Post by Micky Saint on Mar 7, 2016 0:38:47 GMT -5
The following video comes courtesy of WCF.com
We open on the camera crew moving through the now being broken down Slam Arena, you can hear them amongst the clangs of hammers and the drone of drills chatting amongst themselves with the subject being where the hell the person they are meant to be interviewing is then as they make their way up the ramp something slams hard into it in front of them, it's Andrew Marx blood spattered umbrella from earlier in the night, the camera focuses on it for a few seconds then a loud whistle rings through the arena but the crew remain focused on the brolly that appeared out of thin air
Marx: For god sake look up!
The camera pans from the belt upwards to the top of the ramp and the scaffold rig set up to be used when taking down the entrance way video screens, about half way up Andrew Marx sits cross legged on a lower plank floor, below that hanging from a support beam about 8 foot up is a table which has a vinyl print of Teo Del Sol's mask on it (at the bottom of the screen a banner reads available at shopwcf.com table sold seperately) and spray painted over the mask with a speech bubble is the words "THROW ME HERE"
Marx: How much more under your skin can I get Teo? I mean shit we haven't had a singles match and now you wanna raise the game when it finally gets to be played? For those of you that missed it or couldn't understand my opponent through his strained groans of pain I'll explain
He swings his legs round onto a ladder and slides down it with both feet on either side of the rungs and then jumps off landing on his feet and walks to the front of the table
Marx: Teo wants a scaffold match, Teo wants a match where the winner gets to chuck the loser basically off a cliff, well I think it's pretty safe to say I accept, it's one thing to beat The People's own champion in front of their eyes but to be given the chance to end his career and possibly take his life in front of their eyes, well thats a whole other opportunity in it's own right. That is the opportunity to throw you from all the way up there
He points back up to the perch he started on
Marx: And watch and listen to the sound as you land right here
He smacks the table suspended above him
Marx: Teo you where already regretting the day you learned the name Andrew Marx, by the end of this however you will be cursing that day with the darkest fibres of your soul when you wake up on thursday morning and your legs don't work anymore. You can take that
He gestures passively to the umbrella
Marx: I have a fresh one waiting for me at the hotel, good evening gentlemen
He walks off whistling his own theme tune back through the curtain and out of site
We get an end plate advertisement for the network
We open on the camera crew moving through the now being broken down Slam Arena, you can hear them amongst the clangs of hammers and the drone of drills chatting amongst themselves with the subject being where the hell the person they are meant to be interviewing is then as they make their way up the ramp something slams hard into it in front of them, it's Andrew Marx blood spattered umbrella from earlier in the night, the camera focuses on it for a few seconds then a loud whistle rings through the arena but the crew remain focused on the brolly that appeared out of thin air
Marx: For god sake look up!
The camera pans from the belt upwards to the top of the ramp and the scaffold rig set up to be used when taking down the entrance way video screens, about half way up Andrew Marx sits cross legged on a lower plank floor, below that hanging from a support beam about 8 foot up is a table which has a vinyl print of Teo Del Sol's mask on it (at the bottom of the screen a banner reads available at shopwcf.com table sold seperately) and spray painted over the mask with a speech bubble is the words "THROW ME HERE"
Marx: How much more under your skin can I get Teo? I mean shit we haven't had a singles match and now you wanna raise the game when it finally gets to be played? For those of you that missed it or couldn't understand my opponent through his strained groans of pain I'll explain
He swings his legs round onto a ladder and slides down it with both feet on either side of the rungs and then jumps off landing on his feet and walks to the front of the table
Marx: Teo wants a scaffold match, Teo wants a match where the winner gets to chuck the loser basically off a cliff, well I think it's pretty safe to say I accept, it's one thing to beat The People's own champion in front of their eyes but to be given the chance to end his career and possibly take his life in front of their eyes, well thats a whole other opportunity in it's own right. That is the opportunity to throw you from all the way up there
He points back up to the perch he started on
Marx: And watch and listen to the sound as you land right here
He smacks the table suspended above him
Marx: Teo you where already regretting the day you learned the name Andrew Marx, by the end of this however you will be cursing that day with the darkest fibres of your soul when you wake up on thursday morning and your legs don't work anymore. You can take that
He gestures passively to the umbrella
Marx: I have a fresh one waiting for me at the hotel, good evening gentlemen
He walks off whistling his own theme tune back through the curtain and out of site
We get an end plate advertisement for the network
