Post by Micky Saint on Mar 24, 2016 18:13:36 GMT -5
We open on Marx getting off his Kawasaki Ninja Motorcycle at a North American Gas Station somewhere, the video is being shot on a cell phone as the owner of the phone approaches the WCF newcomer
Stranger: Excuse me Mr Marx. MR MARX!
Marx: Oh alright mate hows yourself?
Stranger: Mr Marx my names Tony I work for WWI World Wrestling Illustrated its a podcast and facebook page
Marx: Aye mate Ive heard of it, Social media driven dirt sheet IWC TMZ
Stranger: Look man I'm just a wrestling journalist who works for the site, you work for one of the most criticised wrestling companies on the planet and regardless of what that weird bitch Kat phoenix says you definitley get paid a lot more than I do doing it so how about you be a lad as I believe they would say it back where you come from and give me 2 questions
Marx: Ok but lemme do this shit first from the looks of the 75 year old lady inside she hasn't seen the mythbusters where cell phones and gas stations are proven safe shut that the fuck off and we can move off the court
The camera goes dark from there and we reopen after a few seconds of dead air to Marx leaning on his bike
Marx: Ok so what do you wanna know?
Stranger: Well firstly I wanna know what your game plan is going into Explosion with very little momentum,
Marx: Dude don't you get it? I am the fucking Explosion this year I pushed the start button at the very beginning of timebomb by trying to kill Teo Del Sol I am the time bomb and on Sunday I go off, and we all know the ticking of time seems to stall and slow when we get closer to the moment of anticipation right? I am gunna go to the ring and do the same thing I do every other night and that is be a god damn bad ass, a shitty little cunt of a villan in that ring that will make a fool out of this bird of ressurection this enigma with no mystery. The only man to out last me in this company to the point they beat me has beaten everyone who has challenged him I have no disgrace in having the last 2 L's by my name on the record sheet. Next question I gotta leave
He turns and gets on his bike fiddling with his helmet, am umbrella holster has been customised to fit on the bike securely a nice personal touch his grandfather added to this very expensive leaving gift that was waiting for him in the states.
Stranger: I dunno you kinda answered them both right there and then, I guess I leave it open to you, do you have anything you wanna say to the people of wrestling?
Marx: Just the usual, fuck you and such
He kick starts the bike and goes to put his helmet on stopping for a second
Marx: But to the locker room I say this, Warbird is a perfect example of how I view each and everyone of you, worthless, pointless and only there to fill in blanks or get in the fucking way, on Sunday night I will turn it up to 11 and it will not be turned back down until I stand at the end of War with my hand raised as the guy who walked into this company and proved that you don't need anyones belief to be the best, you just need to be a heartless arsehole
With that he puts his helmet on and leaves sending dirt and dust kicking back into the stranger's face
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The following video is supposed to be an advertisement for WCF Supercards, it was posted to WCF.com, make of it what you will
A hat sits on a table in the centre of the shot, off to one side you can see a pair of bare feet sitting apart and just about visible in front leaning on the low table is the brown handle of a golf umbrella and a fur coat hanging on a stand behind it. After a few seconds a playing card is spun across the room landing perfectly in the centre of the old flat cap, as the camera zooms and focuses it is seen to be rules card for the upcoming WCF Supercard game. A blow torch lighter can be heard and the sound of burning paper followed by a long exhale, ice can be heard chinking in a glass and finally a voice follows another card, Greybeards card, as it slowly floats into the hat
Marx: WCF is a company where some weird people reside, I mean look at that the first one out of the pack is a man who tells us all he is a wizard, it's almost as sad as Andre Jenson and whatever the hell that was supposed to be or is supposed to be I don't know if he is even here anymore
Another card Jensons card flys into the hat followed quickly by Oblivion, Torture, Dune, Riddlebox, Zmac, Wade Moor and Vengance
Marx: All these people who think that fear comes from pretending to have some kind of supernatural connection to violence instead of having the balls to just call themselves a psychopath like us respectable maniacs do
He sends Odin's card into the pile Along with Seth Lerch
Marx: We even have men who like to act like they are gods, men who believe that simply because nobody has old them to go away that they think they have something over the rest of us. The ones who actually go out every fucking day and make this company money while you chill and wait for your yearly appearances a ONE and War
Bobby Cairo's card goes into the pile
Marx: Speaking of mother fuckers who don't know how to leave Zmac the best thing the Zombie Cunt ever did was toss this old bastard into a fucking Volcano, Bobby Cairo's name should of been changed to Bobby's gotta let it go about 5 years ago yah know before he had to become a goddamn robot just to keep his star alive?
We see rookie cards fly in like Dag Riddick, Andre Holmes, his own and Kat Phoenix finally a rare rad russian card that will never make it into circulation
Marx (through another toke and exhale): We have rookies who show up and try to be something bigger than we have all seen before taking old ideas, ideals and philosophys that died years ago and trying to bring them back as edgy and fresh now. Dag thinks he is some kind of cross between Rasputin and fuckin Hitler, Kat Pheonix somehow ended up in a powerful office job while nobody knew who the fuck she was, you telling me that is'nt a secretary who sucked a little dick. And even the newbs who where so produced the world gave up on them the minute they hit the metaphorical beam on the entrance and the pace helmet fell off
We get Corey Blacks Card, Jonny and Joey Flash, Jay Price, Jeff Purse and Steve Orbit
Marx: We have the real players or part time players either way I am talking about the people the people pay to see
Teo Del Sols card slams into the hat so hard the fabric riples and he is followed periodically while Marx is talking by a few other younger fan faveourites including the other members of the Peoples choice, Tiff White, Cormack MacNeil
Marx: The guys who love em or hate em need your energy WCF to survive whether it be your hatred or you love these are the men and women who depend on the people to survive, then we have just a whole bunch of other dicks
He tosses in the cards of Adam Young, Doc Henry, Mikey Extreme, Caliban's card is in there another that will never see circulation, Jonny Rabid and Benjamin Areyu as well
Marx: Just a bunch of people who have been there and lost it, or lost it never getting there loud mouths with very little to show for it and thats fine if you just wanna make money filling in the gaps for everyone else but me, I'm never gunna be like them even though more and more every week I feel like thats what will end up being expected of me, put on a great match, tell a great story but achieve nothing in the wake of others. In wrestling they call that a glass ceiling
Finally the card of CJ Phoenix flies into the hat and you can hear marx give a short laugh under his breath
Marx: Ah just the man I was looking for,
the camera finally turns to find Marx sitting in a large leather wingback chair, beside him is yet another umbrella hanging off the large wooden arm, his knees bent up from having his feet on the coffee table, he barely looks at the camera from under his large black cape like hood and jus keeps throwing cards into the hat
Marx: I had a good start, couple of wins got the face out there, took a detour off a cliff thanks to Teo but I probably had that coming for accepting his batshit crazy challenge but that doesn't matter. I did what I wanted, I achieved what I needed too. The speed bump came at the hands of an incapable piece of shit like Warbird last week, I had momentum mother fucker, I was ready to go on a tear and you dropped the fucking ball, why? Because your entire personality is based on the fact that you supposedly don't give a shit. The only good thing that came out of that shit storm was the chance to go against someone good enough to make an example this Sunday, to take an up and comer who likes to make the crowd scream his name a man who will one day surely be in a similar spot to the masked manipulator of WCF Teo Del Sol. Phoenix could very well be the man I chase to the top of this company, Sunday night could be the beginning of a war that could make us both mega stars, thats what they say right? All you need is one good feud and you are off to the races
He takes a sip from his glass, the liquid is a strange carbonated orange substance called Lucozade, the oldest and best selling energy drink in the UK, something he and pretty much everybody else in Britain where hooked on When the only Rockstars where Kurt Cobain, Tim Armstrong and Lars Ulrich. He places his feet on the ground and looks into the camera with his head cocked on side, with every word he speaks next a card with CJ's face on it bounces off the lens
Marx: At... least... thats... meant... to... be... the... plan... right!?
The last card is thrown so hard it makes an audible ping as it bounces off the glass
Marx: But really I am not interested in long winded drawn out fights with someone who doesn't have anything I want, Sunday night will not be the beginning of something, it will simply be the end of CJ Phoenix. All the bravado, the swagger, the talking will go away. You see CJ needs to win this as much as I do, he has the ability right now to say that he carried a team to a win against 2 of his peers in the next big thing category in this company, he pinned the weak one though, the statement would of been 5 times bigger if he had pinned me, he didn't because I won't let him, I decide when I have had enough in a match nobody else, I control my own fate, you see this jaw
He points at his chin
Marx: This is made of granite, you couldn't knock me out with a fuck sledgehammer so let me ask you this Phoenix, are you prepared to batter a man half to death just to get him to quit? Because that's what a 3 count is for me, it is me making the decision to give up because I can't take it anymore and Phoenix the reason I have'nt been pinned yet? Is because I can take a whole helluva lot than someone like you is capable of dishing out. Phoenix I am sure you where a fighter growing up
He settles back into his chair resting and relighting his joint, refilling his glass and putting his feet back up then starts throwing cards again hitting the target everytime but he is now focusing on the camera lens instead
Marx: CJ I see you, I see the person you want the whole world to see and the person trying to be him, you are an enigma without a mystery, a Phoenix without a cause of death a rebel without a clue where the fuck he is going in this world. Thats why nobody knows that much about him other than the fact that he is pretty, Phoenix is one of those guys the company likes to keep around for the ladys like Teo after he started to wear a mask and cover that "face" of his. He is fun to watch in the ring and whether he pretends to do it by accident or not he is more than willing to murder his own career to make the crowd go bannanas. To some degree I kinda respect that though, even the bastards in us like to impress 10,000 people in an arena once we get in the ring, if we didn't what the fuck would we be doing here? But you see while CJ achieves this by doing big flashy maneuvers, by flipping and flopping all around the ring I do it by taking those flippy flop maneuvers or a big mans super strength or another grappling artists own piece of work and turn it against them in ways this industry has never seen, that is what makes me better than CJ pheonix, that is what makes me better than every man woman and supernatural entity in that hat right now and THAT IS WHY I WILL BE THE ACTUAL EXPLOSION THE ONE STARTED AT TIMEBOMB AND I WILL LEAVE CARNAGE IN MY WAKE SO FUCKING HEAVY IT WILL MAKE ISIS CRY
ONE THAT WILL CARRY ME TO THE ULTIMATE GOAL OF MONEY... FAME... AND... IMMORTALITY!!!!
One final card hits the lens and the video ends there
Stranger: Excuse me Mr Marx. MR MARX!
Marx: Oh alright mate hows yourself?
Stranger: Mr Marx my names Tony I work for WWI World Wrestling Illustrated its a podcast and facebook page
Marx: Aye mate Ive heard of it, Social media driven dirt sheet IWC TMZ
Stranger: Look man I'm just a wrestling journalist who works for the site, you work for one of the most criticised wrestling companies on the planet and regardless of what that weird bitch Kat phoenix says you definitley get paid a lot more than I do doing it so how about you be a lad as I believe they would say it back where you come from and give me 2 questions
Marx: Ok but lemme do this shit first from the looks of the 75 year old lady inside she hasn't seen the mythbusters where cell phones and gas stations are proven safe shut that the fuck off and we can move off the court
The camera goes dark from there and we reopen after a few seconds of dead air to Marx leaning on his bike
Marx: Ok so what do you wanna know?
Stranger: Well firstly I wanna know what your game plan is going into Explosion with very little momentum,
Marx: Dude don't you get it? I am the fucking Explosion this year I pushed the start button at the very beginning of timebomb by trying to kill Teo Del Sol I am the time bomb and on Sunday I go off, and we all know the ticking of time seems to stall and slow when we get closer to the moment of anticipation right? I am gunna go to the ring and do the same thing I do every other night and that is be a god damn bad ass, a shitty little cunt of a villan in that ring that will make a fool out of this bird of ressurection this enigma with no mystery. The only man to out last me in this company to the point they beat me has beaten everyone who has challenged him I have no disgrace in having the last 2 L's by my name on the record sheet. Next question I gotta leave
He turns and gets on his bike fiddling with his helmet, am umbrella holster has been customised to fit on the bike securely a nice personal touch his grandfather added to this very expensive leaving gift that was waiting for him in the states.
Stranger: I dunno you kinda answered them both right there and then, I guess I leave it open to you, do you have anything you wanna say to the people of wrestling?
Marx: Just the usual, fuck you and such
He kick starts the bike and goes to put his helmet on stopping for a second
Marx: But to the locker room I say this, Warbird is a perfect example of how I view each and everyone of you, worthless, pointless and only there to fill in blanks or get in the fucking way, on Sunday night I will turn it up to 11 and it will not be turned back down until I stand at the end of War with my hand raised as the guy who walked into this company and proved that you don't need anyones belief to be the best, you just need to be a heartless arsehole
With that he puts his helmet on and leaves sending dirt and dust kicking back into the stranger's face
***************************************************************************
The following video is supposed to be an advertisement for WCF Supercards, it was posted to WCF.com, make of it what you will
A hat sits on a table in the centre of the shot, off to one side you can see a pair of bare feet sitting apart and just about visible in front leaning on the low table is the brown handle of a golf umbrella and a fur coat hanging on a stand behind it. After a few seconds a playing card is spun across the room landing perfectly in the centre of the old flat cap, as the camera zooms and focuses it is seen to be rules card for the upcoming WCF Supercard game. A blow torch lighter can be heard and the sound of burning paper followed by a long exhale, ice can be heard chinking in a glass and finally a voice follows another card, Greybeards card, as it slowly floats into the hat
Marx: WCF is a company where some weird people reside, I mean look at that the first one out of the pack is a man who tells us all he is a wizard, it's almost as sad as Andre Jenson and whatever the hell that was supposed to be or is supposed to be I don't know if he is even here anymore
Another card Jensons card flys into the hat followed quickly by Oblivion, Torture, Dune, Riddlebox, Zmac, Wade Moor and Vengance
Marx: All these people who think that fear comes from pretending to have some kind of supernatural connection to violence instead of having the balls to just call themselves a psychopath like us respectable maniacs do
He sends Odin's card into the pile Along with Seth Lerch
Marx: We even have men who like to act like they are gods, men who believe that simply because nobody has old them to go away that they think they have something over the rest of us. The ones who actually go out every fucking day and make this company money while you chill and wait for your yearly appearances a ONE and War
Bobby Cairo's card goes into the pile
Marx: Speaking of mother fuckers who don't know how to leave Zmac the best thing the Zombie Cunt ever did was toss this old bastard into a fucking Volcano, Bobby Cairo's name should of been changed to Bobby's gotta let it go about 5 years ago yah know before he had to become a goddamn robot just to keep his star alive?
We see rookie cards fly in like Dag Riddick, Andre Holmes, his own and Kat Phoenix finally a rare rad russian card that will never make it into circulation
Marx (through another toke and exhale): We have rookies who show up and try to be something bigger than we have all seen before taking old ideas, ideals and philosophys that died years ago and trying to bring them back as edgy and fresh now. Dag thinks he is some kind of cross between Rasputin and fuckin Hitler, Kat Pheonix somehow ended up in a powerful office job while nobody knew who the fuck she was, you telling me that is'nt a secretary who sucked a little dick. And even the newbs who where so produced the world gave up on them the minute they hit the metaphorical beam on the entrance and the pace helmet fell off
We get Corey Blacks Card, Jonny and Joey Flash, Jay Price, Jeff Purse and Steve Orbit
Marx: We have the real players or part time players either way I am talking about the people the people pay to see
Teo Del Sols card slams into the hat so hard the fabric riples and he is followed periodically while Marx is talking by a few other younger fan faveourites including the other members of the Peoples choice, Tiff White, Cormack MacNeil
Marx: The guys who love em or hate em need your energy WCF to survive whether it be your hatred or you love these are the men and women who depend on the people to survive, then we have just a whole bunch of other dicks
He tosses in the cards of Adam Young, Doc Henry, Mikey Extreme, Caliban's card is in there another that will never see circulation, Jonny Rabid and Benjamin Areyu as well
Marx: Just a bunch of people who have been there and lost it, or lost it never getting there loud mouths with very little to show for it and thats fine if you just wanna make money filling in the gaps for everyone else but me, I'm never gunna be like them even though more and more every week I feel like thats what will end up being expected of me, put on a great match, tell a great story but achieve nothing in the wake of others. In wrestling they call that a glass ceiling
Finally the card of CJ Phoenix flies into the hat and you can hear marx give a short laugh under his breath
Marx: Ah just the man I was looking for,
the camera finally turns to find Marx sitting in a large leather wingback chair, beside him is yet another umbrella hanging off the large wooden arm, his knees bent up from having his feet on the coffee table, he barely looks at the camera from under his large black cape like hood and jus keeps throwing cards into the hat
Marx: I had a good start, couple of wins got the face out there, took a detour off a cliff thanks to Teo but I probably had that coming for accepting his batshit crazy challenge but that doesn't matter. I did what I wanted, I achieved what I needed too. The speed bump came at the hands of an incapable piece of shit like Warbird last week, I had momentum mother fucker, I was ready to go on a tear and you dropped the fucking ball, why? Because your entire personality is based on the fact that you supposedly don't give a shit. The only good thing that came out of that shit storm was the chance to go against someone good enough to make an example this Sunday, to take an up and comer who likes to make the crowd scream his name a man who will one day surely be in a similar spot to the masked manipulator of WCF Teo Del Sol. Phoenix could very well be the man I chase to the top of this company, Sunday night could be the beginning of a war that could make us both mega stars, thats what they say right? All you need is one good feud and you are off to the races
He takes a sip from his glass, the liquid is a strange carbonated orange substance called Lucozade, the oldest and best selling energy drink in the UK, something he and pretty much everybody else in Britain where hooked on When the only Rockstars where Kurt Cobain, Tim Armstrong and Lars Ulrich. He places his feet on the ground and looks into the camera with his head cocked on side, with every word he speaks next a card with CJ's face on it bounces off the lens
Marx: At... least... thats... meant... to... be... the... plan... right!?
The last card is thrown so hard it makes an audible ping as it bounces off the glass
Marx: But really I am not interested in long winded drawn out fights with someone who doesn't have anything I want, Sunday night will not be the beginning of something, it will simply be the end of CJ Phoenix. All the bravado, the swagger, the talking will go away. You see CJ needs to win this as much as I do, he has the ability right now to say that he carried a team to a win against 2 of his peers in the next big thing category in this company, he pinned the weak one though, the statement would of been 5 times bigger if he had pinned me, he didn't because I won't let him, I decide when I have had enough in a match nobody else, I control my own fate, you see this jaw
He points at his chin
Marx: This is made of granite, you couldn't knock me out with a fuck sledgehammer so let me ask you this Phoenix, are you prepared to batter a man half to death just to get him to quit? Because that's what a 3 count is for me, it is me making the decision to give up because I can't take it anymore and Phoenix the reason I have'nt been pinned yet? Is because I can take a whole helluva lot than someone like you is capable of dishing out. Phoenix I am sure you where a fighter growing up
He settles back into his chair resting and relighting his joint, refilling his glass and putting his feet back up then starts throwing cards again hitting the target everytime but he is now focusing on the camera lens instead
Marx: CJ I see you, I see the person you want the whole world to see and the person trying to be him, you are an enigma without a mystery, a Phoenix without a cause of death a rebel without a clue where the fuck he is going in this world. Thats why nobody knows that much about him other than the fact that he is pretty, Phoenix is one of those guys the company likes to keep around for the ladys like Teo after he started to wear a mask and cover that "face" of his. He is fun to watch in the ring and whether he pretends to do it by accident or not he is more than willing to murder his own career to make the crowd go bannanas. To some degree I kinda respect that though, even the bastards in us like to impress 10,000 people in an arena once we get in the ring, if we didn't what the fuck would we be doing here? But you see while CJ achieves this by doing big flashy maneuvers, by flipping and flopping all around the ring I do it by taking those flippy flop maneuvers or a big mans super strength or another grappling artists own piece of work and turn it against them in ways this industry has never seen, that is what makes me better than CJ pheonix, that is what makes me better than every man woman and supernatural entity in that hat right now and THAT IS WHY I WILL BE THE ACTUAL EXPLOSION THE ONE STARTED AT TIMEBOMB AND I WILL LEAVE CARNAGE IN MY WAKE SO FUCKING HEAVY IT WILL MAKE ISIS CRY
ONE THAT WILL CARRY ME TO THE ULTIMATE GOAL OF MONEY... FAME... AND... IMMORTALITY!!!!
One final card hits the lens and the video ends there
