JABolich
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Technical wizards collide as Jonathan Marx battles Christian Sands in a non-title match. Both men are coming off losses on the last Aggression. Which man will take the initiative and get back on the right track?
Christian Sands vs. Jonathan Marx
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PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
A Knight Of Revenge
::Jonathan Marx is standing in the hallway of his mansion next to a suit of armor::
JONATHAN MARX: Some people say that chivalry is dead and for years I protested and said that deep down, men are still the gentlemen that they use to be. Sure, they may not be as well mannered or hold themselves in the same dignity that they once did, but down deep, really deep a gentlemen lies with everyone just waiting to shake off the coil of today’s society. You have made me think, that I, Jonathan Marx, could possibly be wrong and that is a feeling that leaves me in utter disgust.
:
ulls the sword from the hand of the knight and looks at it deviously::
You are a vile human being Christian Sands and I hope you burn in the fiery pits of hell for all eternity. HOW DARE YOU LAY A HAND ON THE LOVELY LINDSAY TROY? Have you no respect for women?
Even if you did come from the foul womb of Winchester goose, I had expected far better things from you but you continue to show me that my faith was misplaced. I am forced to do the one thing I had hoped against hope that I wouldn’t have to do. I have to help Beast. :
:shudders::
Now I know what you are saying, why is Marx going to go out of his way to help Beast by stretching Christian Sands within an inch of his life? Despite Beast being the depraved cretin that he is, he would have NEVER raised a hand to harm Lindsay Troy because he has respect for women. He conducts himself in a respectable manner outside of the ring despite wasting good money canning cameras that could be spent feeding hungry orphans. That makes him a far better man than you are.
::checks with his finger to see if the blade is sharp and nods his head::
Don’t think you are getting away with something because you aren’t defending the World Heavyweight Title against me rather than Beast. Let me let you in on a little secret, I’m happy it is not on the line because I don’t want to win the World Heavyweight Title from a low life like you. I want to win the title from someone who has an iota of respectability like Beast.
::Marx swings the sword and knocks the head off of the armor with one swipe::
Sands, I’m coming to make you an ex-champion.
FTB
::Jonathan Marx is standing in the hallway of his mansion next to a suit of armor::
JONATHAN MARX: Some people say that chivalry is dead and for years I protested and said that deep down, men are still the gentlemen that they use to be. Sure, they may not be as well mannered or hold themselves in the same dignity that they once did, but down deep, really deep a gentlemen lies with everyone just waiting to shake off the coil of today’s society. You have made me think, that I, Jonathan Marx, could possibly be wrong and that is a feeling that leaves me in utter disgust.
:
ulls the sword from the hand of the knight and looks at it deviously::You are a vile human being Christian Sands and I hope you burn in the fiery pits of hell for all eternity. HOW DARE YOU LAY A HAND ON THE LOVELY LINDSAY TROY? Have you no respect for women?
Even if you did come from the foul womb of Winchester goose, I had expected far better things from you but you continue to show me that my faith was misplaced. I am forced to do the one thing I had hoped against hope that I wouldn’t have to do. I have to help Beast. :
:shudders::
Now I know what you are saying, why is Marx going to go out of his way to help Beast by stretching Christian Sands within an inch of his life? Despite Beast being the depraved cretin that he is, he would have NEVER raised a hand to harm Lindsay Troy because he has respect for women. He conducts himself in a respectable manner outside of the ring despite wasting good money canning cameras that could be spent feeding hungry orphans. That makes him a far better man than you are.
::checks with his finger to see if the blade is sharp and nods his head::
Don’t think you are getting away with something because you aren’t defending the World Heavyweight Title against me rather than Beast. Let me let you in on a little secret, I’m happy it is not on the line because I don’t want to win the World Heavyweight Title from a low life like you. I want to win the title from someone who has an iota of respectability like Beast.
::Marx swings the sword and knocks the head off of the armor with one swipe::
Sands, I’m coming to make you an ex-champion.
FTB
JABolich
League Member
(FADEIN: White backdrop. That simple.)
Sands: What is this, the Dark Ages?
Jonny, I knew you were an idiot a long time ago. I knew that the first time we faced off, when I basically ran verbal, physical, and mental rings around you before taking you down with a clean pin without really trying. But come on... Chivalry, Jonny? What is this, Le Morte de Marxie?
Better be careful with that big letter opener, pal. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with sharp objects?
You want to know something?
You're right about me. I AM a vile human being. And the best part is that I DON'T REGRET BEING ONE AT ALL.
I dared lay a hand or two on Troy because I felt like it. More importantly, I dared because in EPW, I reign supreme. I do what I want, and I'm not going to let a little thing like morality stop me. But really now. If you want to know the truth, nothing I've done to Troy was intended personally. Well, not to her. I'm sure Beast was furious, though. Then again, that was sort of the idea.
But now here comes little Marxie, waving his sword around and running his mouth. "Blah blah blah, inch of your life, blah blah blah, show some respect, blah blah blah, I went to university so respect me." Of course, since this IS Marxie, nobody buys it. This is especially true when you consider he's talking about softening me up for Beast despite having lost to both Beast AND myself. I, on the other hand, have beaten Beast before, which puts me two levels above you, Marxie. At LEAST two levels.
Bring it, Marxie. Come make me an ex-champion in a non-title match. Come stretch me to within an inch of my life. Or rather, try, because when you face off against me I'll teach you a thing or two about how to stretch someone. It's been historically proven: I am the master of technique and submissions. I've wrestled the best in the world for sixty-six minutes nonstop and still walked out of the arena under my own power. And most importantly, I am the EPW World Heavyweight Champion, and therefore the BEST in this promotion by default. Go ask Beast how good I am, Marxie. He thought he could take me out, too, and I left him lying unconscious and defeated. What makes you so different, especially when you've been beaten by the man I beat?
This is your chance to prove yourself, Marxie. So come on. Grab your sword, saddle up your rocking-horse, and come on down to the joust. I'll even have the other eleven Knights of the Round Table cheering you from the wings.
I'll also have some there to pick you up when I knock you off your high horse and hurl you right back into obscurity.
Because the world has already seen that I'm better than you. This week is simply a reinforcement of that fact.
Ta-ta, Marxie.
(FADEOUT)
Sands: What is this, the Dark Ages?
Jonny, I knew you were an idiot a long time ago. I knew that the first time we faced off, when I basically ran verbal, physical, and mental rings around you before taking you down with a clean pin without really trying. But come on... Chivalry, Jonny? What is this, Le Morte de Marxie?
Better be careful with that big letter opener, pal. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with sharp objects?
You want to know something?
You're right about me. I AM a vile human being. And the best part is that I DON'T REGRET BEING ONE AT ALL.
I dared lay a hand or two on Troy because I felt like it. More importantly, I dared because in EPW, I reign supreme. I do what I want, and I'm not going to let a little thing like morality stop me. But really now. If you want to know the truth, nothing I've done to Troy was intended personally. Well, not to her. I'm sure Beast was furious, though. Then again, that was sort of the idea.
But now here comes little Marxie, waving his sword around and running his mouth. "Blah blah blah, inch of your life, blah blah blah, show some respect, blah blah blah, I went to university so respect me." Of course, since this IS Marxie, nobody buys it. This is especially true when you consider he's talking about softening me up for Beast despite having lost to both Beast AND myself. I, on the other hand, have beaten Beast before, which puts me two levels above you, Marxie. At LEAST two levels.
Bring it, Marxie. Come make me an ex-champion in a non-title match. Come stretch me to within an inch of my life. Or rather, try, because when you face off against me I'll teach you a thing or two about how to stretch someone. It's been historically proven: I am the master of technique and submissions. I've wrestled the best in the world for sixty-six minutes nonstop and still walked out of the arena under my own power. And most importantly, I am the EPW World Heavyweight Champion, and therefore the BEST in this promotion by default. Go ask Beast how good I am, Marxie. He thought he could take me out, too, and I left him lying unconscious and defeated. What makes you so different, especially when you've been beaten by the man I beat?
This is your chance to prove yourself, Marxie. So come on. Grab your sword, saddle up your rocking-horse, and come on down to the joust. I'll even have the other eleven Knights of the Round Table cheering you from the wings.
I'll also have some there to pick you up when I knock you off your high horse and hurl you right back into obscurity.
Because the world has already seen that I'm better than you. This week is simply a reinforcement of that fact.
Ta-ta, Marxie.
(FADEOUT)
PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
Knight Fall
::Marx is sitting his mansion in his Armani robe sitting by the fire sipping on his martini::
Back in the dark ages when Empire took great joy in screwing me over in order to make their inferior no name talent you were lucky enough to be one of the few who actually scored a victory over Jonathan Marx. There is no need to thank me, knowing that I was the highlight of your career is good enough.
Christian, you are a false prophet and you will be lead to slaughter at the hands of the Beast, well, at least what will be left of you.
You are right about one thing. I lost to Beast who many consider to be the Maelstrom of the A1E. There is no shame in losing to Beast who I consider to be a legend. Earlier on in my career I competed over in A1E and watched the carnage first hand, I respect Beast. Every so often brawn will over come brain. But Beast may not be so lucky next time we meet.
You talk of blasphemy when you put yourself in some class as Beast and I. What have you ever done in this business besides luck out and beat Beast back in the dark ages of Empire when a monkey was at the helm? Beast has the fought the best that wrestling has to offer and has turned them away time after time.
Sands, you are a foolish boy if you think you can match wits with Jonathan Marx inside the squared circle let a lone out of it. I’ve been trained by the best of the best and I’ve been in the ring with far better talent than you’ve ever seen.
This match will resemble a MMA match more than a wrestling match, because I’m not going to play with you and pin you with some rinky dink backslide just to get a victory. I’m going to make you cry out of for your Mommy and put you in the most pain you have ever felt.
Sands, you did the unthinkable when you forced yourself on Lindsay. How dare you betray the trust of such a beautiful and intelligent woman? That is something a low life piece of scum like Jacobs would do, who I’ve banished from the mansion for his actions.
Enjoy your time as champion, because it is about to run out.
FTB
::Marx is sitting his mansion in his Armani robe sitting by the fire sipping on his martini::
Back in the dark ages when Empire took great joy in screwing me over in order to make their inferior no name talent you were lucky enough to be one of the few who actually scored a victory over Jonathan Marx. There is no need to thank me, knowing that I was the highlight of your career is good enough.
Christian, you are a false prophet and you will be lead to slaughter at the hands of the Beast, well, at least what will be left of you.
You are right about one thing. I lost to Beast who many consider to be the Maelstrom of the A1E. There is no shame in losing to Beast who I consider to be a legend. Earlier on in my career I competed over in A1E and watched the carnage first hand, I respect Beast. Every so often brawn will over come brain. But Beast may not be so lucky next time we meet.
You talk of blasphemy when you put yourself in some class as Beast and I. What have you ever done in this business besides luck out and beat Beast back in the dark ages of Empire when a monkey was at the helm? Beast has the fought the best that wrestling has to offer and has turned them away time after time.
Sands, you are a foolish boy if you think you can match wits with Jonathan Marx inside the squared circle let a lone out of it. I’ve been trained by the best of the best and I’ve been in the ring with far better talent than you’ve ever seen.
This match will resemble a MMA match more than a wrestling match, because I’m not going to play with you and pin you with some rinky dink backslide just to get a victory. I’m going to make you cry out of for your Mommy and put you in the most pain you have ever felt.
Sands, you did the unthinkable when you forced yourself on Lindsay. How dare you betray the trust of such a beautiful and intelligent woman? That is something a low life piece of scum like Jacobs would do, who I’ve banished from the mansion for his actions.
Enjoy your time as champion, because it is about to run out.
FTB
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JABolich
League Member
(FADEIN: CHRISTIAN SANDS.)
Sands: Tell me you're not that stupid.
Please. I'm losing faith here.
I'm sitting here laughing as I listen to you talk about how this is going to be like an MMA match. Okay, Steel Viper, whatever you say. But I'll let you in on a little secret. That type of wrestling is my whole MO. You try that stuff on me and you're going to get choked out in about six seconds.
Oh, wait, my mistake. That's right.
I forgot I'm not in the same class as you or Beast.
Nevermind the fact that I've beaten both of you clean in the middle.
Nevermind the fact that in eight matches I've only lost to Troy Douglas, and that was thanks to Beast.
I've done nothing, huh?
You're right, Marxie. Because we all know that taking Jean Rabesque to a sixty-six minute draw is meaningless. I suppose decimating a former CSWA Champion in Evan Aho is also meaningless. And it's certainly an inescapable fact that wrestling on a main event level in two promotions isn't anything worth talking about. Let's also ignore the fact that I'm World Champion right here, right now, with wins over you and Beast under my belt to boot.
That's right. I'm nothing.
I don't intend to match wits with you, Marxie. I don't feel any need to lower myself to your level, especially given the fact that I'm on top of the world. I'm on top from an in-ring perspective, and I'm on top every night as Lindsay Troy begs me not to stop.
Speaking of which.
Are you deaf?
Did you not hear me when I explained WHY I did what I did to Lindsay? Alright, I'll explain again.
BECAUSE... I... FELT... LIKE IT.
That's something you need to learn, Marxie. Your little gentleman act doesn't mean anything to me. It doesn't MATTER. What matters in EPW is what I say and what I do. In this federation I am the Alpha and I am the Omega. The whims of evolutionary late-bloomers like you don't mean anything to me, Marxie. All that matters are MY goals, MY decisions, MY desires. This is my world. You just live in it.
Go ahead. Bring your pain. But somehow I don't think you're going to be able to back up your bluster. You couldn't last time you faced me. You couldn't against Beast. All you accomplished was to show the entire world how much you SUCK. What's so different this time, other than the fact that I'm even MORE dominant now than ever? Yes, I know that what I did to poor helpless Lindsay has just FILLED you with righteous indignation...
(He rolls his eyes...)
...but as they say, the spirit may be willing, but the flesh sucks.
I've already been enjoying my time as champion, Marxie - with the exception of an oafish blond thorn in my side. However, that thorn will be removed at Unleashed. For now, you'll serve just as well. What I do to you at Aggression, Marxie, will serve as a preview of Unleashed - a display of how I can pick a good man apart and leave him little more than a shell.
And Beast?
I know you'll be watching. Just remember.
At Aggression, it's Marxie.
At Unleashed... this will be you.
(FADEOUT)
Sands: Tell me you're not that stupid.
Please. I'm losing faith here.
I'm sitting here laughing as I listen to you talk about how this is going to be like an MMA match. Okay, Steel Viper, whatever you say. But I'll let you in on a little secret. That type of wrestling is my whole MO. You try that stuff on me and you're going to get choked out in about six seconds.
Oh, wait, my mistake. That's right.
I forgot I'm not in the same class as you or Beast.
Nevermind the fact that I've beaten both of you clean in the middle.
Nevermind the fact that in eight matches I've only lost to Troy Douglas, and that was thanks to Beast.
I've done nothing, huh?
You're right, Marxie. Because we all know that taking Jean Rabesque to a sixty-six minute draw is meaningless. I suppose decimating a former CSWA Champion in Evan Aho is also meaningless. And it's certainly an inescapable fact that wrestling on a main event level in two promotions isn't anything worth talking about. Let's also ignore the fact that I'm World Champion right here, right now, with wins over you and Beast under my belt to boot.
That's right. I'm nothing.
I don't intend to match wits with you, Marxie. I don't feel any need to lower myself to your level, especially given the fact that I'm on top of the world. I'm on top from an in-ring perspective, and I'm on top every night as Lindsay Troy begs me not to stop.
Speaking of which.
Are you deaf?
Did you not hear me when I explained WHY I did what I did to Lindsay? Alright, I'll explain again.
BECAUSE... I... FELT... LIKE IT.
That's something you need to learn, Marxie. Your little gentleman act doesn't mean anything to me. It doesn't MATTER. What matters in EPW is what I say and what I do. In this federation I am the Alpha and I am the Omega. The whims of evolutionary late-bloomers like you don't mean anything to me, Marxie. All that matters are MY goals, MY decisions, MY desires. This is my world. You just live in it.
Go ahead. Bring your pain. But somehow I don't think you're going to be able to back up your bluster. You couldn't last time you faced me. You couldn't against Beast. All you accomplished was to show the entire world how much you SUCK. What's so different this time, other than the fact that I'm even MORE dominant now than ever? Yes, I know that what I did to poor helpless Lindsay has just FILLED you with righteous indignation...
(He rolls his eyes...)
...but as they say, the spirit may be willing, but the flesh sucks.
I've already been enjoying my time as champion, Marxie - with the exception of an oafish blond thorn in my side. However, that thorn will be removed at Unleashed. For now, you'll serve just as well. What I do to you at Aggression, Marxie, will serve as a preview of Unleashed - a display of how I can pick a good man apart and leave him little more than a shell.
And Beast?
I know you'll be watching. Just remember.
At Aggression, it's Marxie.
At Unleashed... this will be you.
(FADEOUT)