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Chad
05-06-12, 10:38 PM
RP runs through Monday, May 14. 2 RP limit in this round.

Steve
05-08-12, 07:06 PM
It was the waiting Melton hated.

Everything else was just a detail. The performance, the expected afterglow and cash payout were never a cause for anxiety. But the wait, the horrors of being helpless for one of the few times in his life only made matters worse. He was Joey Melton. Why would the questions of what he faced next destroy him?

The man known as the Unifier had fought to a draw in front of a sell-out crowd on the Korean border. Sure, it was only a small fishing village, and he couldn’t be certain it was televised on either side, you know, with the communists controlling media. But, even commies had to appreciate a 15-foot scaffold match between the great former CSWA champion and a midget. Why wouldn’t they? The scaffold was made out of bamboo and constructed by two former North Korean military generals.

Local economy boost!

Melton thought he’d be a hero, putting two disgraced Army heroes back to work. This is what he did, he helped people, he entertained, he allowed them to dream again. And if he could pay a nickel to create a prop that United Air would’ve charged an arm and a leg to check, then all the better.

Instead he was threatened with imprisonment and told his “show” wouldn’t be promoted. Two days before the event, he took matters into his own hands and stapled signed 8x11 headshots with a date, time, and location to his performance, but hours after the last staple pierced his skin, a Korean riding a mule threw the ads back in his face. Propaganda they charged.

Even though Joey feared for his life, he was high as a kite. Sure, he was heavily medicated by nature, but the charge Melton received from being over with the North Korean overlords well, frankly, it caused a little blood to rush to his tip.

Hornet was a 100-time World everything.

Dan Ryan was an owner, World champion, and married a Troy.

Troy Windham’s wrestling buddy came with solar panels, he was Green party approved, and a fact that pissed Melton off so, because he knew Troy Windham didn’t give a **** about the environment. Joey was the vegan. Melton was the one who bathed in soy milk and thought briefly about picking up trash alongside a small strip of i-40. Yet, the Green party had ignored Melton’s backing for years.

These three men weren’t over in communists countries, were they? My God could you imagine if there was a trial, if Melton was tried and convicted to jail in North Korea? The headlines? The Nancy Grace exclusives. Would the government allow Anderson Cooper in to have a sit down with Melton while he waited execution? Would he be allowed to perform for other political prisoners? This could be the biggest thing since Johnny Cash sang in Folsom Prison! But alas, the man on a mule simply spat at Joey and rode away. Like so many other chances for glory in his life, this one faded as well.

Word of mouth did manage to spread however. Handfuls of locals came out to see the midget being tossed around the ring and hung from the air. Sure, they’d seen glimpses of “Friends” or “Rocky V” on state TV before, but never anything quite like this. The idea that Melton was a representative of American entertainment, was all Joey wanted out of the trip. He was okay with tossing aside the dreams of playing in front of 100,000 communists and accidentally stumbling upon secret nukes. If these poor sods thought he was the best thing America had to offer, mission accomplished. Tell Troy Windham to suck on that.

Joey Melton had lived one hell of a life. He survived being lost in the desert with Mike Randalls, and a weekend at Eddy Love’s Lake Hartwell estate where "Frank" the ostrich in Love’s petting zoo tried to maul Melton’s perfect face. The fact that he had reduced Eddy Love to training an ostrich to attack gave him wood. That Love trained the bird to attack by the code word “cum dumpster” was impressive nonetheless.

And this is where Melton was now. Rehashing these sweet dreams in hopes of recreating their desired effect.

“This has,” said Joey as he looked sheepishly away from the beautiful blonde next to him in bed, “never happened to me before.”

(OFF Camera – SFX – COUGH.)

“Quite Adrian, I’m working.”

ADRIAN EVANS: Working? What the hell does this have to do with the ULTRATITLE anyway? You’re supposed to be promoting your match with Matthew Davis, not in bed with a whore, shooting a sex tape.

“Hey!” the whore softly spoke up. Whore is relative, but she responded to the craiglist ad. Her name is Britany and she’s a 22 year-old waitress working at Sonic, but damn does she look good on those skates. She’s also taking improv classes on the weekend. She likes thinking on her feet. That she’s good off of them is a bonus, really. She’s here in bed with Melton because she was told this was a) a music video shoot and b) a music video shoot for Troy Windham’s band, “The Sex Slaves.”

“She’s not a whore Adrian,” Melton reassured as he looked in her eyes. Hell, she probably was, who the **** knows. Ten years ago it wouldn’t have mattered, but Lindsay Troy changed Melton. This is why he’s as limp as a wet noodle.

ADRIAN EVANS: Sorry honey, you’re an actress, ok? You’re too good for this ****. Hell, I’m too good for this ****. Melton on the other hand, this is right up your alley. What are you waiting for Joey? We’re burning daylight and I’m prairie doggin’ in a big way over here.

MELTON: Inspiration.

ADRIAN EVANS: Geebus man, you’re not actually going to **** this woman on film for the promo spot. (beat) Are you?

MELTON: Not for the promo spot, no.

BRITANY: He’s not ****ing me at all.

MELTON: We didn’t hire you to be argumentative, sweetie.

BRITANY: When do I meet Troy Windham?

MELTON: The premise Adrian is to show Matthew Davis I’m still on top. Focus groups have also stated they like me in spots where I’m with a woman. This is the last run for me Evans I’m going out being Joey Melton.

BRITANY: Who?

ADRIAN EVANS: And you need to be hard to create, ambiance?

MELTON: Just keep reading the narration I wrote.

ADRIAN EVANS: Alright. (Evans picked the script back up and read.)

She was uncomfortable by all of this. The lights, the set, the enormous star in front of her eyes. Britany didn’t know what to think. Should she sleep with him after the shoot just for hoots? He was old enough to be her father, but ---

MELTON: You prick. (Evans laughs) I was up all night writing this, at least read what I wrote so when it’s seen, it makes sense.

ADRIAN EVANS: Somebody’s actually watching this?

MELTON: If you quit dicking around and get back to work, in time, yes they will.

(Britany bolts out of bed)

BRITANY: I’m getting the hell out of here before I end up half-naked and chained to a furnace.

MELTON: (as Britany leaves) That’s the next scene, honestly. That’s great.

BRITANY: Get lost.

MELTON: I’m just impressed she read the script. You know, it shows somebody cared…

EVANS: Who the hell is watching this, seriously?

(Melton gets out of bed, throws on a shirt and walks over to a director’s chair where Evans sits.)

MELTON: I was gonna bring in a fake audience to watch as I cut the promo with the ***** in my arms.

EVANS: The fake au—(Melton points to a corner of the room where a dozen life-sized card board cut outs of men and women are propped up in a corner.)

EVANS: Seek help.

MELTON: You’re right. Keep it simple. Old-school. Meet me in the video room in 15 minutes.

EVANS: Dammit Melton I’m not watching Hungarian starvation porn with you again. I won’t!

(WIPE CUT TO – Joey Melton in front of an ULTRATITLE backdrop.)

JOEY MELTON: You know Matthew I’m sure you’re something to somebody. I’m sure your momma loved you like an only child and maybe somewhere, somehow you’ve found somebody to love you, somebody even to do some ****ed up **** to you whenever you’ve had a bad day or realize Marvel’s killed off another one of your childhood heroes. If you’re in this tournament you’ve got a gold star by your name on the big board. We’re all to be congratulated for that.

But this isn't about perfect attendance. You don’t show up and win. The crop gets thinner from here. It’s about what you bring to the table, and Davis I don’t think you’ve got **** left to bring that you didn’t show me in round one.

We all like muffins and we all like the muffin man, but nobody’s weeping that Kin has to go back to cleaning toilets and rummaging through dumps for food again. Your check’s a little bigger and you get on TEE VEE once more, but this is the end of the line, kid.

Too many people think the ULTRATITLE is about whatever story you’ve got to tell. **** that. It’s about what you do in the ring. What I’ve done in the past doesn’t matter. I’m bored just talking about it. But, the fact is people in this business CAN’T stop talking about what I’ve done.

You want to win Davis?

You have to be ready to fail.

Joey Melton never put on face paint, or measured personal gain by milligrams. I’ve just been better than everyone over the last twenty years.

Maybe you can win this, Davis. And if you’re the next ULTRATITLE winner and you change the course of your own personal history, great story kid, but to do it you have to end mine.

Joey Melton will go out of this business as he came in. The ULTRATITLE winner. Why? Because no other script fits. Matthew Davis winning may make your momma proud, and some **** in mid-america happy who loves random crazy ****, but you’re going to have to carry more weight on your shoulders than you’re prepared to I’d bet, because Joey Melton made this business what it is today, I’ve been carrying that burden since day one.

If you’re ready to lift it from me, Matthew, bring your work shows and bend with your knees.

I know, I’m just another loud mouthed New Yorker to hate, but really, we do it best.

(FADEOUT)

Steve
05-13-12, 02:52 AM
For all his sexual exploits Joey Melton was never a porn addict.

Sure, he attached the level of sentimental value to “barely legal” many did with “Christmas morning,” and he lived for the hunger with which paparazzi hunted celebrity twat free of their evil panty suppressors stepping out of luxury limousines, but he never understood the obsession with the porn industry. Most of the women in the business today are eastern European community college students sold into sex slavery. One minute they’re preparing for a poorly taught class on America’s civil war, the next they’re duct taped and sold on the joys of laser hair removal. And the Unifier’s heart bleeds for the Canadian runaways who sneak out in the middle of the night in the frozen water, bra and panties, skating for Southern freedom. America’s the land of opportunity until you can’t get that big Activia commercial break with Jamie Lee Curtis and have to settle for the part of “Ma’am” in the Webster Porn parody.

It’s not what you tell Mom. You don’t tell her you’re being ****ed by an Alex Karras lookalike in a dumb waiter, who wants to hear the truth? Show business is tough. It’s cruel. They say Hitler was just pissed at missing the lead in “Hello, Dollee.” Rejection takes everyone by surprise. Here they are, the runways, someone’s daughter, albeit not an American’s, on her back paying the rent. It’s still show business, more or less. Still entertaining.

Melton himself comes for a family of performers. Both parents were carnies, freak shows capitalizing on being outcast from society. It’s the family heritage that’s served Joey well over the years when the calls stopped tricking in, when men like Chad Merritt and Dan Ryan told him their companies had to get younger and step away from the decade where there was still some ambiguity over Richard Simmons’ sexuality. No stage is too small.

He was having trouble with the reality that any match in the ULTRATITLE Tournament could be his last. Melton was set to retire, on his terms, after the event. The storybook ending was farfetched, and truth be told it’s not what he wanted. Joey just wants that last high note. Somewhere in these next few weeks and months, can he conjure his best? Is it possible Melton’s greatest performance could be his last?

If it takes two to tango, Melton was concerned over not knowing a damn thing about his opponent, “The Dream” Marcus Davis. Adrian Evans suggested googling Davis’s name. Joey was shocked to learn Davis was independently wealthy. Apparently Davis’ family got into the Adult diaper business at the right time. And thank God they did, you know? How long had grown men and woman suffered in silence, soiling themselves without comfort, without protection? Too long, that’s all that matters. So the Davis family did something about it. They retreated to the nuclear fallout shelter Davis’ grandfather built when old-fashioned romantic ideas like mutual assured destruction carried weight. The Davises didn’t come out of the shelter until their diaper; the adult diaper was ready for market testing. Three days they spent underground, trying out different material, none of them leaving for the comforts of indoor plumbing. They stayed in their chamber, and peed and **** themselves until they had a winner, until none of them could tell the other were relieving.

Davis has never had to work a day in his whole life. He wrestles because he’s too rich to beat himself. And let’s face it, as slutty as Jennifer Love Hewitt is, would she date someone without a learned trade?

Marcus has been in films, too.

This is what excited Melton the most. As he looked over the google hits, taking a brief detour to starcelebs Hewitt’s page, he saw the titles under Davis’ name. He was shocked.

Marcus Davis wasn’t a mainstream actor.

He was a ****ing porn star.

“Undercover Buddies.”
“Arm Whipped and Creamed.”

These were shot before Davis’ ascent into the realm of professional wrestling, and Melton had to give credit where credit was due, Marcus was a man of great, um, talents. Davis even mentions on his webpage he’d been in films. Did he not know the difference between “Singing in the Rain” and “It’s Raining Men?”

He was proud of his past; Joey understood the dream better.

Marcus was also a charitable man. In Tampa, where he was born, he had a Children’s hospital built a few years ago. Melton decided it was there, he’d get the answers he sought. Who better to tell Joey what kind of man Marcus was than the kids who were fighting cancer on his dime. Joey just wondered if Make-A-Wish would have granted his access had they known of “The Dream’s” star turn in “Anal and Andy.”

“Who are you sir?” the front desk asked as she poured over her computer.

“Joey Melton. I’m here on Mr. Davis’ behalf.”

“Oh?”

“He asked me to grant a few kid’s wishes.”

“You’re not a ****ing genie Melton,” Adrian Evans punched Joey in the back of the leg. “You’re not here to take the kids to Disneyworld, or help them see into the future.”

“I realize that you idiot. But, one wish. Come on everybody asks for more wishes. I can grant that.”

“And then what? Huh? What do you do when little Johnny asks to understand the meaning of life or live to see his sister’s wedding?”

“Part of the healing process are the wishes. Kids always aim high. They’ll ask for the moon then talk themselves down into a more manageable range. The last kid I had wanted world peace, but settled for me dating his mom.”

“You dated a Make-a-Wish kid’s mom?”

“That’s what he wanted!”

“No, that’s what you wanted. Have you no shame? Wait, I retract that statement.”

“Adrian, what I supposed to do? Huh? Tell him when he gets better he’s blasting off into space. He got to meet a superstar and I got to learn up and close and personal about attachment parenting.”

“You disgust me.”

“Younger sister is 4 and still breast feeding. It was the night of my life, let’s just say that.”

“Stop it! You’re only saying this because of this week’s TIME cover. “

“Are you calling me a liar?” Melton shoves Evans.

“I tell it like it is buddy,” Adrian shoves Melton with two hands. “Always have!”

“Go to hell!”

“you son of a…” Adrian tackles Melton in front of the reception desk and starts wailing.

“Gentlemen, please! Security, someone! Help!”

“I’ve got a few stories about your mom too,” Melton gets Adrian in a sleeper.

Before Joey could lock on the hold as tightly as he wanted, both men were picked up by their shirt collars and thrown out of “The Dream” Children’s Hospital. As Melton bounced off the concrete he turned to look back and on the second floor saw some kids watching this madness with their face pressed against the glass. Joey sheepishly waved, then grew embarrassed.

“Look at us Evans.”

“Nice choke, Melton. You could have killed me in there!” Adrian was visibly shaken.

“Stop. Adrian, stop it. This is exactly what Davis wants. He’s barely said a word…”

“He hasn’t said a word, you moron.”

“And already he’s got us fighting between ourselves.” Joey looks at Adrian and nods impressively. “Oh, he’s good. Real good.”

YanSuko
05-13-12, 03:06 AM
When faced with an obstacle you are unfamiliar with there is only a few possible choices one can make. Life is a continuous test that some decide to label unfair, while using every new encounter as the opportunity to complain about their station in life. Those individuals are their own worst enemy as they do not have the confidence needed to believe they can overcome whatever is put in their path.

…Those people are unfortunate…

Some are satisfied with their current position in life, when they encounter a new aspect of life they choose to not pursue it, as they see no point in taking a risk in which could see them fail. These people will never advance in life as instead of pursing greatness, they are alright living under another’s shadow.

…They will never advance past a 9-5 work schedule…

Others have the uncanny ability to have the drive, motivation, and determination to never be satisfied with where they are in life. Once they reach a goal, they already have another benchmark planned to see them reach further success. Failure is present in each of their daily actions, they are aware that the risks they take could very easily result in their greatest fears coming true. Just the word “failure” causes them to cringe; it’s their only fear, the only aspect of life that keeps them restless at night.

…It is also their greatest ally…

Without the constant presence of failure they would not possess the determination needed in which to put in the necessary work needed to avoid such a tragic ending to their dreams. Not only are they prepared to fail, they know that will be the exact outcome if they are not willing to put every ounce of their being on the line to reach their ultimate goal.

This is where “The Dream” Marcus Davis differs himself from the others in the UltraTitle tournament. Ultimately, those in the first group were simply satisfied with where they were in their lives, despite all of their rhetoric fused with the hot air that came from their mouths and for their efforts they were met with a first round defeat. Those in the second group aren’t willing to put in the necessary work to achieve greatness, the ones who will believe their own hype, and simply aren’t true championship material. While they may have their own accolades, none of that will amount to much once they have entered the ring against someone with the desire of Marcus Davis.

Marcus classifies himself in the third group, not only does he fear to fail, he accepts that if he indeed does fail at one of his many ventures it would do to his own shortcomings during preparation. This is the exact reason to why Marcus Davis has been spending most of his hours mentally and physically preparing for his Round 2 match of the UltraTitle tournament against 2 time UltraTitle Champion, Joey Melton. In an unprecedented move for Marcus, he allowed video to be recorded of some of his training sessions over the past week with trainer Sean Pelletier in Montreal, Canada.

Video

#Audiomachine: Spirit Within#

We immediately cut to “The Dream” Marcus Davis running suicides inside of Sean Pelletier’s gym. Sean and four other trainers stand around quietly watching Marcus as he is in the middle of the intense exercise. He is shirtless and sweat drips from his body as he continues to run.

We then cut to Marcus inside of a wrestling ring, grappling with what looks to be a much younger wrestler. Marcus takes him to the mat with a Hammerlock trip, the music dies down as we hear Sean stopping the action from outside the ring.

Sean: Do you honestly think that technique will beat Melton? What is that Marcus?! You’re in there with a trainee, if you don’t execute you’re wasting your time and my time. Do it again!

Marcus uses the ropes to get up; he again is covered in a layer of sweat. His facial expression leads one to believe he is somewhat disappointed, but he nods his head towards Sean and the two begin to grapple again a few moments later.

We then cut to Marcus deadlifting inside of a gym. The camera zooms in on his face as he begins the lift; he lets out a roar that is heard over the music. Determination fills his face as he stands with the weight. We hear a voice screaming “Down” towards him and he again completes the lift with a mixture of determination and pain encompassing his face.

Immediately following his second lift we are taken to a video of Marcus delivering Roundhouses to a Heavy Bag. Sean Pelletier stands in the background behind Marcus nodding his head as Marcus rotates kicking the bag with each of his legs. Our visual is quickly changed to Marcus running outside between cones, after a few seconds he finishes the course. Sean looks at his watch with a stoic look on his face.

Sean: You’re going to make this easy on Melton. That was too slow! Again!

#Two Steps From Hell: Fountain Of Life#

Marcus is shown back inside the ring, executing perfect waist lock takedown and fluidly transitioning into a Half Crab. The camera cuts to Sean Pelletier who simply nods his head. The others scattered around the ring clap and show much more enthusiasm.

Sean:Much better!

In the next clip Marcus is shown again kicking the Heavy Bag, this time with much more force and crispness to his kicks. This time Sean in the background looks impressed. Following we are taken to a short clip of Marcus again doing the cone drill, he looks to be in much better shape this go around. Upon finishing Sean doesn’t even bother looking at the stop watch.

Sean: It looks like you may have a chance Davis, very well done.
Finally we are taken to a clip of Marcus standing inside a ring with all of Sean’s students standing in front of him. The video enters near the end of his speech to them.

Marcus: ...If you believe failure is your number one enemy, then you are fighting the wrong battle. At some point in your career, you will fail. You _Will_ lose a match, you _Will_ lose a title, you _Will_ come up just a little bit short of your goals. The key is not to concern yourself with these times of failure; it is to make sure you work as hard as you possibly can to limit them.

Marcus pauses for a moment, taking the time to look at each student standing before him.

Marcus: That is why I am going to go far in the UltraTitle, I know wrestlers with the history of Joey Melton present a unique challenge, but it isn’t a challenge impossible of conquering. He’s past his prime and it’s about time he’s tasted his first defeat within the UltraTitle. My match against Joey Melton will not be a time of failure; it will be a time of success. That is the confidence you must take to the ring with you, each and every night.

The picture fades and the music comes to a halt, preparing the viewer for the live footage.

Scene

A single candle sitting in the middle of a table lights a small room, the sound of a door opening and closing is heard, followed by the sound of footsteps in the direction of the table. A few brief moments pass before the soul chair at the table is pulled out and “The Dream” Marcus Davis sits down and settles himself before looking directly at the camera. His face is lighted perfectly by the candle light.

Marcus: In order to get to this point, I had to defeat someone that was heavily favored against me. Kin Hiroshi provided a unique challenge, unfortunately for him, just as I predicted “The Delusional” Kin Hiroshi did not have what it took to defeat me…Which is exactly the same I will be saying about Joey Melons after our second round match.

A smirk comes across Marcus’ face for a moment before he continues.

Marcus: Joey Melons or Melton, his name is honestly irrelevant at this point. I saw your blatant disrespect for me and it’s to be expected from someone of your caliber. Look at your career, you’ve won the UltraTitle twice and have never been defeated in the tournament. That is something to be proud of. Nobody is going to take your accomplishments away from you, it’s impossible.

Marcus shrugs as the grin on his face reforms. His voice was laced with a mixture of sincerity and pure disdain.

Marcus: Yet Mr. Melons, there’s something that can be taken away from you. From your comments I’ve come to the conclusion that you live in a fantasy world, a world in which you are entitled to whatever you want and don’t have to work for anything. After listening to the recent spew that came out of your mouth which started with an ignorant comment, was followed by another ignorant comment, and was finished by an ignorant comment…

Joey Melons your own stupidity validated my opinions about you. Granted you have accomplished a laundry list of achievements throughout your twenty plus year career, but what have you honestly learned? Are you seriously that dumb to underestimate after seeing what happened in the first round?

Marcus shakes his head in disbelief.

Marcus: I guess wisdom doesn’t come with experience; it must be dependent upon the individual to apply that experience into some form of intelligence. I suppose intelligence would be a bit much to ask from someone who can’t get through a promo without swearing any other sentence, is that truly how a legend should conduct himself?

Marcus shrugs his shoulders before continuing.

Marcus: I also guess with your experience, which is probably best described as “old age” you have seemingly forgotten everything that I have said coming into this tournament. There isn’t anyone else in this tournament that understands that you just don’t win by showing up, if you’re speaking to anyone with that comment you’re speaking to yourself and every other veteran out there that thinks their illustrious history will lead them to an UltraTitle victory.

Marcus’ face becomes intense; his eyes show that a bit of anger and determination as he continues.

Marcus: I will give you some credit Joey, you were correct about a few things…

My past means _Nothing._

Your past means _Nothing._

You’re proud of everything you’ve accomplished the past twenty years? Congratulations. Unfortunately for yourself, the past will not help you defeat me. All that matters is why you do when you step into the ring with me, nothing more or less. You may have made the statement that your past means nothing, but you decided to reference your past and how you _Were_ better than everyone else. I’ll make this painfully clear to you right now and deathly clear to you during our match…

I am not everyone else, you will come to accept this fact and understand that you made a grave error in assuming that I was simply here to tell a story. Marcus Davis is here to win the UltraTitle he is here to defeat you Joey. There would be nothing greater than saying that I defeated Joey Melons…Melton…on my way of winning the UltraTitle.

So Joey, I would advise you to quickly remove the chip off your shoulder. I promise you, if it’s not gone before our match, I will surely remove it from you and leave you in a broken pile of memories of the accomplishments you’ve had before the 2012 UltraTitle tournament. That is a promise that I _Will_ definitely keep.

Marcus pauses briefly as the flame continues to illuminate the room. His face keeps the same serious demeanor.

Marcus: The only burden you have been carrying around Joey is your ego. Being told how great you are…excuse me…_Were_ has gone to your head. You think this is some script perfectly written for you to retire a three time UltraTitle champion. I’ll give you credit that is a pretty “cute” fantasy to carry around. It must be nice to live in such a world where a dream like that can exist. You must be under the belief that I’ll simply roll over and play dead because you are a legend in this industry…

Marcus shakes his head in disgust.

Marcus: To be very honest with you Joey, I’ve never been more prepared for a match in my life. I see you as a stepping stone, a stepping stone to the next round, and I will become known as the man who defeated Joey Melton in the UltraTitle. Granted, the former is of greater importance to me as I entered this tournament to become the ultimate champion. Beating you along the way is just an added bonus, as there’s no doubt that this means a great deal to you…

Marcus breaks eye contact with the camera. He picks up an 8x12 picture the camera immediately zooms in on it. We are able to see that it is a picture of Joey Melton with the heading “2012 UltraTitle Champion.” The camera zooms out after a few moments to include Marcus who is now looking at the picture.

Marcus: This little picture has been my motivation during my preparation for this match; I bought it right after I defeated Kin Hiroshi. Seemingly, a great number of people have already made the assumption that you have already won the UltraTitle, Joey…

Marcus places a corner of the picture over the fire. As it begins to quickly go up in flames he holds it by the top edge before returning his glance to the camera.

Marcus: You see Joey…Just like this picture, I’m going to make sure your fantasy of defeating me and winning the 2012 UltraTitle, your career, and your ego…

Go up in flames.

Marcus again looks at the picture before tossing it aside.

Marcus: All of your dreams of a perfect Hollywood ending to your career are about to evolve into a…

Nightmare.

Marcus blows out the candle.

YanSuko
05-13-12, 07:21 AM
When does one know when they have passed their peak? A question that a number have asked in a variety of different professional fields, yet an answer accepted by the majority of the population has yet to be found. Many take the easy route and point to age as being the key factor of knowing when someone is on the decline of their career. One should be careful to not fall in such a trap, as it may be the easiest indicator, but is it necessarily the best?

There are a plethora of factors that go into the decline of ones abilities. The loss on mental alertness, loss of physical capabilities, and losing touch with the state of your said industry are all effective variables in determining when someone has truly moved past their prime. When one is competing in the UltraTitle, they should be in the midst of their prime.


The UltraTitle has attracted some of the biggest and brightest talent from around the globe, all vying to become the next UltraTitle champion in a list that contains some very prestigious names. If you are a competitor competing in such a tournament is on the negative trend of their career, their chances of victory are greatly diminished.


If an individual expects to win the UltraTitle while on a negative trend and are too busy concerning themselves with outside factors that distract from their opponent, their chances of victory are simply non-existent. As do you not have the abilities that you once had, your focus has also been placed in the wrong areas.


When the previously described individual decides to blatantly insult, make light of, and undermine their opponent…well that is the exact recipe for embarrassment. While some may find humor in such childish exploits, does that truly matter when an over the hill combatant must step into the ring with the biggest challenge of his life?


You may ask “Doesn’t somebody who has accomplished every worthwhile goal in their profession have the right to take shots at the competition?” The answer would be, yes. Confused? There’s no reason for confusion. Let’s use Joey Melton as an example, what hasn’t he accomplished in his long, glorious, hall of fame worthy career? Exactly, so why shouldn’t he grow restless at “The Dream” Marcus Davis for paying his direct comments an immediate response? Why shouldn’t Joey Melton poke fun at Marcus Davis on the internet, by posting a fake resume for him and his family? Why shouldn’t Joey Melton simply look past Marcus Davis as just another opponent that he is sure to defeat?


Before answering all of those very valid questions, allow us to take a look at “The Dream” Marcus Davis.


Unlike one Joey Melton, Marcus Davis is in the midst of his physical and mental prime. There’s much reason to believe that the former two time UltraTitle champion Joey Melton’s highest mental capacity came when he was a mere lad growing up in the great state of New York, as he has failed to progress far past that point. At 48 years of age, not only is Joey Melton only a short 14 years away from qualifying to receive Social Security benefits, 14 also sounds about the age of the ladies he usually courts. So, it goes without saying that Marcus Davis has the edge in that area as well.


Unlike Joey Melton, Marcus Davis is not in the UltraTitle to appease some notion of having one last moment of glory in a career that should have ended years ago. Marcus entered the UltraTitle with one goal in mind…


Victory.

Not just one, but seven of them. Marcus does not care how many bright moments he has on his way to winning the UltraTitle, just that he is eventually the winner of the UltraTitle. Yes, Joey Melton has accomplished the feat twice before, but the past really is not relevant when it comes down to what happens inside the ring.

Joey also forgot to mention that Marcus has actually worked very hard to get to where he is today. I guess one can say Joey Melton has done the same, if one considers Joey Melton threatening to spread his vast assortment of sexually transmitted infections to all the female employees at certain promotions if he were not given his way. Not to make light of his actual ring talent, which over the years have diminished from his prime, at least his weight has seen impressive increase!

To say Marcus Davis is putting his heart and soul into this match against Melton would be an understatement. He has prepared for every possible scenario, studied film, worked on his technique, he even prepared for Melton to attempt to talk him into submission. In all seriousness, Marcus Davis has his complete focus on knocking Joey Melton off of his UltraTitle thrown and bringing him to his much needed retirement.

Getting back to the questions asked earlier, the answers to all are the same. Joey Melton shouldn’t have made any of those infractions for one simple reason that he will soon come to realize…

Marcus Davis will defeat Joey Melton.

Scene

Marcus Davis is walking around a room with a cellphone to his ear; a smirk is painted across his face as he continues to slowly walk around the room obviously being amused by the person on the other end of the call. He holds his index finger up to the camera, momentarily turning in its direction. Another few moments pass before he begins to speak.

Marcus: No, I’m definitely aware of what is going on. If there’s one thing I do well, its pay attention to the details…

He begins listening for the next few moments, nodding his head from time to time.

Marcus: I appreciate your concern, but I have everything under control. You definitely won’t be disappointed with what goes down, I assure you…

Marcus again listens for a few more moments.

Marcus: Alright, I appreciate the call…Bye.

Marcus hangs up the phone before placing it in his pocket and turning his attention to the camera.

Marcus: Sorry, that was either Joey Melton’s mother or someone posing as his mother that wanted to be my co-star in “Undercover Buddies 2: Old & Sexy.”

Marcus grins before shaking his head slightly. After a short pause he begins a very slow applause.

Marcus: I’ll give credit where credit is due, I saw the fake resumes Joey Melons …Melton..whatever he likes to call himself posted of me and my family. It honestly was a very nice touch…granted you showed yourself as having the maturity of a fourteen year old bragging to his friends about the first porn they watched. Then there’s the entire aspect of none of it being that funny…or well…true…So, I guess in the end the only credit you deserve is for the production value of the skit you shot with…

What’s his name again?

Marcus puts his hand to his chin, obviously pretending to think.

Marcus: Oh yeah, Adrian Evans. Who is clearly your boyfriend, which I’m perfectly fine with, it’s 2012 and in my mind you have the right to have a relationship with whomever you choose. I know your quiet about it, but I know at your age you’re probably battling erectile dysfunction, and the ladies just aren’t interested in a geriatric old man who can’t perform.

Marcus smiles.

Marcus: Isn’t that the story of your career Joey? You’ve reappeared to get your name in the headlines one last time, to leave the business you’ve spent most of your life in with a positive memory. I can’t blame you; nobody wants to leave with memories of being told they’re too old or that they just can’t compete against the younger generation. I’m assuming that does hurt the pride of a legend, after all you are the great Joey Melton. You deserve to go out in a blaze of glory and to have one last triumph.

Marcus snickers.

Marcus: If that were only the case, perhaps if you were stepping into the ring in another tournament then maybe you could achieve that. Perhaps if you were facing another opponent, perhaps if you had the talent left to defeat me, then maybe just maybe you could have had your wish. I am aware that most see Marcus Davis facing Joey Melton in the second round of the UltraTitle as an “unlucky” draw for myself, as there couldn’t be any possible way that Joey Melton could lose in the second round.

What they have all failed to realize is that this was the worst possible draw for you Joey.

Marcus points at the camera for a moment.

Marcus: This will be the first time in your career that you will step into the ring with someone that is simply superior to you in every way. Don’t mistake that comment for arrogance, I haven’t thought for a moment about you defeating you. Why would I Joey? Look at what you have become.

You’ve turned yourself into a joke; did you really think you would throw me off my game with your childish attempts at humor? Someone of your age would have been better served getting a sponge bath and taking the thirty daily pills you need in order to function. The only thing your antics accomplished was to upset me, as nobody has the right to go after my family.

Marcus’ facial demeanor immediately changes from light hearted to furious immediately after finishing his previous statement. His breathing gets slightly heavier as he crosses his arms around his chest.

Marcus: Since you decided to make this personal and make light of my family, I will take all my frustrations out on you inside the ring. You’re pathetic, I fail to understand why nobody has ever seen through the façade you put on. I bet in the back of your mind you’re well aware of what I bring in the ring. You watched what happened to Kin Hiroshi, sure you put on your tough guy face for a moment and made light of my abilities. Again, that’s nothing I haven’t heard before and I’m sure I’ll hear it again.

But, what does that even matter Joey? Deep down inside you know that even at your prime you would have needed to rely on a great deal “luck” to defeat me. You’re not the complete idiot you’ve made yourself out to be, I know you’ve done real research, I’m sure you know even better than myself that all you can hope for is putting up a good effort against me. Unlike you, I’m not looking past you Joey. I just don’t live in your fantasy world of fifteen years ago where your tactics led you on your path to greatness…

Those times are long gone. You could pull the stunts you did against any other opponent in this tournament and they honestly may have had a good chance at working. The others care what your name is; they care about your history and your two UltraTitle victories…

To me, you’re just another obstacle in my path. While being the one to defeat Joey Melton in the UltraTitle would be a nice accolade, it really means nothing in the grand scheme of my career and this tournament. You are nothing more or less than...

…My second round opponent…

Marcus takes a deep breath, his words have a purpose. He takes a moment to collect himself before continuing.

Marcus: What do you see when you look in the mirror Joey? Do you see all of that meaningless history? Or do you see what is actually present outside of your utopian fantasy world? I’ll tell you what you should see; a shell of someone that once accomplished a number of things. You are weak and are the one who has nothing more to show me than you did in round one. I challenge you to bring me the best possible Joey Melton that you can dig out of your forty-eight year old body. The more resistance you present, the better prepare I am to obtain victory in round three, so you would be doing me a great injustice by not giving me everything you have.

Marcus pauses for a moment he unfolds his arms and nods his head as if he has remembered something.

Marcus: You know…I really am that good Melton, I will have to agree with you on that. Once I’ve defeated you I hope to hear you say, “He really is better than me.” As that would probably take you swallowing your pride and admitting that you just aren’t the better man. I just hope you decide to invite me to your retirement party, as I would stop by and shake your hand for giving me a competitive match, as that’s all you’ll be able to give me. Deep down inside we both know, your aspirations on moving on to round three of the UltraTitle…

…Are Only A Dream…

Fade.