Post by EB Marcus on Sept 15, 2010 20:10:38 GMT -6
You guys may not know EB Marcus. Sad part is, you guys may never know who EB Marcus was. The even sadder part is, you guys will have to meet the new EB Marcus. You guys are forced to meet the no nonsense, "don't take sh*t off anybody", no more Mr. Nice Guy EB Marcus. Believe me though, you'll find out who he is...or at least who he is now. Who he was? Well, that guy is gone. Maybe one day you'll get a glimse of him, but as long as Marcus is in the wrestling business that's highly doubtful.
"When one door closes, another one opens up." It's been said, written, posted on bathroom walls, in classrooms all across America, magazines, papers, whatever and wherever. In the case of "Arkasas" talent EB Marcus, the state just sorta ended up being true.
The scene opens to Marcus seen sitting on a sofa in a hotel room. This room is nothing special, just something cheap, something temporary for Marcus while he's in Connecticut. The question is maybe instead of wondering why he's in a cheap hotel room, the bigger question is why he's in Connecticut. That's a question for another day though....so we'll skip it for now. Marcus is dressed in a black dress shirt, a light grey vest with a maltese cross stitched on the left breast. The sunglasses that he's almost made his trademark rests over his eyes. These particular pair of glasses are large, frameless, light brown in color with trim.
Marcus: A few months off of work definately puts a man's worth in perspective. Taking time doing absolutely f*cking nothing gives a man alot of time to think. To some people time off would give them alot of time to vent their anger, but to EB Marcus that same time off gave him time to sit and dwell on it. That's a bad thing. That's a very bad thing. That's a very terribly f*cking bad thing for World Pro Wrestling. That's a sh*t ton very terribly f*cking bad thing for the other wrestlers in World Pro Wrestling.
Marcus looks over to the corner of the room, closes his eyes for a brief moment. Almost like he's imagining something.
Marcus: Sunday May 30th, twenty ten. For some reason that date stands out for me. The Mellon Arena in Pittsburg....for some reason that arena stands out for me. I don't exactly know why, maybe I'm just going crazy. Maybe I just imagined something or dreamed something that never happened, but the emotions are still there. I don't understand why? For f*ck's sake, it seemed so real. Seemed just like I was there. Seemed like I heard fans screaming boos at me. Seemed like I remember standing in a wrestling ring at the end of the night. Seemed like I was holding a golden title belt in my hand. I guess it was a dream, because I remember this large red pig taking it away from me.
A glance back into the camera where Marcus shakes his head, almostl like he's trying to snap out of something.
Marcus: Back to the real world. The real world where, I just finished reading the details of the contendorship for the titles in WPW. Back to the real world where's there no way that I can get into one of the title matches to begin with upon WPW's return. That's not surprising. Hell RoyaLee should have just said "If you aint some old geezer from the past, then you aint sh*t around here." That would have just summed it all up and his secretary wouldn't have had to type all that crap up for him.
For a second it looks like Marcus' blood pressure may be getting up by his red flushed face and the tone of his voice, but he breathes in deeply, lets it all go, and begins speaking softly again.
Marcus: It's all fine for me that I'm not part of the first group to shoot at the World Pro titles. This way, I can just sit back and watch all the old farts beat the hell out of each other until one of their old asses gets so wore out they fall and the other just so happens to pass out on top for a three count. I'll just sit back and enjoy it. I'll sit back and watch everyone jockey for the attention of RoyaLee and Tyger Lippy, the entire time I'll be plotting out my time. I'll be looking for my way in. As soon as the World Champion is announced, I'll be out there to congradulate him on his "BIG" win. I'll be there to tell him how proud I am that he stands among greats like Striken, PDJ, and Grendel. Then I let him know how big of a bullseye that he's painted on himself. I'll sit back making the champion wonder just when and where I'll strike. Like a viper in a bush. Deadly and poisonous. The champion will be so proud, so happy that he brought the WPW back to the fans. That champion won't have too much time to celebrate before the fact that I'm coming after them will cause the hair on their neck to stand up. That champion will run out and get as many eight by ten photos printed off with that belt around their waist as they can. That champion will hold on to that belt with passion. Passion like it's the last thing they'll ever do. Counting the days that they will hold that coveted belt. Because every time they think of EB Marcus, that same hair will stand up. That cold sweat will begin to pop out. That heated feeling will hit them in the face. All because they'll remember me promising that I'll be there to strike....and believe me it is a promise. Because the easy part will be winning that title over some other ancient wrestler that "WAS" somebody back in the day.
Marcus begins pointing at the camera.
Marcus: Cause then the hard part comes. Then comes the time that you'll have to remain the WPW World Champion. And the biggest obsticle in your way to remain the champion is me. Because you see, by then I will have pinned whoever RoyaLee and Tyger Lippy has put in front of me. Whether it's Firebum, or his bastard son. Whether it's Ulie Dead or Stroken. By then I'll have beat everyone in that ring one, two, three. Because, the one thing that whoever holds that title hasn't done, is killed my passion. They won't have stopped my momentum. They won't have proven themselves to be the best in the business today, but they'll get their opportunity. That day will come when I step across from you, whoever you are, for the World Pro Wrestling World Championship. Because I won't care one bit about who you beat for that belt. I won't care about who you've beaten in the past. I won't care about what titles you've held before. All I'll care about is that you'll stand in one corner of the ring, and I'll stand in the other corner of the ring. On that night, one man will leave the arena and then they'll know that they'll be the best in WPW. And I promise you, that man will be "The Elite" EB Marcus.
The scene closes with EB Marcus standing to walk out of the cameras view.
"When one door closes, another one opens up." It's been said, written, posted on bathroom walls, in classrooms all across America, magazines, papers, whatever and wherever. In the case of "Arkasas" talent EB Marcus, the state just sorta ended up being true.
The scene opens to Marcus seen sitting on a sofa in a hotel room. This room is nothing special, just something cheap, something temporary for Marcus while he's in Connecticut. The question is maybe instead of wondering why he's in a cheap hotel room, the bigger question is why he's in Connecticut. That's a question for another day though....so we'll skip it for now. Marcus is dressed in a black dress shirt, a light grey vest with a maltese cross stitched on the left breast. The sunglasses that he's almost made his trademark rests over his eyes. These particular pair of glasses are large, frameless, light brown in color with trim.
Marcus: A few months off of work definately puts a man's worth in perspective. Taking time doing absolutely f*cking nothing gives a man alot of time to think. To some people time off would give them alot of time to vent their anger, but to EB Marcus that same time off gave him time to sit and dwell on it. That's a bad thing. That's a very bad thing. That's a very terribly f*cking bad thing for World Pro Wrestling. That's a sh*t ton very terribly f*cking bad thing for the other wrestlers in World Pro Wrestling.
Marcus looks over to the corner of the room, closes his eyes for a brief moment. Almost like he's imagining something.
Marcus: Sunday May 30th, twenty ten. For some reason that date stands out for me. The Mellon Arena in Pittsburg....for some reason that arena stands out for me. I don't exactly know why, maybe I'm just going crazy. Maybe I just imagined something or dreamed something that never happened, but the emotions are still there. I don't understand why? For f*ck's sake, it seemed so real. Seemed just like I was there. Seemed like I heard fans screaming boos at me. Seemed like I remember standing in a wrestling ring at the end of the night. Seemed like I was holding a golden title belt in my hand. I guess it was a dream, because I remember this large red pig taking it away from me.
A glance back into the camera where Marcus shakes his head, almostl like he's trying to snap out of something.
Marcus: Back to the real world. The real world where, I just finished reading the details of the contendorship for the titles in WPW. Back to the real world where's there no way that I can get into one of the title matches to begin with upon WPW's return. That's not surprising. Hell RoyaLee should have just said "If you aint some old geezer from the past, then you aint sh*t around here." That would have just summed it all up and his secretary wouldn't have had to type all that crap up for him.
For a second it looks like Marcus' blood pressure may be getting up by his red flushed face and the tone of his voice, but he breathes in deeply, lets it all go, and begins speaking softly again.
Marcus: It's all fine for me that I'm not part of the first group to shoot at the World Pro titles. This way, I can just sit back and watch all the old farts beat the hell out of each other until one of their old asses gets so wore out they fall and the other just so happens to pass out on top for a three count. I'll just sit back and enjoy it. I'll sit back and watch everyone jockey for the attention of RoyaLee and Tyger Lippy, the entire time I'll be plotting out my time. I'll be looking for my way in. As soon as the World Champion is announced, I'll be out there to congradulate him on his "BIG" win. I'll be there to tell him how proud I am that he stands among greats like Striken, PDJ, and Grendel. Then I let him know how big of a bullseye that he's painted on himself. I'll sit back making the champion wonder just when and where I'll strike. Like a viper in a bush. Deadly and poisonous. The champion will be so proud, so happy that he brought the WPW back to the fans. That champion won't have too much time to celebrate before the fact that I'm coming after them will cause the hair on their neck to stand up. That champion will run out and get as many eight by ten photos printed off with that belt around their waist as they can. That champion will hold on to that belt with passion. Passion like it's the last thing they'll ever do. Counting the days that they will hold that coveted belt. Because every time they think of EB Marcus, that same hair will stand up. That cold sweat will begin to pop out. That heated feeling will hit them in the face. All because they'll remember me promising that I'll be there to strike....and believe me it is a promise. Because the easy part will be winning that title over some other ancient wrestler that "WAS" somebody back in the day.
Marcus begins pointing at the camera.
Marcus: Cause then the hard part comes. Then comes the time that you'll have to remain the WPW World Champion. And the biggest obsticle in your way to remain the champion is me. Because you see, by then I will have pinned whoever RoyaLee and Tyger Lippy has put in front of me. Whether it's Firebum, or his bastard son. Whether it's Ulie Dead or Stroken. By then I'll have beat everyone in that ring one, two, three. Because, the one thing that whoever holds that title hasn't done, is killed my passion. They won't have stopped my momentum. They won't have proven themselves to be the best in the business today, but they'll get their opportunity. That day will come when I step across from you, whoever you are, for the World Pro Wrestling World Championship. Because I won't care one bit about who you beat for that belt. I won't care about who you've beaten in the past. I won't care about what titles you've held before. All I'll care about is that you'll stand in one corner of the ring, and I'll stand in the other corner of the ring. On that night, one man will leave the arena and then they'll know that they'll be the best in WPW. And I promise you, that man will be "The Elite" EB Marcus.
The scene closes with EB Marcus standing to walk out of the cameras view.
