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VIII. Master’s Apprentice August 30th, 2008 9:07 PM Manhasset, NY Maximus’s home The scene opens to Maximus standing in the middle of his bedroom. Packing away some clothes in a suitcase. Maximus throws in a couple of socks in, and then he looks up in the air with confusion, as if he has forgotten something. He then snaps his fingers and goes into his underwear draw and takes out a few boxers. He packs away his street clothes as well, and closes his bag. Jasmine then enters the room, and creeps up behind him. She hugs him from behind and lays her head on his back. Maximus then smiles and holds her arms. Jasmine smiles too, she then holds Maximus even tighter. Max’s smile slowly turns into a smirk. Maximus: I don’t know why you always do this. Jasmine: Do what? Maximus: Hug on me so I can miss my flight and stay home longer. Jasmine: So? I love you, and I don’t want you to leave. Maximus then takes a deep breath and begins to chuckle. Maximus: You know I have to go, so why even try to make me stay, when you know I can’t. Jasmine: Because I just want you to be here that’s all. Why do you always ask the same questions, when you already know the answers? Maximus: I thought that you would learn by now that I leave when I’m suppose to leave. Jasmine: Unfortunately I haven’t. Besides, you don’t leave when you’re “suppose” to all of the time. Maximus: What are you talking about? Jasmine: Last week, when you were suppose to leave Thursday night, and you ended up leaving the following night. Maximus: Oh....that was different. Jasmine: How so? Maximus: I was horny.... Jasmine holds Maximus tighter and begins to slowly move her hands down to his crotch area. Jasmine: What’s so different about tonight? Maximus: Um....I’m.....not.... Jasmine: You’re not what?.... Maximus then works his way out of Jasmine’s tight hug, and slowly walks over to the other side of their bed. Maximus: I’m not horny tonight. Jasmine: You’re not what? Maximus: I said I’m not horny tonight. Jasmine: Did I just hear you, Terry Mortale Jr, say that you’re not horny. Maximus: Yes, you heard correctly. Jasmine: Don’t be a faggot, come over here. Jasmine starts walking over to Maximus slowly. Maximus: Jasmine, stop it. My body is sore from yesterday and today. My dick needs to rest. Jasmine gets closer and closer to Maximus.. Jasmine: Rest? What is this “rest” that you’re talking about? We only did 5 times today. Maximus: And 7 times yesterday....please stop. Jasmine: Nope, you brought this upon yourself. You shouldn’t have went to jail Terry. Give me what I want. Jasmine is now face to face with Maximus. She then presses her soft body onto his, and begins to give him butterfly kisses. Maximus then slowly pushes her away. Jasmine suddenly pushes her way towards him, and get’s more aggressive, groping every part of Maximus’s body. Jasmine: I’m letting you push me away that easily. Jasmine begins kissing Maximus roughly. Maximus tries to fight it, but just can’t break out of it. Regardless of how strong he is compared to her, he just can’t resist. Maximus: Jasmine....please....stop....it....don’t.....make.....me....do....this.....stop......ah fuck it. Maximus then submits and begins kissing Jasmine back. They both roll over, Maximus lands on top of her, and they begin to kiss each other passionately. Then all of a sudden, loud crying shoots out in the back ground. Both Maximus and Jasmine stop. Maximus: Is that....? Jasmine: Estella....I’ll be back. Maximus get’s off of Jasmine, in order for her to go and get Estella. Maximus then sits on the side of his bed, and begins to buckle his pants. Maximus: (Whispers) Man, I can’t fucking get ready to go to work without this woman trying to rape me. Thank god for Estella, she came in at the right time. I have to get the fuck out of here before she comes back, Estella and Cory might end up getting a new sibling. Maximus then get’s up and put’s on his sneakers. Then all of a sudden, Max’s cell phone rings. He looks at the caller and picks it up. Maximus: Oh so you finally decide to call. ???: Yea might as well, figure I’d just drop a line and say hey. Maximus: Been busy I suppose? ???: Yes, very busy. Maximus: Come on Lee, don’t give me that bullshit, we both know that you’re not really doing anything with your life right now. Lee Stone: Eh...fuck you. Just because I’m wrestling, doesn’t mean I’m not busy. Maximus: Whatever. Hope you know getting VD on a daily basis doesn’t mean that you’re actually doing something productive. Lee Stone: Ha! Good one douchebag. I’ll knock you in your 2 inch penis next time I see you. Maximus starts laughing, and so does Lee. Maximus: Always the jokester. Lee Stone: I told you, I’m the best at everything. You know that. Maximus: Whatever dude, how are your legs coming along? Lee Stone: Doing just fine. I was just testing them out you know. Walking around this fucking city is a bitch. I don’t how you’ve managed to do it. Maximus: What city? Lee Stone: New York City you chode. Maximus: Oh I get it, you called me to say that you were in town, so that we can meet up and then I could bitch slap you. Lee Stone: Yea, I’ll bitch slap your tiny balls. Now hurry up and join me at Scores. Maximus: How the hell did you know about Scores anyway? Lee Stone: I heard you mention it a few times. I thought I might check the place out. Nothing better getting drunk and looking at fake tits. Maximus: Dude I have a flight to catch in two hours. I can’t meet you at a strip club. Lee Stone: Oh, don’t worry about that. I already spoke to the people at the airport. Your flight won’t be leaving until 1 AM. Now stop being a bitch and come on. Have a drink with me at least. Maximus: Alright, give me an hour. I’ve been trying to get out of here, but Jasmine was just trying to rape me. Lee Stone: Damn that sucks. I thought you’d be used to it, since all of those dudes in prison tried to get you. Maybe with your wife, it wouldn’t be so bad.... Maximus: Shut up! That’s not what I meant. She just keeps trying to fuck me that’s all. Lee Stone: Oh....so? What’s the problem with that? Maximus: She’s going to kill me, that’s the problem. Ever had a girl who just wanted to fuck constantly, and gave you no chance to breathe? Lee Stone: Yea....long time ago....great memories. Too bad she was a slut. Your wife, I’m not too sure about. From the pictures I’ve seen from her, she’s fucking hot. I’d bang- Maximus: You better not finish that sentence.... Lee Stone: Alright, alright. Just hurry up. Maximus: Yea, see you soon Aussie boy.... Lee Stone: You motherfuc- Maximus quickly hangs up the phone and starts laughing. Maximus then get’s up to his feet, and begins to change his clothes. Scores doesn’t allow it’s visitors to wear casual clothing. Maximus quickly puts on a black polo shirt, black slacks, and black loathers. Jasmine then walks back into the room holding Estella, who’s drinking her bottle. Jasmine then stands in doorway, blocking Maximus’s exit. Jasmine: Where do you think you’re going? Maximus: I told you, I have to catch a flight. Jasmine: No you don’t..... Maximus: Yes I do..... Jasmine: I said you don’t. We have some unfinished business. You’re not leaving me now. Maximus: But Estella is up now, so I guess we can pick this up on Tuesday. Jasmine: Tuesday, okay then. You don’t want to do it, you can at least tell me the truth. I’ve seen you walk into a fancy restaurant with a ripped Testament shirt, and muddy jeans. You think you can fool me by just saying that you’re going to the airport, being dressed like that? Maximus: Well....I’m not going right now....but I have to leave right now. Jasmine: Where are you going? Maximus: Just heading out, that’s all. Jasmine: Terry, where are you going? Maximus: I’m just going out, okay. Don’t worry about it. Jasmine: So you’re using this opportunity to leave, and then tell me not to worry about it? Maximus: Basically.... Jasmine: Okay then, get the fuck out. Maximus: Fine.... Maximus then turns around, and picks up his suitcase. He turns around again to exit the room, but Jasmine doesn’t move. Maximus then leans down to give Jasmine a kiss, but she turns her head away. Maximus: Stop being a bitch..... Jasmine: I’ll stop being a bitch when you stop being an asshole. Maximus starts laughing, and goes for a kiss again. He get’s it this time. Maximus: Thank you, I love you. Jasmine: I love you too. Maximus: By Stella, Daddy has to go bye-bye. Maximus then gives Estella a kiss on the cheek. He then kisses Jasmine again, then he walks out of the room. Jasmine walks behind him, down stairs, and right to the front door. Then Maximus get’s outside, and he get’s to his car. Jasmine stands at the front door and begins to laugh. Maximus: What’s so funny? Jasmine: You think I don’t know that you’re going to that strip club again. Maximus: What strip club? Again? What are you talking about? Jasmine laughs again. Jasmine: Just tell Lee I said hello. Maximus: Lee? Lee who? Jasmine: Bye Terry....asshole. Maximus starts laughing himself and then get’s in the car. He turns on the ignition, and drives off into the night. Heading towards Manhattan. ~ ~ August 30th 2008 10:31 PM New York, NY Scores (Gentleman’s Club) The scene opens up again. This time in a city of bright lights, and ridiculous traffic. The gentleman’s club known as Scores, stands there in the middle of the busy Manhattan streets. There are quite a few people outside, waiting, and most definitely wanting to get in. Then all of a sudden, an all black BMW 650i pulls up in front of the club. Maximus then get’s out of the car, and looks at the people looking at him. Most of them are men, rich men at that. They then gaze at Maximus for a split second, and then they go back to their own individual conversations, while some pay attention to getting inside of the club. Not like there’s a huge line, some guys really didn’t come in the right attire. So Maximus suddenly walks over to the bouncer, and shows him his ID. The bouncer let’s Maximus pass, which leads to Maximus entering the club. Maximus walks inside of the club, and then suddenly notices how crowded the place is. Maximus looks around to see if he could spot Lee. There were nothing but drunk white men around, who were very loud, so spotting Lee might be a little tough. Then a cocktail waitress walks over to Maximus. Waitress: Good evening sir, is there anything I can help you with this evening? Maximus: Yea, I’m looking for a black dude with a funny accent. The waitress suddenly jumps up with joy, as she knows who Maximus is talking about. Waitress: Oh you must be talking about Lee! He is so funny, I’m actually the one who’s serving him drinks. Maximus: I hope that’s the only thing you served him. The waitress didn’t fully hear him. Waitress: What was that? Maximus: Nothing....can you show me where Lee is sitting? Waitress: Sure, he’s sitting right over....there. The Waitress then points to a man who’s sitting down in an arm chair, getting a lap dance from a topless stripper. Maximus then slowly walks over to him. As Maximus get’s closer, the stripper takes one last dollar bill from Lee, and then she walks away. Maximus: I hope you know that her VD can kill your entire nation. Infested American pussy is dangerous. Lee Stone then turns around, begins to laugh when he sees Maximus. Lee Stone: At least I can say that about some of the American pussies I’ve seen. Lee Stone then get’s up and they both shake hands. Both laughing and smiling with each other. Lee Stone then sits down, and Maximus grabs a seat right next to him. Lee Stone: So how’s everything mate? Maximus: I’m alright, you? Lee Stone: I’m doing great. Just sitting back and relaxing, and living my life. Just being me, that’s all. Maximus: That’s great to hear. Glad you fucking told me that you were in the city at the last minute. I’m suppose to be going on a plane soon asshole. Lee Stone: Don’t worry about that, it’s not like you’re going to be late for work. Besides, you need to relax, I know you have a lot on your mind going into this week. Maximus: what makes you say that? Lee Stone: Well one, you have your Canadian Championship match next Sunday against Chad. Then you have your tag team match against Them Liles Boyz on Monday. Well....the first part should be more of a worry to you. Heavy D and Reggie, I wouldn’t get worked up too much. Maximus: If you say so. Lee Stone: No, I know so. Maximus: Right...so what, you just wanted me to come out here and have a few drinks with you? Lee Stone: Well, you drink every other day regardless, but I just wanted to see you up close again. Now that you’re free and all. Maximus: Aw, isn’t that sweet. Lee Stone: Shut up, I’m just glad to see you out. I just want to take a good look at you before you become the Canadian Champion. Maximus: Thanks, I’m finally getting to see you walk again. Thought you were going to be in that wheelchair forever. Lee Stone: Oh know, I wouldn’t dare stay in that thing. Regardless of how strong you are as a person, and no matter how strong you were when you were still able to stand on your feet. There’s still going to be one thing that just wouldn’t be able to overcome. Maximus: Getting an erection? Lee Stone: No, going up a flight of stairs. Erection? Thinking about my Johnson, queer? Maximus: You probably wanted me to, so who’s the queer now? Lee Stone: Shut up. With all of this ass running around, how could I be gay? Maximus: Denial, maybe. I don’t know. Lee Stone begins laughing. Lee Stone: Oh boy, it’s really great to see you again. I know I’m not in the XWf anymore, but I just want to let you know that I’m behind you all of the way. It sucks that Rizza had to go, and C2 retiring from competition. You’re the only one who I can watch carry on all of the things that the Vigilantes stood for. Regardless if you and C2 decide to bring the Vigilantes together. Maximus: Well, me and C2 are keeping our alliance the way it was when we were the Vigilantes. Now there’s no point in bringing the Vigilantes. Everyone knows what I’m about, and everyone knows where I can go. Lee Stone: I knew it the moment you stepped onto Impact a few months ago. Now you just have to keep proving yourself. Maximus: That I know, especially with the minor setback that had just occurred last month. I know what happened is in the past, but I can’t help but still feel that I let everyone down. Lee Stone: Everyone? Maximus: Well, those who mattered. You and the guys, and my family. I just have to get even more focused than I was before. Make sure that my head is clear, you know? Lee Stone: Yes I do. I’m glad you finally came to that realization. We already spoke about this when I came to visit you, but you were wearing that ugly orange suit. Black really is your color. Either way, I see that you will finally win the Canadian Championship. You came up short the last two times, so you’ll know what to do, and know what not to do. You’re already two steps ahead of Chad, which will really and truly secure your victory. Maximus: I don’t really see it that way. I just look at it this way, I’m simply better than Chad. For some reason, I don’t think he really likes me very much. Maybe I remind him of guys like Steve Jason, and Jem Williams, who are actually better wrestlers than him, who got their breaks, where he hasn’t got his yet. Lee Stone: that’s the only reason. Chad has been around for a while. He’s been around as long as you have, but he’s actually stayed longer than you did. So right now, would think that he should be on my level, but let’s face it, no one is on my level. He should at least be World Champion by now. Maximus: As should I, if I stayed around longer during those previous runs. Lee Stone: True, but you didn’t. I think you’re seriously making up for what you didn’t accomplish back then. Maximus: That much is obvious. That’s what just let’s me know that I am going beat Chad. I am a better wrestler than he is, so how could I lose this match. Lee Stone: don’t get cocky, that’s my job. Still, regardless of how good you are, don’t get cocky. Chad could go all out in this match and pick up the upset. Maximus: I won’t let that happen. Lee Stone : The don’t. Do what you do best, keep your head clear, and keep focused. Your ground work and technical skills out matches his. You have this match in the bag Max. Just don’t lose focus due to cockiness. Being a three time loser is very embarrassing. Maximus: I hear you. Lee Stone: So go through Heavy D and Reggie fresh like I’m about to do that cocktail waitress. Don’t act like a big shot either, tagging with Big Shank will definitely be beneficial. Maximus: I’d figure that. He’s a very talented wrestler. I actually am looking forward to working with him. Lee Stone: You do that. Maximus: I will, and I have to go and do that right now. Lee Stone: But you didn’t drink with me yet. Maximus: Dude, my flight is in 2 hours, and getting to that Airport is a hassle. Lee Stone: Alright then Max, I’ll see you later. But I’ll most definitely be watching Mutiny. Maximus: Alright Lee, I’ll catch you later. Maximus then get’s up from his seat, shakes Lee’s hand, and then begins to walk out of the club. Maximus manages to get through a crowd of drunk men gawking at the strippers. He passes through those guys with ease, and then he makes his way out through the front door. Maximus then hops in his BMW 650i, and then speeds off into the night. IX. Massacre of the Innocents (Trash Talk) Tag team matches....hm. I’ve been in and out of the XWF for over 4 years now, and in all of the years that I was here before, I was never put in a tag team match. Just recently when, when C2 and I tagged against the Black Order, that was my first tag team match ever in the XWF. The match served it’s purpose for being the best match of the night, being that me and C2 put on great performances. Cyren and Raziel did well too, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make right now. What I’m basically about to get into is as to why I don’t necessarily like to be booked into tag team matches. Even though I was fine with teaming with C2, it was only for two reasons. One reason was that he was my stable mate, and the second reason was that we were going to be taking out the Black Order. Now that C2 is my “boss”, and the stable “war” no longer going on, I have no urge to be in a tag team match up with anyone at all. I don’t know why C2 booked this match, but I’m not going to fight it. So let me tell all of you why I don’t like being booked in tag team matches. One, is because I seriously do not like working with other people who I don’t know professionally. Surely someone who I could be working as my tag team partner for the night might have created a good name for himself. Me and that particular person might not necessarily agree on how to work things out. They might want to do high spots all the time and play as the hero. While I might want to just go in and get the match over with. The second reason why I don’t like tag team matches is that I don’t trust people. Both in my professional career, and personal life. It’s a problem if been dealing with ever since an acquaintance of mine ratted me out to the police, leading to my first arrest. So believing that my partner will go in the ring, doing what he has to do, and not screwing me over in the long run, is non-existent in my mind. I will say that I would never screw a partner over if he or she didn’t have it coming to them. Unfortunately that’s something I won’t be doing this week, as my partner seems like he is a genuine person when it comes business. Big Shank, I admire his style and his ambition. If I wasn’t so wrapped up in my own world, I would actually consider him being a real partner of mine, instead of it being for one night. So far, it looks like he’s wrapped up in his own world too, which is a good thing. He has a huge match coming up at Mutiny just like me. There is both gold at stake in our matches, and we both want to win them more than the next guy. I can respect that, thus not having a problem with him being my tag team partner. But still, I don’t really know him, therefor I can’t trust him. I’m sorry to say it, but that’s just how I feel. Maybe if we actually have a sit down and talk things over, then maybe he’ll be able to change my mind. Then again, I’m a stubborn bastard, so I don’t think it won’t even be possible then. We both have been making names for ourselves here in the XWF, taking out everyman that steps in our way of getting what we want. He kind of reminds of James Raven. When I look at Shank, and then see James. Which only shows that he’s determined to become the best in the XWF. That’s the one of the things that we have in common. Another thing that we have in common is that we both don’t like Chad nor Krazzy Kidd. Shank has his problems with Krazzy Kidd, as he does with Chad also. I just don’t like Krazzy, just for the simple fact that I think he’s an overrated, overused, mediocre, and incompetent wrestler. Chad, I just think that he’s a loser. He wants to call me out as a loser, but that’s fine. We’ll see who the loser is when I take the Canadian Championship. Either way, I’m getting back to Shank. So even though I don’t fully trust this guy, and I don’t really know him, from what I’ve seen in the ring from him, I know that he’s worthy of being my ally. I just don’t want to. Even though we are going into the ring as partners on Monday, that will all be over after the bell rings and we are crowned the victors of our match, yes I said victors. One thing that Shank probably doesn’t know about me is that I thrive on competition. Anyone who can give a great match will most likely be challenged. Shank was definitely one of those people who were. Since he and I are tagging, I guess I’ll just have to wait until we get booked to face each other. I’ll be looking forward to it, but right now I rather look forward winning this tag team match. And I heard Shank mention a strategy....hm.....a strategy. That sounds interesting, but before I get to that, let’s talk about my opponents for this match. Heavy D and Reggie Fresh. Honestly I will say that I have never ever paid attention to you boys in my entire time here in the XWF. The only thing that I can really go by is from what I’ve heard about you guys, and from what I’ve noticed from a week ago. I looked at you guys and notice how dirty you guys look. I know you guys are trying to be ghetto, but trust me, I’m from New York, those guys couldn’t be ghetto if they were thrown in Marcy Projects and were forced to shove crack up their ass cheeks so that the police won’t bust them. These idiots look more like dirty south white trash really. They really sound like it too. It always amazes me how people who have no talent whatsoever make it here in the XWF. I’m pretty sure these guys have done something special in there XWF careers, being as to how they being put over by the guys in the back. I know one man has made a huge name for himself here in the XWF, while the other, I just don’t what his purpose is. So onto Heavy D. Apparently you were once a World Champion....so what the fuck happened? How did you even managed to win it? Was Centurion not good enough to become champion then? Kore wasn’t around? Was Lee Stone taking a vacation? Or was it that you just got lucky? I obviously don’t know. So since you Heavy D was World Champion, I guess I should be taking him more seriously? Well, yes and no. Yes because the man can probably pull out a few tricks from his sleeve and help him and his partner gain the victory over me and Shank. No, because this piece of white trash is a fucking joke. Literally, this white boy ghetto gimmick is a fucking joke. There’s nothing worse than seeing two white boys act like they are from the hood. Even when you send them to a real one, they bitch up and wish they were back in their nice suburban homes. Now I’m not going to lie, my old neighborhood is a nice quiet suburban neighborhood. I had some nice neighbors from the old country, Italy, and I had then you had the greedy ones who thought everything should be kosher. Then there were the bad ones from the old country who joined the Mafia, and began killing other people in the neighborhood. Surely they wouldn’t do some ghetto drive-by bullshit, it was organized crime, and that was what I was around. Being ghetto definitely wasn’t something that I was around. I know how the ghetto mind frame works though. You’re loud, you’re ignorant, don’t want to learn anything, you don’t want any better for yourself, and when you don’t have it you go ahead blame another person, or you just steal it. That’s not in any reference to any race or any person, just that you guys are not that. Not saying that white people can’t be ghetto, I’m just saying that you guys aren’t. You trying to push it off to people that you are just makes you both look incredibly stupid. So both Heavy D and Reggie Fresh have both have credible names since everyone is looking over Grappling Gary and Scott Charlotte. I don’t think that they should be doing that. As it seems to me, they are all on the same level. As to why in the hell that Heavy D would think that just because they are more a tag team than Shank and I, that it gives them an advantage. You have to be fucking kidding me, partner or no partner, I can take both Heavy D and Reggie on my own. Reducing their credibility as wrestlers here as the seconds go by. Since I have a partner it just makes things easier. Doesn’t Heavy D know anything wrestling? Any wrestler who has a substantial amount of talent would know that, that particular wrestler can work with anyone in a tag team match, against any formidable tag team. It just so happens that both Shank and I are talented enough to figure out a way to work together to beating you both. Which brings me back to the “strategy”. Unfortunately, I can’t say that there is a strategy. I don’t think that there’s a need to come up with a strategy. There’s nothing strategic about in this match. All we can do, and will do, is simple out perform them. As I can simply out wrestle them on my own, all Shank has to do is do the same thing. So regardless if Shank feels that he owes me, then that’s fucking great. The only way that Shank could pay me back with is by not letting these douche-bags get over and gain the victory. If Shank has my back, then that’s fine. I appreciate his loyalty, and he will be commended after he works with me in this match. We both have a lot going for us, and we both want to keep on winning our matches. Whether we’ll be together in the ring or not, we both know what it takes to win. Hell, we already have what it takes to win. So just wait and see, as both Reggie Fresh and Heavy D we’ll be our first casualties of the week. They were just unfortunate victims in this Massacre of the Innocents. But after Massacre, Mutiny will be upon us. You all will finally sit back and see what I’ve always meant to be. When next Sunday arrives, you will all see that I have finally reached Eminence's Supremacy. |
