto bigger and better things.”
“I do have to ensure that it is done with style though and that means I take my title with me. You see, I had my run with the Internet Title and I had no use for it which is why I allowed Marc to take it but the Intercontinental is a totally different kettle of fish. It has a legacy and a tradition and the fact is, you can keep six time reigns and you can keep multiple week reigns because it is all own to how you carry yourself when you hold that title and what you can do for the title. I have done only good for it and that is something which every single fan that follows me can recognise. I am the poster on their wall now and I am the autograph that the children seek and I am the face that teenage girls picture every single night they go to bed and make doe eyes at the ceiling.”
“I don’t want to torment you though Sentinel. You are a kid with a lot of heart and I pity you man; I truly do. I mean you have to struggle with INFERIOR trainers, INFERIOR equipment and INFERIOR friends. You need help Sentinel and you can think of me as the first step in a series of twelve to better things. I will make you a superstar or break you as I try.”
“Ask Bubba exactly what I did to him; ask Dean what it is like to blindly pursue gold held by me which is out of your grip? How can you call me a rookie hen I have done more and soared higher than you have in half the time? I represent the Main Event and you still struggle to make it halfway up the card. You are a joke Sentinel and you are truly INFERIOR!”
(He stands up and shakes his head as he struggles to his feet and slips out of the ring.)
It had been a while since M.D.K. had been here in his own gym. With personal issues and the departure of Marc to Spain meant that his chances to come here were few and far between so an opportunity to rehab injuries and rest tired joints as well as blow off cobwebs was a welcoming prospect for him. It wasn’t just his collarbone that was the problem now though; strained ligaments in his knee, strained wrist and a partially torn bicep were now part of the growing health issues that M.D.K. was contending with and with yet another show on the horizon, M.D.K. was heading into his nineteenth consecutive match. That is nineteen without rehab, without a break and without ducking a single match. He had won the majority, lost a couple and had a couple of totally bullshit decisions but the one constant has been that M.D.K. has been here at every show, at every pay per view and in every match from a newcomer’s battle royal to a star studded eight man brawl. This week would be no different as he prepares to take on a man he has never taken on before. Could that factor alone prove decisive?
Clad in a pair of white tracksuit trousers and a white vest top, he winces as Eddie stretches each leg in turning order to make them more supple and flexible. He wasn’t going to take Sentinel lightly despite the title he has of being easier to beat than most others on the roster. M.D.K. treated every opponent as a test of his ability to enthral and entertain the masses and whether he is taking on Chris Page or the Sentinel, he would always ensure he goes out to the ring and give 150%. The headphones to his iPod lead from his pocket up to his ear and the regular beat of Ibiza anthems thumping in his ear. Edie’s words of encouragement were literally falling on deaf ears as M.D.K. reminisced about the halcyon days where he would be on the beach at half past six in the morning having not gone back to the hotel the night before. Those days were long gone and aside from the occasionally trek to the club; he seldom had nights like that now. It saddened him a little but there was always time to move on and those that fear change should seldom be trusted.
This week wasn’t just about defending his title for the second week in a row; it was also about making sure the entire roster knew where he stood in terms of the company and the other guys on the roster. M.D.K. wanted to make sure that everybody recognised him as the heart and soul of this company. M.D.K. was now in agony as Eddie continued to torque on his legs. He was helping but thankfully the pain from Eddie was the greatest of his pains at the moment. Angelo has been eerily quiet over the last few days and so M.D.K.’s sleep has passed by untroubled and he is happy with how things have been. M.D.K. leans forwards and frowns at Eddie.)
M.D.K.: “For fuck’s sake man can you ease up a bit?”
Eddie: “What do you think I am Florence Nightingale?”
M.D.K.: “No but somebody who has half a fucking idea what he is doing!”
Eddie: “What is the stress for Danny?”
M.D.K.: “Maybe I am worried about the inevitable.”
Eddie: “Which is what exactly? Death, taxes or maybe losing to Sentinel.”
(M.D.K. pauses and Eddie drops his leg which results in him wincing in pain. They stare at each other for a moment before both collapsing in laughter.)
M.D.K.: “Oh god Eddie, you sure know how to tell them!”
Eddie: “I aim to please. But seriously man, what is with the stress? I mean you won at Armageddon and there is nothing – absolutely nothing – that Dean can bitch about this time. He was fully fit by his own admission; there was no interference ad Dean just couldn’t get the job done! He always likes to make a positive out of every situation so I would love to see him try and turn this mother fucker around!”
M.D.K.: “You are telling me; Dean gave everything that he had and it wasn’t enough. I am his better and his superior and he truly is INFERIOR!”
Eddie: “Didn’t that little rhetoric before the match just make you laugh?”
M.D.K.: “What the repetition thing again? Irony kicks in once again!”
Eddie: “That poor guy; what is next for him?”
M.D.K.: “Back to the paper round?”
(They laugh ad Eddie stands up.)
Eddie: “I am gonna polish my nuts while you torture that poor Peruvian kid.”
M.D.K.: “Dude, Sentinel is from Indonesian!”
Eddie: “Look, do I look like somebody that works for the diplomatic society? He’s from a place where you can only drink bottled water. I stay away from guys like that.”
M.D.K.: “You are a bad man Eddie Simmons.”
Eddie: “And that is why you pay me!”
(M.D.K. laughs as Eddie leaves the ring and walks out of the gym. M.D.K. looks up at the camera and frowns.)
M.D.K.: “Have you ever watched Bambi? Can you ever imagine what it would be like to pop a bullet between that poor little guy’s eyes? It takes a man with an iron constitution and a twisted soul to carry out such an act. But as they say, if a job has to be done then it should be done properly. I am going into battle on Monday to do a job properly and beat you Sentinel.”
“You see, my naïve, eastern friend, you are merely a pawn for those in the upper tiers of management who want to spark interest and gain ratings. They want to actually see you get slaughtered come Brawl and they want to see me systematically dissect every single one of your limbs, each joint they would love to see popped and they would crave to see agony etched across your face.”
“That is why you won at Armageddon Sentinel; it wasn’t because you were the best and it wasn’t because you are worthy of a shot; it is because you try. You come out each an every week, create an abortion with the English language and then drop to the mat like a warm freshly laid shit.”
“Sentinel, this week you have begged and pleaded with me to show you a weakness. If after watching me for the past month you don’t see this fucking big scar on my collarbone then I really don’t see much hope for you pal. I have a pinned collarbone that has been through wars with half of Genesis and walked out victorious. There is no denial that I am and will continue to be their conqueror as I go onto bigger and better things.”
“I do have to ensure that it is done with style though and that means I take my title with me. You see, I had my run with the Internet Title and I had no use for it which is why I allowed Marc to take it but the Intercontinental is a totally different kettle of fish. It has a legacy and a tradition and the fact is, you can keep six time reigns and you can keep multiple week reigns because it is all own to how you carry yourself when you hold that title and what you can do for the title. I have done only good for it and that is something which every single fan that follows me can recognise. I am the poster on their wall now and I am the autograph that the children seek and I am the face that teenage girls picture every single night they go to bed and make doe eyes at the ceiling.”
“I don’t want to torment you though Sentinel. You are a kid with a lot of heart and I pity you man; I truly do. I mean you have to struggle with INFERIOR trainers, INFERIOR equipment and INFERIOR friends. You need help Sentinel and you can think of me as the first step in a series of twelve to better things. I will make you a superstar or break you as I try.”
“Ask Bubba exactly what I did to him; ask Dean what it is like to blindly pursue gold held by me which is out of your grip? How can you call me a rookie hen I have done more and soared higher than you have in half the time? I represent the Main Event and you still struggle to make it halfway up the card. You are a joke Sentinel and you are truly INFERIOR!”
(He stands up and shakes his head as he struggles to his feet and slips out of the ring.)