Post by Justin Marsham on May 8, 2008 13:25:53 GMT -6
When the scene opens – fans are welcomed with by the nCw logo. Slow but sure, the camera pans out to reveal the visage of Chad Lights. He wears a business suit, of all things, and grips his microphone with a tight fist. Awaiting his guest, Chad clears his throat. The low rumble is faint, but picked up by the sensitive setting of the microphone.
“Welcome nCw fans, I have the pleasure of interviewing one of this company’s greatest rising stars. He has appeared on the screen as a titan attaining victories despite what problems he has faced in the past. He has earned the respect of thousands. This individual needs no introduction, but here he is today—“
Excitement stains Chad’s voice as he speaks. He builds to the climactic unveiling of who this individual is. Having followed the occupation and personal life of Chad, one would expect to hear the name he announces; and it would be much sweeter if it were true.
“—this man is Ricky Johnson!”
Onto the screen steps Ricky Johnson. Or, at least, at first glance it appears like Ricky Johnson. Beneath a layer of black and white face paint and under the wiry strands of a wig, two familiar eyes peer out. It takes a moment for the reality to sink in, but this imposter is none other than Justin Marsham.
The Epitome of Technical Finesse stands beside Chad in his costume. When watching Marsham, it does not look like Marsham wearing a costume. Instead, Marsham has jumped into this role. His does his best impersonation of Ricky Johnson; and, considering he has yet to say a word, he is doing very well.
“Welcome Ricky,” greets Chad, “this weekend at Reborn, you have a four way dance against three great competitors. Some of these men have already made comments directed at you regarding your current transformation. What do you have to say to these men?”
Marsham growls, mocking the words of Ricky Johnson. “I have lost my child and my wife hangs onto life.”
Then, abruptly, Marsham stops. Chad waits for him to continue and looks confused when Marsham does not.
“You must be going through a tough time with that. But, what do you have to say in response to your opponents?” a stuttering Chad replies.
“My child,” the imposter Ricky Johnson begins. “—is lost!”
“You’ve mentioned that,” Chad mutters.
“All will feel my vengeance Sunday. All will pay for the loss of my child, even though they had nothing to do with the loss of my child. I’ve lost my child, but I will make them know what it feels like to lose a child—my child.”
“There’s a lot hate there, I see. You’ve lost your child and undergone a transformation. What gave you the idea to paint your face?” questions Chad.
Marsham’s voice changes pitch and adopts a voice unlike the solemn imitation he imagines Ricky Johnson’s to be. “Didn’t you see The Crow? He was all sad and lost his wife. That’s how I feel. I feel like The Crow felt. Sadness. Oooohh—the sadness! AND vengeance! ARGH!”
“Now, Ricky. You have—“ begins Chad although he is suddenly interrupted.
One voice shouts out from off screen. It is clear who the voice belongs to as it is contaminated with a deep African accent. Then – onto the screen – Moses al-Ashrad appears. He does not look much different than usual, however he is sporting a crooked black top hat and a cut sleeve tank top.
“I am SEXAY!” roars Moses, mocking Sexy Jason. “I am so SEXAY!”
Acting as though he wants to lash out against the imposter Sexy Jason, Marsham confronts Moses. Chad, however, with a simple push, separates the duo. The imposter Sexy Jason is oblivious to the imposter Ricky Johnson. He struts and poses, flexing his muscles in every which way possible. He is like an ebony version of Sexy Jason.
“It seems we’ve been joined by Sexy Jason,” remarks Chad. “—if you don’t mind, Jason, I am trying to conduct an interview with Ricky Johnson.”
“I love HIM!” shouts Moses. “Livin’ la vida loca!”
With a perked brow, Chad replies, “Ricky Johnson—not Martin.”
“Who?”
“One of your opponents for Sunday.”
“When?”
“Sunday,” Chad answers.
“What’s Sunday?”
“You’ll be facing Ricky Johnson, Jack Hammond, and Justin Marsham in the four way dance,” informs Chad.
“Oh! I forgot,” Moses replies – using a voice that resembles a person with a mental handicap. “Where is Dustin Marsham? I want to rape him.”
Shock and awe – Chad responds, “It’s Justin Marsham and you want to what?!”
“You have a nice suit,” Moses states, then turns his attention to the Ricky Johnson impersonator. “OH! Look it’s the Crow! I love your movies!”
“You will feel pain. I will drown you in a bath tub like my child drowned,” reacts Marsham.
“You’re like a scary clown. I don’t like clowns. I went to the circus once and was like ‘AH – there’s a clown,” proclaims Moses just before striking a sudden pose. He flexes his muscles and shouts, “I’m SEXAY!”
Both Moses and Marsham converse between each other – impersonating the wrestlers they have been. Chad appears confused, but knows what is transpiring. He has been in the loop about this performance all night; and it is certain to continue.
“Both of you seem very intent on winning this week. This should be an amazing match considering that all of you – at one time or another – have had some impressive matches. Both of you are well—“
Yet another individual interrupts Chad, declaring, “—on your ways to gettin’ Supercharged!”
Shooting like a bullet onto the screen, Steven Slade appears – dressed to a tee like Jack Hammond. He stands in front of Marsham, Moses, and Chad and bellows out the sound of a vehicle revving. He then smirks and snaps his gaze unto Marsham; and Marsham responds with a mere sneer.
“Face paint? You look like a douche,” the Slade says, pointing at Marsham.
“What a coincidence,” responds Marsham, “that’s what I used to paint my face!”
“Well, get ready because I’m goin’ to hit you like a Dodge Ram on Sunday. You’re gonna take up the Pinto with my el Camino!” shouts the Jack Hammond impersonator.
“Are ya gonna give’em a Hummer too?” reacts Moses. "I like those. They're sexiful!"
Slade nods. “Exactly. You know of my heritage. I am a Pontiac from Saturn. I will find my way to victory because I am a Pathfinder. Then I will get the Acclaim I deserve.”
Chad quickly interjects. “All three of you have a lot going for you this weekend. You all have the capability of bringing down the house and you all have a common enemy. Justin Marsham. You have all shared words about each other, but what do you have to say to the fourth man involved in this match – the man who is not right now present?”
Moses pushes past the others and begins flexing his muscles. Everyone looks to him to answer Chad’s question, though he gives no immediate response.
“If Justin Marsham were here,” begins Marsham, “I would show him my vengeful side and he—“
“SEXAY!” interrupts the fake Sexy Jason. “I’m sexy. Check out my bulging muscles and these triceps. Hear those women? They’re yelling my name. They’re yelling! Sexy. Sexy.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question,” Chad states, though he is unable to get through to Moses.
“MARSHAM!” Jack Hammond’s impersonator shouts. “We Rendezvous this Sunday, so get ready for the Expedition of a life time. You’ll need to Focus. If you don’t, by the end of the match you won’t know the difference between a Town and Country. I’ll be Sebringin’ it. Will you?”
Moses then asks, “Are you a Taurus?”
“Yea, actually. Born and raised in the Yukon. People don’t know that,” answers Slade.
"That's so sexilicious!"
“All shall feel my wrath. Vengeance is upon you! You will bleed from the insides and I will watch from the skies as you writhe in pain,” Marsham calls out.
“Well, that’s about all the time we’ve got today. Tomorrow, we’ll have a one-on-one sit down with the fourth member of this amazing match – Justin Marsham,” reveals Chad, “but until then, I’ll—“
“SEXAY!”
“What’s this?” asks Slade as he takes a small baby doll from a side hand off camera. “Has this baby been on a Quest? You’ve traveled across the Savana and through a Canyon to reach us?"
Marsham mutters, “My child.”
“Well, now baby this is happening,” Slade snarls and punts the doll off the screen.
Consumed with the role of Ricky Johnson, Marsham shouts and starts screaming, “My child is gone! The room is dark. My soul is black. You shall all pay. You shall pay for your transgressions. The end comes swift and darkness consumes all. Gloom! Sadness! Tears!”
“Settle down man! She was just caught in the Crossfire!” Slade retorts. “—besides, you probably set it up.”
“SEXAY!”
Stepping between the trio and moving closer to the camera, Chad continues to speak – bidding his farewell. “Tune in tomorrow when Justin Marsham and I sit down to have his first nCw interview. That’s tomorrow.”
Leaning over Chad’s right shoulder and speaking to the camera, Marsham’s voice comes off clear and unhindered by his performance. He no longer continues the act he has put on and asks, “Stereotypes. Aren’t they great?”
And – with that – the scene ends.
Fans are beginning to get use to Marsham’s sardonic humor. While he has emerged as a hated individual, he has drawn a following that makes him almost iconic. He, now, must convince nCw audiences that he has what it takes to emerge as the next big face in the company. But that is a task that will take all the efforts in the world to accomplish.
He plays on manipulation. He desires to be under his opponent's skin.
Childish? He expects them to criticize him, but could care less. It is all a game to him anyhow.
And that is certain.
But will that be enough to win a match against three other men?
Tune in Sunday to find out.
“Welcome nCw fans, I have the pleasure of interviewing one of this company’s greatest rising stars. He has appeared on the screen as a titan attaining victories despite what problems he has faced in the past. He has earned the respect of thousands. This individual needs no introduction, but here he is today—“
Excitement stains Chad’s voice as he speaks. He builds to the climactic unveiling of who this individual is. Having followed the occupation and personal life of Chad, one would expect to hear the name he announces; and it would be much sweeter if it were true.
“—this man is Ricky Johnson!”
Onto the screen steps Ricky Johnson. Or, at least, at first glance it appears like Ricky Johnson. Beneath a layer of black and white face paint and under the wiry strands of a wig, two familiar eyes peer out. It takes a moment for the reality to sink in, but this imposter is none other than Justin Marsham.
The Epitome of Technical Finesse stands beside Chad in his costume. When watching Marsham, it does not look like Marsham wearing a costume. Instead, Marsham has jumped into this role. His does his best impersonation of Ricky Johnson; and, considering he has yet to say a word, he is doing very well.
“Welcome Ricky,” greets Chad, “this weekend at Reborn, you have a four way dance against three great competitors. Some of these men have already made comments directed at you regarding your current transformation. What do you have to say to these men?”
Marsham growls, mocking the words of Ricky Johnson. “I have lost my child and my wife hangs onto life.”
Then, abruptly, Marsham stops. Chad waits for him to continue and looks confused when Marsham does not.
“You must be going through a tough time with that. But, what do you have to say in response to your opponents?” a stuttering Chad replies.
“My child,” the imposter Ricky Johnson begins. “—is lost!”
“You’ve mentioned that,” Chad mutters.
“All will feel my vengeance Sunday. All will pay for the loss of my child, even though they had nothing to do with the loss of my child. I’ve lost my child, but I will make them know what it feels like to lose a child—my child.”
“There’s a lot hate there, I see. You’ve lost your child and undergone a transformation. What gave you the idea to paint your face?” questions Chad.
Marsham’s voice changes pitch and adopts a voice unlike the solemn imitation he imagines Ricky Johnson’s to be. “Didn’t you see The Crow? He was all sad and lost his wife. That’s how I feel. I feel like The Crow felt. Sadness. Oooohh—the sadness! AND vengeance! ARGH!”
“Now, Ricky. You have—“ begins Chad although he is suddenly interrupted.
One voice shouts out from off screen. It is clear who the voice belongs to as it is contaminated with a deep African accent. Then – onto the screen – Moses al-Ashrad appears. He does not look much different than usual, however he is sporting a crooked black top hat and a cut sleeve tank top.
“I am SEXAY!” roars Moses, mocking Sexy Jason. “I am so SEXAY!”
Acting as though he wants to lash out against the imposter Sexy Jason, Marsham confronts Moses. Chad, however, with a simple push, separates the duo. The imposter Sexy Jason is oblivious to the imposter Ricky Johnson. He struts and poses, flexing his muscles in every which way possible. He is like an ebony version of Sexy Jason.
“It seems we’ve been joined by Sexy Jason,” remarks Chad. “—if you don’t mind, Jason, I am trying to conduct an interview with Ricky Johnson.”
“I love HIM!” shouts Moses. “Livin’ la vida loca!”
With a perked brow, Chad replies, “Ricky Johnson—not Martin.”
“Who?”
“One of your opponents for Sunday.”
“When?”
“Sunday,” Chad answers.
“What’s Sunday?”
“You’ll be facing Ricky Johnson, Jack Hammond, and Justin Marsham in the four way dance,” informs Chad.
“Oh! I forgot,” Moses replies – using a voice that resembles a person with a mental handicap. “Where is Dustin Marsham? I want to rape him.”
Shock and awe – Chad responds, “It’s Justin Marsham and you want to what?!”
“You have a nice suit,” Moses states, then turns his attention to the Ricky Johnson impersonator. “OH! Look it’s the Crow! I love your movies!”
“You will feel pain. I will drown you in a bath tub like my child drowned,” reacts Marsham.
“You’re like a scary clown. I don’t like clowns. I went to the circus once and was like ‘AH – there’s a clown,” proclaims Moses just before striking a sudden pose. He flexes his muscles and shouts, “I’m SEXAY!”
Both Moses and Marsham converse between each other – impersonating the wrestlers they have been. Chad appears confused, but knows what is transpiring. He has been in the loop about this performance all night; and it is certain to continue.
“Both of you seem very intent on winning this week. This should be an amazing match considering that all of you – at one time or another – have had some impressive matches. Both of you are well—“
Yet another individual interrupts Chad, declaring, “—on your ways to gettin’ Supercharged!”
Shooting like a bullet onto the screen, Steven Slade appears – dressed to a tee like Jack Hammond. He stands in front of Marsham, Moses, and Chad and bellows out the sound of a vehicle revving. He then smirks and snaps his gaze unto Marsham; and Marsham responds with a mere sneer.
“Face paint? You look like a douche,” the Slade says, pointing at Marsham.
“What a coincidence,” responds Marsham, “that’s what I used to paint my face!”
“Well, get ready because I’m goin’ to hit you like a Dodge Ram on Sunday. You’re gonna take up the Pinto with my el Camino!” shouts the Jack Hammond impersonator.
“Are ya gonna give’em a Hummer too?” reacts Moses. "I like those. They're sexiful!"
Slade nods. “Exactly. You know of my heritage. I am a Pontiac from Saturn. I will find my way to victory because I am a Pathfinder. Then I will get the Acclaim I deserve.”
Chad quickly interjects. “All three of you have a lot going for you this weekend. You all have the capability of bringing down the house and you all have a common enemy. Justin Marsham. You have all shared words about each other, but what do you have to say to the fourth man involved in this match – the man who is not right now present?”
Moses pushes past the others and begins flexing his muscles. Everyone looks to him to answer Chad’s question, though he gives no immediate response.
“If Justin Marsham were here,” begins Marsham, “I would show him my vengeful side and he—“
“SEXAY!” interrupts the fake Sexy Jason. “I’m sexy. Check out my bulging muscles and these triceps. Hear those women? They’re yelling my name. They’re yelling! Sexy. Sexy.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question,” Chad states, though he is unable to get through to Moses.
“MARSHAM!” Jack Hammond’s impersonator shouts. “We Rendezvous this Sunday, so get ready for the Expedition of a life time. You’ll need to Focus. If you don’t, by the end of the match you won’t know the difference between a Town and Country. I’ll be Sebringin’ it. Will you?”
Moses then asks, “Are you a Taurus?”
“Yea, actually. Born and raised in the Yukon. People don’t know that,” answers Slade.
"That's so sexilicious!"
“All shall feel my wrath. Vengeance is upon you! You will bleed from the insides and I will watch from the skies as you writhe in pain,” Marsham calls out.
“Well, that’s about all the time we’ve got today. Tomorrow, we’ll have a one-on-one sit down with the fourth member of this amazing match – Justin Marsham,” reveals Chad, “but until then, I’ll—“
“SEXAY!”
“What’s this?” asks Slade as he takes a small baby doll from a side hand off camera. “Has this baby been on a Quest? You’ve traveled across the Savana and through a Canyon to reach us?"
Marsham mutters, “My child.”
“Well, now baby this is happening,” Slade snarls and punts the doll off the screen.
Consumed with the role of Ricky Johnson, Marsham shouts and starts screaming, “My child is gone! The room is dark. My soul is black. You shall all pay. You shall pay for your transgressions. The end comes swift and darkness consumes all. Gloom! Sadness! Tears!”
“Settle down man! She was just caught in the Crossfire!” Slade retorts. “—besides, you probably set it up.”
“SEXAY!”
Stepping between the trio and moving closer to the camera, Chad continues to speak – bidding his farewell. “Tune in tomorrow when Justin Marsham and I sit down to have his first nCw interview. That’s tomorrow.”
Leaning over Chad’s right shoulder and speaking to the camera, Marsham’s voice comes off clear and unhindered by his performance. He no longer continues the act he has put on and asks, “Stereotypes. Aren’t they great?”
And – with that – the scene ends.
Fans are beginning to get use to Marsham’s sardonic humor. While he has emerged as a hated individual, he has drawn a following that makes him almost iconic. He, now, must convince nCw audiences that he has what it takes to emerge as the next big face in the company. But that is a task that will take all the efforts in the world to accomplish.
He plays on manipulation. He desires to be under his opponent's skin.
Childish? He expects them to criticize him, but could care less. It is all a game to him anyhow.
And that is certain.
But will that be enough to win a match against three other men?
Tune in Sunday to find out.