Post by TXO on Jun 11, 2007 3:24:02 GMT -5
The scene opens in the hospital. You see Rich “The Xtreme One” Marciano sitting on a hospital bed. He is getting wrapped up with bandages. The nurse finally finishes and hands him his shirt. He puts it on and slides off of the bed. You then see stitches on his for head and probably head to toe. Camera man then follows Marciano out of the room and down the hallway. He gets to the nurses station and asks to check out. She hands him another form and he signs it. She says that it is procedure that he leaves in a wheel chair. He kicks the chair over and walks out. He gets to the door and veers to his left once outside. He then spots a bench and sits down waiting for his cab. Hold his torso he begins to speak.
X: Death congratulations on the huge win. You deserve the win and thanks for the great match. You just changed my views of you. I guess sometimes people get carried away. The match you and I had last night bro, well that was my fucking wake up call. It has been a long as time since I was apart of anything like that. If I could have stood last night or was conscious at all my hand would have extended to you. Anytime anywhere you want to go around again, put on a master piece in my eyes just give me a call and I will do it again. You just earned the respect of Rich Marciano.
You see a cab pull up and the driver rolls down his window. He asks are you Rich? He says yes and X gets in. He tells him to take him to Hampton Inn on E. Second. Cab leaves the parking and heads east down Broadway heading to E. Second Street. They pull up and the drives get out and open the door for Marciano. He reaches in his pocket and hands the driver a twenty dollar bill and tells him to keep the change. Driver says thanks and X walks in the door and heads right past the front desk to the elevators. He pushes the button with the up arrow. The door opens and he gets in. As he is standing the elevator alone the song Eternal Flame comes on. So for 9 floors X has to listen to that song. He arrives at the 10 floor and with a sigh of relief he walks down the hall looking for his room. He finds it and slides the key in slot and the door opens. He walks in and sits on the couch and begins to speak.
X: I get done with one war and get thrown into another one. My next challenge is something I wouldn’t even imagine happen. I’m coming off of three consecutive losses and I Rich Marciano will receive a World title shot this Sunday at Slam. How can this be? They must have put me in the wrong match. I am sure that is what happened. I should be receiving a call anytime now to let me know of the error. Seth are you stoned or something? Seriously is this for real? All I can say is I am honored to be given this opportunity. I will put forth every ounce of energy I have left in this body and give you Striker one hell of a fight. Well Striker there is nothing I can say that you haven’t heard by now. For three weeks or more you have been defending your championship mowing down the competition. What can I say? There is absolutely nothing I can say that will make any fucking sense. You have three consecutive defenses and I have three consecutive losses losing my tag title in the process. I’m out of my fucking mind right now. I guess the only thing is I will have to show you in the ring. I will let my fighting do the talking. It’s what I know best. As you can tell right now I have changed I am no longer TXO. I am Rich “The Xtreme One” Marciano. For the first time in eleven years I am showing the wrestling world the real me. No bullshit no more just straight up. I have been that same person for to fucking long and it was time for a change.
X gets up walks to the fridge opens the door and stares at what is in there. Three minuets go by and shuts the door grabbing nothing. He walks back to the couch and plops down and begins to speak.
X: Nothing looks good to eat when you feel like shit. It sucks. Striker I have no idea what will happen at Slam. I know you have an idea. It’s what you have been doing for the last three weeks. Well I need to step my game up and prove to the WCF that I am what I am say I am. I can’t think the way you do right now. If I let my self think the way you do I will be only kidding my self. This is one huge test for me. Can I be the first one to knock off Striker? No one knows until Sunday. We can go back and forth, side to side, and around and around and yet until that bell sounds I haven’t lost yet. There is still a chance I will win. That’s what I need to go into this match. We know that we are only going to feed each other bullshit until Sunday. Striker whether I win or lose I know I will show the WCF that I belong. The past few weeks I got away from what was true to me. I was acting like someone else. I wasn’t being to true to me. Lets see if I can back to me. Rich Marciano. Sunday I’ll see you there.
X stands up asks the camera man to leave and X walks over to the sink takes a pain pill and heads into the bedroom. Closes the door and the camera fades to black.
X: Death congratulations on the huge win. You deserve the win and thanks for the great match. You just changed my views of you. I guess sometimes people get carried away. The match you and I had last night bro, well that was my fucking wake up call. It has been a long as time since I was apart of anything like that. If I could have stood last night or was conscious at all my hand would have extended to you. Anytime anywhere you want to go around again, put on a master piece in my eyes just give me a call and I will do it again. You just earned the respect of Rich Marciano.
You see a cab pull up and the driver rolls down his window. He asks are you Rich? He says yes and X gets in. He tells him to take him to Hampton Inn on E. Second. Cab leaves the parking and heads east down Broadway heading to E. Second Street. They pull up and the drives get out and open the door for Marciano. He reaches in his pocket and hands the driver a twenty dollar bill and tells him to keep the change. Driver says thanks and X walks in the door and heads right past the front desk to the elevators. He pushes the button with the up arrow. The door opens and he gets in. As he is standing the elevator alone the song Eternal Flame comes on. So for 9 floors X has to listen to that song. He arrives at the 10 floor and with a sigh of relief he walks down the hall looking for his room. He finds it and slides the key in slot and the door opens. He walks in and sits on the couch and begins to speak.
X: I get done with one war and get thrown into another one. My next challenge is something I wouldn’t even imagine happen. I’m coming off of three consecutive losses and I Rich Marciano will receive a World title shot this Sunday at Slam. How can this be? They must have put me in the wrong match. I am sure that is what happened. I should be receiving a call anytime now to let me know of the error. Seth are you stoned or something? Seriously is this for real? All I can say is I am honored to be given this opportunity. I will put forth every ounce of energy I have left in this body and give you Striker one hell of a fight. Well Striker there is nothing I can say that you haven’t heard by now. For three weeks or more you have been defending your championship mowing down the competition. What can I say? There is absolutely nothing I can say that will make any fucking sense. You have three consecutive defenses and I have three consecutive losses losing my tag title in the process. I’m out of my fucking mind right now. I guess the only thing is I will have to show you in the ring. I will let my fighting do the talking. It’s what I know best. As you can tell right now I have changed I am no longer TXO. I am Rich “The Xtreme One” Marciano. For the first time in eleven years I am showing the wrestling world the real me. No bullshit no more just straight up. I have been that same person for to fucking long and it was time for a change.
X gets up walks to the fridge opens the door and stares at what is in there. Three minuets go by and shuts the door grabbing nothing. He walks back to the couch and plops down and begins to speak.
X: Nothing looks good to eat when you feel like shit. It sucks. Striker I have no idea what will happen at Slam. I know you have an idea. It’s what you have been doing for the last three weeks. Well I need to step my game up and prove to the WCF that I am what I am say I am. I can’t think the way you do right now. If I let my self think the way you do I will be only kidding my self. This is one huge test for me. Can I be the first one to knock off Striker? No one knows until Sunday. We can go back and forth, side to side, and around and around and yet until that bell sounds I haven’t lost yet. There is still a chance I will win. That’s what I need to go into this match. We know that we are only going to feed each other bullshit until Sunday. Striker whether I win or lose I know I will show the WCF that I belong. The past few weeks I got away from what was true to me. I was acting like someone else. I wasn’t being to true to me. Lets see if I can back to me. Rich Marciano. Sunday I’ll see you there.
X stands up asks the camera man to leave and X walks over to the sink takes a pain pill and heads into the bedroom. Closes the door and the camera fades to black.
