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| NAW Marcus Anderson Oncard | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 21 2008, 08:05 AM (280 Views) | |
| therpa | Dec 21 2008, 08:05 AM Post #1 |
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Phil Ken Sebben
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From the NAW once again. Check it out. Hope you enjoy it. It was fun to write. ===================================================== [Tom Sawyer by Rush begins to play over the arena’s sound system. Slowly from the entrance way walks ‘The Natural’ Marcus Anderson looking dapper as he always does. Anderson is attired in a three piece light grey suit with a maroon shirt and a black and grey patterned tie. He smiles as he walks to the ring with a microphone in his right hand. Marcus Anderson steps onto the ring apron and looks out at the crowd flashing his pearly whites as he begins the Fargo strut on the ring apron; with a laugh he steps between the ropes and into the center of the ring raising the microphone to his lips and he begins to speak in a slight southern drawl.] MA: Right here right now I am going to talk about what I love to talk about … Marcus Anderson! The man who will walk out of this cesspool of a building … [Marcus pauses as the New York fans unleash a flurry of boos at him.] MA: With a prestigious spot in the NAW World Heavyweight Tournament but also a chance to right an ugly wrong here in the NAW … the fact that a man named Dark Soul is the Television Champion! [The crowd roars it approval for Dark Soul.] MA: And just like the pissants you are you cheer for that waste of human flesh. Someone should have told his mother it was okay to shallow! [Marcus smirks as he slowly paces the ring for a few moments jaw jacking with fan that just won’t shut up.] MA: Many people fail to realize that there is an importance to being the Television Champion does bring pride and recognition to a promotion … and well Dark Soul you just fail to do that. The very fact that you are even a champion tarnishes whatever hope the NAW may have had to being considering a top tier promotion. But have no fear your savor, the King of the Carolina’s; The Natural Marcus Anderson will soon rectify that! In fact if Dark Soul had a set of balls I would take that title from his waist right now! [Marcus begins to do the Fargo strut in the center of the ring when suddenly security comes from the back apparently trying to hold a figure back. The crowd begins to scream its approval as they believe that Dark Soul is making his way to the ringside area. Marcus Anderson stops in the middle of his strut and looks towards the commotion. For a moment he looks stunned but he raises they microphone to his mouth once again.] MA: Bring him down here! I’ll make is so his mother won’t recognize him anymore! [Security is at the ringside steps and for the first time the camera gets a good shot of Dark Soul.] Irons: That’s not Dark Soul! It’s a mannequin dressed to look like Dark Soul! Page: It looks more life like than the real Dark Soul! [Marcus continues to motion for “Dark Soul” to enter the ring as now two security guards carry the mannequin into the ring. As one of the guards begins to slide Dark Soul through the middle rope Anderson rushes forward and drives his knee into the head of Dark Soul. The security guards begin to scream at Anderson to stop but the King of the Carolina’s grabs Dark Soul and pulls him into the ring and forcibly shoves him into the corner .] “____TTTTHHHHWWWAAAPPPP_____” “____TTTTHHHHWWWAAAPPPP_____” “____TTTTHHHHWWWAAAPPPP_____” Page: And Anderson is lighting up the chest of Dark Soul! Irons: He’s chopping away at a mannequin! The man is insane! Page: Anderson scoops Dark Soul up and slams him hard into the mat! [Anderson grabs the leg of the mannequin and shouts You’re Going to Beg me to Stop!] Page: FIGURE FOUR! FIGURE FOUR! Anderson has it locked in tight in the center of the ring! [Marcus Anderson looks towards the head of Dark Soul and begins to scream BEG BOY! BEG! BEG FOR MERCY!] Irons: Someone stop this! Marcus Anderson making a mockery of the Television Champion! Page: I’m enjoying this to be honest! [Marcus finally releases the figure four and drops down on all fours by the head of Dark Soul and screams I’M BETTER THAN YOU! YOU’RE WORTHLESS! STOP YOUR CRYING! Anderson stands to his feet once again and grabs the microphone from off of the mat. Breathing heavily he begins to speak.] MA: Right there lays your so called champion NAW! The man you want the world to see when they turn on their televisions! Look at him as he lays there in a pool of his own tears crying and begging for the King of the Carolina’s to go easy on him! And each and everyone one of you cheer for him night after night! [In anger Anderson begins to rip off his suit jacket. Suddenly he throws his suit jacket to mat in frustration.] MA: The NAW continues to hire loser after loser, so called draw after so called draw when they have a man who has bee putting asses in the seats for the past twenty two years! [Marcus Anderson drops the microphone to the mat and breaks out the Fargo strut once again. In the middle of the strut he leaps into the air and drives his knee down into his suit jacket. The Natural gets back to his feet with cat like speed and drives a second knee into the suit jacket. Marcus Anderson glares at the camera and screams where is the microphone! He sees it out of the corner of his eyes and grabs it.] MA: Bring on your so called draws NAW! You’re looking at half of the Illuminati the most dominate force the NAW has! And after tonight you are looking at the man who will hold both the NAW Television Title and World Title at the same time! [Marcus Anderson tosses the microphone to the mat as Tom Sawyer by Rush once again kicks in over the arena’s sound system.] |
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