Post by Matt Jackson on Nov 21, 2012 6:37:11 GMT -6
*Clap*
*Clap*
*Clap*
“Wow....”
“I should be standing here in awe. This week I find myself in the presence of a legend. Markus “Evil” Reeves. A man who is a walking wrecking ball and a man who would destroy anyone and anything to realise his dreams and goals. A man who stands seven feet tall and weights three hundred and fifteen pounds. Kind of slender for a seven footer aren’t you?. But still an imposing physical specimen. The master of the maniac driver and the hell spike, a man who is so hardcore that he wraps his own body in barbed wire to do damage....”
I can’t hold it back anymore as I let out a chuckle, my boyish charm and smirk coming through as I move an errant strand of hair from my face. I stand arrogantly with my chest out and chin up dressed in a beautifully fitting dark blue shirt and black pants.
“You seem to be a man who wishes to take his life and career seriously. To not be looked on as a joke anymore. To be looked on as the monster he wanted to be. And what a start you made to that Markus, by destroying Trent Helms. Ha Trent Helms. There’s a guy who values himself so much higher than the rest of us do, a man who aside from winning the NCW title and holding it for a cup of coffee five years ago has done nothing except get carried to a tag team title by Adam Knite and annoy the entire world with his hall of fame aspirations....”
“And you destroyed THAT guy. Good for you Markus. But then what?. You intimidated Sydney Night, former known as Zelda, a woman who dominated her own division but you outweighed her by what? Two hundred pounds?. Wow, amazing Markus. What a monster you are. But those two amazing acts were followed up by beating the same worthless nobody I beat last week a man who is so humiliated I think he’s gone from NCW all together. Face it Markus, while you have laid out a path of destruction it’s not as impressive as you believe it to be. And while I had one slip up against Seth Evans, I know where my career is going.”
“I’m the young lion with his entire career ahead of him. I may make mistakes but I learn from them and I will become a world champion. Face it Reeves, for you it’s too late. For you the sun has set and your career will forever be lost in the darkness. Evan your brother Joe Everyman has had a better career than you. He’s been a National Champion and was at one time considered a threat but you?. You have let all your gifts go to waste. You watched the best wrestling years you had drift by as you stayed under the guise of Mark Evil.....”
I scoff and fold my arms shaking my head again.
“Look at you Markus. You’re a joke. Everything about you is a joke. You’re a seven foot tall dreadlocked tattooed business man millionaire. That makes about as much sense as a man from the great football state of Colorado watching soccer. And I swear to god if I have to sit through one more conversation between your bubblehead sucky sucky five dollar daughter and your Irish man servant I’m going to grab a shotgun and Kurt Cobain myself.....”
“But I could forgive all that, I could forgive the stupid daughter, the Irish houseboy, the stupid dreads and tattoos and even the lacklustre matches if...IF you actually had success. But you haven’t Markus. You have some kind of career ADD. You turn up in NCW, you get a few wins and you get a roll on and then, then you lose. Then you lose to someone who is your better and then you walk away. You lose focus and you lose focus because this isn’t what you really want to do. You want to go be a father to little miss hentai, you want to go run your little company. But me Markus?. This is all I’ve ever wanted to do, from when I was five years old. And now here I stand nineteen years later and I am living my dream....”
“And I am damn good at it. Sure, as I said, I had a slip up against Seth Evans, and trust me when I say this, Seth Evans is nothing. If I got my hands on him again the outcome would be very different. I am a future world champion Markus. A future hall of famer, in fact I’ll get in the hall of fame long before Trent Helms, and it all starts with matches like this one. Matches against men like you. Men who believe themselves to be more than they really are. Men who think they are stars when in reality people barley remember their names.....”
I laugh to myself and look away.
“You and your pitiful family cheapen this business. From your underachieving joke of a career to the man your brother has become to your daughter being able to wrestle as some reward for “getting good grades”. THIS IS NOT A GAME. This is professional wrestling, this is the business I chose to join, this is my way of life and it is viewed as a joke because of you and your family. And you Markus, you’re the biggest joke of them all. But it’s no longer a funny joke, it’s a sad one. The laughter has stopped, now there’s just people who stand around you staring wishing you’d just go away but you don’t. Like a bad smell you just stick around unwanted, unloved, useless......”
“But there is a solution to this madness. There is an ending. See I know how easy it is for you to lose focus, so after I beat you, humiliate you and leave you laying on the ground, when you come to the realisation that you can believe the hype, you will then see that you are no match for the new breed of NCW star. You will see that men like myself are going to take over and the time for men..and I use that term loosely...like you is indeed over.....”
“So after I send you crashing back into the depths of obscurity where you belong I will continue on. I will climb that ladder, rung after rung, opponent after opponent, match after match until I become world champion......”
I look up and breathe deeply.
“And when you disappear, when you finally hang up the old wrasslin’ boots and decide to ride off into the sunset, please take Joe with you, I think he’s embarrassed himself enough don’t you?. And please don’t forget to take your Irish man servant and your daughter too, actually send your daughter to me, I need a good maid with benefits. I know what girls like here are capable of...I’ve been to hong kong.....”
“And unfortunately, I also know what you’re capable off. You’re a lumbering Ox with little or no technical ability to speak of and you are too slow and too old to keep up with me Markus. I am the new breed, the evolution of this business. And the world is yet to see what kind of athlete I am, they’ve seen snippets, they’ve seen teasers but maybe, just maybe it’s time I showed them all the whole damn show.....maybe it’s time I gave them all a reason to believe the hype.....maybe it’s time Josh Stevens showed why he is the blue chipper of NCW....and this Saturday Markus....this Saturday my time has come and your time will come to an end....”
*Clap*
*Clap*
“Wow....”
“I should be standing here in awe. This week I find myself in the presence of a legend. Markus “Evil” Reeves. A man who is a walking wrecking ball and a man who would destroy anyone and anything to realise his dreams and goals. A man who stands seven feet tall and weights three hundred and fifteen pounds. Kind of slender for a seven footer aren’t you?. But still an imposing physical specimen. The master of the maniac driver and the hell spike, a man who is so hardcore that he wraps his own body in barbed wire to do damage....”
I can’t hold it back anymore as I let out a chuckle, my boyish charm and smirk coming through as I move an errant strand of hair from my face. I stand arrogantly with my chest out and chin up dressed in a beautifully fitting dark blue shirt and black pants.
“You seem to be a man who wishes to take his life and career seriously. To not be looked on as a joke anymore. To be looked on as the monster he wanted to be. And what a start you made to that Markus, by destroying Trent Helms. Ha Trent Helms. There’s a guy who values himself so much higher than the rest of us do, a man who aside from winning the NCW title and holding it for a cup of coffee five years ago has done nothing except get carried to a tag team title by Adam Knite and annoy the entire world with his hall of fame aspirations....”
“And you destroyed THAT guy. Good for you Markus. But then what?. You intimidated Sydney Night, former known as Zelda, a woman who dominated her own division but you outweighed her by what? Two hundred pounds?. Wow, amazing Markus. What a monster you are. But those two amazing acts were followed up by beating the same worthless nobody I beat last week a man who is so humiliated I think he’s gone from NCW all together. Face it Markus, while you have laid out a path of destruction it’s not as impressive as you believe it to be. And while I had one slip up against Seth Evans, I know where my career is going.”
“I’m the young lion with his entire career ahead of him. I may make mistakes but I learn from them and I will become a world champion. Face it Reeves, for you it’s too late. For you the sun has set and your career will forever be lost in the darkness. Evan your brother Joe Everyman has had a better career than you. He’s been a National Champion and was at one time considered a threat but you?. You have let all your gifts go to waste. You watched the best wrestling years you had drift by as you stayed under the guise of Mark Evil.....”
I scoff and fold my arms shaking my head again.
“Look at you Markus. You’re a joke. Everything about you is a joke. You’re a seven foot tall dreadlocked tattooed business man millionaire. That makes about as much sense as a man from the great football state of Colorado watching soccer. And I swear to god if I have to sit through one more conversation between your bubblehead sucky sucky five dollar daughter and your Irish man servant I’m going to grab a shotgun and Kurt Cobain myself.....”
“But I could forgive all that, I could forgive the stupid daughter, the Irish houseboy, the stupid dreads and tattoos and even the lacklustre matches if...IF you actually had success. But you haven’t Markus. You have some kind of career ADD. You turn up in NCW, you get a few wins and you get a roll on and then, then you lose. Then you lose to someone who is your better and then you walk away. You lose focus and you lose focus because this isn’t what you really want to do. You want to go be a father to little miss hentai, you want to go run your little company. But me Markus?. This is all I’ve ever wanted to do, from when I was five years old. And now here I stand nineteen years later and I am living my dream....”
“And I am damn good at it. Sure, as I said, I had a slip up against Seth Evans, and trust me when I say this, Seth Evans is nothing. If I got my hands on him again the outcome would be very different. I am a future world champion Markus. A future hall of famer, in fact I’ll get in the hall of fame long before Trent Helms, and it all starts with matches like this one. Matches against men like you. Men who believe themselves to be more than they really are. Men who think they are stars when in reality people barley remember their names.....”
I laugh to myself and look away.
“You and your pitiful family cheapen this business. From your underachieving joke of a career to the man your brother has become to your daughter being able to wrestle as some reward for “getting good grades”. THIS IS NOT A GAME. This is professional wrestling, this is the business I chose to join, this is my way of life and it is viewed as a joke because of you and your family. And you Markus, you’re the biggest joke of them all. But it’s no longer a funny joke, it’s a sad one. The laughter has stopped, now there’s just people who stand around you staring wishing you’d just go away but you don’t. Like a bad smell you just stick around unwanted, unloved, useless......”
“But there is a solution to this madness. There is an ending. See I know how easy it is for you to lose focus, so after I beat you, humiliate you and leave you laying on the ground, when you come to the realisation that you can believe the hype, you will then see that you are no match for the new breed of NCW star. You will see that men like myself are going to take over and the time for men..and I use that term loosely...like you is indeed over.....”
“So after I send you crashing back into the depths of obscurity where you belong I will continue on. I will climb that ladder, rung after rung, opponent after opponent, match after match until I become world champion......”
I look up and breathe deeply.
“And when you disappear, when you finally hang up the old wrasslin’ boots and decide to ride off into the sunset, please take Joe with you, I think he’s embarrassed himself enough don’t you?. And please don’t forget to take your Irish man servant and your daughter too, actually send your daughter to me, I need a good maid with benefits. I know what girls like here are capable of...I’ve been to hong kong.....”
“And unfortunately, I also know what you’re capable off. You’re a lumbering Ox with little or no technical ability to speak of and you are too slow and too old to keep up with me Markus. I am the new breed, the evolution of this business. And the world is yet to see what kind of athlete I am, they’ve seen snippets, they’ve seen teasers but maybe, just maybe it’s time I showed them all the whole damn show.....maybe it’s time I gave them all a reason to believe the hype.....maybe it’s time Josh Stevens showed why he is the blue chipper of NCW....and this Saturday Markus....this Saturday my time has come and your time will come to an end....”