Post by Marc Polo on Nov 16, 2011 22:20:06 GMT -3
"Boring. A common insult in pro wrestling. Everywhere I look, someone is calling the other boring. They say it's because of this shit ratings are low, competition is minimal and the industry isn't as interesting."
Marc Polo sits on a stool with his back turned to the bar, facing us. Behind the counter is a bartender cleaning a glass. The scenery is typical as the night for Polo. This visit is routine. It's well-known wrestlers unwind at bars after work because of the party atmosphere. In this case, Polo is no different. Drinking, dancing and fucking were ritual. A ritual that never wore out.
"TJ Black calls someone boring then rants about having heart, being the reason tickets sell, and being a true champion. La Vega says he's a champion because he's worthy. He represents the greatest and because he too has heart, he will win this match. Do I fucking need to call them boring? No. You people already know this is fucking dumb. TJ and Vega claim to be professionals yet they talk like fucking amateurs."
Addressing wannabes, however, had worn out. We zoom in closer for a better recording.
"You can love this sport all you want. You can take pride in selling tickets. You can claim to be the best, but none of it proves shit. To think it does is stupid, motherfuckers. I could rant for hours about how I met wrestling, why I love wrestling and what wrestling does for me, but how is that relevant? How does that tell these people I'm going to win the Television Championship and go on to headline for the World Heavyweight title?"
Polo shakes his head, gesturing his disapproval.
"Any arguments either of you clowns make will only be force-fed back to you. My job description is to wrestle and entertain. That's what I get paid to do. Winning titles and fans' respect is a bonus. There's not much to understand about pro wrestling, you drama queens. Just because Logan Owens finds this masked cunt to be a waste of money doesn’t mean he’s trying to kill lucha libre. Patrick Steel isn't an asshole because he has a staff position. On what fucking grounds does worth have anything to do with winning a championship? These suppose 'points' are stupid and only prove you two are pointless.”
After folding his arms,
"It goes like this. At Showdown, the three of us fight for the crowds entertainment. The three of us have the chance to not only advance in the chase for Heavyweight gold but leave with the Television championship. Do you know how to win? No, it's not by having the biggest hard-on for this fucking profession. It's based off of skill and willpower. Two of which I displayed flawlessly last week. That Musso bitch tried to kill my hype and write me off as some inexperienced, egotistical babbler, but look at the results. It was he who fit that description because I made it so, fuckers. The same will happen to you, too. So everything you try to sell, expect next week to be apologizing and bowing down to me, your ruler."
For the first time in this segment, Polo flashes us that white toothy grin.
"Me becoming television champion will tell people Logan Owens is smart. He booked me in this triple threat because after watching that magnificent standing ovation for me on last week's showdown, he understood that I make his product fun. The barriers I cross and the lines I walk signify an end to this age of weak. Vega and TJ, the two of you should prepare yourselves for disappointment. Not only are my hands the deadliest weapons a man could wield, but this week I prove wrestling can be taken to a whole other level with me involved. I desire to reduce you to the point of suicide."
Figuratively, that is.
"Because these people can only have one champion, and that’s me. My influence is and will continue to be powerful. When I become International Championship Wrestling’s first world champion, every media outlet will not only recognize the genius of Logan Owens and Patrick Steel for being the foundation of the great Marc Polo, but they’ll be credited for introducing the World’s Champion. That’s the difference between you two jesters and myself. I’m not saying you won’t be a threat. Sure, you guys have accomplished quite a bit, but you’re not on my level. Logan Owens knows this. It’s why in my second official match I am in a title match and qualifying for another. The people know this. It’s why Owens ordered his marketing team to produce my own clothing line to hit stores. I don’t mean to brag about my success, but you little bitches want to talk game like you swagging like me.”
Everyone has the potential to be something great. Only few achieve that status. Marc Polo will remind everyone of this standard at Showdown.
“Go ahead and keep up this façade of being knowledgeable promoters. ’Cause when you get knelt by the maven, enjoy sniffing my shit like the filthy flies you are. Logan Owens, why do you bother fucking with these idiots? Just hand me my title so I can do what your product promises: own internationally.”
And that closes the scene. Marc Polo is set to govern and launch into super-stardom. Much is on the line at Showdown. Not only does he understand this, he risks for fulfillment.
Marc Polo sits on a stool with his back turned to the bar, facing us. Behind the counter is a bartender cleaning a glass. The scenery is typical as the night for Polo. This visit is routine. It's well-known wrestlers unwind at bars after work because of the party atmosphere. In this case, Polo is no different. Drinking, dancing and fucking were ritual. A ritual that never wore out.
"TJ Black calls someone boring then rants about having heart, being the reason tickets sell, and being a true champion. La Vega says he's a champion because he's worthy. He represents the greatest and because he too has heart, he will win this match. Do I fucking need to call them boring? No. You people already know this is fucking dumb. TJ and Vega claim to be professionals yet they talk like fucking amateurs."
Addressing wannabes, however, had worn out. We zoom in closer for a better recording.
"You can love this sport all you want. You can take pride in selling tickets. You can claim to be the best, but none of it proves shit. To think it does is stupid, motherfuckers. I could rant for hours about how I met wrestling, why I love wrestling and what wrestling does for me, but how is that relevant? How does that tell these people I'm going to win the Television Championship and go on to headline for the World Heavyweight title?"
Polo shakes his head, gesturing his disapproval.
"Any arguments either of you clowns make will only be force-fed back to you. My job description is to wrestle and entertain. That's what I get paid to do. Winning titles and fans' respect is a bonus. There's not much to understand about pro wrestling, you drama queens. Just because Logan Owens finds this masked cunt to be a waste of money doesn’t mean he’s trying to kill lucha libre. Patrick Steel isn't an asshole because he has a staff position. On what fucking grounds does worth have anything to do with winning a championship? These suppose 'points' are stupid and only prove you two are pointless.”
After folding his arms,
"It goes like this. At Showdown, the three of us fight for the crowds entertainment. The three of us have the chance to not only advance in the chase for Heavyweight gold but leave with the Television championship. Do you know how to win? No, it's not by having the biggest hard-on for this fucking profession. It's based off of skill and willpower. Two of which I displayed flawlessly last week. That Musso bitch tried to kill my hype and write me off as some inexperienced, egotistical babbler, but look at the results. It was he who fit that description because I made it so, fuckers. The same will happen to you, too. So everything you try to sell, expect next week to be apologizing and bowing down to me, your ruler."
For the first time in this segment, Polo flashes us that white toothy grin.
"Me becoming television champion will tell people Logan Owens is smart. He booked me in this triple threat because after watching that magnificent standing ovation for me on last week's showdown, he understood that I make his product fun. The barriers I cross and the lines I walk signify an end to this age of weak. Vega and TJ, the two of you should prepare yourselves for disappointment. Not only are my hands the deadliest weapons a man could wield, but this week I prove wrestling can be taken to a whole other level with me involved. I desire to reduce you to the point of suicide."
Figuratively, that is.
"Because these people can only have one champion, and that’s me. My influence is and will continue to be powerful. When I become International Championship Wrestling’s first world champion, every media outlet will not only recognize the genius of Logan Owens and Patrick Steel for being the foundation of the great Marc Polo, but they’ll be credited for introducing the World’s Champion. That’s the difference between you two jesters and myself. I’m not saying you won’t be a threat. Sure, you guys have accomplished quite a bit, but you’re not on my level. Logan Owens knows this. It’s why in my second official match I am in a title match and qualifying for another. The people know this. It’s why Owens ordered his marketing team to produce my own clothing line to hit stores. I don’t mean to brag about my success, but you little bitches want to talk game like you swagging like me.”
Everyone has the potential to be something great. Only few achieve that status. Marc Polo will remind everyone of this standard at Showdown.
“Go ahead and keep up this façade of being knowledgeable promoters. ’Cause when you get knelt by the maven, enjoy sniffing my shit like the filthy flies you are. Logan Owens, why do you bother fucking with these idiots? Just hand me my title so I can do what your product promises: own internationally.”
And that closes the scene. Marc Polo is set to govern and launch into super-stardom. Much is on the line at Showdown. Not only does he understand this, he risks for fulfillment.
