Post by Micky Saint on Apr 17, 2016 13:21:24 GMT -5
We open on Marx standing alone in a wrestling ring somewhere, the room is empty bar him and the crew, he has a sorrowful look on his face as he begins to speak, accompanying his words are 10 bells somewhere in the background
Marx: This week I wanna start by acknowledging something, in the last few days we have lost more than one of my favorite wrestlers of all time, both of these men were tag team competitors at their core and while they where wildly different in some ways there was one word that brought them both together. One phrase would put them on the same level that if they ever stood in a ring together on the same side, ripped jeans and tie die mixing with Black Trunks, a Cowboy hat and face fuzz that phrase? Badass. One was a blackjack, a fucking billy club, a whole shit ton of fuck you up, the other was a hardcore chair swinging freak but both men were legendary brawlers so before I go any further I would like dedicate the ass kickin I am about to hand out to Phoenix on Sunday night to those men. This will be a brawl, no more pretty shit, no more impressing the crowd, I couldn't care less if the people are entertained by Sunday night. This will be a fight Mulligan can be proud of, and if all else fails maybe Ill throw in a chair shot, just for Balls, we will miss you gentlemen.......
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We open with a wcf camera crew climbing up a narrow service stair case, it's not easy with the gear they are hauling and all of the men grumble, one yells out in pain as a tripod leg shakes loose and glances him in the balls. They finally reach the fire door at the top and burst out into the sunlight, the sky is bright oranges with rays of sun down, off in the distance only half the yellow orb is visible, as they walk out one of the screams
Crew Member: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!
The crews camera flashes on and we switch to it's view, Marx is standing on the edge of the building on the very lip of the wall separating a body from certain oblivion
Marx: Reminding myself what it's like to be fearless, reminding myself what it's like to take away a little bit of my self control, I am embracing that little voice in the back of everyones mind that chimes in, in situations like this, you know the one, the one saying
He puts on a slightly goofy voice
Marx: Hey you should jump, I know they told you yah couldn't but you always suspected you could fly, this is the only way to find out
He drops the act
Marx: I've been finding ways to embrace that voice since the first day I walked into a wrestling school at 14 in Cynon Valley South Wales to be trained under Paddy Sinclair a former student of Jonny Kidd and Robbie Brookside, not a known wrestler but he has trained some more high profile individuals in the British public for discreet careers in all manners of in ring, self defense and combat sport training.
He still hasn't turned to face them but he can be seen lighting a joint
Marx: Gentlemen I believe it's time I told you the story of my journey to WCF how I started wrestling and everything you really need to know about Andrew Marx
A sound almost like a gavel snaps and we flash to a fast approaching frosted glass door at the end of a hallway, footsteps are the only sound heard text runs across the screen informing us of the date and our location
Date: 7th November 2004 Location: Somewhere deep in the Welsh Valleys
We hear Marx voice narrating the scene as we reach the door and read the words "Gym Manager's office, Pay or go away" the camera adjusts and we see a young Marx standing shaking in front of this door. Behind him what looks like a retainer or body guard is talking on a phone while 3 others are spread out covering different quadrants of the massive open plan building. In the background are 3 wrestling rings and all kinds of workout equipment
Marx: You know whats great about your family having money? The fact that you get to have the best money can buy in every situation, you know what's the best thing about that money being dirty? The fact that you have access to an infinity of possibilities for what to spend that money on. See that kid? That's me I am gunna stand in front of that door for a full 20 minutes counting every second before I knock the door so strap in folks, see I had got into some real trouble a little too young for my parents liking
The boy reaches for the door handle and watches his hand shake retracting it again
Marx: My Grandad sorted it, he paid it all away which I was grateful for but it turned out I was not being rewarded by him doing that as my naive self did find out pretty soon afterwards. See my family had decided that I was taking the things I was doing too far, the playground brawls where nuts and I didn't exactly go for small fish the first day of secondary school I heard a kid through the name Krae out into the ether presenting himself as a third gen gangsta extraordinaire, I broke the boy's arm using a move I watched Dean Malenko pull, it would later be taught to me as the cross arm breaker and I did just that I snapped the kids arm in 2 and warned him this was Marx territory. The Prep School I went too was populated by low and high profile criminal kids and I had a habit of fighting the important ones, the Mad dogs, the Krae's, I put a Sands boy through a window so every republican paramilitary cunt in Ireland wanted to murder me and most Catholics in Northern Ireland did too. The family needed me to go the fuck away for a while and at 15 that means one thing when you are a player's kid like me, boarding school.
The young version of him turns to his companion hoping for a smile or some support but the man doesn't even glance at the small kid who turns back and attempts to swallow his fear again. That is till he hears someone slam a fist on a table on the other side of the door
Marx: Ill bet you where that kinda asshole at high school too weren't you CJ? Probably a little quiet which attracted the loud crowd trying to get you to put your dukes up or whatever you Yanks say, I'll bet you fought the same kids nearly every damn day of your pitiful young existence and never once started it properly, sure you probably threw the first punch but I'd say they had to push you too do it but no matter how hard you hit them they just kept coming back for more. Sounds a little familiar doesn't it CJ? See that was the first difference between the 2 of us and it existed even back then when we where going through the same imposed school system on different sides of the planet. Anyone who ever started a fight with me and lost it, never came back for round 2, I'm gunna prove that on Sunday night by beating you so badly there will be no rubber match, I will beat you so convincingly you will not have the heart to come back and try again and even if you did you won't have anywhere near the fire or the success I am about to have when we do this all again
On the screen the young Marx paces in front of the door talking to himself under his breath perhaps attempting to psyche himself up
Marx: But back to my story, when my parents brought up the idea of sending me away too school I knew it was my chance, my opportunity to come and stand here, right here in the only place I knew they would ever let me train in anything. This is where my dad learned to Box, my Grandad too, my little brother took MMA training here 3 years after me but I wasn't looking for a way to fight for control or survival, I had other plans. So Mum and Dad sit me down and asked me what I wanted to do, now I am 14 and my parents are asking their now full expelled and in trouble with the law child what he wanted too do. I told them I wanted to be a wrestler, I told them Sinclair was training people under the radar down in Cynon. It was that same conversation where I told my Dad I didn't wanna be a crook I wanted to be a superstar, my mum cried, my dad I dunno what he was thinking but a month later and look where I was, I had my hearts desire in my hands I had everything I wanted and I was second guessing it, thinking it through, I should sprinted through that door way the first time I saw it
Behind him a massive teen strolls along the corridor, Marx hears and possibly smells him before he sees him and instinctively moves to the side out of the way but peers in through the door as it opens and closes. Inside is a bellow of smoke, it almost looks like a morning fog, sitting dead in the centre of the room is a huge man, or from what can be seen a huge back and a slightly smaller than average head. You see the room from the looks of it was set up so that whoever entered it was met with the occupants back, while this may look to be a dangerous decision Marx would learn later on that there was a strategically placed mirror strip in the room which gave the chair's occupant a perfect view behind them
Marx: Yeah you saw that right, when you entered the boss of this places room you had to walk all the way around the man to look him in the eye, this guy, this Sinclair and his friends had bought the gym out from its previous and staying unknown owners a few years before, he'd had an idea to train British Luchadores at the facility and then send them to Spain and Mexico to work as actual Mexican made wrestlers, kinda like when America puts Made in America on everything even though its all from Singapore. That was the first lesson of this gym, have no fear when it comes to being disrespectful, if you are gunna be a piece of shit do it to the point where you have less regard for your own body than the people you are hurting. See Ill admit I've come out with a few nice things about CJ the guys straight up talented and I'll admit maybe that dark driving force inside him is worth something after all. BUT! All that was, was an admission that I was wrong about the guy, that I took him lightly, that I didn't see what he brought coming, this time however I know exactly where I'll have to tread to defeat this guy. I know exactly the amount of blood spilt and broken bones needed to put down a guy like CJ Phoenix, a guy who likes to think of himself as the fox in the hen house that nobody knows it there. But the thing is I can see what's missing in CJ or actually I can see what needs to be removed from his mindset
The door slams shut on command from the man in the chair
Marx: CJ Phoenix is what I like to call Teo Del Sol light, look I could be wrong but as far as I can remember he came in, in a mask right? And then I guess it took him a few weeks of cheers and love from the crowd that he needed to see his face on the posters and in the magazine, he wasn't strong enough to uphold the traditions he obviously respects, nobody in wrestling puts on one of those dirty leather rags unless they where inspired by those who wore them before. Or maybe I'm wrong and CJ is just another victim of the carbon copy wrestler effect, you know the one where we have seen so much now that everyone looks like the next guy, even the Luchadores are starting to look like everybody else.
Behind Marx his retainers looks at him finally realising the boy is still standing there, he puts his call on hold for a second
Retainer: Hey Andy hurry it up would yah, are you going in or not?
Young Marx: Someone's already in there right now.......
By the sound of the young Marx voice this is a welcome excuse, the kids obviously nervous as shit and twice as terrified, as far as he is concerned that room currently contains Jabba The Hutt and his pet Rancor and he will be staying the hell outside at least till Jabba's alone again
Marx: Yeah it looks like I'm scared, it looks like I am being a dumb little kid who couldn't go through with what he has been telling the world he was born to do, like the kid who tells everyone one day I'll go over the top of the swing set or dig to China through a sandpit or whatever, I grew up on Recces and rugrats blame America for my shite metaphors. I wasn't scared of the man though, not the fridge dripping out of his seat or the colossus that walked into the room earlier I was worried about what would happen when they saw me, I mean look at me, 14 years old 5 foot 9 200 dumpy fucking pounds, as much as I wanted to do this I had never known if I was capable of it in any way shape or form. I could take a few punches but that's not what wrestling's really about, it's about how many minutes you can go for and in my current state I couldn't run on a treadmill for more than 3 minutes at a time but my Grandad who was a big world of sport and particularly giant haystacks fan told me tubby dudes can go in a wrestling ring as well as anyone it's just a different kinda fight. Little did I know within a year I'd be jumping from the top rope like a fucking gymnast but then that's wrestling, it changes people in every single possible way but that's a long ass story for another day
Young Marx is almost crying now, you can see his lip trembling in his reflection in the office window, the door bursts open again and the big ass teen leaves slamming the door behind him, from within Jabba's voice can be heard screaming that if that door gets slammed one more time today he will make the slammer eat it
Marx: Now a lot of people are probably trying to figure out why I am talking to you about such an awkward time in my life, why I am regaling you with tales of my own weakness when I should be building my self up to look strong going into a fight I am sure as hell the underdog in. Well CJ let me explain things in this way, what you are seeing right now is what I like to call the last day I was scared, this was the day I stood staring at my own reflection in that very window and told myself that fear was not my friend, it was not my enemy it was a piece of life I had no need for in the places I was going. You can't have that monkey on your back and do what we do, not at the level we do. CJ Phoenix is just as fearless as I am, I won't say he should be afraid or that he is stupid for not worrying about the guy he already beat coming with a revenge filled inferno in his belly a guy he already knows could hurt him with one mis step. I won't say that he should be any of these things going into the match, but I can promise you when he walks out of the match or is carried out whichever is most convenient for the young bird or resurrection, he will be afraid, he will tremble even more than he is now with those butterflies in his stomach, the nerves that exist because he is about to find out if one of his biggest wins was simply a victory or was it the breakout performance he thought it was
On the screen the young Marx facial expression changes, it looks like he is thinking, a more determined look morphs out of the one of anguish we saw before
Marx: See there it is, having a good all talk with myself, giving myself the business as my Granny would say, basically I am subconsciously bitch slapping myself, right now I am telling myself that putting my hand on a door knob will get me everything I ever wanted. It will make me the person I was born to be or at least that I believed I was born to be
As the boy finally takes on last deep breath and reaches for the door handle turning it we go back to Marx on the roof now sitting still with his back to the crew his feet dangling what looks like a million stories high, the crew holding thousands of dollars worth of equipment are keeping a safe but audible distance
Marx: Going into that room would be my first step in doing what it took to get me here today even if where I stand is on the brink of oblivion, I need to show something this week, I thought I was gunna do that last week and take shadow love to the ugly little hell hole he deserves to be in. But he has to go through hardcore hell this week so in truth I don't feel like much of a loser in that sense, last week I referred to the prince of pretty shitty as my reset button, I was wrong, I knew I was wrong when I said it, because we all know when the system crashes the source is where the problem will be found and my Error was caused by CJ fucking Phoenix
He suddenly swings his legs up over the edge spinning like a top on nothing but his ass, to face the crew, each one of them in turn shits themselves completely screaming at him to be more careful
Marx: Oh yeah WCF, put you 25 feet high on a scaffold and toss you off but dear god if you play around on the side of a buildning, shut the fuck up
He takes a bottle of water out from the inner pocket of his jacket and takes a swig relighting his joint and then continuing
Marx: CJ Phoenix, WCF at Slam I hit that reset button, I will his that reset button over and over it it is nothing more than a withered and dying red dot on the canvas, it doesn't matter how many times I lose, it doesn't matter how many times someone thinks they got one over on me in the end of the the end game it will all be relevant to me and my plans to take this company by force, to take what I want by force by winning the War Match and cementing my place in history to begin a dynasty of Money Fame and Immortality!
Crew Member: Ok so what happened with the office, with Jabba the Hutt and rest of your story
Marx: Well obviously I went in, if I didn't I wouldn't be here would I?
Crew Member: Well yeah but what about Jabba what was he like
Marx: Jabba is a guy by the name of Titian Tiamowry an Italian bare knuckle boxer and one of Sinclair's business partners, he handled the day to day of the place. I'll tell you about that meeting next time but right now I got a match to get ready for so lemme end here. CJ Phoenix I see you now, I see what you can do now, I see what I can and can't do to you now, this is my chance to take back my momentum, to take back my fan fare, I will not be silenced not this week, not this time, CJ I am gunna take you the man who put me down and make a ladder of your bones to climb back to my point as the best of the new breed, the last of a dying breed and the more dangerous man in this company. CJ I got plans for you, I got plans to hurt you, break you and bleed you dry, I didn't have them before, you are gunna face a different Andrew Marx this week but I have a feeling I am gunna face the same CJ Phoenix from last time the CJ Phoenix who needs to die so a darker one can rise, I am gunna do for you what you did for me CJ, I am going to make painfully obvious what is holding you back!
Marx: This week I wanna start by acknowledging something, in the last few days we have lost more than one of my favorite wrestlers of all time, both of these men were tag team competitors at their core and while they where wildly different in some ways there was one word that brought them both together. One phrase would put them on the same level that if they ever stood in a ring together on the same side, ripped jeans and tie die mixing with Black Trunks, a Cowboy hat and face fuzz that phrase? Badass. One was a blackjack, a fucking billy club, a whole shit ton of fuck you up, the other was a hardcore chair swinging freak but both men were legendary brawlers so before I go any further I would like dedicate the ass kickin I am about to hand out to Phoenix on Sunday night to those men. This will be a brawl, no more pretty shit, no more impressing the crowd, I couldn't care less if the people are entertained by Sunday night. This will be a fight Mulligan can be proud of, and if all else fails maybe Ill throw in a chair shot, just for Balls, we will miss you gentlemen.......
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We open with a wcf camera crew climbing up a narrow service stair case, it's not easy with the gear they are hauling and all of the men grumble, one yells out in pain as a tripod leg shakes loose and glances him in the balls. They finally reach the fire door at the top and burst out into the sunlight, the sky is bright oranges with rays of sun down, off in the distance only half the yellow orb is visible, as they walk out one of the screams
Crew Member: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!
The crews camera flashes on and we switch to it's view, Marx is standing on the edge of the building on the very lip of the wall separating a body from certain oblivion
Marx: Reminding myself what it's like to be fearless, reminding myself what it's like to take away a little bit of my self control, I am embracing that little voice in the back of everyones mind that chimes in, in situations like this, you know the one, the one saying
He puts on a slightly goofy voice
Marx: Hey you should jump, I know they told you yah couldn't but you always suspected you could fly, this is the only way to find out
He drops the act
Marx: I've been finding ways to embrace that voice since the first day I walked into a wrestling school at 14 in Cynon Valley South Wales to be trained under Paddy Sinclair a former student of Jonny Kidd and Robbie Brookside, not a known wrestler but he has trained some more high profile individuals in the British public for discreet careers in all manners of in ring, self defense and combat sport training.
He still hasn't turned to face them but he can be seen lighting a joint
Marx: Gentlemen I believe it's time I told you the story of my journey to WCF how I started wrestling and everything you really need to know about Andrew Marx
A sound almost like a gavel snaps and we flash to a fast approaching frosted glass door at the end of a hallway, footsteps are the only sound heard text runs across the screen informing us of the date and our location
Date: 7th November 2004 Location: Somewhere deep in the Welsh Valleys
We hear Marx voice narrating the scene as we reach the door and read the words "Gym Manager's office, Pay or go away" the camera adjusts and we see a young Marx standing shaking in front of this door. Behind him what looks like a retainer or body guard is talking on a phone while 3 others are spread out covering different quadrants of the massive open plan building. In the background are 3 wrestling rings and all kinds of workout equipment
Marx: You know whats great about your family having money? The fact that you get to have the best money can buy in every situation, you know what's the best thing about that money being dirty? The fact that you have access to an infinity of possibilities for what to spend that money on. See that kid? That's me I am gunna stand in front of that door for a full 20 minutes counting every second before I knock the door so strap in folks, see I had got into some real trouble a little too young for my parents liking
The boy reaches for the door handle and watches his hand shake retracting it again
Marx: My Grandad sorted it, he paid it all away which I was grateful for but it turned out I was not being rewarded by him doing that as my naive self did find out pretty soon afterwards. See my family had decided that I was taking the things I was doing too far, the playground brawls where nuts and I didn't exactly go for small fish the first day of secondary school I heard a kid through the name Krae out into the ether presenting himself as a third gen gangsta extraordinaire, I broke the boy's arm using a move I watched Dean Malenko pull, it would later be taught to me as the cross arm breaker and I did just that I snapped the kids arm in 2 and warned him this was Marx territory. The Prep School I went too was populated by low and high profile criminal kids and I had a habit of fighting the important ones, the Mad dogs, the Krae's, I put a Sands boy through a window so every republican paramilitary cunt in Ireland wanted to murder me and most Catholics in Northern Ireland did too. The family needed me to go the fuck away for a while and at 15 that means one thing when you are a player's kid like me, boarding school.
The young version of him turns to his companion hoping for a smile or some support but the man doesn't even glance at the small kid who turns back and attempts to swallow his fear again. That is till he hears someone slam a fist on a table on the other side of the door
Marx: Ill bet you where that kinda asshole at high school too weren't you CJ? Probably a little quiet which attracted the loud crowd trying to get you to put your dukes up or whatever you Yanks say, I'll bet you fought the same kids nearly every damn day of your pitiful young existence and never once started it properly, sure you probably threw the first punch but I'd say they had to push you too do it but no matter how hard you hit them they just kept coming back for more. Sounds a little familiar doesn't it CJ? See that was the first difference between the 2 of us and it existed even back then when we where going through the same imposed school system on different sides of the planet. Anyone who ever started a fight with me and lost it, never came back for round 2, I'm gunna prove that on Sunday night by beating you so badly there will be no rubber match, I will beat you so convincingly you will not have the heart to come back and try again and even if you did you won't have anywhere near the fire or the success I am about to have when we do this all again
On the screen the young Marx paces in front of the door talking to himself under his breath perhaps attempting to psyche himself up
Marx: But back to my story, when my parents brought up the idea of sending me away too school I knew it was my chance, my opportunity to come and stand here, right here in the only place I knew they would ever let me train in anything. This is where my dad learned to Box, my Grandad too, my little brother took MMA training here 3 years after me but I wasn't looking for a way to fight for control or survival, I had other plans. So Mum and Dad sit me down and asked me what I wanted to do, now I am 14 and my parents are asking their now full expelled and in trouble with the law child what he wanted too do. I told them I wanted to be a wrestler, I told them Sinclair was training people under the radar down in Cynon. It was that same conversation where I told my Dad I didn't wanna be a crook I wanted to be a superstar, my mum cried, my dad I dunno what he was thinking but a month later and look where I was, I had my hearts desire in my hands I had everything I wanted and I was second guessing it, thinking it through, I should sprinted through that door way the first time I saw it
Behind him a massive teen strolls along the corridor, Marx hears and possibly smells him before he sees him and instinctively moves to the side out of the way but peers in through the door as it opens and closes. Inside is a bellow of smoke, it almost looks like a morning fog, sitting dead in the centre of the room is a huge man, or from what can be seen a huge back and a slightly smaller than average head. You see the room from the looks of it was set up so that whoever entered it was met with the occupants back, while this may look to be a dangerous decision Marx would learn later on that there was a strategically placed mirror strip in the room which gave the chair's occupant a perfect view behind them
Marx: Yeah you saw that right, when you entered the boss of this places room you had to walk all the way around the man to look him in the eye, this guy, this Sinclair and his friends had bought the gym out from its previous and staying unknown owners a few years before, he'd had an idea to train British Luchadores at the facility and then send them to Spain and Mexico to work as actual Mexican made wrestlers, kinda like when America puts Made in America on everything even though its all from Singapore. That was the first lesson of this gym, have no fear when it comes to being disrespectful, if you are gunna be a piece of shit do it to the point where you have less regard for your own body than the people you are hurting. See Ill admit I've come out with a few nice things about CJ the guys straight up talented and I'll admit maybe that dark driving force inside him is worth something after all. BUT! All that was, was an admission that I was wrong about the guy, that I took him lightly, that I didn't see what he brought coming, this time however I know exactly where I'll have to tread to defeat this guy. I know exactly the amount of blood spilt and broken bones needed to put down a guy like CJ Phoenix, a guy who likes to think of himself as the fox in the hen house that nobody knows it there. But the thing is I can see what's missing in CJ or actually I can see what needs to be removed from his mindset
The door slams shut on command from the man in the chair
Marx: CJ Phoenix is what I like to call Teo Del Sol light, look I could be wrong but as far as I can remember he came in, in a mask right? And then I guess it took him a few weeks of cheers and love from the crowd that he needed to see his face on the posters and in the magazine, he wasn't strong enough to uphold the traditions he obviously respects, nobody in wrestling puts on one of those dirty leather rags unless they where inspired by those who wore them before. Or maybe I'm wrong and CJ is just another victim of the carbon copy wrestler effect, you know the one where we have seen so much now that everyone looks like the next guy, even the Luchadores are starting to look like everybody else.
Behind Marx his retainers looks at him finally realising the boy is still standing there, he puts his call on hold for a second
Retainer: Hey Andy hurry it up would yah, are you going in or not?
Young Marx: Someone's already in there right now.......
By the sound of the young Marx voice this is a welcome excuse, the kids obviously nervous as shit and twice as terrified, as far as he is concerned that room currently contains Jabba The Hutt and his pet Rancor and he will be staying the hell outside at least till Jabba's alone again
Marx: Yeah it looks like I'm scared, it looks like I am being a dumb little kid who couldn't go through with what he has been telling the world he was born to do, like the kid who tells everyone one day I'll go over the top of the swing set or dig to China through a sandpit or whatever, I grew up on Recces and rugrats blame America for my shite metaphors. I wasn't scared of the man though, not the fridge dripping out of his seat or the colossus that walked into the room earlier I was worried about what would happen when they saw me, I mean look at me, 14 years old 5 foot 9 200 dumpy fucking pounds, as much as I wanted to do this I had never known if I was capable of it in any way shape or form. I could take a few punches but that's not what wrestling's really about, it's about how many minutes you can go for and in my current state I couldn't run on a treadmill for more than 3 minutes at a time but my Grandad who was a big world of sport and particularly giant haystacks fan told me tubby dudes can go in a wrestling ring as well as anyone it's just a different kinda fight. Little did I know within a year I'd be jumping from the top rope like a fucking gymnast but then that's wrestling, it changes people in every single possible way but that's a long ass story for another day
Young Marx is almost crying now, you can see his lip trembling in his reflection in the office window, the door bursts open again and the big ass teen leaves slamming the door behind him, from within Jabba's voice can be heard screaming that if that door gets slammed one more time today he will make the slammer eat it
Marx: Now a lot of people are probably trying to figure out why I am talking to you about such an awkward time in my life, why I am regaling you with tales of my own weakness when I should be building my self up to look strong going into a fight I am sure as hell the underdog in. Well CJ let me explain things in this way, what you are seeing right now is what I like to call the last day I was scared, this was the day I stood staring at my own reflection in that very window and told myself that fear was not my friend, it was not my enemy it was a piece of life I had no need for in the places I was going. You can't have that monkey on your back and do what we do, not at the level we do. CJ Phoenix is just as fearless as I am, I won't say he should be afraid or that he is stupid for not worrying about the guy he already beat coming with a revenge filled inferno in his belly a guy he already knows could hurt him with one mis step. I won't say that he should be any of these things going into the match, but I can promise you when he walks out of the match or is carried out whichever is most convenient for the young bird or resurrection, he will be afraid, he will tremble even more than he is now with those butterflies in his stomach, the nerves that exist because he is about to find out if one of his biggest wins was simply a victory or was it the breakout performance he thought it was
On the screen the young Marx facial expression changes, it looks like he is thinking, a more determined look morphs out of the one of anguish we saw before
Marx: See there it is, having a good all talk with myself, giving myself the business as my Granny would say, basically I am subconsciously bitch slapping myself, right now I am telling myself that putting my hand on a door knob will get me everything I ever wanted. It will make me the person I was born to be or at least that I believed I was born to be
As the boy finally takes on last deep breath and reaches for the door handle turning it we go back to Marx on the roof now sitting still with his back to the crew his feet dangling what looks like a million stories high, the crew holding thousands of dollars worth of equipment are keeping a safe but audible distance
Marx: Going into that room would be my first step in doing what it took to get me here today even if where I stand is on the brink of oblivion, I need to show something this week, I thought I was gunna do that last week and take shadow love to the ugly little hell hole he deserves to be in. But he has to go through hardcore hell this week so in truth I don't feel like much of a loser in that sense, last week I referred to the prince of pretty shitty as my reset button, I was wrong, I knew I was wrong when I said it, because we all know when the system crashes the source is where the problem will be found and my Error was caused by CJ fucking Phoenix
He suddenly swings his legs up over the edge spinning like a top on nothing but his ass, to face the crew, each one of them in turn shits themselves completely screaming at him to be more careful
Marx: Oh yeah WCF, put you 25 feet high on a scaffold and toss you off but dear god if you play around on the side of a buildning, shut the fuck up
He takes a bottle of water out from the inner pocket of his jacket and takes a swig relighting his joint and then continuing
Marx: CJ Phoenix, WCF at Slam I hit that reset button, I will his that reset button over and over it it is nothing more than a withered and dying red dot on the canvas, it doesn't matter how many times I lose, it doesn't matter how many times someone thinks they got one over on me in the end of the the end game it will all be relevant to me and my plans to take this company by force, to take what I want by force by winning the War Match and cementing my place in history to begin a dynasty of Money Fame and Immortality!
Crew Member: Ok so what happened with the office, with Jabba the Hutt and rest of your story
Marx: Well obviously I went in, if I didn't I wouldn't be here would I?
Crew Member: Well yeah but what about Jabba what was he like
Marx: Jabba is a guy by the name of Titian Tiamowry an Italian bare knuckle boxer and one of Sinclair's business partners, he handled the day to day of the place. I'll tell you about that meeting next time but right now I got a match to get ready for so lemme end here. CJ Phoenix I see you now, I see what you can do now, I see what I can and can't do to you now, this is my chance to take back my momentum, to take back my fan fare, I will not be silenced not this week, not this time, CJ I am gunna take you the man who put me down and make a ladder of your bones to climb back to my point as the best of the new breed, the last of a dying breed and the more dangerous man in this company. CJ I got plans for you, I got plans to hurt you, break you and bleed you dry, I didn't have them before, you are gunna face a different Andrew Marx this week but I have a feeling I am gunna face the same CJ Phoenix from last time the CJ Phoenix who needs to die so a darker one can rise, I am gunna do for you what you did for me CJ, I am going to make painfully obvious what is holding you back!
