Post by Marquee on Jun 8, 2012 14:22:40 GMT -6
The place is Caesar's Palace, where Marquee is seated at a blackjack table. Two girls seem to hang on his back, rubbing on his chest and hands caressing his face. The dealer throws out two cards a 10 of diamonds and a 7 of clubs. Marquee adjust his red tie and smooths out his black vest and just leans back.
Marquee: Hit me.
One of the girls, a blonde in a tight red dress and pearl necklace, gives Marquee a funny look.
Marquee: Problem?
Woman: Hit on a 17?
The dealer doesn't wait he throws out a 2 of clubs. Marquee waves his hands to stay.
Woman: Ballsy move.
Marquee: Just a move.
Woman: There's $4,000 riding on that "move".
Marquee: You worried about me babe?
Woman: Of course.
Marquee: You aren't the only one. Everyone seems worried about me these days.
Marquee collects his chips, hands a few to the two ladies. They try to follow him, but he simply ignores them and continues walking. The cameras follow as he speaks to them.
Marquee: Everyone seems worried about me these days.
He grabs a pale green drink off of a server's tray, not even bothering to acknowledge her. He take a sip of it and makes a face. As he takes a few more steps he sits the glass down on another server's tray, once again not even bothering to acknowledge her.
Marquee: First I have Benjamin Silverman doing all he can to slow me down as much as possible. I'm not sure what his vendetta is against me. It could possibly be jealousy or it could be......
Marquee hands a $500 chip to an elderly lady at a slot machine.
Old Woman: Bless you sonny.
Marquee just ignores her and continues walking.
Marquee: Maybe it's the fact that I put his poster boy out of wrestling. I guess maybe ol' Ben had too much money invested into his prize MMA fighter Ulie Red. So what does he do? He decides to try to punish me over and over for it.
Marquee walks into a conference room and has a seat in a leather chair. A few men sitting at the other end of the table just give him stares.
Marquee: Sorry guys I'm going to need this room cleared out.
An older man with salt and peppered hair stands up.
Older Man: Sir, we have this room rented out for the day.
Marquee: Must be some kind of misunderstanding. WPW has this room for today.
Older Man: This is room 113.
Marquee: I believe it is.
Older Man: Says here on my itenerary meeting in 113. My associates have the same itenerary.
Marquee: Well then it seems that either your secretary or the hotel made a mistake. Now why don't you run along and see where you are supposed to be.
The men hesitantly start to exit the room. One man grabs a tray that has a silver pitcher of water and a some crystal glasses on them.
Marquee: Just leave those.
The man does as Marquee says as they exit the room.
Marquee: Now where was I? Oh yeah, ol' Ben's punishment. First off Benjamin sees another one of his prize possessions Eve Angeles on television hanging out at a nightclub with me. So what does he do? He terminates her contract with the Sterling Agency. Just for catching us on some fan's camera hanging out at a dive bar in Miami? Seriously Ben? I'm not going to sit back and deny that nothing happened with me and Eve. She is a sexy girl, and I'm the most attractive man in wrestling. Sometimes when you throw two hot people in the same place together things just happen. Now when asked, ol' Ben says that he didn't have any opportunities for Eve, but I know the truth. Ol' Ben saw firing her as a way to get under my skin. Well it didn't. In fact, I offered Eve a job as my personal secretary and I get to see her almost everyday. It turned out to be a win win situation for us. She still has a job, and I have the sexiest secretary in the world.
Marquee takes the water and pours himself a glass, using a pair of tongs to add a couple of cubes of ice into the glass. He leans back in the leather chair and swirls the glass a few times.
Marquee: So since everything worked out for the better, I decide to call a truce with ol' Ben. I give him his big break by becoming the star of his new show Silverstars. I throw myself into the Fed Cup challenge. Then against my better judgement I even tell Benjamin that I'm willing to go into the Roy Lee Rumble as his pick. It's an easy choice for him, since it's obvious that I will be the winner and become the new WPW World Champion. What does Benjamin do instead? He picks an idiot to become his choice. Seriously? Scooter? The guy who has even more of a slim chance of winning than anyone on the entire roster. Even Will Starr or Jamar would have been a better choice.
Marquee takes a sip fo the water.
Marquee: So Silverstars goes off the air and Benjamin Silverman is the laughing stock of the entire WPW. Then I hear the next day that Silverman had talked his way into gaining another pick for the Roy Lee Rumble and I'd figured he'd wisened up. I figured he saw how big of a mistake he made by choosing Scooter for the rumble, and I figured he was going to make things right and beg me to become his representative. Yet he goes on Goldpush Homecoming and makes a fool out of himself once again. He turns down my second offer and chooses Nathan Lucas. Seriously?
Marquee sets the water down on the table and looks around the room noticing a coffee pot in the corner. He makes his way over and pours himself a cup.
Marquee: My guess is that since ol' Ben made such a piss poor mistake by hoping one MMA star would make a name for himself, he could redeem himself by trying to take another to the top. Not such a terrible plan considering at the time I wasn't even in the rumble. That was until Roy Lee stepped up and showed the world who the real intellegent business man in WPW was. Roy Lee had the genius to invite me into the Roy Lee Rumble, the show and match named after himself. The smartest move any management has made since WPW's birth. He even goes so far as to allow me to add a price to it by keeping ol' Ben completely off Goldpush.
Marquee takes a sip of the coffee and spits it out in the floor. He sits it back down then has his seat back in the leather chair, deciding against any sort of beverage for moment. He grabs his cellphone and makes a call.
Marquee: Eve darling, could you bring me a good cup of coffee down to conference room 113. Thanks babe.
Marquee hits the hang up button on the phone and puts it back into his vest pocket.
Marquee: So every one of Benjamin Silverman's plans backfire on him. First off he looses the hottest ring announcer in the business just before his first show goes on the air. Secondly, he chooses an idiot to represent him in the Roy Lee Rumble. Then he tries to make up for one idiot, but choosing another failing MMA star. Then after all that, I make him look like a fool by sending him packing back to Silverstars. So now what's left for me to do? What's left for Marquee? Oh yeah, the WPW World Championship, and winning the Roy Lee Rumble.
Eve interrupts Marquee for a moment. She comes in dressed in a black short skirt and hose, a white shirt barely buttoned up, and a pair of black rimmed glasses. She hands Marquee a cup of coffee and begins rubbing his shoulders.
Marquee: Thanks babe.
As Eve continues to massage Marquee's shoulders and neck he continues.
Marquee: I guess this means I get to go through all the participants for the rumble. We'll start with Benjamin's first mistake Scooter. This idiot has been in like two matches. The guy can't even do an interview with a wrestler right, mush less become one. The guy is too obsessed with nachos and just being an overall idiot to be any kind of real threat. He's going to regret quitting Goldpush and even worse accepting a spot in the rumble.
Marquee takes a sip of the coffee and puts a hand on Eve's inner left thigh for an approval.
Marquee: Then I have two of my own cousins to deal with. First is Flea...um Hija De Bomba. She's a great kid, and maybe one day she'll be a great wrestler. I feel possibly even better than her dad, but right now she's just too young. Right now she's just way too inexperienced. And there's Tommy...T-Bomb, yet another failed MMA star. I have to say that I've never had much family love for the guy. Growing up we seemed to fight at every single family gathering that came along. I remember at age 6, Tommy was crying over me breaking his pink crayon. I tried to explain to him that pink was for girls. He cried on and on and on about his prissy pink crayola so bad that Papa Angelo ended up whipping me and taking Tommyboy to the store to get a new box of Crayons. That was okay, because later I took a piss on his My Little Pony pillow he slept with every night. Sorry to bring up old stories T-Bomb, but you're just going to end up like Ulie Red and Nathan Lucas, another failed "kung fu master".
Another sip of the coffee followed by a coy look to Eve who found Marquee's family story quite amusing.
Marquee: Who else is there? Oh yeah, Robbie. My own stable mate from New Era. It's obvious that I'm going to win the rumble and become champion, but if for some reason that didn't happen and by some miracle I'm thrown out of the ring, it's easy to see that Robbie Jr. will end up the World Champion. Either way, I'd be fine with it. The World title will come home with New Era. It's good to know that while everyone in the place is running around like chickens with their heads cut off that Robbie and I have friendships and partnerships going on in the ring. Good luck Rob.
Marquee throws a thumbs up.
Marquee: Then there's the newcomer Frost. Senile old Allen Rozell looking to pick himself a winner outside of the WPW roster. Old Allen trying everything he can to keep his family from shoving him into a nursing home where some underpaid nurse feeds him his green Jello and chicken broth everyday. Old Allen trying to prove that his mind still works by seeking out a "superstar" from elsewhere. Well it just so happen that I followed Hybrid Wrestling. I even had a few friends that wrestled there, Frost. While I am impressed at your credentials from Hybrid Wrestling, Frost, WPW isn't HWO. Drifter learned that himself while he was there, that's why he hasn't had a match in WPW since he left HWO. He was a big fish there, but just can't cut the mustard against the competition here. Frost, you'll figure that out at the Roy Lee Rumble, and it's very doubtfull that you will even stick around after that. Don't get me wrong Frosty, you have potential, just not enough to surpass myself or any of the New Era guys.
Another sip of coffee and another glance at Eve he has started loosening Marquee's red tie and has the first two buttons of his shirt undone. Marquee catches her hand and puts them back on his shoulders, slowing her down for a moment.
Marquee: Sorry guys, Eve gets a little carried away when I start talking about how great I am in the ring. I guess it's a reminder of how great I am at other things too. So who was next? Who haven't I talked about?
Eve: The oWo guy?
Marquee: Oh yeah, Dennis "I have bad knees yes ahaa" Mann. That guy is just here for the quick payout. He probably owes some bookie a few thousand dollars and is looking to pay him back before they really break one of his fragine legs. I respect the guy and how he has always taken what he's wanted. I respect how he didn't end up in SBK's shadow like SST did, but he isn't a real threat to me. Without his oWo buddies Roland Peck and Tony Ruiz, Dennis Mann is just there to draw a few old oWo fans and very little more. Besides if I need dirt on him, I'll dig it up from my cousin Angel. Who else?
Eve: Firebomb.
Marquee: The last WPW World Champion. He doesn't even want to be here. That's obvious by his actions at November Reign. The only reason that he held the title as long as he did was because I decided to cash in my Grab For The Grudge case against SST for the Big Gold title instead of using it against him. He was the guy that was given everything by our family, while I was out bouncing tables at one of our uncles strip clubs. While I was taking care of business in Chicago and Atlanta, Firebomb was being handed every damn thing our family owns just because his ugly mug was on television. It didn't take the family long to figure out the real star was running bets, keeping up with strippers tips, and taking care of family business. Well Firebomb, I made my way to Miami and I made my way to WPW. Just as much as you have done for the Committo family and WPW in the past, I'm going to do for their future. Simply put Firebomb, you are no longer the family jewel. You are no longer the golden boy, your torch has been passed to real talent. I have to admit that I got the looks of the family as well.
Eve: You sure did.
Marquee: Then I guess that just leaves us ol' Ben's pick. I've already mentioned his name a few times. He'll go on to prove that he's little more than Ulie Red or cousin T-Bomb is. Just another guy who couldn't handle it in the MMA, so he took a trip over to pro wrestling. You guys are all the same. You guys think that you can just come straight into the place and take over. You think that your karate training and abilities to catch a black eye now and then make you superior to us. That's a myth that Ulie Red had to learn the hard way. I had to not only beat him in the ring multiple times, but I had to take his girlfriend from him, and finally even injure him beyone repair to keep him out of the ring. Where's he now?
Eve: Maybe you should ask your ex.
Marquee: Not funny Eve.
Eve: Sorry babe.
Marquee: But she's right Nathan, nobody has really heard from him since I destroyed him in that ladder match. The guy had one defeat in mixed martial arts. He was a BUSHIDO Welterweight Champion, yet he couldn't hack the "pro" wrestling world. I'm sure that you've made that same mistake Nathan. I'm sure that you probably have this pre concieved notion that things are easier here. You'll see just like the rest of the Roy Lee Rumble participants Nathan, I'm the top dog around here.
Eve: Oh baby you forgot one.
Marquee: Who's that?
Eve: Candace hasn't revealed her pick yet.
Marquee: True, but that doesn't matter. Any man who doesn't have the guts to let everyone know he's entering the rumble can't be much of a threat. CC just held off her choice to try to seem mysterious. I'm not even going to regard Candace or her choice.
Marquee stands up out of the chair and grabs Eve around the waist and motions to the door.
Marquee: Now if you'll excuse use
Scene fades.
Marquee: Hit me.
One of the girls, a blonde in a tight red dress and pearl necklace, gives Marquee a funny look.
Marquee: Problem?
Woman: Hit on a 17?
The dealer doesn't wait he throws out a 2 of clubs. Marquee waves his hands to stay.
Woman: Ballsy move.
Marquee: Just a move.
Woman: There's $4,000 riding on that "move".
Marquee: You worried about me babe?
Woman: Of course.
Marquee: You aren't the only one. Everyone seems worried about me these days.
Marquee collects his chips, hands a few to the two ladies. They try to follow him, but he simply ignores them and continues walking. The cameras follow as he speaks to them.
Marquee: Everyone seems worried about me these days.
He grabs a pale green drink off of a server's tray, not even bothering to acknowledge her. He take a sip of it and makes a face. As he takes a few more steps he sits the glass down on another server's tray, once again not even bothering to acknowledge her.
Marquee: First I have Benjamin Silverman doing all he can to slow me down as much as possible. I'm not sure what his vendetta is against me. It could possibly be jealousy or it could be......
Marquee hands a $500 chip to an elderly lady at a slot machine.
Old Woman: Bless you sonny.
Marquee just ignores her and continues walking.
Marquee: Maybe it's the fact that I put his poster boy out of wrestling. I guess maybe ol' Ben had too much money invested into his prize MMA fighter Ulie Red. So what does he do? He decides to try to punish me over and over for it.
Marquee walks into a conference room and has a seat in a leather chair. A few men sitting at the other end of the table just give him stares.
Marquee: Sorry guys I'm going to need this room cleared out.
An older man with salt and peppered hair stands up.
Older Man: Sir, we have this room rented out for the day.
Marquee: Must be some kind of misunderstanding. WPW has this room for today.
Older Man: This is room 113.
Marquee: I believe it is.
Older Man: Says here on my itenerary meeting in 113. My associates have the same itenerary.
Marquee: Well then it seems that either your secretary or the hotel made a mistake. Now why don't you run along and see where you are supposed to be.
The men hesitantly start to exit the room. One man grabs a tray that has a silver pitcher of water and a some crystal glasses on them.
Marquee: Just leave those.
The man does as Marquee says as they exit the room.
Marquee: Now where was I? Oh yeah, ol' Ben's punishment. First off Benjamin sees another one of his prize possessions Eve Angeles on television hanging out at a nightclub with me. So what does he do? He terminates her contract with the Sterling Agency. Just for catching us on some fan's camera hanging out at a dive bar in Miami? Seriously Ben? I'm not going to sit back and deny that nothing happened with me and Eve. She is a sexy girl, and I'm the most attractive man in wrestling. Sometimes when you throw two hot people in the same place together things just happen. Now when asked, ol' Ben says that he didn't have any opportunities for Eve, but I know the truth. Ol' Ben saw firing her as a way to get under my skin. Well it didn't. In fact, I offered Eve a job as my personal secretary and I get to see her almost everyday. It turned out to be a win win situation for us. She still has a job, and I have the sexiest secretary in the world.
Marquee takes the water and pours himself a glass, using a pair of tongs to add a couple of cubes of ice into the glass. He leans back in the leather chair and swirls the glass a few times.
Marquee: So since everything worked out for the better, I decide to call a truce with ol' Ben. I give him his big break by becoming the star of his new show Silverstars. I throw myself into the Fed Cup challenge. Then against my better judgement I even tell Benjamin that I'm willing to go into the Roy Lee Rumble as his pick. It's an easy choice for him, since it's obvious that I will be the winner and become the new WPW World Champion. What does Benjamin do instead? He picks an idiot to become his choice. Seriously? Scooter? The guy who has even more of a slim chance of winning than anyone on the entire roster. Even Will Starr or Jamar would have been a better choice.
Marquee takes a sip fo the water.
Marquee: So Silverstars goes off the air and Benjamin Silverman is the laughing stock of the entire WPW. Then I hear the next day that Silverman had talked his way into gaining another pick for the Roy Lee Rumble and I'd figured he'd wisened up. I figured he saw how big of a mistake he made by choosing Scooter for the rumble, and I figured he was going to make things right and beg me to become his representative. Yet he goes on Goldpush Homecoming and makes a fool out of himself once again. He turns down my second offer and chooses Nathan Lucas. Seriously?
Marquee sets the water down on the table and looks around the room noticing a coffee pot in the corner. He makes his way over and pours himself a cup.
Marquee: My guess is that since ol' Ben made such a piss poor mistake by hoping one MMA star would make a name for himself, he could redeem himself by trying to take another to the top. Not such a terrible plan considering at the time I wasn't even in the rumble. That was until Roy Lee stepped up and showed the world who the real intellegent business man in WPW was. Roy Lee had the genius to invite me into the Roy Lee Rumble, the show and match named after himself. The smartest move any management has made since WPW's birth. He even goes so far as to allow me to add a price to it by keeping ol' Ben completely off Goldpush.
Marquee takes a sip of the coffee and spits it out in the floor. He sits it back down then has his seat back in the leather chair, deciding against any sort of beverage for moment. He grabs his cellphone and makes a call.
Marquee: Eve darling, could you bring me a good cup of coffee down to conference room 113. Thanks babe.
Marquee hits the hang up button on the phone and puts it back into his vest pocket.
Marquee: So every one of Benjamin Silverman's plans backfire on him. First off he looses the hottest ring announcer in the business just before his first show goes on the air. Secondly, he chooses an idiot to represent him in the Roy Lee Rumble. Then he tries to make up for one idiot, but choosing another failing MMA star. Then after all that, I make him look like a fool by sending him packing back to Silverstars. So now what's left for me to do? What's left for Marquee? Oh yeah, the WPW World Championship, and winning the Roy Lee Rumble.
Eve interrupts Marquee for a moment. She comes in dressed in a black short skirt and hose, a white shirt barely buttoned up, and a pair of black rimmed glasses. She hands Marquee a cup of coffee and begins rubbing his shoulders.
Marquee: Thanks babe.
As Eve continues to massage Marquee's shoulders and neck he continues.
Marquee: I guess this means I get to go through all the participants for the rumble. We'll start with Benjamin's first mistake Scooter. This idiot has been in like two matches. The guy can't even do an interview with a wrestler right, mush less become one. The guy is too obsessed with nachos and just being an overall idiot to be any kind of real threat. He's going to regret quitting Goldpush and even worse accepting a spot in the rumble.
Marquee takes a sip of the coffee and puts a hand on Eve's inner left thigh for an approval.
Marquee: Then I have two of my own cousins to deal with. First is Flea...um Hija De Bomba. She's a great kid, and maybe one day she'll be a great wrestler. I feel possibly even better than her dad, but right now she's just too young. Right now she's just way too inexperienced. And there's Tommy...T-Bomb, yet another failed MMA star. I have to say that I've never had much family love for the guy. Growing up we seemed to fight at every single family gathering that came along. I remember at age 6, Tommy was crying over me breaking his pink crayon. I tried to explain to him that pink was for girls. He cried on and on and on about his prissy pink crayola so bad that Papa Angelo ended up whipping me and taking Tommyboy to the store to get a new box of Crayons. That was okay, because later I took a piss on his My Little Pony pillow he slept with every night. Sorry to bring up old stories T-Bomb, but you're just going to end up like Ulie Red and Nathan Lucas, another failed "kung fu master".
Another sip of the coffee followed by a coy look to Eve who found Marquee's family story quite amusing.
Marquee: Who else is there? Oh yeah, Robbie. My own stable mate from New Era. It's obvious that I'm going to win the rumble and become champion, but if for some reason that didn't happen and by some miracle I'm thrown out of the ring, it's easy to see that Robbie Jr. will end up the World Champion. Either way, I'd be fine with it. The World title will come home with New Era. It's good to know that while everyone in the place is running around like chickens with their heads cut off that Robbie and I have friendships and partnerships going on in the ring. Good luck Rob.
Marquee throws a thumbs up.
Marquee: Then there's the newcomer Frost. Senile old Allen Rozell looking to pick himself a winner outside of the WPW roster. Old Allen trying everything he can to keep his family from shoving him into a nursing home where some underpaid nurse feeds him his green Jello and chicken broth everyday. Old Allen trying to prove that his mind still works by seeking out a "superstar" from elsewhere. Well it just so happen that I followed Hybrid Wrestling. I even had a few friends that wrestled there, Frost. While I am impressed at your credentials from Hybrid Wrestling, Frost, WPW isn't HWO. Drifter learned that himself while he was there, that's why he hasn't had a match in WPW since he left HWO. He was a big fish there, but just can't cut the mustard against the competition here. Frost, you'll figure that out at the Roy Lee Rumble, and it's very doubtfull that you will even stick around after that. Don't get me wrong Frosty, you have potential, just not enough to surpass myself or any of the New Era guys.
Another sip of coffee and another glance at Eve he has started loosening Marquee's red tie and has the first two buttons of his shirt undone. Marquee catches her hand and puts them back on his shoulders, slowing her down for a moment.
Marquee: Sorry guys, Eve gets a little carried away when I start talking about how great I am in the ring. I guess it's a reminder of how great I am at other things too. So who was next? Who haven't I talked about?
Eve: The oWo guy?
Marquee: Oh yeah, Dennis "I have bad knees yes ahaa" Mann. That guy is just here for the quick payout. He probably owes some bookie a few thousand dollars and is looking to pay him back before they really break one of his fragine legs. I respect the guy and how he has always taken what he's wanted. I respect how he didn't end up in SBK's shadow like SST did, but he isn't a real threat to me. Without his oWo buddies Roland Peck and Tony Ruiz, Dennis Mann is just there to draw a few old oWo fans and very little more. Besides if I need dirt on him, I'll dig it up from my cousin Angel. Who else?
Eve: Firebomb.
Marquee: The last WPW World Champion. He doesn't even want to be here. That's obvious by his actions at November Reign. The only reason that he held the title as long as he did was because I decided to cash in my Grab For The Grudge case against SST for the Big Gold title instead of using it against him. He was the guy that was given everything by our family, while I was out bouncing tables at one of our uncles strip clubs. While I was taking care of business in Chicago and Atlanta, Firebomb was being handed every damn thing our family owns just because his ugly mug was on television. It didn't take the family long to figure out the real star was running bets, keeping up with strippers tips, and taking care of family business. Well Firebomb, I made my way to Miami and I made my way to WPW. Just as much as you have done for the Committo family and WPW in the past, I'm going to do for their future. Simply put Firebomb, you are no longer the family jewel. You are no longer the golden boy, your torch has been passed to real talent. I have to admit that I got the looks of the family as well.
Eve: You sure did.
Marquee: Then I guess that just leaves us ol' Ben's pick. I've already mentioned his name a few times. He'll go on to prove that he's little more than Ulie Red or cousin T-Bomb is. Just another guy who couldn't handle it in the MMA, so he took a trip over to pro wrestling. You guys are all the same. You guys think that you can just come straight into the place and take over. You think that your karate training and abilities to catch a black eye now and then make you superior to us. That's a myth that Ulie Red had to learn the hard way. I had to not only beat him in the ring multiple times, but I had to take his girlfriend from him, and finally even injure him beyone repair to keep him out of the ring. Where's he now?
Eve: Maybe you should ask your ex.
Marquee: Not funny Eve.
Eve: Sorry babe.
Marquee: But she's right Nathan, nobody has really heard from him since I destroyed him in that ladder match. The guy had one defeat in mixed martial arts. He was a BUSHIDO Welterweight Champion, yet he couldn't hack the "pro" wrestling world. I'm sure that you've made that same mistake Nathan. I'm sure that you probably have this pre concieved notion that things are easier here. You'll see just like the rest of the Roy Lee Rumble participants Nathan, I'm the top dog around here.
Eve: Oh baby you forgot one.
Marquee: Who's that?
Eve: Candace hasn't revealed her pick yet.
Marquee: True, but that doesn't matter. Any man who doesn't have the guts to let everyone know he's entering the rumble can't be much of a threat. CC just held off her choice to try to seem mysterious. I'm not even going to regard Candace or her choice.
Marquee stands up out of the chair and grabs Eve around the waist and motions to the door.
Marquee: Now if you'll excuse use
Scene fades.
