Post by Marc Polo on Dec 3, 2011 21:55:09 GMT -3
To think Marc Polo headlines International Championship Wrestling’s first pay-per-view Championship Chamber at the iconic Madison Square Garden is devastating. No finer place could house President Logan’s soon-to-be masterpiece. For on this night, Marc Polo, an exclusive athlete, current Champion of cable Television, a Weapon of Mass Destruction, enters a cell equally dumbfounding as his iron fists.
We open with Marc Polo sitting crisscrossed on the arena’s entrance ramp, where in a few hours he will walk down to claim his Heavyweight Championship of the World. Polo is calm yet frightened mentally. Although the viewers at home see no signs of fear, inside Polo’s mind builds anxiety. No, he isn’t doubting his abilities. He isn’t second-guessing himself. On the contrary, he’s focusing. He’s preparing for the moment of his life.
Finally his eyes meet us, the camera.
Marc Polo:
“Diego compared me to Kanyon. He mocked my pride. He tried convincing the world that talk is cheap, it’s about the walk. This is why Diego is a hypocrite.”
Following a brief pause to lick his dry lips,
Marc Polo:
“Diego originally claimed to be a man of honor. Someone respectable. Someone wise. Do you think mocking me, Marc Polo, is wise? For Diego to call others out on character infringement, he sure has forgotten his role in this shit. He’s the luchador used to put motherfuckers like me over. Coz I’m finna squash and rob you of yo dignity, punk ass fucker. How is it you suddenly changed gimmicks. Are you CM Chipmunk now? Are you going to call me boring? Do you think you’re edgy for naming northern small-town ‘sports entertaining’ Vinnie Mac fawners? Do you suppose you’re an ‘agent of change, supporter of fun and creativity’ if you spent the last two weeks watching bullshit ’I AM’ promos and forcing use to listen to your babblings of being a true champion, only to completely fucking eat those words via my fist stuffing your stupid fucking face?”
Shaking his head in disapproval,
Marc Polo:
“One thing you never do is call your opponent boring or cheap, you buffoon. Remember the end game here: selling tickets. Who wants to see you face TJ Black if you publicly admit he’s the most worthless shitlord of all ICW has to offer? Who’d in their right mind bother to watch any more of Noah Hanson’s pointless promotional pieces if they discover he’s the equivalent of cow fertilizer? Meaning Noah is just helping the grass grow. Using his shitness to get other, more worthy people such as myself over. And like yourself, Diego, his body will undergo much anguish to prove I am deadly and precise.”
Cracking a small smile,
Marc Polo:
“Talk isn’t cheap, Diego. Talking can do much good when it comes to promotion. Me? I’m cocky, brash and constantly pointing out my awesomeness because it has yet to be disproved. Which is why these fans believe what I say. They’re nearly convinced that I am unstoppable, and after I win this Championship Chamber and make history Barry Bonds style, there will be no questioning Polo. As I said earlier this week, all you haters will apologize and give me my dues, which is all I ask for, really.”
Polo shrugs at his confession,
Marc Polo:
“But it won’t end there. They’ll keep tuning in waiting for someone to dethrone me. “My gosh, if Polo defeated Hanson, Razor, Black, Diego, Musso and practically all of the locker room, who’s left to challenge his might?” No one. That’s my objective: dictate the World. So, you see, I’m quite hungry. I’ve strategized and researched your flaws profoundly. As you fuckers will find out later today, I am one step ahead of you always. Another difference between my brilliant cerebral and you simpletons.”
He rises from the ramp way satisfied.
Marc Polo:
“For all you who haven’t betted yet, I swear to you going all in on Marc Polo will result in bank. Look at the statistics, gentlemen. I have yet to lose a match. I have yet to be caught. There is yet to be a proven flaw in my godlike soul. You say it’s going to take me everything I have and more to achieve? That’s where you’re wrong. In all actuality, it’s going to take all of you every ounce of blood, sweat and tear to walk out of that building. Most of you will wear crimson masks, the rest will be drenched in utmost shame as I tower over you little nig*as parading the most gorgeous belt in the world: my world heavyweight championship.”
Signaling his victory by pretending to stroke a belt around his waist,
Marc Polo:
“In closing, I’d just like to say, Logan: I did this for your product. I am becoming champion of your product to improve it’s standards and buyrates. I look forward to being the face of Wrestling Internationally.”
We open with Marc Polo sitting crisscrossed on the arena’s entrance ramp, where in a few hours he will walk down to claim his Heavyweight Championship of the World. Polo is calm yet frightened mentally. Although the viewers at home see no signs of fear, inside Polo’s mind builds anxiety. No, he isn’t doubting his abilities. He isn’t second-guessing himself. On the contrary, he’s focusing. He’s preparing for the moment of his life.
Finally his eyes meet us, the camera.
Marc Polo:
“Diego compared me to Kanyon. He mocked my pride. He tried convincing the world that talk is cheap, it’s about the walk. This is why Diego is a hypocrite.”
Following a brief pause to lick his dry lips,
Marc Polo:
“Diego originally claimed to be a man of honor. Someone respectable. Someone wise. Do you think mocking me, Marc Polo, is wise? For Diego to call others out on character infringement, he sure has forgotten his role in this shit. He’s the luchador used to put motherfuckers like me over. Coz I’m finna squash and rob you of yo dignity, punk ass fucker. How is it you suddenly changed gimmicks. Are you CM Chipmunk now? Are you going to call me boring? Do you think you’re edgy for naming northern small-town ‘sports entertaining’ Vinnie Mac fawners? Do you suppose you’re an ‘agent of change, supporter of fun and creativity’ if you spent the last two weeks watching bullshit ’I AM’ promos and forcing use to listen to your babblings of being a true champion, only to completely fucking eat those words via my fist stuffing your stupid fucking face?”
Shaking his head in disapproval,
Marc Polo:
“One thing you never do is call your opponent boring or cheap, you buffoon. Remember the end game here: selling tickets. Who wants to see you face TJ Black if you publicly admit he’s the most worthless shitlord of all ICW has to offer? Who’d in their right mind bother to watch any more of Noah Hanson’s pointless promotional pieces if they discover he’s the equivalent of cow fertilizer? Meaning Noah is just helping the grass grow. Using his shitness to get other, more worthy people such as myself over. And like yourself, Diego, his body will undergo much anguish to prove I am deadly and precise.”
Cracking a small smile,
Marc Polo:
“Talk isn’t cheap, Diego. Talking can do much good when it comes to promotion. Me? I’m cocky, brash and constantly pointing out my awesomeness because it has yet to be disproved. Which is why these fans believe what I say. They’re nearly convinced that I am unstoppable, and after I win this Championship Chamber and make history Barry Bonds style, there will be no questioning Polo. As I said earlier this week, all you haters will apologize and give me my dues, which is all I ask for, really.”
Polo shrugs at his confession,
Marc Polo:
“But it won’t end there. They’ll keep tuning in waiting for someone to dethrone me. “My gosh, if Polo defeated Hanson, Razor, Black, Diego, Musso and practically all of the locker room, who’s left to challenge his might?” No one. That’s my objective: dictate the World. So, you see, I’m quite hungry. I’ve strategized and researched your flaws profoundly. As you fuckers will find out later today, I am one step ahead of you always. Another difference between my brilliant cerebral and you simpletons.”
He rises from the ramp way satisfied.
Marc Polo:
“For all you who haven’t betted yet, I swear to you going all in on Marc Polo will result in bank. Look at the statistics, gentlemen. I have yet to lose a match. I have yet to be caught. There is yet to be a proven flaw in my godlike soul. You say it’s going to take me everything I have and more to achieve? That’s where you’re wrong. In all actuality, it’s going to take all of you every ounce of blood, sweat and tear to walk out of that building. Most of you will wear crimson masks, the rest will be drenched in utmost shame as I tower over you little nig*as parading the most gorgeous belt in the world: my world heavyweight championship.”
Signaling his victory by pretending to stroke a belt around his waist,
Marc Polo:
“In closing, I’d just like to say, Logan: I did this for your product. I am becoming champion of your product to improve it’s standards and buyrates. I look forward to being the face of Wrestling Internationally.”
