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| NAW Marcus Anderson RP | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 21 2008, 08:03 AM (241 Views) | |
| therpa | Dec 21 2008, 08:03 AM Post #1 |
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Phil Ken Sebben
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With Chris taking time for personal issues I figured I would let people see this. Comment if you want if you don't that's fine too. ===================================================== [The camera fades in from black to reveal Marcus Anderson dressed to the tens in a black suit with a thin pale blue pin stripe. He is wearing a pale blue dress shirt with a black and blue striped tie, the light from the camera reflects off of his highly polished shoes. Marcus looks at the camera as he finishes a sip of Johnny Walker from his highball glass. As he begins to speak he places the glass upon the mantle.] MA: There is nothing I love more than coming out here and talking about Marcus Anderson and that’s exactly what I’m going to do! [Marcus takes his right hand and brushes it through his dirty blonde hair and flashes a quick grin to the camera.] MA: For the last twenty two years I have made federation after federation money hand over fist and I was set to do that here in the cesspool known as New York for this fledgling little company called New Age Wrestling … but I have to question my decision as every single God Damn time I turn around this federation is finding a way to keep me out of the spotlight. First, The Illuminati, isn’t even scheduled for the inaugural show, but the fans had the thrill of a life time as we made our presence known. [Marcus smiles a wide grin, flashing his pearly whites for the camera.] MA: And then, then the disrespect … the complete slap in the face as Sean Darring and myself are forced to wrestle in a six men tag event .. perhaps New Age Wrestling thought by placing that miscarry of justice in the main event slot it would mean something … The King of the Carolina’s though has seen it all and I saw through the sugar coating bull [bleep]! [Marcus takes a few steps from the mantle, as anger seems to taking over him.] MA: The boys in the back fear me and AS THEY DAMN WELL SHOULD! I AM GREATNESS PERSONIFIED AND EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM KNOWS IT! You see I’m not the Spectre. I’m not a man who hides in the rafters and ambushes people … I’m not a man who lurks under the ring and blindsides you with a chair. I’m not a man who will gas you as you stand in your locker room … I am a man! A man who stands face to face and kicks the crap out of you! [Marcus pauses for a brief moment and exhales deeply.] MA: For twenty two years I have kicked the crap out of men from pillar to post … I’ve made them bleed worse than their mothers did on the day they were born! This isn’t a game to me boys! I do not rest on my laurels … I’m not like Luke Kinsey, who seems to get a free pass where ever he walks just because he beat some guy who beat some other guy that the fans seemed to think was a big deal in some company ten years ago! You claim that you don’t rest on your laurels son … you claim that you bring greatness where ever you go ... but how are you different that Chris Hopper? Both of you claimed to be retired only to come out when enough cash is thrown in your direction! Honestly, last time I saw were you not playing commissioner somewhere? And now you come out and say how you are going to be the man? BOY! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM AND WHERE I AM FROM!?! I AM MARCUS ANDERSON! A TRUE NATURAL IN THIS GAME! I am a man who busted his ass in the Carolina’s the birthplace of wrestling! I have held title after title and made promotion after promotion famous! When my name appears on the marquee there is standing room only in the arena! [Marcus glares at the camera for a long moment before he finally speaks again.] MA: Luke you’re not going to be the man in New Age Wrestling and you already know it. I mean why else would the rumors be floating that the Loose Cannon wants to square off with “Too Lame”? Hopper's beneath me, Luke. It would be like competing in the Olympics...you know the one that you're not supposed to laugh at? [Marcus pauses again and slowly nods his head, as if he just came to a sudden realization.] MA: You know what Luke, I completely understand why you want “Too Fake” I mean everyone does need an easy dog to kick every once in a while. So you can go and play with Hopper for a bit if you would Kinsey. And I’ll continue to main event Gotham Nights; just like I am once again doing this week. They claim it’s a last chance battle royal, a last chance for some … like Chris Hopper men who are nothing but failures and need two attempts to prove their worth. But for me Luke it’s the only chance I need and the NAW knows that or else I would have had a qualifier last week instead of that side show match with Dark Soul, Apex and little Miggy. Luke, let’s face it YOU WILL NEVER BE THE MAN! But Kinsey if you ever grow some balls and really want to try and be the man … the King of the Carolina’s will be standing right here waiting to remove my belt and give you a lesson in respect! [Marcus once again pauses and walks towards mahogany mantle where he stops and stares at a picture of a younger Marcus Anderson locking “Fabulous” Fred Hoyle in the Carolina Cloverleaf. Blood trickles down the face of Anderson as the referee points towards the ring ropes signaling the submission. Marcus begins to speak, his back to the camera.] MA: Twenty two years … twenty two long years I have traveled this road, listening to men half my age scream how great they are, and how since they have signed my days on the top are numbered. [Marcus slowly turns around and looks directly into the camera determination in his eye.] MA: And yet here I AM! Boys take a good look, soak it in it is greatness personified and it’s not going anywhere but to the top of New Age Wrestling! Marcus Anderson is the cream of the crop and it is about time everyone realizes it. [Slowly the camera fades to black as Marcus flashes a final smile.] |
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