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| Mad Max | Jun 6 2008, 03:11 AM Post #1 |
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Bad Religion Baby!
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When the lights of the arena dim the once sold out arena now sits empty and quiet. Seated in the upper echelon of the arena where the air is thin and nose bleeds are common we see sVo superstar Mad Max sitting there zoned out of his mind. He sits there with his glazed over eyes looking towards the arena floor where hours earlier he scored his first singles victory under the sVo banner. Mad Max delivers the devastating double under hook power bomb driving Peter Gilmour over the top rope, out of the ring where he crashes into the awaiting shopping cart causing the cart to buckle and bend from the tremendous impact. Max sitting in the empty arena looks around as if the place were still sold out with fans booing and screaming insults towards the homeless monster. Max looks down to where the ring once was, watching himself push the cart with the body of Peter Gilmour crumpled in it’s basket. Max watches himself push the cart up the entrance ramp as a smile creeps upon his face. Max charges ahead and launches the cart off the stage leaving Peter Gilmour and cart free falling towards concrete! With a sickening thud Peter Gilmour is left crumpled in a heap of stainless steel while Max makes his way safely down to the floor. Max sitting in the empty arena begins to count screaming the numbers out causing them to echo in the deserted arena, “ONE! TWO! THREE!” he then puts his hands together over his mouth and begins to cheer like kids do when they pretend to be playing in the sold out Yankee Stadium after they just hit the game winning grand slam homer! Sure a win over Gilmour is no game winning grand slam, I mean who hasn’t beaten him? But a win is a win and now I’m one step closer to reaching my goal. I’m one rung higher to having gold strapped around my hungry waist. Max continues to sit there in his seat having swallowed that funky little pill just minutes earlier he’s sitting there waiting for the effects of this unknown pill to take effect when all of a sudden his vision begins to blur. The surrounding arena begins to fade and is replaced with a dense gray fog. At first Max begins to panic and worry not knowing if this was his path to the after life or if this was all apart of the toxins of the drug. When his surroundings finally begin to come into focus, the fog begins to dissipate revealing Mad Max to be standing in a circular room. Darkness and fog clouds the boundaries of the room leaving two leather backed chairs in the center of the circular room, a chair on either side of a chess set made of marble. “Have a seat…” a familiar voice offers Max who appears in the room standing a few feet away from one of the chairs. Max looks around the room wondering where the voice has come from but unfortunately he cannot find it’s source. “Please…” the familiar voice says once again. “Have a seat, let’s play a friendly game…” Max cautious but curious walks over and takes a seat behind the black chess pieces. As he looks around the room he still cannot find the source of the voice. All of a sudden a white pawn piece begins to slide forward two spots. Max looks at it with trepidation but all of a sudden a figure cloaked in dark maroon robes appears seated before him, behind the white chess pieces. Max blinks and rubs his eyes trying to remember if the figure seated before him was always there or if it just happened to appear… But as he ponders the source of the figure he reaches forward and slides a black pawn two spots forward mimicking the figure’s first move. “With Gilmour’s defeat…” the figure begins to say catching Max by surprise as the voice is so familiar to him but he’s unable to put a finger or a name to it. “… closer to your goal.” Max realizes he’s missed some of what the figure has said with his inner contemplations as the figure slides his knight up two spots and to the right one. “You’re goal is not beyond your grasp, but you must realize that it won’t be as easy as you believe.” Max smiles as he slides his knight piece up two spots and to the right one spot once again mimicking this unknown figure. “I never said beating Joseph Equinox would be easy…” The figure cuts Max off with a snicker that sounds almost identical to his very own! “Please… You may be able to fool some of those other guys but you can’t possibly fool me! You’ve aligned yourself with two of the most powerful people in sVo, why?” “Because they look good in suits.” Max offers sarcastically. “No,” the figure answers sharply as he jerks another pawn forward one spot. “You aligned yourself with a guy like Travis Williams because you think he’ll carry you to the top, you’re thinking of piggy backing your way to gold!” It’s now Max’s turn to chuckle as he responds, “Why not? Sounds like a solid plan to me…” “Not when he goes out of his way pissing everyone off!” the figure responds. “Williams is not your meal ticket, Moretti is not your meal ticket.” “What’s wrong with Moretti?” Max can’t help but ask. “He’s the master manipulator,” the figure explains as he moves his bishop diagonally. “The man doesn’t do a single thing unless it benefits himself first and foremost. Why do you think he was so quick to join you, Noir and Williams?” “Because we look good in suits?” Max offers once again sarcastically as he once again mimics his opponent on the chess board. “No,” the figure responds sharply once more. “Have you ever heard the term “Power in Numbers?” Moretti is already in the process of recruiting more people to his cause. His cause! Not your cause! Do you think Anthony Moretti cares about your desire of being Hardcore Champion? No! The only thing he cares about is you winning, because you winning lines his pockets, and spreads the word of his cause!” With the way clear between the king and the rook the robed figure goes ahead and moves his rook (castle to all you non-chess playing fools) over and switches his king to the other side of the rook, further protecting his most prized piece. “Don’t be so guilable…” Max goes ahead and mimics the figure’s move again as he says, “So what am I supposed to do? Leave Travis and Moretti behind and try to do this shit on my own?” The figure once again begins to laugh in response. “Don’t be silly! You need them more than they need you and you better be smart enough to keep that in mind.” “So what then?” Max interrupts with anger in his voice. “Bide your time.” The figure offers innocently. “Use them as they use you. They want to climb their own ladder so they will use you to skip a few rungs on their way, just remember to use them on your way up as well!” Max slightly nods his head agreeing with the concept that the figure presents. The two continue to sit, now in silence as each of them focus on the pieces at hand. The figure is the first to strike as he takes one of Max’s pawns but Max retailiates by taking the same pawn from the figure. One after the other pieces begin to get eliminated from the game. Before either of them know it, they are down to a king, a rook, and two pawns. “So tell me something…” Max begins. “You seem to know so much about me and my ladder, but who are you and how do you know so much?” The figure chuckles but doesn’t answer as he continues to move pieces on the board. Next thing you know the kings are the only two pieces remaining. The figure stops chuckling as he reaches forward and tips his king, laying it flat on the board. The weird thing is, as the white king falls so does the black one! Before Max can say anything the chess board disappears, the chair that the figure was seated in disappears leaving Max seated in the center of the ring and the figure standing in front of him a few feet away. Slowly the figure reaches up and begins to pull the cowl of his hood back with Max gasping in surprise! “No fucking way…” Max says under his breath. “I… Am…” the figure begins to say, “You…” Standing in front of Max is Max. His hair is shaved in a short Mohawk, his beard trimmed nice and neat, and once the robe is dropped off his shoulders ratty looking Max gasps in shock once more! For standing in front of him is himself with a pair of blue jeans, without holes or stains, a Jack Daniels t-shirt instead of his customary stain and hole filled wife beater. But the one thing that shocks Max the most is the golden Hardcore Title sitting comfortably around his waist! Before either Max can say anything the scene once again disappears replaced with another cloud of fog. Next thing Max knows he’s back sitting in the stands of an empty arena. He shakes his head rubbing his hands over his eyes and muttering under his breath, “Wow… What a trip!” |
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