::Marx is relaxing at Starbucks, with a copy of Heart of Darkness on the table::
JONATHAN MARX: Well, if you are so much better than Manson, why didn't you win that Ultratitle? Why didn't you even beat the fourty one year old man who submitted you in the middle of the ring at War Games in the quarter finals to make it to the semi-finals like I did? Yeah, you were a great wrestler at one time and every so often, you still can be great. But week in, week out, Manson is the best in this sport. He doesn't take weeks off and last year he put this whole promotion on his back and ran with it.
As for me, you can babble all you want about what I deserve and what I don't, but I was the 2004 ROOKIE of the Year. Who exactly has known me for known me for years? Meanwhile you were riding the currency of being a former CSWA World Heavyweight Champion and that still didn't get you anywhere...
I'll be the first to admit that I don't have your size and strength, but even in these three years I've been in this sport, I've forgotten more about wrestling than you'll ever know.
FTB
Ryan sits at a desk in his house, a book folded down on it in front of him..
Ryan: Marxie, I hate to offend anyone in charge here in the East so I'll refrain from hijacking your match with Cruise this week any further. Of course, sticking myself into it made it infinitely more interesting as a result - but what do I know right?
Why didn't I win the Ultratitle? Haven't we all been through this a million times, man? I didn't want it. I didn't need to beat Manson then because I had my mind on other things. Would beating Manson last season in the playoffs instead of this year in Week 2 have made you happier, Jonny?
If I had pinned your hero's shoulders to the mat six months ago instead of three weeks ago, would I be the new Jonathan Marx Champion? Would my poster grace your walls where Manson's once did?
But yeah, I didn't beat that forty one year old - I only put him in the hospital for six weeks. Woe is me.
As for what I'm babbling about concerning who knows you and who doesn't - oh my bad, bro. You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. Just like you knew exactly what you were saying when you spouted off your mouth about Empire, right? Shoot, I guess I'm just out of my mind rambling off about things like that. I really did shoot myself in the foot with that statement didn't I? Michael Jordan sure could shoot the lights out couldn't he? It's sad when young high school kids shoot up their schools....ISN'T IT, MARX?
Not only do you not have my size and strengh, the only thing you forgot was that there are lines in this business that you do not cross without repercussions. And TRUST ME - I have absolutely NO DOUBT that I can handle you properly. If you look forward to meeting me in the ring so much, why not try proving a point in the ring for once instead of spouting your mouth off based on some faulty information from a rookie even dumber than you.
Better choose your friends more wisely next time Marx. They tend to get you in trouble.
Ryan picks up the book - which we can see is titled "Kiss my ass".....
Ryan flips through a few pages....
I do love subtle imagery.....
FADE OUT...