View Full Version : Round 1: Jonathan Marx vs. King Krusher

04-19-12, 12:51 AM
Roleplay goes here. 2 RP limit for this round.​

04-20-12, 12:33 AM
(FADE-IN: KING KRUSHER is shown working out inside his gym which is part of Krusher’s Kingdom wrestling school in Chicago. He has the area to himself and he is listening to the Ultratitle podcast which has just concluded. As he finishes his last set of power squats, he places the bar back on the rack and towels off. This was a particularly fierce workout and Krusher is short of breath and drenched in sweat. His 43-year-old body aches but does not yield to the rigorous routine that it was just put through. However, his shape belies his age as he could be mistaken for someone in their late 20’s or early 30’s if it wasn’t for the lines on his face that mark years of stress and emotional hardship after losing a brother at a young age and seeing his wife battle and defeat breast cancer. He takes a long drink from his bottled water, catches his breath, and turns to the camera with a surprised look on his face…)

KING KRUSHER: “So the powers that be have drawn the brackets for the Ultratitle tournament and it appears that I am going up against “Gentleman” Jonathan Marx in the first round. With all this unfamiliar talent coming in from around the world I am matched up against someone I know extremely well. Or at least I thought I did.”

(K.K. takes another sip of water and sits on the bench with the towel over his shoulders)

K.K.: “Jon, I knew your father, I knew your godfather, I was there for your mother’s funeral, I saw you compete in AAU tournaments, and I was your boss in Great Lakes Championship Wrestling when I was commissioner during your rookie year. But it was somewhere between college and your pro debut that you became something that I didn’t appreciate or cared to know. I haven’t spoken to you in years and I don’t really know if anything has changed but what I do know is that I didn’t like the person I knew 7 or 8 years ago.”

(Krusher stands up and talks as he packs up some of his gear, included the laptop he just listened to the Ultratitle podcast on)

K.K.: “Your father, the legendary Werewolf, was and is a good man. So is your godfather Chris Wink. We spilled a lot of blood together in the mat wars of past decades and I expected better stock coming from that lineage. Not to downplay your talent Jon, because you have tons of it, but your attitude in general and your sense of entitlement that you possess because you think the world owes you something is what I am referring to. I’m not going to question how your father raised you because I know he wouldn’t appreciate it, but clearly something went wrong on the way to the big dance.”

(K.K. zips up his gym bag, puts a clean shirt on and sits back on the bench)

K.K.: “I welcomed you with open arms into GLCW and the next thing I know, your hanging around with the likes of Michael Manson and Anarky and participating in gang attacks on Maelstrom, Jean Rabesque, Golden Hawk and who knows who else. You drank the Kool-Aid and fell for Manson’s nonsense hook, line and sinker. I was EXTREMELY disappointed at how things turned out, because I expected so much better of you. Manson made my job miserable, and seeing you associate with scum like him made it even more miserable. And I know your father wasn’t too happy about it either because I called him up to figure out what the hell happened.”

(K.K. grabs his leather jacket off a hook and slides it on)

K.K.: “But you were an adult and you made the choices you chose to make and that is your perogative. And like I said, it’s been 7 or 8 years since I’ve even seen you in person so maybe your attitude is changed and you’ve become a little more humble. I wouldn’t know. But if not, I will MAKE you humble in short order. You see, I’ve got something to PROVE, Jon. I helped to pave the way for guys like you to get guaranteed contracts, a soft road schedule, huge endorsements and marketing deals…and sometimes I just don’t feel like I get enough credit for it.”

(Krusher picks up the laminated Ultratitle invitation that was sitting nearby as motivation)

K.K.: “THIS is my chance to take my rightful spot amongst the immortals of our great sport and you just happen to be the first speed bump in my path to glory. You as well as anybody should know what you’re up against and you should be very concerned about your near future. I’m certainly not underestimating your abilities because I had a chance to see you up close and personal for quite a long time. I know what you’re capable of. And don’t think that because I haven’t wrestled regularly in almost 10 years that I’m going to be shaking the rust off and looking like a zombie out there…I’m as READY as I’ve ever been and waiting for the right opportunity to stake my claim! Well, the time is NOW. AND THAT SUCKS FOR YOU!!”

(K.K. turns and leaves the gym area. The camera zooms in on the invitation as the lights are turned off. FADEOUT)

04-22-12, 04:50 AM
::Marx after a long day of training, Marx is resting in his living room, watching the All Japan Champion's Carnival show streaming live on his seventy inch plasma television in his living room with Jacobs::

JONATHAN MARX: Back in my father's day, if he wanted to see the Champion Carnival, he'd have to wait a couple of weeks for it to air on television, then he'd have to wait another couple of weeks for his supplier to get the tapes in and mail out the mass printed listing, then on top of all that, he'd have to order via mail and wait for his tapes to come in.

BRANDON JACOBS: Now all you have to do is hook your computer up to your television and click on a link!

JONATHAN MARX: My father is one of those people who rant and rave about how people don't fully appreciate what we now have. King Krusher actually reminds me a lot of my Dad. Yelling at the news shows on television, yelling at kids to get off his lawn... how did all these wrestlers that I thought were cool growing up with as a kid become such old men?

BRANDON JACOBS: It happens to everyone at one point and we always swear that when we get older, we are going to be different, but we wind up knocking on doors, yelling at kids to keep down the noise that they call rock and roll music.

JONATHAN MARX: King Krusher was this bad ass though. Yes, he could go in the ring if he wanted to, but he was primarily known for his brawling like my father was and while people loved a good fight, in those days brawlers very rarely got their chance to at the World Title. That went to the showmen, the muscle men, and the technicians. That is why when I decided to become a pro wrestler that I decided I was going to break away from the mold that my father and grandfather had set and show the world that the Marx Family could wrestle as well. That we all weren't just all a bunch of street thugs. Who would have thought that the grandson of Ruoric Hun Baker would graduate from Princeton University?

BRANDON JACOBS: When someone graduates from Princeton, when they are a third generation wrestler, and they are rich, they automatically think that you feel entitled and that you turn you nose up at everyone.

JONATHAN MARX: My success and my families' success comes from generations of hard work. There is no harder business than the wrestling business with all the traveling and the toll it takes on you both physically and psychologically. I even distanced myself from my father and grandfather because as proud as I was of them, I wanted to make it on my own, continuing my studies under the alltime great of the day, Michael Manson. I still even to this day work hard to try to learn something new every day in order to stay a step ahead of my opponents.

BRANDON JACOBS: Maybe Krusher is just trying to fire you up.

JONATHAN MARX: I don't need anyone to fire me up, this is for the Ultratitle and a shot at making history and even more so, a chance for me to face one of the wrestlers who was in my extended family, a wrestler that I grew up watching, one on one. If he wants to wrestle, I'll wrestle, if he wants to fight, he knows better than anyone wrestling today how deep that is in my blood.


04-22-12, 05:06 PM
(FADE-IN: A NGEN ring circa 1993. A wild tag team brawl is occurring featuring King Krusher and Werewolf vs. Pestilence and Brother Blood. All four men are wearing the crimson masks and the crowd is firmly behind Krusher and Werewolf. The referee is having an incredibly difficult time maintaining order as the action keeps spilling to the outside and ringside furniture keeps getting involved. Outside the ring, Pestilence pulls out an iron spike from under the ring and begins to drive it into the forehead of Krusher and the crimson mask becomes a five-alarm bloody gusher. Werewolf comes to the rescue and drives Pestilence away as the referee throws out the match. Chris Wink and Max Knight run out from the locker room to help Krusher and restore order.

CUT-TO: A modern day KING KRUSHER sitting in a leather office chair watching a monitor with the previous match’s conclusion. He swivels the chair to the camera and speaks)

KING KRUSHER: “I remember that match very well. If I remember correctly, the Observer voted it the most violent match of 1993. Werewolf may have very well saved my career as Pestilence was not going to stop until he drilled that spike into my brain. That was the very first time that I felt my career and even my life threatened in a wrestling match. But Werewolf had my back and prevented my unscheduled lobotomy and I lived to fight another day.”

(K.K. picks up the remote and turns off the monitor)

K.K.: “Yes Jon, I was known as a brawler and that match we just saw showcased that. And you are right, I didn’t get too many World Title shots in my career and maybe some of that lent to my style as I wasn’t taken very seriously as an in-ring technician. My main focus was to entertain the fans and most of them responded to a huge series of right hands as opposed to a chain wrestling sequence into a pinning combination. Keep in mind that was 1993…my second year and in the sport and I had many years of development ahead of me. But most people forget that my amateur credentials are top-notch. I won the Illinois State High School Athletic Association wrestling title in my weight class my senior year. Unfortunately, my brother’s death prevented me from trying out for the ’88 Olympic team as he was killed in the line of duty as a Chicago police officer.”

(K.K. pauses briefly to collect his thoughts after reflecting upon that horrible moment in his life)

K.K.: “Part of the anger of losing my brother was channeled into my wrestling style and that’s why I am known more for my wild brawls than any five star mat classics. The promoters could always depend on me to put on a show, entertain the fans, and put whatever bad guy the fans wanted to see get their come-uppance in their place. And that was fine by me. I made a great living.”

(K.K. stands up and stares off camera as if he is thinking deeply)

K.K.: “And maybe you’re right about guys like me and your father, Jon. Maybe we are getting old and we just can’t accept the fact that we didn’t get the perks and the privileges that today’s youth get in the wrestling business. And maybe I am bitter about being denied my rightful place in the business among the legends. Or maybe I’m just paranoid. Either way, I have the chance to make this all right in my mind in the Ultratitle tournament. It’s time to do something for MY well-being!”

(K.K. pauses briefly as if he slightly regrets what he just said)

K.K.: “Don’t get me wrong…everything I do in the ring is still 100% for the people that lay down their hard-earned money to see a great show. But it’s time that I got a little selfish. And Jon, you should know a lot about that. If you want to make this a mat classic, I will match you move for move and make you dizzier than some of your most workrate-heavy comp tapes from Japan. If you want to brawl…you already lost the match. So I leave the ball in your court. You pick the style you want and I will adapt to it, work it better, and then DEFEAT you. That’s how confident I am at this point in my life that I can handle anything you throw at me. I know you’re a hard worker…I know you’re not lazy. Your father would never let that happen. But don’t take anything for granted, because you can lose everything in a flash.”

(K.K. turns to leave but then stops and turns back to the camera)

K.K.: “One more thing, I almost completely forgot about that complete waste of space Brandon Jacobs. Besides being your personal fluffer, what good has this human rash EVER done for you besides confirm your own delusions? Your father and I didn’t need guys like that to guide us or give us direction and you certainly don’t either. Word of warning…if that clown even THINKS of interfering in our match, I’m gonna kick his ass right off the planet! And that’s gonna be REAL bad news for you Jon, because I expect this to be a one-on-one affair and if it’s not, you’re gonna look like I did after that spike job I took in ’93! AND THAT SUCKS FOR YOU!!”


04-25-12, 02:17 AM
::Marx is sitting in his black tights and boots, sitting on the edge of the ring in his gym::

JONATHAN MARX: It is funny that you brought up New Gen. I was going back and rewatching some of your old matches, you really were a warrior back then. Still are for your advanced age. It brought back a memory of when I was a kid and I was backstage at a NGEN show when I saw this wrestler I didn't recognize and back then I used to know who all the wrestlers were so I asked my dad, “Who is the jobber?” My father chuckled and sat me down and told me something that I will never forget. In order for this sport to go on, you have to give new people a chance, you need to think about what the sport will be like one year, five years, and even ten years down the road and realize, for this sport to be healthy, while we can enjoy the day, we always need to be looking ahead to tomorrow. That was the meaning behind the name “New Generation” or NGEN.

He told me that there will be those who want to be rooted in the past and hoping that tomorrow will never come. Unfortunately, it eventually comes for every man. There will be some that will try to hold on for dear life and will only leave kicking and screaming and there will be people who you never want to leave, who you think of as brothers over time, who will simply walk away.

He told me that despite the anger and the sadness, that all the good that it brings makes this sport worth it and worth fighting to preserve for the future whether we are a part of it or not.

He told me that guy I didn't know in the dressing room could be the future of the business and while he wasn't Zack Sirus, Earl of Doom, Chris Wink, Pestillence, you, or my Dad, that I should keep an open mind to the future.

Do you know who that guy wound up being? In this case, absolutely no one. He didn't last more than a couple of shows. What it did though was it opend my eyes and eventually, there were guys who emerged as unknowns and got experience against the best of the best and watching their rise to the top was like being on a magical journey. Leagues that had passed on these younger guys saw it too and all of a sudden, they were getting job offers from the crème de.la crème of wrestling. Some left, most stayed, but New Gen continued on in the spirit that it always did and always will.

I couldn't help but notice the similarity between the spirit of New Gen and the Ultratitle tournament. With all the big stars from all over the world gathered in this Ultratitle tournament, this is a chance for the stars of today and tomorrow to emerge on the big stage. This tournament could be what lights the fire for what is happening a year from now, five years from now.... this is a brand new day for the sport. Krusher, while I would love for you to have your George Foreman moment, this is a battle for the future of our sport and I'm going to try my damnedest to be the one who leads this sport into another golden age so there ultimately will be a “Krusher” who gets his due, when he deserves to get it.