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Singles Match.
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Joey Melton vs. Jonathan Marx
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PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
Campfire
::Marx is sitting by a camp fire in front of an orange 1969 Dodge Charger, dressed in his Armani suit in the woods in Conyers, Georgia with the “imaginary” Oswald, who is the spitting image of Manson, wearing overalls, dressed as a redneck with a piece of straw in his mouth::
JONATHAN MARX: Why on God’s green earth did you drag me out here in the middle of no where? My bloody shoes are getting all muddy.
OSWALD: How does a city boy expect to win against one of the greatest Southern heavyweight champion of alltime without getting to know a little bit of the culture that Melton has experience in his lifetime?
JONATHAN MARX: There isn’t a bigger fan of old school wrestling in this sport than myself and I love Southern wrestling… but I am Jonathan Marx, I’m a third generation wrestler who grew up in a mansion and excelled in both athletics and academics at Princeton against some of the finest Ivy League schools. I’m not going to sit by some fire and sign Dixieland in order to better understand my opponent history.
OSWALD: How about Old Suzanna?
JONATHAN MARX: No, no old Suzanna.
OSWALD: The South is the backbone of our country. America would have never reached the heights it did if it wasn’t for all the hard work the farmers around these parts did.
JONATHAN MARX: It isn’t that I do appreciate their effort, I just don’t want to be one of them driving around in my pickup, listening to Jeff Foxworthy on my CD player. I’m proud to be a Northerner and if you forget, we did win both the civil and wrestling war and the Yankees humbled the Braves bums repeatedly in the World Series.
OSWALD: You’ve been hanging around Doc Silver too much.
JONATHAN MARX: Don’t bring up his name, it is his fault that cage collapsed and 600 pounds of steel and flesh fell on my head and I started seeing you.
OSWALD: Sometimes I get the impression you don’t like my company.
JONATHAN MARX: Everyone in the wrestling world thinks I am an absolute loon because of you. Why can’t you simply go away and let me be to take care of business by myself?
OSWALD: How far did that get you? You need me Jon. You were the only sane man in Arkum Asylum. You need to be crazy, simply look at Melton.
JONATHAN MARX: Mister Melton has his issues, but everyone who is middle aged is crazy in this sport.
OSWALD: Hell, you have never even been drunk in your life let alone done any hard drugs. How do you expect to be someone like Felix Red when they are so coked out of their mind they can’t feel a thing?
JONATHAN MARX: I never said I wasn’t under a handicap being a gentleman, but that is the way I am and that is the way I want to win.
OSWALD: For someone as intelligent as you are, you certainly are naïve.
JONATHAN MARX: Call me idealistic if you will, but when you stop dreaming, you stop living. I’m not going to settle for being second rate and simply go through the motions. If I have to work twice as hard to be better than someone in UCW, NFW, or NEW, I’ll do it and I won’t do it by taking shortcuts.
OSWALD: Such a fool..
::Oswald gets up and walks over to the car, he pulls out an aliminum baseball bat and hands it to Marx::
JONATHAN MARX: What is this for?
OSWALD: I want you to bash my skull in and make the voices go away.
JONATHAN MARX: You want me to what?
OSWALD: Come on Stan Musial, take a swing. Silence the voices once and for all.
JONATHAN MARX: I’m not going to murder you.
OSWALD: But wait… I don’t exist, how can you murder someone who doesn’t exist?
::Marx takes the baseball bat and smashes the windsheild of the orange 1969 Ford Charger::
JONATHAN MARX: GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE BEFORE I DO YOU IN ONCE AND FOR ALL YOU SON OF A *****!
::Marx kicks in both headlights and then swings and puts a big dent in the hood of the car::
JONATHAN MARX: I’M SICK AND TIRED OF ALL YOUR BULL****!
::Marx looks around, but Oswald is gone::
JONATHAN MARX: WHERE ARE YOU OSWALD YOU YELLOW BELLYED COWARD?! I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME AND I’M GOING TO TAKE YOUR POUND OF FLESH OUT OF MELTON!
::Marx throws down the bat, glass is all over the place and Marx is covered with dirt and small shards of glass on his Armani suit::
JONATHAN MARX: Where are you Oswald?
FTB
::Marx is sitting by a camp fire in front of an orange 1969 Dodge Charger, dressed in his Armani suit in the woods in Conyers, Georgia with the “imaginary” Oswald, who is the spitting image of Manson, wearing overalls, dressed as a redneck with a piece of straw in his mouth::
JONATHAN MARX: Why on God’s green earth did you drag me out here in the middle of no where? My bloody shoes are getting all muddy.
OSWALD: How does a city boy expect to win against one of the greatest Southern heavyweight champion of alltime without getting to know a little bit of the culture that Melton has experience in his lifetime?
JONATHAN MARX: There isn’t a bigger fan of old school wrestling in this sport than myself and I love Southern wrestling… but I am Jonathan Marx, I’m a third generation wrestler who grew up in a mansion and excelled in both athletics and academics at Princeton against some of the finest Ivy League schools. I’m not going to sit by some fire and sign Dixieland in order to better understand my opponent history.
OSWALD: How about Old Suzanna?
JONATHAN MARX: No, no old Suzanna.
OSWALD: The South is the backbone of our country. America would have never reached the heights it did if it wasn’t for all the hard work the farmers around these parts did.
JONATHAN MARX: It isn’t that I do appreciate their effort, I just don’t want to be one of them driving around in my pickup, listening to Jeff Foxworthy on my CD player. I’m proud to be a Northerner and if you forget, we did win both the civil and wrestling war and the Yankees humbled the Braves bums repeatedly in the World Series.
OSWALD: You’ve been hanging around Doc Silver too much.
JONATHAN MARX: Don’t bring up his name, it is his fault that cage collapsed and 600 pounds of steel and flesh fell on my head and I started seeing you.
OSWALD: Sometimes I get the impression you don’t like my company.
JONATHAN MARX: Everyone in the wrestling world thinks I am an absolute loon because of you. Why can’t you simply go away and let me be to take care of business by myself?
OSWALD: How far did that get you? You need me Jon. You were the only sane man in Arkum Asylum. You need to be crazy, simply look at Melton.
JONATHAN MARX: Mister Melton has his issues, but everyone who is middle aged is crazy in this sport.
OSWALD: Hell, you have never even been drunk in your life let alone done any hard drugs. How do you expect to be someone like Felix Red when they are so coked out of their mind they can’t feel a thing?
JONATHAN MARX: I never said I wasn’t under a handicap being a gentleman, but that is the way I am and that is the way I want to win.
OSWALD: For someone as intelligent as you are, you certainly are naïve.
JONATHAN MARX: Call me idealistic if you will, but when you stop dreaming, you stop living. I’m not going to settle for being second rate and simply go through the motions. If I have to work twice as hard to be better than someone in UCW, NFW, or NEW, I’ll do it and I won’t do it by taking shortcuts.
OSWALD: Such a fool..
::Oswald gets up and walks over to the car, he pulls out an aliminum baseball bat and hands it to Marx::
JONATHAN MARX: What is this for?
OSWALD: I want you to bash my skull in and make the voices go away.
JONATHAN MARX: You want me to what?
OSWALD: Come on Stan Musial, take a swing. Silence the voices once and for all.
JONATHAN MARX: I’m not going to murder you.
OSWALD: But wait… I don’t exist, how can you murder someone who doesn’t exist?
::Marx takes the baseball bat and smashes the windsheild of the orange 1969 Ford Charger::
JONATHAN MARX: GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE BEFORE I DO YOU IN ONCE AND FOR ALL YOU SON OF A *****!
::Marx kicks in both headlights and then swings and puts a big dent in the hood of the car::
JONATHAN MARX: I’M SICK AND TIRED OF ALL YOUR BULL****!
::Marx looks around, but Oswald is gone::
JONATHAN MARX: WHERE ARE YOU OSWALD YOU YELLOW BELLYED COWARD?! I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME AND I’M GOING TO TAKE YOUR POUND OF FLESH OUT OF MELTON!
::Marx throws down the bat, glass is all over the place and Marx is covered with dirt and small shards of glass on his Armani suit::
JONATHAN MARX: Where are you Oswald?
FTB
Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
(FADEIN: Joey Melton standing in front of an UCW backdrop.)
MELTON: Jonathon Marx, what THE **** was that about?
Honestly. Dragging UCW’s temp help up to Camp Wannabeastar and method acting on a Dodge Charger! I’ve got the one-sheet right here…
(Joey holds up a print out.)
Marx talks to ghost. Name drops. Then smashes breakaway glass.
I loved the hand-written note to yourself. “I’ll improvise here…” Nice touch, but obviously where your segment went offline. When you choose to do for yourself and NOT name drop real stars into the picture, your stuff is ****, Marx.
You were sent to Camp Wannabeastar to get a handle on that personality issue. But instead of staying the six-week course and letting trained professionals, and industry writers HELP YOU, you storm off into the woods, taking temp help with you, and you cut some half-ass promo where you rail against what we can only assume will be a Giant Rabbit next week.
Get your ass back in Camp in time for the spaghetti dinner, ping-pong tournament, and gimmick intervention and let me take the rest of your time to explain this. NOBODY KNOWS WHO THE HELL YOU ARE. Least of all confused viewers at home. The world’s tuning in to see Joey Melton make another federation. Look at the UCW Marx. They can’t even run consecutive shows without power outages and half the talent suing to get backend PPV revenues they’re owned. Sounds familiar to you, I’m sure. But for a real STAR in this business like me, who is used to working, this inactivity and cloud hanging over our heads is a little unsettling.
But this is what the men behind the curtains waited for.
What’s important is not whether Dan Ryan, or Cameron Cruise were paid, or the staffers who have to decide who makes you look good next month, and how much ****ing meats and cheeses to keep backstage before the show…what’s important is that MY CHECK cleared, Marx. I’ve been paid and have given the okay to book my talent on shows, and name and likeness on everything from peanut butter to lunchboxes. I’m here to save your ass, and I can’t really do that if you’re out swinging for the fences ignoring the immediacy of what Camp Wannabeastar needs to do for you.
Joey Melton has come to UCW, Marx. Let the good times roll. And the visions you’re chasing take you back to personality 101.
Don’t forget to take notes, irritant.
Finally, I’ve hit the UCW stage. It’s a little smaller, and cruder than I’m used to, but like any good real estate flipper. You buy cheap, and sell big. When I’m done with UCW you might even be paid for being just who you are.
Translation: We'll be giving away money at that point.
(FTB)
MELTON: Jonathon Marx, what THE **** was that about?
Honestly. Dragging UCW’s temp help up to Camp Wannabeastar and method acting on a Dodge Charger! I’ve got the one-sheet right here…
(Joey holds up a print out.)
Marx talks to ghost. Name drops. Then smashes breakaway glass.
I loved the hand-written note to yourself. “I’ll improvise here…” Nice touch, but obviously where your segment went offline. When you choose to do for yourself and NOT name drop real stars into the picture, your stuff is ****, Marx.
You were sent to Camp Wannabeastar to get a handle on that personality issue. But instead of staying the six-week course and letting trained professionals, and industry writers HELP YOU, you storm off into the woods, taking temp help with you, and you cut some half-ass promo where you rail against what we can only assume will be a Giant Rabbit next week.
Get your ass back in Camp in time for the spaghetti dinner, ping-pong tournament, and gimmick intervention and let me take the rest of your time to explain this. NOBODY KNOWS WHO THE HELL YOU ARE. Least of all confused viewers at home. The world’s tuning in to see Joey Melton make another federation. Look at the UCW Marx. They can’t even run consecutive shows without power outages and half the talent suing to get backend PPV revenues they’re owned. Sounds familiar to you, I’m sure. But for a real STAR in this business like me, who is used to working, this inactivity and cloud hanging over our heads is a little unsettling.
But this is what the men behind the curtains waited for.
What’s important is not whether Dan Ryan, or Cameron Cruise were paid, or the staffers who have to decide who makes you look good next month, and how much ****ing meats and cheeses to keep backstage before the show…what’s important is that MY CHECK cleared, Marx. I’ve been paid and have given the okay to book my talent on shows, and name and likeness on everything from peanut butter to lunchboxes. I’m here to save your ass, and I can’t really do that if you’re out swinging for the fences ignoring the immediacy of what Camp Wannabeastar needs to do for you.
Joey Melton has come to UCW, Marx. Let the good times roll. And the visions you’re chasing take you back to personality 101.
Don’t forget to take notes, irritant.
Finally, I’ve hit the UCW stage. It’s a little smaller, and cruder than I’m used to, but like any good real estate flipper. You buy cheap, and sell big. When I’m done with UCW you might even be paid for being just who you are.
Translation: We'll be giving away money at that point.
(FTB)
PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
::Marx is sleeping in his bedroom in his mansion in black silk pajamas with a stocking cap on his head, the double doors to his bed room swing up and Oswald, who looks exactly like Manson, comes in riding a spotted elephant in an “Old Country Way” t-shirt::
JONATHAN MARX: What…. What is going on here? Jacobs is that you?
:OSWALD: No it isn’t nancy boy…
::Marx sits up in bed::
JONATHAN MARX: OSWALD~! What are you doing in my bedroom and where did you get the spotted elephant?
OSWALD: I borrowed it from Melton’s “training” facility. I still have Jack Daniels in a box in my trunk.
JONATHAN MARX: You better go let him out before he suffocates.
OSWALD: ::sighs::
JONATHAN MARX: How the hell did you get past my security with a pink spotted elephant?
OSWALD: They were out fishing the dead prostitute out of the pool that I found over at Melton’s place.
JONATHAN MARX: WE JUST HAD THE POOL CLEANED OUT YESTERDAY!
OSWALD: That is what chlorine is for.
JONATHAN MARX: I’ve had enough of your grand standing, trying to make me look crazy.
OSWALD: But Jon…
JONATHAN MARX: It is Jonathan. The only person I’ve ever allowed to call me Jon was my mother.
OSWALD: I bet I look as good as she did in a nightie.
JONATHAN MARX: Are you sure you aren’t a personality out of the mind of Cameron Cruise?
OSWALD: You know, you really should lesson to old man Melton. It is all about the money, it isn’t about wrestling, it is about milking as much as possible out of the stone when you can get it. The sport be damned.
JONATHAN MARX: Melton may act like he is all about the money, but deep down….
OSWALD: It is about the *****es too.
JONATHAN MARX: Stop putting words in my mouth, no, I don’t believe a word Melton is saying. I think deep down he cares about wrestling, but it has been such a long time since he has had something that he is passionate about that he has forgotten that.
OSWALD: What are you? Melton’s shrink? God knows he can use one… but Melton is all about the bling bling. UCW is just another money mark for him to feed his pockets with on his way to buying another dozen cars and what is more sickening is you, the supposed patron saint of all that is good is wrestling is going to let him do it.
JONATHAN MARX: Now listen, I’m not going to let anyone do anything. I’ve beaten him before and I’ll beat him again and if I have dump him on his head and stretch him to do it, I will. I love this sport and I swear on the Good Book of Gold School Wrestling that I won’t let Melton take advantage of the UCW for his own materialist gain.
OSWALD: Melton has even made Ryan tap. How are you ever going to escape the figure four if he locks it on?
JONATHAN MARX: Unlike Ryan, I'll never quit, Melton is going to have to break my leg first. I'm going to gas the geezer worse than he has ever been gassed before. He'll be puking on the ring trying to keep up with me. I'm not going to hold back because he is an old man.
OSWALD: You are too compassionate.
JONATHAN MARX: I won't be with Melton.
FTB