Post by Micky Saint on Mar 20, 2016 0:51:57 GMT -5
We open on a shoreline, looking out across a rough sea, above the clouds are grey and threatening and above the sea birds skree loud as they swoop in and around the cliffs and caves that make up the landscape. The camera continues to pan around until it finds Andrew Marx sitting on the edge of a cliff a couple of feet away, his legs dangle over the edge as he sits with his umbrella up smoking a spliff. He is trying to hide it but he is sitting tenderly, obviously still sore after his war with Teo Del Sol his fur coat wrapped up round him to keep the whistling wind off his neck
Marx: Ladies and Gentlemen of the WCF I would like to bid you welcome to the little piece of paradise The Marx have been hiding out in for 20 years, a place a lot of you uneducated yankee twats will never of heard of. This my friends is Jersey
Behind the camera who ever is holding it can be heard laughing out loud
Marx: Oh shut up yah dipstick not that place, that horrifying land of fake titties and Pussy Slips.... Why did I come here again?
Camera Guy (voice raised above the breeze): You missed your family
Marx: Fuck off I moved half way round the world to get away from you twats
Camera Guy: Still sitting here now little brother
Marx: Oh shut up Matty you aren't my brother you are just another kid my dad had when he was running around South America setting up coke deals for Granda
Matty: And I will be doing the same thing once Dad takes over the business hence why you are a wrestler, it was either that or be a high level goon
Marx: Folks the voice you are hearing but not seeing is my face for the radio half brother Matthew Marx an Argentine street rat that managed to be lucky enough to drop out of the biggest foreign drug trafficker in Tijuana's bollox after my Dad took a 2 year trip through Argentina before he got me mum up the sprout on a visit home and so that makes him someone too important for you to see his face. That English accents fake too, he really sounds like someone shoved a chimichanga up a chicken's arse and then shoved the chicken down his throat
Matty (in a fake Argentinian accent): Hey now stay on topic, it's fucking cold out here Andy, I'm doing tchu a favour
Marx smiles at his Brother and motions to him with the spliff, Matty walks closer to him and drops and sits down taking it from him over the lens of the camera
Marx: See folks my family doesn't exactly do things the right way, I had to purge everything I ever had connected to them to be able to live this life, luckily choosing wrestling at 13 and pretty much being able to do whatever the hell I wanted at that age with the help of legitimate money
Matty: Gotta have a front end
Marx: Gotta have a front end is right but we ain't telling you what that is, let's just say if you knew we would be more like Santa than Satan to the British Public but whatever
Matty: You flood a couple of countries full of a billion dollars worth of coke and no matter what good deeds you do
Matty and Marx: The stinking bastard of a man is coming for you
The brothers laugh together and Marx stands up,
Marx: fuck this sitting shite I'm going for a walk on the beach we can finish this down there
The camera does a hard cut and we find ourselves down on the shoreline above the cliff we where on before with Marx now strolling along the beach brolly still up and a black cape like hood coming out over the top of his fur coats ample collar
Marx: So after this week off I find out I'm tagging with Warbird?
Matty (handing the smoke back): Whats a warbird?
Marx: I'm not sure, the guy just seems like someone who walked in the back and punched enough people till they game him a match, we came in around the same time, jailbird kinda guy. Dudes ripe for the pay off I could probably slip him a 100 quid and he would do the entire match for me and allow me to get the pin I mean guys like CJ and Lucy are made to get their heads kicked in by a guy like this. It's nice to know I don't have to worry about my partner this week, the guys a tool willing or unwilling and I can use him and our opponents to get back on the right track
Matty: I hope so you were half dead when you arrived here last week
Marx: Well I took a hundred million foot drop through hell what do you want from
Matty: To be the man who put people through hell not the other way round you bin lid what else, what use will you be to me and the empire if you cannae fuckin stand
Marx: About as much use as I can be when I have the most recognisable face in sports entertainment
Matty: Only if the other ugliest fucker on the planet drops out
Marx: You mean Kathy Phoenix?
Matty: Hell no I'd bash those back doors in given a sliver of a chance
Marx: Aye but you would bash an actual back door in after 4 pints of stella, you remember that moose Elaine?
Matty: MOOSE! Elaine was fit as fuck you were just pissed she wouldnt tickle em for you once she was done with me
Marx: Anyways my opponents this week are far from Teo Del Sol's surprising calibre, I mean they both look like they should be tag teaming a midget in some gender confused inter racial gimp masked leprachaun fantasy I mean to start with look at Lucy, the dudes been in some kind of weird rape pentangle love story with pretty much every new man woman and Dag that's come through the door since he got here. I'm glad I don't have to watch the shows anymore now I'm on them I can just watch the matches because fuck me do I not need to see a soap opera from these people. Then there's CJ and his crew of face of failure cunts so ugly one of them covers it up for the world's pleasure a couple of pretty flippy wrestlers, you know what I call pretty wrestlers? Easy targets, I see the dudes doing moonsaults and know a million different ways to make that end badly for you.......
A voice off camera suddenly breaks in carried over the wind, it is obviously one of distress, a thick Scottish accent in female tones can be heard and Matty turns the camera to view a large woman attempting to sprint towards them waving, as she reaches the 2 she is visibly out of breath, her face is red and her eyes are streaming with tears
Stranger: Excuse me! Excuse me! Please have you seen a young girl? She is 5 years old so very small, we where packing up the car and I turned my back for a second and now she is gone, I have had to spend all day trying to keep her out of this water and I’m terrified that….
As she is going through her story the camera goes between her and Marx, he nods and listens to her and then reaches out touching her arm interrupting her
Marx: I understand completely you must be absolutely terrified, I know I would be if my dog had gone missing like that, now would you mind fucking off we are trying to film something for a TV show here
The stranger's face adds another emotion to it’s already terrified and exhausted roster
Stranger: But…. But please I can’t find my child and I’m here alone down from Aberdeen for the weekend I….
But she doesn’t even get to finish her sentence as the couple push past her and keep moving, Marx starts talking almost immediately having to raise his voice to drown out the screams of the panicking mother they are leaving behind
Marx: These guys, these barely larger than a shit flippy fly boy wrestlers with no balls and too much adrenaline I mean they are great fun to watch, real fun to have on the show but when it comes down to it, they are the easiest people in the world to really fucking hurt, you wanna counter a choke hold? Good Luck, you wanna counter like a shooting star press or something? Move, just move, just make the fucker thing, he has you where he wants you and then simply roll to one side and watch the silly bastard bust a jaw on the Mat easy peasy lemon squeezy
He takes out a small hip flask and takes a shot from it throwing it to his brother behind the camera and taking another joint out of a silver cigarette case and lighting it with a blow torch lighter to counter act the wind which seems to be stronger as the waves out to sea get higher
Marx: Look it's real simple, this company these people, that locker room, they know what I am about now, even if I am not walking this beach wearing gold round my waist I still achieved my goal. Everyone, EVERYONE in that company is now looking over their shoulder, anyone who has a belt knows the tactics I will bring against them, the physical and mental games I play when I get the chance to hurt people. So safe to say I'm pretty damn.....
Above them a seabird screeches loud and mixed with the wind the words get lost Matty behind the camera signals this to him and he stops and waits for the noise to pass
Marx: Confident about this thing on Sunday night even if I have to win it all by myself it doesn't matter, WCF I have had my big unveiling, I have shown you what I am capable of doing and the people I am capable of doing it too so why? Why should I be afraid of any of you? Why should I sweat any of you? Why when I lock up with Lucinda on Sunday night and I look into his beady bloodshot eye liner caked eyes should I be thinking about anything but total and utter annihilation. Because I don't slap hands with the fans? Because the refs hate when I break at 4.9 instead of 2 like the good boys do? Should I see my passion for your pain as a hinderance? No, no I didn't think so, Fuck sake would you look at that
He throws an arm in the direction of the rolling shoreline and the camera turns to see a small pink coat not large enough to belong to anyone older than a 5 year old, he walks out into the sea showing that he has no shoes on and his jeans are rolled up above the ankle anyways. He plucks the discarded item out of the surf and shakes it off walking out of the water and up to a rubbish bin a few feet away and finishes his promo as he walks back towards the camera
Marx: Look it's getting cold so I'll leave you with this, Lucy and Phoenix you lads are probably the ones who should win this, you are the ones the world would like to see stood tall hands in the air, that's fine, I'm fine with that. But you won't be, even though I have a tag partner who couldn't give a fuck about anything beyond wiping his own backside after a shite I care. I care deeply about making you suffer, I care massively about making the crowd cringe as they imagine your pain as their own, I care about making the people uncomfortable, I care about making you scream and by the end of the night the 2 of you hell maybe even the 3 of you won't be the ones anyone is looking at stood tall, it will be me and if Warbird wills it, it will be only me keep that in mind jail bird
Matty: HEY!
Marx: Oh fuck off Kiddie Prison in Spain is not the same as real life jail
Matty: It fucking is you prick, you left me there for a year because your damn ambition wouldn't allow you to be connected to....
Marx: Matty shut your hole or you will say to much again
Matthew shuts up again quickly
Marx: WCF I am ready for the next challenge, who knows maybe this time I'll choose my own, say hi to a champion just for the fun of it, don't worry I am not about to go on one of those rants about the world champion. I'm not that much of a newb but I see some ripe fruit around my level on the tree. I like to call it the international quarter. Who knows maybe I'll walk out and punch Dag Dickless in the face on TV, I just feel that confident right now, please, please try and stop me
Behind them in the distance another loud chilling scream can be heard, the mother found her child
Marx: Ladies and Gentlemen of the WCF I would like to bid you welcome to the little piece of paradise The Marx have been hiding out in for 20 years, a place a lot of you uneducated yankee twats will never of heard of. This my friends is Jersey
Behind the camera who ever is holding it can be heard laughing out loud
Marx: Oh shut up yah dipstick not that place, that horrifying land of fake titties and Pussy Slips.... Why did I come here again?
Camera Guy (voice raised above the breeze): You missed your family
Marx: Fuck off I moved half way round the world to get away from you twats
Camera Guy: Still sitting here now little brother
Marx: Oh shut up Matty you aren't my brother you are just another kid my dad had when he was running around South America setting up coke deals for Granda
Matty: And I will be doing the same thing once Dad takes over the business hence why you are a wrestler, it was either that or be a high level goon
Marx: Folks the voice you are hearing but not seeing is my face for the radio half brother Matthew Marx an Argentine street rat that managed to be lucky enough to drop out of the biggest foreign drug trafficker in Tijuana's bollox after my Dad took a 2 year trip through Argentina before he got me mum up the sprout on a visit home and so that makes him someone too important for you to see his face. That English accents fake too, he really sounds like someone shoved a chimichanga up a chicken's arse and then shoved the chicken down his throat
Matty (in a fake Argentinian accent): Hey now stay on topic, it's fucking cold out here Andy, I'm doing tchu a favour
Marx smiles at his Brother and motions to him with the spliff, Matty walks closer to him and drops and sits down taking it from him over the lens of the camera
Marx: See folks my family doesn't exactly do things the right way, I had to purge everything I ever had connected to them to be able to live this life, luckily choosing wrestling at 13 and pretty much being able to do whatever the hell I wanted at that age with the help of legitimate money
Matty: Gotta have a front end
Marx: Gotta have a front end is right but we ain't telling you what that is, let's just say if you knew we would be more like Santa than Satan to the British Public but whatever
Matty: You flood a couple of countries full of a billion dollars worth of coke and no matter what good deeds you do
Matty and Marx: The stinking bastard of a man is coming for you
The brothers laugh together and Marx stands up,
Marx: fuck this sitting shite I'm going for a walk on the beach we can finish this down there
The camera does a hard cut and we find ourselves down on the shoreline above the cliff we where on before with Marx now strolling along the beach brolly still up and a black cape like hood coming out over the top of his fur coats ample collar
Marx: So after this week off I find out I'm tagging with Warbird?
Matty (handing the smoke back): Whats a warbird?
Marx: I'm not sure, the guy just seems like someone who walked in the back and punched enough people till they game him a match, we came in around the same time, jailbird kinda guy. Dudes ripe for the pay off I could probably slip him a 100 quid and he would do the entire match for me and allow me to get the pin I mean guys like CJ and Lucy are made to get their heads kicked in by a guy like this. It's nice to know I don't have to worry about my partner this week, the guys a tool willing or unwilling and I can use him and our opponents to get back on the right track
Matty: I hope so you were half dead when you arrived here last week
Marx: Well I took a hundred million foot drop through hell what do you want from
Matty: To be the man who put people through hell not the other way round you bin lid what else, what use will you be to me and the empire if you cannae fuckin stand
Marx: About as much use as I can be when I have the most recognisable face in sports entertainment
Matty: Only if the other ugliest fucker on the planet drops out
Marx: You mean Kathy Phoenix?
Matty: Hell no I'd bash those back doors in given a sliver of a chance
Marx: Aye but you would bash an actual back door in after 4 pints of stella, you remember that moose Elaine?
Matty: MOOSE! Elaine was fit as fuck you were just pissed she wouldnt tickle em for you once she was done with me
Marx: Anyways my opponents this week are far from Teo Del Sol's surprising calibre, I mean they both look like they should be tag teaming a midget in some gender confused inter racial gimp masked leprachaun fantasy I mean to start with look at Lucy, the dudes been in some kind of weird rape pentangle love story with pretty much every new man woman and Dag that's come through the door since he got here. I'm glad I don't have to watch the shows anymore now I'm on them I can just watch the matches because fuck me do I not need to see a soap opera from these people. Then there's CJ and his crew of face of failure cunts so ugly one of them covers it up for the world's pleasure a couple of pretty flippy wrestlers, you know what I call pretty wrestlers? Easy targets, I see the dudes doing moonsaults and know a million different ways to make that end badly for you.......
A voice off camera suddenly breaks in carried over the wind, it is obviously one of distress, a thick Scottish accent in female tones can be heard and Matty turns the camera to view a large woman attempting to sprint towards them waving, as she reaches the 2 she is visibly out of breath, her face is red and her eyes are streaming with tears
Stranger: Excuse me! Excuse me! Please have you seen a young girl? She is 5 years old so very small, we where packing up the car and I turned my back for a second and now she is gone, I have had to spend all day trying to keep her out of this water and I’m terrified that….
As she is going through her story the camera goes between her and Marx, he nods and listens to her and then reaches out touching her arm interrupting her
Marx: I understand completely you must be absolutely terrified, I know I would be if my dog had gone missing like that, now would you mind fucking off we are trying to film something for a TV show here
The stranger's face adds another emotion to it’s already terrified and exhausted roster
Stranger: But…. But please I can’t find my child and I’m here alone down from Aberdeen for the weekend I….
But she doesn’t even get to finish her sentence as the couple push past her and keep moving, Marx starts talking almost immediately having to raise his voice to drown out the screams of the panicking mother they are leaving behind
Marx: These guys, these barely larger than a shit flippy fly boy wrestlers with no balls and too much adrenaline I mean they are great fun to watch, real fun to have on the show but when it comes down to it, they are the easiest people in the world to really fucking hurt, you wanna counter a choke hold? Good Luck, you wanna counter like a shooting star press or something? Move, just move, just make the fucker thing, he has you where he wants you and then simply roll to one side and watch the silly bastard bust a jaw on the Mat easy peasy lemon squeezy
He takes out a small hip flask and takes a shot from it throwing it to his brother behind the camera and taking another joint out of a silver cigarette case and lighting it with a blow torch lighter to counter act the wind which seems to be stronger as the waves out to sea get higher
Marx: Look it's real simple, this company these people, that locker room, they know what I am about now, even if I am not walking this beach wearing gold round my waist I still achieved my goal. Everyone, EVERYONE in that company is now looking over their shoulder, anyone who has a belt knows the tactics I will bring against them, the physical and mental games I play when I get the chance to hurt people. So safe to say I'm pretty damn.....
Above them a seabird screeches loud and mixed with the wind the words get lost Matty behind the camera signals this to him and he stops and waits for the noise to pass
Marx: Confident about this thing on Sunday night even if I have to win it all by myself it doesn't matter, WCF I have had my big unveiling, I have shown you what I am capable of doing and the people I am capable of doing it too so why? Why should I be afraid of any of you? Why should I sweat any of you? Why when I lock up with Lucinda on Sunday night and I look into his beady bloodshot eye liner caked eyes should I be thinking about anything but total and utter annihilation. Because I don't slap hands with the fans? Because the refs hate when I break at 4.9 instead of 2 like the good boys do? Should I see my passion for your pain as a hinderance? No, no I didn't think so, Fuck sake would you look at that
He throws an arm in the direction of the rolling shoreline and the camera turns to see a small pink coat not large enough to belong to anyone older than a 5 year old, he walks out into the sea showing that he has no shoes on and his jeans are rolled up above the ankle anyways. He plucks the discarded item out of the surf and shakes it off walking out of the water and up to a rubbish bin a few feet away and finishes his promo as he walks back towards the camera
Marx: Look it's getting cold so I'll leave you with this, Lucy and Phoenix you lads are probably the ones who should win this, you are the ones the world would like to see stood tall hands in the air, that's fine, I'm fine with that. But you won't be, even though I have a tag partner who couldn't give a fuck about anything beyond wiping his own backside after a shite I care. I care deeply about making you suffer, I care massively about making the crowd cringe as they imagine your pain as their own, I care about making the people uncomfortable, I care about making you scream and by the end of the night the 2 of you hell maybe even the 3 of you won't be the ones anyone is looking at stood tall, it will be me and if Warbird wills it, it will be only me keep that in mind jail bird
Matty: HEY!
Marx: Oh fuck off Kiddie Prison in Spain is not the same as real life jail
Matty: It fucking is you prick, you left me there for a year because your damn ambition wouldn't allow you to be connected to....
Marx: Matty shut your hole or you will say to much again
Matthew shuts up again quickly
Marx: WCF I am ready for the next challenge, who knows maybe this time I'll choose my own, say hi to a champion just for the fun of it, don't worry I am not about to go on one of those rants about the world champion. I'm not that much of a newb but I see some ripe fruit around my level on the tree. I like to call it the international quarter. Who knows maybe I'll walk out and punch Dag Dickless in the face on TV, I just feel that confident right now, please, please try and stop me
Behind them in the distance another loud chilling scream can be heard, the mother found her child
