::Marx is sitting in his library, slowing sipping his martini as Brandon Jacobs uses the laptop on his desk::
JONATHAN MARX: So after compiling one of the greatest winning percentages over the last year and a half and beating a legend in Shawn Hart, who does UCW have me scheduled to face on PPV?
BRANDON JACOBS: Frankie Scott and Johnny Nash…
::spits out his martini::
JONATHAN MARX: What do I have to do to get out of this position? For the love of God, Dakota Smith who I’ve owned on several occasions is US Champion and I’m opening up the PPV yet again. I keep on winning. I never get stuck in meaningful feuds. I get scheduled to face new comers on a regular basis and never get to face the UCW established fare. I never get title shots. What more do I have to do?
BRANDON JACOBS: You can try running in on random matches.
JONATHAN MARX: I’m a company man though, I don’t want to rock the boat. I love wrestling for UCW. Plus, that isn’t my style, I’m a gentleman.
BRANDON JACOBS: Then you just have to go out there and hope UCW will take notice by beating Frankie Scott and Johnny Nash…
JONATHAN MARX: What do you know about those two?
BRANDON JACOBS: Frankie Scott is an MCW guy and had a US Title match with Dakota Smith and was quite a handful apparently. As for Johnny Nash, I’ve got nothing.
JONATHAN MARX: Good, I’ll watch the Frankie Scott DVDs tonight. I don’t want to make it seem that mind opening up a show from time to time, but it makes it really hard when you don’t know who everyone is on a regular basis and you have to wait for footage from them to get a feel. WAIT… This Frankie Scott guy, was he the one attacked by that Scottish guy on his interview show and beat up to a pulp?
BRANDON JACOBS: No, no, that is Frankie Williams.
JONATHAN MARX: Damn, I was starting to get excited for a second. Well, back to the gym, I have to prepare for my match in UCW, my title defense against Shawn Hart in NEW, and get all oiled up for my match with Beau Michaels and his Asian male prostitute.
BRANDON JACOBS: That Asian male prostitute is Kin Hiroshi.
JONATHAN MARX: Oh yes, I knew it was someone I already humbled.
The scene begins with a shot of a small, propeller powered, airplane landing on a dusty airstrip. The plane slowly taxis to a halt and the side door opens and steps are rolled up to the aircraft. As a few people start to walk off the camera sees Johnny Nash walk off the plane. He’s donned in a black leather jacket with jeans and a black pair of work boots. He has a small duffle bag over his shoulder. As his foot touches the tarmac he reaches into his bag and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He slowly walks lighting his cigarette. He pulls his collar up around his neck as he enters the small terminal. Once inside a small and scared airport worker runs over to him.
AW: Sir, um sir I am very sorry but there is no smoking in this terminal. I will have to, ugh, umm ask you to step outside if you wouldn’t mind very kind sir, ugh, please.
Nash flicks his ash on the floor, pulls his bag up on his shoulder and walks right out the door which he just entered. Once outside he leans against the terminal wall and takes a long drag off of his cigarette. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself.
JN: You see that kid ask me to step outside. He may be small and girly looking but he has got a pair of balls somewhere. I mean, I been on a two hour flight in that sardine can with out a cigarette or a drink. For two hours my only form of entertainment was watching the old guy sitting across from me drool on himself. Somehow this little guy musters up the guts to tell me to step outside. Now that is dedication, and it earns my respect. Not the kind of respect that non-cooked, sushi crap did onboard the plane did. Lord knows if I had eaten that there would have been major gastric consequences. I am talking about a fire down below so big and so hot it would have left burn marks on the ceiling of the bathroom. Whooo-weee it would have been nasty.
Johnny takes a drag off of his cigarette and then flicks it away. He turns and enters the door to the terminal. As he walks inside he spots the airport worker who asked him to go outside with his cigarette. He walks over to him. The airport worker goes flush white like a deer in the headlights.
JN: Don’t be scared now, I just wanted to say you’re doing a fine job. What I did was wrong I wasn’t thinking.
AW: Oh its okay. I just don’t want to get in trouble that’s all. I mean you’re a big dude, I didn’t want to offend you. I like my spine where it is, in my back.
JN: What do you mean? I wasn’t gonna hurt you.
AW: Ugh, sir I know who you are. I know what you do. I know your business. I see the kind of things that happen in your line of work. To be quite honest. I want no part of it, thanks.
JN: That was business. That cigarette thing was just a stupid mistake on my part. I am so sorry.
Nash walks over and shakes the worker’s hand with a twenty dollar bill.
JN: Your welcome, man. Just so you know if you don’t like watching people getting ripped up you might not want to be watching TV when I take on a couple of fools in a three way match. Its my UCW debut. I’m not holding anything back. Its not going to be bad it is going to be worse. I mean real brutality. Spurting blood, crash carts and I am sure there will be at least one ambulance. I, however, will be walking out of that ring under my own power with my first UCW win under my belt. I will let the paramedics deal with the other two.
AW: Oh Okay.
JN: Say, You know where the nearest bar is?
AW: Right down the street there’s one.
Nash throws the kid a quick salute and walks out the door as the scene ends.
(A television is sitting in the middle of a room. One small light shines above the TV. All at once the light goes out and the television comes on. Frankie Scott’s face is the only thing that the screen is showing.)
“Talk about opening a match. I went from a US title match to jerking the curtain for the next show. All I have to say is… Sarge, you son are a marked man. You cost me a lot. Win that title or not.. you are on my list. I walked into this organization being told that I was getting a big push from the get go. So now I’m heading into the ring with some malcontent and a nobody. I’m just going to give the fans what they want to see. And UCW can try to keep pulling the chain around my neck just like MCW and that scumbag Lathen tried to do. I will jump right back into the mix and I will come away as the leader of this group. Anyway, enough of that.”
“Johnny Nash, as good as you try to get yourself over in your promos and as good as you claim to be. You haven’t proven jack here in UCW. I’m sure you were the main attraction in all those little flea markets in those little po’dunk towns around the cornfields in the Mid West. The titles around your waist that were made from aluminum foil and old Fed Ex boxes were great to all those girls with the missing front teeth. But this is the big time, my friend. There are men here that would crush your spirit just by hearing their name alone. Of course there are names that when you hear them would give you a gagging reflex such as IrishRed and our third opponent, Johnathan Marx. So, when you set foot in that ring for your first match in UCW. Just hang out in the corner and watch two guys that can actually make it in the major leagues show you how a wrestling match is done. By the way, I would knock off those cigarettes. They will kill you.”
“Johnathan Marx, we will finally meet for the first time in a wrestling ring. I’ve heard a lot about you. Whiner, Demands to be catered to, crybaby… All of it true I’m sure. The question you posed in your vignette was “What do you have to do to get out of this so called position you are in?” Well, it’s pretty simple. You can try to beat me. If you look at the big picture instead of whining about all that you’ve done. Then you should know that there is nowhere to go but up the ladder. UCW cannot keep either one of us down if we are winning night in and night out. So, take it like a man, amigo. Prove your worth. If you are the company man that you say you are. Then shut your mouth and do the job that you asked to do when you signed that contract. You are in rough water already.”
“Watch my DVD’s all you want. You will notice that I don’t wrestle the same match twice. A match from my past won’t give you any idea in how to take me on for a match in the future. I still wonder though, how in the world you function on that limited air supply to your brain that you are getting. Because if you really did watch and listen you would know that I AM NOT A MCW GUY! Never have been, Never will be. I have wrestled on major MCW shows to prove my loyalty and allegiance to UCW and honor them by being on a competitor’s show. Other than that, I’m not MCW. Get your facts straight and stop swilling that hooch you are pickling your liver with.”
“Marx, you really do scare me though. Not in the way that you think. Getting oiled up for a match with Beau Michaels? He professes to be naturally oiled. But, you are actually sounding like you are ready for this altercation. When you got the call that he had signed for the match did you try to find the best dress for the ball? Just plain sickening, dude. One thing that we do agree on is that Kin Hiroshi is the most well known asian prostitute in the U.S. Just ask Dakota Smith, he would know all about it.”
“So, In one corner we have a guy who is making his official UCW debut. His up side is that he is an unknown and could surprise everyone and actually get the win if he is standing in the right place at the right time. While his down side is 4 packs of cigarettes a day and a drinking problem…. And that he salutes about as well as Ol’ Sarge does. Then we have in the other corner… a guy who is well known in the wrestling business but his down side is laughable when he talks about being a gentleman. His down side is that he is one whiny egotistical Johnny Come Lately and then it seems he has a drinking problem too. While his up side is ear marked especially for Beau Michaels and Kin Hiroshi only.”
“On paper… it looks like a slam dunk. I got this match won. Guys… Get ready for the fight of your lives. I’m taking this match as my elevator straight to the top.”
(The television turns off and the light above the tv turns on as the picture fades out.)
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