(FADEIN to ”Electric” Eddie Patton jumping rope in front of the mirror. He seems absolutely focused on the activity at hand and seems to be counting quietly to himself. After a few moments, he stops. He’s almost completely drenched in sweat and wears an Indiana Hoosiers t-shirt and shorts.)
PATTON: “You know… I ain’t gonna say I told ya so, cause ain’t nobody wants to hear that. And I ain’t gonna sit here and brag, cause my pop always told me that bravado’s for fools.
“But I think, for maybe the first time in my very, very brief career, I maybe earned a little bit of a rest. Maybe, just maybe, I earned a glass of champagne.
“Yet the truth is… I ain’t got time to rest. No time to sit back and enjoy a cocky, dangerous man get his comeuppance. Nosirree. Out of the fryin’ pan, into the fire, as they say.
“Now, I can’t pretend to really understand why Canyeta, Angel, and Maeda are so hoppin’ mad about. I s’pose I can understand their situation even if I don’t agree with how they been handlin’ it. But I understand.
“I ain’t gonna inject myself in that debate, though, boys, cause I leave the politics for the politicians. Me, I’m just a man, and I’m just tryin’ to make it like everybody else. I ain’t gonna deny you the chance to earn a livin’ no how.
“But come this very special edition of Friday Night Vulgar… we’re gonna find ourselves on the opposite sides of the fence, pun not intended. And I while I ain’t got no problem with where y’all come from, my momma didn’t raise someone who gives up, either.
“Every night, I get a chance to write my destiny out in that ring. And I don’t wanna let you, or anybody else, write it for me.
“Maybe I’m naïve, but boys… some of us are just thankful to be here in the Show. Maybe that ain’t enough for you. To go out there and perform for the thousands in attendance and at home.
“But for me, it’s the opportunity of a lifetime. A living dream. A chance to be what I’ve always wanted.
“And if that ain’t enough to charge you up, well… I don’t know what is.”
OORP: Yes, I'm stacking myself. Since I have a character on both teams, the rest of you guys can ignore the stack rules and just RP whenever you want. I can always keep the quantity even with either one of my characters.
(FADEIN: Standing in front of a black and white NLW backdrop is 'DANGEROUS' DUKE MACKEY wearing a black 'Scores' t-shirt. He inhales heavily through his nose, massaging his knuckles as he sneers and grits his teeth)
MACKEY: Ya know, ever since I got to NLW I've done my best to represent the company. Ya win some, ya lose some; I get it. But it's a shame that we got a couple of grimy, no good BASTARDS trying to sh[BLEEP] on everything those three letters stand for. NEXT-LEVEL-WRESTLING. A place where a guy like me can make a name for himself without selling his soul to a lousy corporate promoter. A proving ground where future stars can reach their full potential.
Canyeta? HAS-BEEN. Arcangel? NEVER WILL BE. The beating I gave that guy live on Pay-Per-View, it almost wasn't fair. I put your boy in the F[BLEEP]KING GROUND, Canyeta. Your ass has no business being 50 feet from the Manhattan Centre. But Maeda...(smiles)...brotha, you picked the WRONG BULL I can tell ya that right now. See, you're a guy who I could respect. You've got the Japanese fighting spirit, and you show it every time you step in the ring. Now? Ya made your bed with a couple'a dogs, and you're gonna get the stick all the same.
You f[BLEEP] with NLW, you f[BLEEP] with me. All it took was ONE CALL to my man Eddie Patton, and I didn't even finish my sentence before he jumped in with a YES. Guys like him, Eli, and myself, we're the heart and soul of this place. We work our ASSES OFF. And what have you done? Huh Canyeta? Angel? Maeda? What makes you so special that you get to walk in here pissing all over the locker room like a buncha wannabe big shots?
I'll tell ya who's a big shot around here. ME. Yeah, SIX-FOOT-SIX, I'm a BIG f[BLEEP]kin' shot. I tried kickin' you outta here the easy way, Canyeta. But now? I'm gonna break you so bad, the only wrestling you'll be doing is wheelchair wrestling.
Ya got one up on me in the streets. Ya got two up on me on Pay-Per-View. But how ya gonna getcha third when I've got two of the best in NLW watchin' MY back? Remember the name: DANGEROUS. Duke Mackey, ALWAYS dangerous.
::Marx, Jacobs, and MAEDA are sitting in the corner both of the coffee shop in Princeton, New Jersey which Marx and Jacobs regularly frequent, looking out at snow covered campus::
MAEDA: (sipping his Irish Coffee): F*cking Cliff Lee, who the hell would want to play for the Phillies by choice?
BRANDON JACOBS: (sipping his Hot Cocoa) He was 0-2 when it counted. It doesn't bother me though, I'd rather have Greinke.
JONATHAN MARX: I'm not a Yankees fan, but those Phillies fans claiming that that they have the best rotation ever are starting to annoy me. Maybe they want to try to win something before they make a claim like that?
MAEDA: Nobody in this day and age wants to prove themselves. They are all resting on their laurels. But I go out there and bust my ass like when I was hired to do a job like I was for Canyeta....
BRANDON JACOBS: Has Canyeta and Angel shown up for their interviews?
MAEDA: Those lazy bastards have yet to show up. It looks like I'm going to have to do the work of three men.
JONATHAN MARX: Moe, Larry, and Curly?
MAEDA: Those bastards were hardcore. They crap the **** out of each other and enjoyed it. They weren't pussies worried about concussions. They reviled in it. Hell, I admit it, I'm going to thoroughly enjoy beating the crap out of Patton, Mackey, and Scheinberg all by myself if they let me. .
BRANDON JACOBS: Where is Schienberg anyways?
JONATHAN MARX: Who knows, Hanukkah has been over for a week now.
MAEDA: Maybe he is playing with his dradle, or at least that is what he calls it. This Irish coffee is damn good by the way Marx, since when did they start serving it here?
BRANDON JACOBS: Jonathan is better answering that question.
JONATHAN MARX: Jacobs and I spend so much time here hanging out and shooting promos, I decided I might as well buy the place and sell legal addictive stimulants to kids. I even have some banned energy drinks under the counter for the college girls pulling all nighters.
MAEDA: Jonathan, you are a man after my own heart.
JONATHAN MARX: Maeda, in a world of these cookie cut vanilla midgets, we need more badasses out there who aren't worried about their star ratings or what the press says about them, we need guys who can fight and damn, you can you fight.
MAEDA: While this Irish coffee is good, I'm dying for the taste of blood again. It is better than any alcohol can ever be.
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