Post by ragemaxx on Feb 5, 2016 18:49:36 GMT -5
Part 1-Somethings never change
(A dark alley is visable. It's been a rainy evening as everything is wet but the rain seems to have stopped. Foot steps can be heard in the distance and it's cleary someone jogging. As sound grows louder the source of the sound comes into view. Rage Maxx jogs down the alley at a brisk pace but not a full blown run. He is clad in black jogging pants and black hoody with the hood pulled over his head. A man steps out a few feet in front of the warrior clad in disheveled clothing .The thug appears to be high and incoherent. He draws a crusty looking knife which appears to be an old kitchen knife from his coat.)
Thug: Give me everything ya got. Cards, Cash, keys...I want it all......Now!
(Rage grins a sly smile. He pulls back his hood. The would be thug takes notice of who he has chosen to rip off tonight.)
Maxx: I think your gonna need a bigger knife.
(The want to be thug is standing in shock and mutters indicernably before finally managing to yell "Sorry!" and quickly drops his knife and runs away into the night leaving Rage standing in the dark alley, his shadow appears eerily onto the wall. Rage grins again and looks down at the old knife. The rain has begun again and has gone from a light drizzle to a steady light rain. Rage kicks the knife to the alley's side and pulls the hood back up and begins his jog once again. )
Maxx: Ole' Memphis....Somethings never change.
Part 2-Nightrider
(The rain is now coming down in torrents. A massive storm has formed over Memphis. A Buick Enclave sits on a lonely street. The car beeps and the lights flash. A soaking wet Rage Maxx emerges and jumps in the vehicle. Once inside of the vehicle Rage pulls down his hood and leans his head back against the rest, his hair a soaked blonde mop. Water rolls down the leather head rest. He smiles once again. Pulling a towel from the back seat, he wipes his face and hair then proceeds to pull of the soaked hoody and the shirt underneath it. He dries his chest and torso the best he can and throws the wet towel, shirt and hoody in the passenger seat. He puts the keys in the ignition and starts the car and pulls out onto the desolate road.)
Maxx: Call Allena.
Car Computer: Did you say "Call Allena"?
Maxx: Yes.
Car Computer: Calling Allena....Ring........Ring.........Ring........
Allena: Hello.
Maxx: Hey babe. Just got finished up. I was going to see if you wanted me to stop and grab some dinner.
Allena: That's a no Mr. Maxx. I have your favorite in the oven. It has about a half hour. I'll go ahead and set the table?
Maxx: Sounds good babe. I'll be home just in time.
Allena: K babe. Sounds great. I love you and I'll see you soon.
Maxx: Love you too babe. See you shortly.
Car Computer: Call ended, would you like to make another call?
Maxx: No, that will be it.
(The call ends. Rage takes a breath and runs his hand through his wet blonde mane. He is a little flustered judging from his actions. Something seems to be on his mind as he makes his way down the road. Things now are starting to look less desolate as lights and the occasional store begin to appear more frequently.)
Maxx: Play Summer Breeze by Type O Negative.
Car computer: Did you say play Summer Breeze by Type O Negative?
Maxx: Yeah car. Yeah I did.
(The Type O Negative cover of the Seals and Crofts original begins playing. This appears to ease some of Rage's discomfort.)
Part 3-Kingdom of Memphis
(The Buick pulls into a parking space on the side of the road. Rage has clearly made it back to civilization. He turns the car off and breaths slowly. There is a large building right outside his window with lights on but the weather makes it difficult to make out. He rolls the window down and begins staring at what is now plainly visible. It's the Memphis Fed Ex Forum. He takes in the huge arena and stares intently. His mind is racing with several thoughts that all culminate in this moment. His return to the WCF ring but in Memphis none the less. The irony is obvious to the native Memphian. He knows his hometown will be at the Fed-Ex Forum expecting more from him than they ever had. One way or another Rage Maxx, a man who has wrestled legends in the VFW's and High School gyms of the South, he knows.....this is the biggest match of his career to this point. Everything he has worked for has led to this moment. A return after injury to compete for the biggest wrestling company in the world in his hometown. None of these things go without notice in his mind and it's visible in his eyes, his brow...he is nervous. After a few minutes of this he rolls the window up, restarts the car and gets back on the road. His home is only a few blocks from the arena but the ride seems endless. The running helps. Usually this warrior hates to focus on anything but the match but the weight of this culmination of things, places and events is something that he doesn't mind not thinking about once in a while. The running....yeah, the running helps. After what feels like a procession of eons which has actually been only been about 10 minutes he finds himself sitting at the gate of his apartment complex composed of various high rise buildings. The guard pushes the button allowing the gates to open. Rage eases the Buick SUV into a parking space outside the building that houses his apartment. He kills the engine. The rain has let up an is now only slightly coming down. As he goes to exit the vehicle he hesitates. He realizes he almost left his phone in the glove box. The large athlete reaches over and unlocks the small compartment and then pulls out the iPhone. He sits idly for a moment as if collecting his thoughts then grabs the towel he used to dry off and puts it over his shoulders to cover up his bare shoulders and back. Rage Maxx may be a machine of war but he is a modest one. He hops out of the vehicle and makes his way in doors.)
Part 4- Beauty and the Beast
(A still wet and bare chested Rage enters the house still clad in his soaked jogging pants with a wet towel around his shoulders to the aroma of freshly cooked vegetables and baked chicken. The smell of his favorite foods give him a sense of pleasure that is more than welcome. The table is set with 2 candles burning in the center. Playing lightly in the background is a Tool album, one of his favorites. He makes his way in to the interior of the house putting the wet towel inside a dark room, presumably the bathroom of this modest Memphis apartment and then calls for the lady of the house.)
Maxx: Allena?
Allena: Yes babe, I'm in the kitchen.
Maxx: Do I have time to shower and put on some dry clothes.
Allena: Yeah baby, we'll be ready to eat when you get out.
(A short time passes and during this Allena prepares a plate for her and the Mofo. She is humming along to the music still playing softly in the background. Rage finally emerges from a hallway freshly showered and in a pair of basketball shorts and a faded Memphis Grizzlies t-shirt. Allena is already sitting at the table and he joins. After kissing her lightly on the cheek he takes his seat opposite of her at the table.)
Maxx: Babe this looks amazing!
Allena: Only the best for my champ.
(Maxx eats quietly. Allena notices the change in his face. The baddest mofo in Mempho is off kilter tonight and she senses it.)
Allena: What's up? Are you okay?
Maxx: Yeah babe, I'm fine. I'm just focusing on the match coming up.
Allena: Your going to be great. There is nothing to worry about. Everything is in your corner for this one. Your at home. Your fans will be behind you. The stars are in your favor here. What could go wrong?
Maxx: I know. It's just some anxiety babe. It's normal. But if........eh, never mind.
Allena: But if what?
Maxx: .............If.......If you would just consider coming.
Allena: Don't they have a comp ticket for me?
Maxx: You know that's not what I mean.
Allena: Look, we've talked about this. I was going to do it and then you got hurt. That's as bad of a sign as they come. It's your time now. You don't need me at ringside. Is knowing that I'm there for you not enough.
Maxx: I'm never as good as I could be when you are in my corner. This match, this is the biggest one yet. I feel it in my soul. This is where I make it or break it. I've got what, maybe if I'm lucky another 10 years tops in this business and tomorrow night can make or break that but I know that I can only go in full force if I know that your in my corner.
Allena: I wasn't in your corner at One and you did great! I mean besides the concussion.
Maxx: That's different. This is our hometown. It's already set up with the office. They said the deal is still on the table. This gig doesn't involve leaving town, getting on any planes or missing school.
(Allena breaths in deeply and sets down her fork. She looks down and rubs her temples. This is a decision that plagues her and it's obvious. So many reasons to go for it but just as many not to. Pros and cons til' the cows come home. Her silence is deafening as Rage stares intently. His fork scrapes the plate aimlessly as his gaze stays fixed on her.)
Allena: What the hell. I'll do it this time. Let's play this as it goes. I don't want to talk about anything in the future. Let's just get through Sunday. Damn it your persuasive.
(With her answer the silence explodes in the form of joy and relief in Rage Maxx's expression. The silent and perplexed man from before has disappeared and the Mempho Mofo clearly has the light in his eyes again. That one little thing....it's always that one little thing that can lead a blind man to water. Allena was his water and without her in his corner he may never have found it.)
Maxx: Your serious? Your gonna do it! That's all I needed to hear.
Allena: I don't understand how 120 pound female in the corner can help a 6 foot monster but I'll do it for you.
(Rage smiles at her. This is what he was looking for. The answer to the question even if he wasn't sure what the question was. She would be there for him and that was all the reassurance the mofo needed. The two finished their dinner in a totally different atmosphere than it was when it began. With one simple yes, seas were parted, mountains leveled, the furthest star was reached. There was no more doubt or concern. )
Part 5-Return of the Mofo
(Standing in the Fed Ex forum, the WCF production crew can be seen and heard in the background assembling the ring and various components of the Slam production. Rage stands clad in Black jeans and a black hoodie featuring the logo of his local gym in Memphis. The fierce look that fans are accustomed to seeing in his eyes is very much visible. Standing at his side, the lovely Allena clad in very short jean shorts and a black halter top that reads Maxx Mofo. She looks at Rage with adoration and approval. The pairing of the two seems so natural that it's hard to imagine Rage without this gem by his side.)
Maxx: The baddest Mofo on the show. Coming at your directly from Mempho. In just 2 days time, the living machine of war will return to the WCF ring and will reignite the campaign of destruction without attrition and what a better way to do so than right here at home in Memphis, Tennessee.
The Gods of wrestling have looked down and smiled and the truth is, it doesn't matter who stands across the ring from me tomorrow night for anyone would be the victim of a vehement force unlike any other that they have ever encountered in or out of a wrestling ring. However, there is one that the WCF officials have seen fit to make my first victi.....I mean opponent in my first match back after sustaining a major concussion at One. That man is Shadowlove, the Handsome Half Breed.
There are things in the shadows that have scared men since the dawn of time. Bumps in the night, those terrifying things unseen. Shadowlove, understand this. You have been put in a situation that ends only one way. Shoulders down on the mat and my hand raised in victory. But don't take it to hard. It wouldn't matter who was on the opposing end of the ring tomorrow night here in Memphis. The result would be the same.
I have no doubt your hungry, that victory is what you seek. However, I assure you.....I am the hungriest of all beasts and tomorrow will be a coronation feast that marks the return of the weapon of war. The main course, decimation with devastation on the side. You see Halfbreed, I am the bump in the night, that danger in the dark and my appetite cannot be satiated.
Forces neither mortal or cosmic can stand in the path of the reckoning that begins tomorrow night.
You have been given a chance to compete with the greatest athletes in the world. That is fortunate. However, it's very unfortunate that you were seen fit to be put in the ring with me on my first match back and of all places, the wrestling capital of the world and my hometown. Memphis, Tennessee.
There will be no mercy. Only an inevitable gale force blast which will leave you my Halfbreed friend, begging for shelter. There is no shelter big enough or strong enough from the storm that is my vengeance. The ice in bones, the venom in my veins lead us to only one out come. So my friend, just something to think about. Are you ready for the Rage? How far are you willing to go?
What.....are you willing....to do to beat me? These are things to think about. These should be ever present in that mind of your's Shadowlove.
The threat of annihilation has returned with a policy of assured destruction. There are no friends, no enemies...only combatants standing before me. The count down has begun. The strike has been calculated. The target has been painted and oblivion on it's way. Shadowlove, take heed my friend and prepare yourself. You've been warned.
(The scene ends with Rage staring intently and coldly at the camera. The production work continues in the background. The persona of the man seems to have been somewhat changed in his month away from WCF. The jovial and charismatic Rage Maxx seems now obcessed with inflicting maximum carnage....Is this a ruse? Is he compensating for embarasment after his concussion or merely more focused on the future. Time will tell.....and only time.)
