Peace Out Dawg
::Jonathan Marx is on the treadmill in his gym while Brandon Jacobs is watching the monitor next to which is playing Dakota Smith's promos on loop::
BRANDON JACOBS: Boy, this rookie curses like a sailor. Doesn't he care about the children watching this?
JONATHAN MARX: I didn't even know he was old enough to know all those dirty words. See, that is what happens when a father isn't around to raise a kid, they repeat what they hear in the street. I really feel sorry for kids like that. If he wasn't such an pain, I'd lay down in the middle and let him pin me, he is the son of Nevada Smith for pete sake. I'm really in a no win situation, if I teach the kid a lesson, I disappoint all of those old school Nevada Smith fans who are living their glory years vicarously through Dakota. If I lose, I disappoint all of the guys in the back who have felt slighted by this push and his repeated disrespect.
BRANDON JACOBS: What I really don't get is why he says he earned it, has he beaten anyone that I don't know about yet? I thought this was his debut.
JONATHAN MARX: This is his debut. Fifteen years to get here, either he was training in the womb or this "kid" is thirty five. Man, how old would that make Dakota Smith? He would have to be at least fourty, wait... FIFTY. Good lord, Dakota Smith has one foot in the grave already.
BRANDON JACOBS: With Dakota Smith's grasp of math, you really shouldn't take his numbers seriously.
JONATHAN MARX: That is a very good point, he is just laying down the spin in order to salvage this opportunity or maybe he is counting wrestling his funny uncle in the basement.
BRANDON JACOBS: I just thought of something, maybe he was one of these "backyard" wrestlers.
JONATHAN MARX: He can "wrestle" all he wants on the trampoline in his backyard, but that doesn't count as real wrestling. He is a rookie and as the best pure technical wrestler in this company, I have to do my best to beat without totally humilating this poor kid making his debut. I may not like what he is doing here and how he has gone about it, but he deserves the right to make a living. Maybe. This kid is starting to make me angry and that is rare for me because I don't like showing emotions.
BRANDON JACOBS: You need to keep yourself under control, he wouldn't like when you are angry. I remember that time you lost control when you were placed under house arrest and broke through the front of your house and then went over to your girlfriend's house to fight that pack of wild monster dogs... Wait, that was The Hulk. When you were angry, all you did was accidently break MY DAMN neck.
JONATHAN MARX: Yeah, I still feel guilty about that Brandon, at least I didn't kill you, but I did lay you up for awhile. I really didn't know how powerful the Marxism was until I locked it on. Wrestling is about learning how much and how little control to use on your opponent. But both of us are better for it, you have had an excellent career as my manager and now you are the play by play man for one of the best leagues in all of wrestling and I'm stuck facing spoiled rich kids and teaching them a lesson. Hell, maybe you should have broken my neck instead.
BRANDON JACOBS: *laughs* It's all cool. You've got your strategy all planned out right?
JONATHAN MARX: I've had it all planned out for weeks now, if he beats me, he will truly deserve to win because I've got him out matched in the wrestling ring and I have him out matched here :
oints to head::
BRANDON JACOBS: Good to hear, I'm sorry I haven't been around as much lately, but WFW management are slave drivers. I'll try to make it to the show if at all possible either wise I'll be watching at home.
JONATHAN MARX: You are a good man Jacobs, I'll give you a call after the match and let you know how it went. ::stops treadmill and shakes Brandon's hand::
BRANDON JACOBS: Hey, I have sometime before my plane leaves, want to go for a bit to eat at the Soup Plantation?
JONATHAN MARX: As much as I want to, I have to start my sparring with the amateur wrestlers I invited over. I promised my coach at Princeton that I would teach them a thing or to in order to help them prepare for their amateur meet.
BRANDON JACOBS: Okay, peace out dawg.
JONATHAN MARX: See ya Homie!
::Brandon Jacobs and Jonathan Marx walk off in their own seperate directions::
FTB