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Walker vs. Brown vs. Marx
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PaulNJ21
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The Mean Streets of Princeton
::Brandon Jacobs and Jonathan Marx are walking down the street in downtown Princeton and Marx is trying to out walk Brandon in order to get away from him.::
BRANDON JACOBS: Come on Jonathan.
JONATHAN MARX: NO, NO MORE THREE WAYS. I’ve already been hoodwinked over by enough by these biased British referees. I am not facing that Big Daddy loving Karl Brown ever again.
BRANDON JACOBS: Think about the money.
JONATHAN MARX: I have money coming out of my bum. I don’t need anymore of Empire’s money.
BRANDON JACOBS: Think about the fame.
JONATHAN MARX: I’m the FWI Rookie of the Year, the NFW North point leader, and I’m in the finals for NEW World Heavyweight Title. I don’t need any more fame, thank you.
BRANDON JACOBS: Think about the Empire Intercontinental Title.
::Marx stops but doesn’t turn around::
JONATHAN MARX: Is this going to be another one of those three ways where I’m going to be humiliated yet again by being the only loser out of three guys for a THIRD time in the last four months?
BRANDON JACOBS: No, no… only one man can win this match. Your utter and complete failure in Empire has been the only blemish in your career. This is your chance erase all that and set everything right.
::Marx sighs and turns around::
JONATHAN MARX: I’ll give it a shot, but I’ve been cursed in Empire three ways. Karl Brown is a hell of a technical wrestler, but I’ve beaten Evan Aho and Rabesque.
BRANDON JACOBS: Maybe it is the European style that is throwing you for a loop.
JONATHAN MARX: I’ve trained in the European style, but I haven’t faced a European wrestler in a long, long time.
BRANDON JACOBS: This Tyrone Walker is going to be tough too. He rather unorthodox in his style so in order to win this match, you are going to have to beat two wrestlers on the complete opposite side of the spectrum… how are you going to train for that?
::Jonathan Marx ponders the question and the smile widens on his face::
JONATHAN MARX: There is only one place where we can train for this match. PACK YOUR BAGS BRANDON, WE ARE GOING TO THE UNITED KINGDOM!
FTB
::Brandon Jacobs and Jonathan Marx are walking down the street in downtown Princeton and Marx is trying to out walk Brandon in order to get away from him.::
BRANDON JACOBS: Come on Jonathan.
JONATHAN MARX: NO, NO MORE THREE WAYS. I’ve already been hoodwinked over by enough by these biased British referees. I am not facing that Big Daddy loving Karl Brown ever again.
BRANDON JACOBS: Think about the money.
JONATHAN MARX: I have money coming out of my bum. I don’t need anymore of Empire’s money.
BRANDON JACOBS: Think about the fame.
JONATHAN MARX: I’m the FWI Rookie of the Year, the NFW North point leader, and I’m in the finals for NEW World Heavyweight Title. I don’t need any more fame, thank you.
BRANDON JACOBS: Think about the Empire Intercontinental Title.
::Marx stops but doesn’t turn around::
JONATHAN MARX: Is this going to be another one of those three ways where I’m going to be humiliated yet again by being the only loser out of three guys for a THIRD time in the last four months?
BRANDON JACOBS: No, no… only one man can win this match. Your utter and complete failure in Empire has been the only blemish in your career. This is your chance erase all that and set everything right.
::Marx sighs and turns around::
JONATHAN MARX: I’ll give it a shot, but I’ve been cursed in Empire three ways. Karl Brown is a hell of a technical wrestler, but I’ve beaten Evan Aho and Rabesque.
BRANDON JACOBS: Maybe it is the European style that is throwing you for a loop.
JONATHAN MARX: I’ve trained in the European style, but I haven’t faced a European wrestler in a long, long time.
BRANDON JACOBS: This Tyrone Walker is going to be tough too. He rather unorthodox in his style so in order to win this match, you are going to have to beat two wrestlers on the complete opposite side of the spectrum… how are you going to train for that?
::Jonathan Marx ponders the question and the smile widens on his face::
JONATHAN MARX: There is only one place where we can train for this match. PACK YOUR BAGS BRANDON, WE ARE GOING TO THE UNITED KINGDOM!
FTB
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The future talks to the future
[FADE IN. A small gym, with a wrestling ring set up in the centre. A group of wrestling trainees are being taught the ropes by some now retired stars of yesteryear. Outside the ring, sitting down, some more students watch on. Suddenly, one of the trainers blows a whistle, and all the students take a seat on the outside]
Trainer#1: OK. I promised a guest speaker today, and we’ve got a great one, almost fresh out of training himself, and already facing some of the best this business has. Let’s give a warm welcome to Karl “The Dragon” Brown.
[Karl, wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans, walks out from a door on the side as the trainees give him a polite reception. He stands in front of them, shaking hands with the first trainer, before leaning back against the ring apron]
Karl: OK. I was told you guys wanted to hear from someone who’s been in the business and gotten some success. Unfortunately, you’ve got me instead. [Some polite laughter at the lame joke] Seriously, though, I heard you guys wanted some insight into what it’s like going into the business. For those who don’t know me, I was in MCW before it closed, and currently compete in Empire Pro and the NWL. I’ve had a couple of near-title experiences, losing to Adam Benjamin twice, once for the MCW world title and once for Empire’s IC strap, and am going up against four other guys in the WLS in the NWL to decide their world’s champion. That’s some basic about me, like I said. The way I intend to do this today, though, is for you guys to ask questions, and I’ll try and answer them, k?
[The trainees almost immediately raise their hands. Karl points to one on the second row, a man in his mid twenties wearing an orange and black T-shirt, his black hair tied in a pony tail]
Trainee#1: Yeah, I was wonderin’, what’s it like working for two groups?
Karl: It can be quite tough sometimes, especially if they both have cards close to each other time wise but at other ends of the country. Both the companies tend to do shows at similar times, so it can be a rush to get from one to the other. Thankfully, NWL has cards mainly in New York, so I know roughly where I’ll be from week to week. But at the same time, it’s a lot of fun. I work with a lot of different people, from the likes of Adam Benjamin, Jonathan Marx and Tyrone Walker in Empire to Dakota Smith, The Watcher and Maelstrom in the NWL. Lots of different styles, and a lot of good competition, it means I have to be at the top of my game a lot. But it’s fun.
[Karl nods to another trainee, a young woman, her hair braided, each braid a different colour]
Trainee#2: Hi. When you travel, do you travel with people, or on your own, and how do you keep your mind occupied?
Karl: Well, I know a lot of the guys travel together sometimes if they have a busy schedule, but I tend to keep to myself on the road. I always drive, unless it’s a mad rush to get somewhere, when I’ll fly. If I’m flying, not a lot I can do, since it’s economy class, but when I drive, I have a rather large selection of CDs, dating back to when I did student radio back in England, so there’s a lot of fairly obscure British acts in there, as well as the more known bands like Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Blue Oyster Cult, and the like. I listen to a fair bit when I’m driving to keep myself awake. Some of those drives can be pretty bad.
[Karl points again, this time to one of the younger trainees; a kid aged about 16, wearing a homemade “Emperor Marx” T-Shirt]
Trainee#3: Yeah, I was wondering what your thoughts were going into your match against Marx and Walker at this weeks Aggression? I mean, you’ve been pretty quiet, almost as if you don’t care about this match.
Karl: This is a match like any other to me. The same as my match with Maelstrom upcoming, the same as my matches against Benjamin, Sands, Dakota Smith, Magellan, and others I’ve met in the ring. Yeah, I’ve been quiet, not promoting as much as I normally would, but there’s not been much to say. I’ll be honest and say my mind was on my career in NWL earlier this week, especially going up against a man regarded as the best in the industry. But, no I haven’t been overlooking Marx or Walker.
My thoughts? Well, Walker’s a very diverse character, coming off some good wins. He’s got some good offence, and he likes to take risks. And a man who takes too many risks will crash sooner or later. Maybe this match? Who knows. He’s going to be tough enough. And then you’ve got Marx, a man I’ve faced before, a great talent. He showed me why he was the Rookie of the Year according to FWI last year. I may not like his friend Brandon’s take on satire, but I can’t and won’t take anything away from Jonathan. He’s a highly skilled technician in the ring, and I know that for every hold I’ve got, he knows how to counter it. But the thing is, I know how to counter his holds too. I may be British, but I’ve trained in Canada and Japan, under some great tutors, and mixed the styles together. Marx I hear is going over to the UK to get some pointers? [The trainee who asked the question nods] Well, he can do that. It’s a smart move on his part. Me, I’m going to do what I always do, and train like it’s the match of my career. Both these guys are tough, and both are over one hundred times better than I am. That’s how I train. I always expect to lose.
Trainee#3: So, what you’re saying is you don’t get your hopes up?
Karl: No. I’m realistic, and work on the basis that losing is inevitable. Look at Marx; he lost in the triple threat against myself and Christian, and lost in the four-way. Look at Maelstrom; he lost to The Watcher a couple of weeks back. No-one is unbeatable, and I know that. If you think you’re the best and are guaranteed to win, then you’ll hit the floor hard when you lose. Losing hurts at the best of times, which is why I expect it. It hurts a helluva lot less, especially if I know I’ve done my best in the ring. And if I win, then it’s that much more of a buzz, that much more of a drive. It’s like here; you get shown the ropes, shown the moves, and it hurts when you mess up, right? But when you get it right for the first time, it’s a great feeling. Think of that little moment coming amplified with every win, and you’ll get where I’m coming from.
[Before any more questions can be asked, one of the trainers steps back in]
Trainer#2: OK. Karl’s said he’s willing to do some training with us, and it’s getting on in the day, so let’s get back to work, shall we? Paul, you’re up first.
[Karl and Paul, the youth wearing the “Emperor Marx” T-shirt, climb into the ring and shake hands, before beginning a slow-paced training match. FADE OUT]
[FADE IN. A small gym, with a wrestling ring set up in the centre. A group of wrestling trainees are being taught the ropes by some now retired stars of yesteryear. Outside the ring, sitting down, some more students watch on. Suddenly, one of the trainers blows a whistle, and all the students take a seat on the outside]
Trainer#1: OK. I promised a guest speaker today, and we’ve got a great one, almost fresh out of training himself, and already facing some of the best this business has. Let’s give a warm welcome to Karl “The Dragon” Brown.
[Karl, wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans, walks out from a door on the side as the trainees give him a polite reception. He stands in front of them, shaking hands with the first trainer, before leaning back against the ring apron]
Karl: OK. I was told you guys wanted to hear from someone who’s been in the business and gotten some success. Unfortunately, you’ve got me instead. [Some polite laughter at the lame joke] Seriously, though, I heard you guys wanted some insight into what it’s like going into the business. For those who don’t know me, I was in MCW before it closed, and currently compete in Empire Pro and the NWL. I’ve had a couple of near-title experiences, losing to Adam Benjamin twice, once for the MCW world title and once for Empire’s IC strap, and am going up against four other guys in the WLS in the NWL to decide their world’s champion. That’s some basic about me, like I said. The way I intend to do this today, though, is for you guys to ask questions, and I’ll try and answer them, k?
[The trainees almost immediately raise their hands. Karl points to one on the second row, a man in his mid twenties wearing an orange and black T-shirt, his black hair tied in a pony tail]
Trainee#1: Yeah, I was wonderin’, what’s it like working for two groups?
Karl: It can be quite tough sometimes, especially if they both have cards close to each other time wise but at other ends of the country. Both the companies tend to do shows at similar times, so it can be a rush to get from one to the other. Thankfully, NWL has cards mainly in New York, so I know roughly where I’ll be from week to week. But at the same time, it’s a lot of fun. I work with a lot of different people, from the likes of Adam Benjamin, Jonathan Marx and Tyrone Walker in Empire to Dakota Smith, The Watcher and Maelstrom in the NWL. Lots of different styles, and a lot of good competition, it means I have to be at the top of my game a lot. But it’s fun.
[Karl nods to another trainee, a young woman, her hair braided, each braid a different colour]
Trainee#2: Hi. When you travel, do you travel with people, or on your own, and how do you keep your mind occupied?
Karl: Well, I know a lot of the guys travel together sometimes if they have a busy schedule, but I tend to keep to myself on the road. I always drive, unless it’s a mad rush to get somewhere, when I’ll fly. If I’m flying, not a lot I can do, since it’s economy class, but when I drive, I have a rather large selection of CDs, dating back to when I did student radio back in England, so there’s a lot of fairly obscure British acts in there, as well as the more known bands like Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Blue Oyster Cult, and the like. I listen to a fair bit when I’m driving to keep myself awake. Some of those drives can be pretty bad.
[Karl points again, this time to one of the younger trainees; a kid aged about 16, wearing a homemade “Emperor Marx” T-Shirt]
Trainee#3: Yeah, I was wondering what your thoughts were going into your match against Marx and Walker at this weeks Aggression? I mean, you’ve been pretty quiet, almost as if you don’t care about this match.
Karl: This is a match like any other to me. The same as my match with Maelstrom upcoming, the same as my matches against Benjamin, Sands, Dakota Smith, Magellan, and others I’ve met in the ring. Yeah, I’ve been quiet, not promoting as much as I normally would, but there’s not been much to say. I’ll be honest and say my mind was on my career in NWL earlier this week, especially going up against a man regarded as the best in the industry. But, no I haven’t been overlooking Marx or Walker.
My thoughts? Well, Walker’s a very diverse character, coming off some good wins. He’s got some good offence, and he likes to take risks. And a man who takes too many risks will crash sooner or later. Maybe this match? Who knows. He’s going to be tough enough. And then you’ve got Marx, a man I’ve faced before, a great talent. He showed me why he was the Rookie of the Year according to FWI last year. I may not like his friend Brandon’s take on satire, but I can’t and won’t take anything away from Jonathan. He’s a highly skilled technician in the ring, and I know that for every hold I’ve got, he knows how to counter it. But the thing is, I know how to counter his holds too. I may be British, but I’ve trained in Canada and Japan, under some great tutors, and mixed the styles together. Marx I hear is going over to the UK to get some pointers? [The trainee who asked the question nods] Well, he can do that. It’s a smart move on his part. Me, I’m going to do what I always do, and train like it’s the match of my career. Both these guys are tough, and both are over one hundred times better than I am. That’s how I train. I always expect to lose.
Trainee#3: So, what you’re saying is you don’t get your hopes up?
Karl: No. I’m realistic, and work on the basis that losing is inevitable. Look at Marx; he lost in the triple threat against myself and Christian, and lost in the four-way. Look at Maelstrom; he lost to The Watcher a couple of weeks back. No-one is unbeatable, and I know that. If you think you’re the best and are guaranteed to win, then you’ll hit the floor hard when you lose. Losing hurts at the best of times, which is why I expect it. It hurts a helluva lot less, especially if I know I’ve done my best in the ring. And if I win, then it’s that much more of a buzz, that much more of a drive. It’s like here; you get shown the ropes, shown the moves, and it hurts when you mess up, right? But when you get it right for the first time, it’s a great feeling. Think of that little moment coming amplified with every win, and you’ll get where I’m coming from.
[Before any more questions can be asked, one of the trainers steps back in]
Trainer#2: OK. Karl’s said he’s willing to do some training with us, and it’s getting on in the day, so let’s get back to work, shall we? Paul, you’re up first.
[Karl and Paul, the youth wearing the “Emperor Marx” T-shirt, climb into the ring and shake hands, before beginning a slow-paced training match. FADE OUT]
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Not so long ago.
Somewhere between Atlanta and Miami.
At a Waffle House where ever that may be.
It's very late or very early, either way it's very dark.
Fade.
The setting is simple inside this classic piece of Americana. At this time of the moonlight hours there's the usual quiet patrons randomly scattered about the establishment as they come to fill their midnight cravings for greasy, artery clogging, coronary inducing delights. One such dubious pair hover around one of the tables in the main seating area surrounded by a mass of empty tables and crappy background music overhead.
Sitting to the left is the world's village idiot, you know and adore him as the lovable "Action" Jackson who has a half full plate of steak and eggs and a glass of orange juice. He wears for once a less offensive shirt, that being a black South Park tee with the infamous orange parka wearing Kenny on the chest. The rest of him is seated under the table, assume it's the usual. To the right is a New York Mets #31 'Mike Piazza' jersey wearing Ty Walker with a cup of coffee and a tired look on his face. Apparently they've been on the road for a while.
Ty (yawning) - "I'm bored..."
AJ (eating) - "Mmph... (drink)"
Ty - "With Empire I mean, place is f**king dead."
AJ (eating) - "..."
Ty - "Heh, a cemetary has more heat than this place."
A waitress comes up and asks if Walker would like a refill on his coffee, he nods and she pours, then leaves.
Ty - "The place is so racked with indifference from every corner of the company that it couldn't even keep Eric interested enough to stick around."
AJ (nods, eats) - "..."
Ty - "Heh, so much for that little bit of business. Guess Team Danger doesn't ride again to save this rotting corpse."
AJ grimaces as he was about to take a bite.
Ty - "Sorry dude, hah."
AJ (wiping his mouth) - "Yeah, sure. So does this mean we can finally get the f**k out of this deal then?"
Ty - "Meh?"
AJ - "Empire. Dane was right you know, this place is for bottom feeders who can't make it in a real company."
Ty (blink) - "What's up your ass dude?"
AJ (shrug) - "Empire is boring, we could get in somewhere with an actual pulse."
Ty (smirk) - "Heh, yeah well... Well."
Pausing for consideration.
Ty - "Actually, Dee's appearance wasn't without value."
AJ - "Dude, he showed up, got you DQ'ed and then bailed because once he got a good look at Empire he saw what a heap of s**t it really was. We should be doing the same man..."
Ty (cutting in) - "Since when did this become a joint decision?"
AJ - "You know what I mean, damn."
Ty - "Yeah dude. But as far as ditching, I'm starting to get warmed up. Eric might not want to walk among the unwashed masses like Adam Benjamin and Christian Sands..."
AJ - "Aren't they the champions or something?"
Ty (nod) - "Right, exactly."
AJ (gets it, laughs) - "Hah..."
Ty - "I'm sure Sands and Benji are good for whatever purpose they serve, but whatever, I get the point. I'm ready to stop wasting my time on a bunch of wannabe thuglifers like Kevin Watson and Michael Gettis and supposed wunderkinds like Stephen Waltz."
AJ - "So...we're not leaving this dump then?"
Ty - "F**k nah dude, not yet anyway. I'm gonna strip this place of what little it has left and then I'll blow out of town like the no good, slacker, son of a b*tch that I am. And the 'farewell' tour all starts with these next two guys, Jonny Marx and The Dragon guy."
AJ (underbreath) - "Damn..."
Ty - "Heh, speaking of Marx and Brown, did you see if either them could be bothered to run their yaps?"
AJ - "Why don't you? You're suddenly motivated to care now."
Ty (nod) - "True, true, this is definitely true, but it doesn't mean I'm going to give an iota of time and respect to any of these guys when I don't have to."
AJ (sigh) - "..."
Ty (blink) - "So did you get on that or not?"
AJ (rolls his eyes) - "Yeah, nothing interesting really. Marx was doing his best impression of Stephen Waltz only with more whining about how he's basically cursed because he can't get over guys he's apparently better than and then goes on to brag about all the s**t he's done in other places. You know, the usual yippy yappy, broken record crap that all these guys do. And then he went to England to train for the match because Karl Brown is a Brit..."
Ty - "..."
AJ - "Yeah I know..."
Ty - "Hah hah... That's like learning how to make coffee by going to Columbia."
AJ - "At least you found some amusement out of it."
Ty - "Hah, yeah. What about the Dragon guy?"
AJ - "Karl Brown?"
Ty (shrug) - "Yeah him, eh, right?"
AJ - "Yeah. Brown's alright, he's not such a pompus jackoff that you just want to puke. He's just too baby fresh for his own good. He's like the nice guy that always comes up just short and a bit naive to boot, but that'll pass when he learns to realize that nothing is as cut and dry as he see's them right now. At least he does his homework, he trains, he does all those little cliche things the good guys do. So basically even though he's young, he's good and if you mess around he's going to beat you or at least put Marx down for the count and leave your ass stranded. So don't f**k around with this one, unless you'd rather not have that freebie shot at Benjamin and the ten pounds of gold he carries on his shoulder."
Ty (nods) - "So basically let's get this straight. Marx is your garden variety 'bad guy' who thinks way too highly of himself and his past tense accomplishments. (AJ nods) Right on, boring, he'll be left behind and forgotten quickly. And Karl Brown is actually worth the ten, fifteen minutes of air time this little match should take? (AJ nods again) Alright then, heh, well that was all very informative or something."
AJ (nod) - "Yeah... It's a thankless job, by the way. I'm used to having to watch people who are entertaining."
Ty (smirk) - "Well, dude, that's why it's a thankless job."
Fade.
Somewhere between Atlanta and Miami.
At a Waffle House where ever that may be.
It's very late or very early, either way it's very dark.
Fade.
The setting is simple inside this classic piece of Americana. At this time of the moonlight hours there's the usual quiet patrons randomly scattered about the establishment as they come to fill their midnight cravings for greasy, artery clogging, coronary inducing delights. One such dubious pair hover around one of the tables in the main seating area surrounded by a mass of empty tables and crappy background music overhead.
Sitting to the left is the world's village idiot, you know and adore him as the lovable "Action" Jackson who has a half full plate of steak and eggs and a glass of orange juice. He wears for once a less offensive shirt, that being a black South Park tee with the infamous orange parka wearing Kenny on the chest. The rest of him is seated under the table, assume it's the usual. To the right is a New York Mets #31 'Mike Piazza' jersey wearing Ty Walker with a cup of coffee and a tired look on his face. Apparently they've been on the road for a while.
Ty (yawning) - "I'm bored..."
AJ (eating) - "Mmph... (drink)"
Ty - "With Empire I mean, place is f**king dead."
AJ (eating) - "..."
Ty - "Heh, a cemetary has more heat than this place."
A waitress comes up and asks if Walker would like a refill on his coffee, he nods and she pours, then leaves.
Ty - "The place is so racked with indifference from every corner of the company that it couldn't even keep Eric interested enough to stick around."
AJ (nods, eats) - "..."
Ty - "Heh, so much for that little bit of business. Guess Team Danger doesn't ride again to save this rotting corpse."
AJ grimaces as he was about to take a bite.
Ty - "Sorry dude, hah."
AJ (wiping his mouth) - "Yeah, sure. So does this mean we can finally get the f**k out of this deal then?"
Ty - "Meh?"
AJ - "Empire. Dane was right you know, this place is for bottom feeders who can't make it in a real company."
Ty (blink) - "What's up your ass dude?"
AJ (shrug) - "Empire is boring, we could get in somewhere with an actual pulse."
Ty (smirk) - "Heh, yeah well... Well."
Pausing for consideration.
Ty - "Actually, Dee's appearance wasn't without value."
AJ - "Dude, he showed up, got you DQ'ed and then bailed because once he got a good look at Empire he saw what a heap of s**t it really was. We should be doing the same man..."
Ty (cutting in) - "Since when did this become a joint decision?"
AJ - "You know what I mean, damn."
Ty - "Yeah dude. But as far as ditching, I'm starting to get warmed up. Eric might not want to walk among the unwashed masses like Adam Benjamin and Christian Sands..."
AJ - "Aren't they the champions or something?"
Ty (nod) - "Right, exactly."
AJ (gets it, laughs) - "Hah..."
Ty - "I'm sure Sands and Benji are good for whatever purpose they serve, but whatever, I get the point. I'm ready to stop wasting my time on a bunch of wannabe thuglifers like Kevin Watson and Michael Gettis and supposed wunderkinds like Stephen Waltz."
AJ - "So...we're not leaving this dump then?"
Ty - "F**k nah dude, not yet anyway. I'm gonna strip this place of what little it has left and then I'll blow out of town like the no good, slacker, son of a b*tch that I am. And the 'farewell' tour all starts with these next two guys, Jonny Marx and The Dragon guy."
AJ (underbreath) - "Damn..."
Ty - "Heh, speaking of Marx and Brown, did you see if either them could be bothered to run their yaps?"
AJ - "Why don't you? You're suddenly motivated to care now."
Ty (nod) - "True, true, this is definitely true, but it doesn't mean I'm going to give an iota of time and respect to any of these guys when I don't have to."
AJ (sigh) - "..."
Ty (blink) - "So did you get on that or not?"
AJ (rolls his eyes) - "Yeah, nothing interesting really. Marx was doing his best impression of Stephen Waltz only with more whining about how he's basically cursed because he can't get over guys he's apparently better than and then goes on to brag about all the s**t he's done in other places. You know, the usual yippy yappy, broken record crap that all these guys do. And then he went to England to train for the match because Karl Brown is a Brit..."
Ty - "..."
AJ - "Yeah I know..."
Ty - "Hah hah... That's like learning how to make coffee by going to Columbia."
AJ - "At least you found some amusement out of it."
Ty - "Hah, yeah. What about the Dragon guy?"
AJ - "Karl Brown?"
Ty (shrug) - "Yeah him, eh, right?"
AJ - "Yeah. Brown's alright, he's not such a pompus jackoff that you just want to puke. He's just too baby fresh for his own good. He's like the nice guy that always comes up just short and a bit naive to boot, but that'll pass when he learns to realize that nothing is as cut and dry as he see's them right now. At least he does his homework, he trains, he does all those little cliche things the good guys do. So basically even though he's young, he's good and if you mess around he's going to beat you or at least put Marx down for the count and leave your ass stranded. So don't f**k around with this one, unless you'd rather not have that freebie shot at Benjamin and the ten pounds of gold he carries on his shoulder."
Ty (nods) - "So basically let's get this straight. Marx is your garden variety 'bad guy' who thinks way too highly of himself and his past tense accomplishments. (AJ nods) Right on, boring, he'll be left behind and forgotten quickly. And Karl Brown is actually worth the ten, fifteen minutes of air time this little match should take? (AJ nods again) Alright then, heh, well that was all very informative or something."
AJ (nod) - "Yeah... It's a thankless job, by the way. I'm used to having to watch people who are entertaining."
Ty (smirk) - "Well, dude, that's why it's a thankless job."
Fade.
PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
Travelling
FADE IN
::Brandon Jacobs and Jonathan Marx are sitting in first class on the Concord heading to the Unitied Kingdom::
BRANDON JACOBS: Why didn’t we take your private jet?
JONATHAN MARX: The maid had to run out to get some coffee so we are just going to have to slum it. ::sarcastic smile::
BRANDON JACOBS: Did you hear what Walker Texas Ranger had to say?
JONATHAN MARX: What a damn rube. Between whines I was able to make out a couple of things he said. PJ seems to be an awfully negative person. Did I once rundown his interview style, wrestling ability, or the way he presents himself to the public?
BRANDON JACOBS: No, you were a perfect gentlemen.
JONATHAN MARX: But heaven forbid someone treat me with a little respect in return. But that is so typical of this generation, they don’t respect anyone including themselves. For heaven sake, he was eating at a Waffle House? How many arteries does Luke Sky Walker want to clog?
BRANDON JACOBS: He sure didn’t seem to be taking his training seriously. He’ll never grow up to be a proper Jedi. What I don’t understand though was why he couldn’t grasp a simple concept of someone actually trying to prepare for a match by training against opponents who share a similar style as your opponent?
JONATHAN MARX: It is sort of like how if I wanted to learn how to do promos from a Waffle House, I’d go to expert like Walker. It isn’t brain surgery. But strangely enough talking about this does make my head hurt…
BRANDON JACOBS: You have to learn how to tolerate the Walkers of the world.
JONATHAN MARX: My patience is just running thin. What DVDs did you bring with you for the trip?
::Brandon reaches into his bag and pulls out a DVD box set::
BRANDON JACOBS: The Scooby Doo Golden Collection!
JONATHAN MARX: Scooby, voiced by the late Don Messick of Astro and Muttley fame… one of the greatest voice actors ever. I didn’t realize you were a Scooby Doo fan.
BRANDON JACOBS: I can relate to it. My car is always breaking down in front of scary houses and abandoned amusement parks, and I can't get rid of Phyllis Diller and the Harlem Globetrotters.
JONATHAN MARX: Maybe Velma and the crew can help me solve the three way curse.
::Marx and Jacobs begin to watch the first DVD on Jacobs’ laptop as the camera pans back as the Harlem Globetrotter theme plays::
FADE OUT
GRAPHIC: (black background, white font) Several Hours Later…
FADE IN
::A slightly run down but historic building several blocks away from Blackpool Tower Lancashire, England::
::Marx is in the ring training with several British Wrestlers while Jacobs is talking to the instructor at the school, Stuart Rigby ::
BRANDON JACOBS: How does he look Stu?
STUART RIGBY: He looks a bit rusty but he hasn’t cocked up once. Has he been facing any British wrestlers whatsoever?
BRANDON JACOBS: Only two so far, one against Adam Benjamin in GXW and one against Karl Brown in Empire… he has lost both of them.
STUART RIGBY: To get noticed in the States, you have to be remarkably good in order to break and Brown and Benjamin are two of the best technicians the United Kingdom has to offer. While Brown was heavily influenced and trained in American Wrestling, you can still see in his style the European influence in how he does the little things which throws thing off just a bit to put his opponent on edge.
BRANDON JACOBS: How can he train for that?
STUART RIGBY: It is like the old American quote, “How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, practice…” He has been wrestling on the circuit for almost two years now and he has only faced two British Wrestlers. He is remarkable for his level of experience. .
BRANDON JACOBS: Why is that?
::screaming from the ring from one of Marx’s opponents::
STUART RIGBY: Brill… Look at him in that ring, he is like the William Shakespeare of wrestling, every move he does flows right into each other and he does it so seamlessly for the level of experience he has against British Wrestlers. He is a prodigy. He picks up things very quickly.
BRANDON JACOBS: Didn’t you say he was rusty a couple of minutes ago?
STUART RIGBY: He rusty for Marx, but hell for any normal person he is ready to go. It is just a matter of Marx breaking the pyschological block he has in three ways by gaining more confidence in his abilities against European Wrestlers. I’ll have him Marx ready for his match against Karl Brown by the end of the today.
BRANDON JACOBS: Excellent, because we have to catch a plane to Ireland to get ready for Tyrone Walker next.
STUART RIGBY: How are you going to train for Walker in Ireland?
BRANDON JACOBS: :
uts his finger up this mouth:: An Irishmen never divulges his secret.
FTB
FADE IN
::Brandon Jacobs and Jonathan Marx are sitting in first class on the Concord heading to the Unitied Kingdom::
BRANDON JACOBS: Why didn’t we take your private jet?
JONATHAN MARX: The maid had to run out to get some coffee so we are just going to have to slum it. ::sarcastic smile::
BRANDON JACOBS: Did you hear what Walker Texas Ranger had to say?
JONATHAN MARX: What a damn rube. Between whines I was able to make out a couple of things he said. PJ seems to be an awfully negative person. Did I once rundown his interview style, wrestling ability, or the way he presents himself to the public?
BRANDON JACOBS: No, you were a perfect gentlemen.
JONATHAN MARX: But heaven forbid someone treat me with a little respect in return. But that is so typical of this generation, they don’t respect anyone including themselves. For heaven sake, he was eating at a Waffle House? How many arteries does Luke Sky Walker want to clog?
BRANDON JACOBS: He sure didn’t seem to be taking his training seriously. He’ll never grow up to be a proper Jedi. What I don’t understand though was why he couldn’t grasp a simple concept of someone actually trying to prepare for a match by training against opponents who share a similar style as your opponent?
JONATHAN MARX: It is sort of like how if I wanted to learn how to do promos from a Waffle House, I’d go to expert like Walker. It isn’t brain surgery. But strangely enough talking about this does make my head hurt…
BRANDON JACOBS: You have to learn how to tolerate the Walkers of the world.
JONATHAN MARX: My patience is just running thin. What DVDs did you bring with you for the trip?
::Brandon reaches into his bag and pulls out a DVD box set::
BRANDON JACOBS: The Scooby Doo Golden Collection!
JONATHAN MARX: Scooby, voiced by the late Don Messick of Astro and Muttley fame… one of the greatest voice actors ever. I didn’t realize you were a Scooby Doo fan.
BRANDON JACOBS: I can relate to it. My car is always breaking down in front of scary houses and abandoned amusement parks, and I can't get rid of Phyllis Diller and the Harlem Globetrotters.
JONATHAN MARX: Maybe Velma and the crew can help me solve the three way curse.
::Marx and Jacobs begin to watch the first DVD on Jacobs’ laptop as the camera pans back as the Harlem Globetrotter theme plays::
FADE OUT
GRAPHIC: (black background, white font) Several Hours Later…
FADE IN
::A slightly run down but historic building several blocks away from Blackpool Tower Lancashire, England::
::Marx is in the ring training with several British Wrestlers while Jacobs is talking to the instructor at the school, Stuart Rigby ::
BRANDON JACOBS: How does he look Stu?
STUART RIGBY: He looks a bit rusty but he hasn’t cocked up once. Has he been facing any British wrestlers whatsoever?
BRANDON JACOBS: Only two so far, one against Adam Benjamin in GXW and one against Karl Brown in Empire… he has lost both of them.
STUART RIGBY: To get noticed in the States, you have to be remarkably good in order to break and Brown and Benjamin are two of the best technicians the United Kingdom has to offer. While Brown was heavily influenced and trained in American Wrestling, you can still see in his style the European influence in how he does the little things which throws thing off just a bit to put his opponent on edge.
BRANDON JACOBS: How can he train for that?
STUART RIGBY: It is like the old American quote, “How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, practice…” He has been wrestling on the circuit for almost two years now and he has only faced two British Wrestlers. He is remarkable for his level of experience. .
BRANDON JACOBS: Why is that?
::screaming from the ring from one of Marx’s opponents::
STUART RIGBY: Brill… Look at him in that ring, he is like the William Shakespeare of wrestling, every move he does flows right into each other and he does it so seamlessly for the level of experience he has against British Wrestlers. He is a prodigy. He picks up things very quickly.
BRANDON JACOBS: Didn’t you say he was rusty a couple of minutes ago?
STUART RIGBY: He rusty for Marx, but hell for any normal person he is ready to go. It is just a matter of Marx breaking the pyschological block he has in three ways by gaining more confidence in his abilities against European Wrestlers. I’ll have him Marx ready for his match against Karl Brown by the end of the today.
BRANDON JACOBS: Excellent, because we have to catch a plane to Ireland to get ready for Tyrone Walker next.
STUART RIGBY: How are you going to train for Walker in Ireland?
BRANDON JACOBS: :
uts his finger up this mouth:: An Irishmen never divulges his secret. FTB
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EpyonMarx
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[FADE IN. Two guys, each dressed in tuxedos, are sitting at a dinner table. A third chair is pushed back out of the way, more than likely awaiting the former occupant. The men are discussing matters whilst checking the menu]
Man#1: The soup sounds good, does it not James?
James: Hm. Chicken and sweet corn soup done in the Chinese style? Yes, I think that’ll do for a starter. But, really, isn’t Aggression looking like an interesting card?
Man#1: With some of the matches, definitely. I’m particularly looking forward to Sands and Benjamin against Beast and Cruise. [Checking the menu again] The Merlot to go with the soup?
James: Certainly. I don’t know, I’m more inclined to say that Brown, Marx and Walker will be the better match. I’m certainly looking forward to seeing how much Marx has managed to learn about the British style. Didn’t you wrestle there once Graham?
Graham: Yes. Definitely a different style. Marx will find it hard to fully adapt. But, Brown isn’t just American and British styles, you know. His background in Japan should prove yet another challenge.
James: True. Although, Marx knows what he’s doing. It truly was smart of him to at least learn something about the British style, considering he has lost twice in two encounters against British opposition.
Graham: Ah, but the second match he lost to Christian Sands, not Brown. He had Brown about ready to tap out, if you’ll recall.
James: Yes, but Brown has improved considerably since then. It seems his work in the NWL has fuelled him in Empire Pro.
Graham: [checking the menu] Maybe a duck a l’orange for the main?
James: No, I think I’ll have the peppered steak.
Graham: But you know, Walker does seem over sure of himself. He enjoys vaunting himself, but that may come back to harm him. Marx enjoys punishing people; his mind-games generally work.
James: [noticing someone approaching the table] Ah, Kristin, any word on how Karl is doing?
Kristin: [sitting in the unoccupied seat] He’s getting ready for his match with Maelstrom. He sounds good. Anything interesting on the menu?
Graham: Some interesting pates. James and I were discussing actually Karl’s match at Aggression.
Kristin: Ah. Shouldn’t be too hard for him if things go how they have over promoting this match.
James: What do you mean?
Kristin: Looks like Walker’ll end up fighting Marx for the majority, which means Karl can sit back and pick them both off. All it depends on is if Marx is going to let Walker’s insults really get to him.
James: Ah. I see. Yes, that would make sense. [A waiter walks over to the table]
Waiter: Can I get some drinks for your party, sir?
James: Please. A bottle of the Merlot if you can.
Waiter: Certainly sir. [The waiter writes down the order, then walks away]
Graham: I’m concerned though. I think Karl may have concentrated too much on Maelstrom and the WLS. I think he might just be outclassed because of that.
James: We shall see. Knowing Karl, he’ll be appreciative of the efforts all three of his opponents give him. Maelstrom is a given, and Marx and Walker will provide him enough of a challenge. Even if he should lose, though, I doubt it will faze him. Even with titles in both promotions on the line somewhat. That is one of the strange things about Karl. I’ve yet to see him care to a great extent about titles. Isn’t he challenging for the cruiserweight tournament crown in Empire?
Kristin: Probably. He enjoys the challenges. I hope he wins a title sometime, though. All the effort he puts in, he deserves it.
[The waiter returns with the wine. James orders the starters; three bowls of chicken and sweet corn soup. The waiter leaves, as Kristin pours and sips some wine]
Kristin: He’ll get one one day. I’m sure of it. Even if it’s not from Benjamin, or the Empire cruiserweight or NWL heavyweight, he’ll get one. Don’t you think?
Graham: That’s for the future to tell. For now, let’s enjoy this meal, and enjoy the match Karl has against Marx and Walker, as well as his match against Maelstrom.
[As the three continue talking, FADE OUT]
Man#1: The soup sounds good, does it not James?
James: Hm. Chicken and sweet corn soup done in the Chinese style? Yes, I think that’ll do for a starter. But, really, isn’t Aggression looking like an interesting card?
Man#1: With some of the matches, definitely. I’m particularly looking forward to Sands and Benjamin against Beast and Cruise. [Checking the menu again] The Merlot to go with the soup?
James: Certainly. I don’t know, I’m more inclined to say that Brown, Marx and Walker will be the better match. I’m certainly looking forward to seeing how much Marx has managed to learn about the British style. Didn’t you wrestle there once Graham?
Graham: Yes. Definitely a different style. Marx will find it hard to fully adapt. But, Brown isn’t just American and British styles, you know. His background in Japan should prove yet another challenge.
James: True. Although, Marx knows what he’s doing. It truly was smart of him to at least learn something about the British style, considering he has lost twice in two encounters against British opposition.
Graham: Ah, but the second match he lost to Christian Sands, not Brown. He had Brown about ready to tap out, if you’ll recall.
James: Yes, but Brown has improved considerably since then. It seems his work in the NWL has fuelled him in Empire Pro.
Graham: [checking the menu] Maybe a duck a l’orange for the main?
James: No, I think I’ll have the peppered steak.
Graham: But you know, Walker does seem over sure of himself. He enjoys vaunting himself, but that may come back to harm him. Marx enjoys punishing people; his mind-games generally work.
James: [noticing someone approaching the table] Ah, Kristin, any word on how Karl is doing?
Kristin: [sitting in the unoccupied seat] He’s getting ready for his match with Maelstrom. He sounds good. Anything interesting on the menu?
Graham: Some interesting pates. James and I were discussing actually Karl’s match at Aggression.
Kristin: Ah. Shouldn’t be too hard for him if things go how they have over promoting this match.
James: What do you mean?
Kristin: Looks like Walker’ll end up fighting Marx for the majority, which means Karl can sit back and pick them both off. All it depends on is if Marx is going to let Walker’s insults really get to him.
James: Ah. I see. Yes, that would make sense. [A waiter walks over to the table]
Waiter: Can I get some drinks for your party, sir?
James: Please. A bottle of the Merlot if you can.
Waiter: Certainly sir. [The waiter writes down the order, then walks away]
Graham: I’m concerned though. I think Karl may have concentrated too much on Maelstrom and the WLS. I think he might just be outclassed because of that.
James: We shall see. Knowing Karl, he’ll be appreciative of the efforts all three of his opponents give him. Maelstrom is a given, and Marx and Walker will provide him enough of a challenge. Even if he should lose, though, I doubt it will faze him. Even with titles in both promotions on the line somewhat. That is one of the strange things about Karl. I’ve yet to see him care to a great extent about titles. Isn’t he challenging for the cruiserweight tournament crown in Empire?
Kristin: Probably. He enjoys the challenges. I hope he wins a title sometime, though. All the effort he puts in, he deserves it.
[The waiter returns with the wine. James orders the starters; three bowls of chicken and sweet corn soup. The waiter leaves, as Kristin pours and sips some wine]
Kristin: He’ll get one one day. I’m sure of it. Even if it’s not from Benjamin, or the Empire cruiserweight or NWL heavyweight, he’ll get one. Don’t you think?
Graham: That’s for the future to tell. For now, let’s enjoy this meal, and enjoy the match Karl has against Marx and Walker, as well as his match against Maelstrom.
[As the three continue talking, FADE OUT]
spiffyneato
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Miami, Florida.
It's Present Day, Night Time.
The faint sound of latin music, beautifully blended with the light breeze in the air and the crashing of the waves coming from the Atlantic. All is right, all is sweet, all is beautiful...
"Respect..."
That is until this voice shatters the whole mood.
"What is there about you Jonny that I need to respect?"
It's a voice that is unmistakable. It's the voice that many in the past have come to know as being a warning that trouble is coming for them.
"You want to cut on me about *****in' and whinin, when that's all you've said and done with your time here?"
A pause, it's purpose only to let the question linger.
"Heh, that is when you haven't been flat on your back like the worthless f**king ***** that you are."
Fade.
We find the source from which the voice came. Tyrone Walker, Empire's resident disgruntled employee. You just might know him by now. He sits upon a simple wooden chair that is positioned outside of his hotel room on the balcony which over looks the sandy beach and ocean below that sparkles in the night from the moon and the stars shining brightly above. He wears an old, white "Doc Gooden" New York Mets baseball jersey, which is unbuttoned, thus showing off his fit, light brown upper torso. His legs propped up on a small wooden stool, they are covered by a pair of white on blue knee length gym shorts. He looks out into the night and down on to the street below where various transients moving about going from one place to next.
He continues.
"Look in the mirror, buddy. As they say, people who live in glass houses..."
A slow, yet momentary pause.
"And dude. The Walker, Texas Ranger thing, that s**t's been said to me before. But maybe you haven't noticed this yet man, I'm black, and that guy, Chuck Norris, he's white. Now I know it must be confusing to you because I ain't like the prototypical image you have of the common brother. But believe this or not Jonny, not all of us speak in ebonics and livin' the thug life like you seen in front of a tv. So if that whole bit was supposed to be funny, you failed miserably."
His voice trails off momentarily.
"But other than that, is the best you can do for a comeback after AJ and I talked s**t on your goofy ass is to look down your arrogant nose and lamely insult where I go, how I look and what I do? C'mon Jonny, you're so much smarter and so much more refined than this...aren't you?"
A mockingly disappointed sneer crosses his face.
"Apparently not, which is sad, because it makes you no better than any of the other chump change motherf**kers I have put down in my short stay in this crumbling Empire we all work for. Heh, but you know what your problem is Jonny? I've seen a lot of guys like you in my career. You all have this one fatal flaw and it's something you don't even realize you have. You're insecure about yourself and your true abilities or lack of abilities I should say. See guys like you need little tag alongs like Brandon Jacobs to tell you just how great you are when you're getting your ass beat on a nightly basis or just when things aren't going your way. That's their sole purpose in your life, to be your security blanket from the truth so you can hide yourself away from the fact that you're the furthest thing from being great."
Leaning forward to reach down he returns to his former position with a bottle of water. Unscrewing the cap he takes a slug of the liquid and sets it down again.
"Someday you may grow up yourself and come to realize the errors of your ways. Go ahead though, keep your head in the sand and keep on gossiping with your buddy Jacobs about me and who I am and what I'm not doing. But whatever, becuase you know what's going to really suck about you being you? For all the special training you're going through, I'm going to continue to sit my lazy ass down and do nothing but wait until Aggression and then I'm going to be the one standing over you victorious..."
He considers something.
"Hell, f**k that. Even if I don't win and Karl Brown does, at least I'll be able to laugh at you for once again failing to do anything notable in this promotion except piss and moan about being a jobbing *****!"
Moving along...
"Now don't think I'm forgetting you Dragon."
He shakes his head slowly as if to say "no."
"While I've spent most of my 'air time' on Marx and his idiocy, trust in the fact that you are anything but the furthest thing from my mind. Oh no, in fact, I realize that you're the true threat in this little three way of our's."
He reaches for the bottle of water and takes another slug.
"Dare I say I respect you? Yes, even I, Tyrone Walker will admit it when I actually think highly of someone. Y'see Karl, I could tell right off that you're the furthest thing from the rest of these mindless, jibbering f**ks that take up space in this company."
He nods in agreement of his own statement.
"A guy like you, is a guy like me. Sure in most other ways we're the furthest thing from being alike. But what we have in common is that we don't spend our precious time looking back at what we have done. Oh no, that is for the rest of these bastards who need something to hold on to tightly for reassurance that they are worth something to this business when they really aren't. In other words, you look forward and I respect that."
Pause.
"Just don't let this go to your head though kid, 'cause I'll admit straight up that I'm a snake in the grass who would just as soon leave you with a dagger stuck in your back when it comes to matters of winning and losing. Because that's what I do, I win. I win matches, I collect titles, and I do it because the alternative sucks."
He smiles a wicked smile.
"But hey, at least I respect you, right?"
Fade.
It's Present Day, Night Time.
The faint sound of latin music, beautifully blended with the light breeze in the air and the crashing of the waves coming from the Atlantic. All is right, all is sweet, all is beautiful...
"Respect..."
That is until this voice shatters the whole mood.
"What is there about you Jonny that I need to respect?"
It's a voice that is unmistakable. It's the voice that many in the past have come to know as being a warning that trouble is coming for them.
"You want to cut on me about *****in' and whinin, when that's all you've said and done with your time here?"
A pause, it's purpose only to let the question linger.
"Heh, that is when you haven't been flat on your back like the worthless f**king ***** that you are."
Fade.
We find the source from which the voice came. Tyrone Walker, Empire's resident disgruntled employee. You just might know him by now. He sits upon a simple wooden chair that is positioned outside of his hotel room on the balcony which over looks the sandy beach and ocean below that sparkles in the night from the moon and the stars shining brightly above. He wears an old, white "Doc Gooden" New York Mets baseball jersey, which is unbuttoned, thus showing off his fit, light brown upper torso. His legs propped up on a small wooden stool, they are covered by a pair of white on blue knee length gym shorts. He looks out into the night and down on to the street below where various transients moving about going from one place to next.
He continues.
"Look in the mirror, buddy. As they say, people who live in glass houses..."
A slow, yet momentary pause.
"And dude. The Walker, Texas Ranger thing, that s**t's been said to me before. But maybe you haven't noticed this yet man, I'm black, and that guy, Chuck Norris, he's white. Now I know it must be confusing to you because I ain't like the prototypical image you have of the common brother. But believe this or not Jonny, not all of us speak in ebonics and livin' the thug life like you seen in front of a tv. So if that whole bit was supposed to be funny, you failed miserably."
His voice trails off momentarily.
"But other than that, is the best you can do for a comeback after AJ and I talked s**t on your goofy ass is to look down your arrogant nose and lamely insult where I go, how I look and what I do? C'mon Jonny, you're so much smarter and so much more refined than this...aren't you?"
A mockingly disappointed sneer crosses his face.
"Apparently not, which is sad, because it makes you no better than any of the other chump change motherf**kers I have put down in my short stay in this crumbling Empire we all work for. Heh, but you know what your problem is Jonny? I've seen a lot of guys like you in my career. You all have this one fatal flaw and it's something you don't even realize you have. You're insecure about yourself and your true abilities or lack of abilities I should say. See guys like you need little tag alongs like Brandon Jacobs to tell you just how great you are when you're getting your ass beat on a nightly basis or just when things aren't going your way. That's their sole purpose in your life, to be your security blanket from the truth so you can hide yourself away from the fact that you're the furthest thing from being great."
Leaning forward to reach down he returns to his former position with a bottle of water. Unscrewing the cap he takes a slug of the liquid and sets it down again.
"Someday you may grow up yourself and come to realize the errors of your ways. Go ahead though, keep your head in the sand and keep on gossiping with your buddy Jacobs about me and who I am and what I'm not doing. But whatever, becuase you know what's going to really suck about you being you? For all the special training you're going through, I'm going to continue to sit my lazy ass down and do nothing but wait until Aggression and then I'm going to be the one standing over you victorious..."
He considers something.
"Hell, f**k that. Even if I don't win and Karl Brown does, at least I'll be able to laugh at you for once again failing to do anything notable in this promotion except piss and moan about being a jobbing *****!"
Moving along...
"Now don't think I'm forgetting you Dragon."
He shakes his head slowly as if to say "no."
"While I've spent most of my 'air time' on Marx and his idiocy, trust in the fact that you are anything but the furthest thing from my mind. Oh no, in fact, I realize that you're the true threat in this little three way of our's."
He reaches for the bottle of water and takes another slug.
"Dare I say I respect you? Yes, even I, Tyrone Walker will admit it when I actually think highly of someone. Y'see Karl, I could tell right off that you're the furthest thing from the rest of these mindless, jibbering f**ks that take up space in this company."
He nods in agreement of his own statement.
"A guy like you, is a guy like me. Sure in most other ways we're the furthest thing from being alike. But what we have in common is that we don't spend our precious time looking back at what we have done. Oh no, that is for the rest of these bastards who need something to hold on to tightly for reassurance that they are worth something to this business when they really aren't. In other words, you look forward and I respect that."
Pause.
"Just don't let this go to your head though kid, 'cause I'll admit straight up that I'm a snake in the grass who would just as soon leave you with a dagger stuck in your back when it comes to matters of winning and losing. Because that's what I do, I win. I win matches, I collect titles, and I do it because the alternative sucks."
He smiles a wicked smile.
"But hey, at least I respect you, right?"
Fade.
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PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
::Jonathan Marx and Brandon Jacobs are standing outside of an Irish pub::
JONATHAN MARX: Now will you tell me why we are here?
BRANDON JACOBS: Trust me, when have I ever done anything which wasn’t too your benefit?
JONATHAN MARX: How about that time last week where you abandoned me at Wink’s house and took off?
BRANDON JACOBS: Didn’t that all work out well?
JONATHAN MARX: Wise decisions are not always marked by results. You could have gotten me killed by him, his thugs, and his man eating dogs.
BRANDON JACOBS: It was for the sake of winning the NEW World Heavyweight Title. You’ll thank me for it later.
JONATHAN MARX: We will see.
BRANDON JACOBS: Now lets stop our dawdling and get in there.
JONATHAN MARX: ::sigh:: Fine. For the sake of the Empire IC Title I’ll do it.
::Brandon Jacobs and Marx walk into the bar and a bunch of intoxicated patrons look over and Jacobs steps forward::
BRANDON JACOBS: My friend would just like to say you are perpetrating an awful stereotype today that all Irishmen are drunks. Marx asks that you denounce your liquor and the evil ways of the devil it brings.
::a bunch of angry Irishmen get up out of their seats::
JONATHAN MARX: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BRANDON?
BRANDON JACOBS: He was telling me how John F. Kennedy and James Joyce SUCKED just like all other Irishmen.
::an Irish breaks a bottle in half over the bar and starts coming at Marx::
JONATHAN MARX: Aww crap.
::Jacobs bolts out the door holding the door shut as a loud commotion is heard inside followed by dead silence::
BRANDON JACOBS: Oh man. They killed him. NEW is going to be pissed.
::A worried Brandon Jacobs bolts in the door::
BRANDON JACOBS: STOP! STOP! Don't kill him! It was all my fault.
::Brandon sees everyone converged around Marx and Marx is telling them stories::
BRANDON JACOBS: What happened?
JONATHAN MARX: Thankfully they get NEW TV so I was able to talk my way out of it. Meet Jimmy McDermid. He is is a fighter and he is going to help me with my brawling for Tyrone Walker.
BRANDON JACOBS: Excellent.
JONATHAN MARX: Now sit down and avoid causing anymore trouble. We have a three way to win.
FTB