Batista Rules.
10-20-2006, 08:43 AM
Scene opens in a luxury Bentley car, Mark Marvin is in the back of this car and his chauffer is driving. Mark is dressed in a grey suit, white top and no tie. His hair is combed back as ever and he is wearing his cheesy grin. Mark is having a conversation with his driver...
Mark Marvin:
Five minutes man, I have to be there!
Chauffer:
Yes sir.
Mark Marvin:
How can you forget I have a promo? You'd loose your head if it were loose!
The Chauffer sweats from his brow and continues to drive.
Mark Marvin:
Can we get some music on in here please?
The chauffer turns the radio on, Justin Timberlake, Sexyback hits the speakers. Mark Makes a face.
Mark Marvin:
No! Turn it off! I hate these young punks singing stuff like that!
The chauffer remains quiet for the rest of the journey while Mark listens to some of his own music. They arrive at the rose garden and they drive in, Mark tell the chauffer to wait for a couple of hours. Mark walks into the building. He asks an official when his promo is, he looks at his clipboard and he gives him directions and the time. Mark walks down the corridor, where he see's some cameras being set up. Another official stood up, his name was Sean according to the tag on his shirt.
Sean:
So are you Mark Marvin?
Mark Marvin:
What do you mean am I Mark Marvin? I've been singing songs worldwide all of my damn career. I'm here because I have nothing better to do so get your cameras set up and leave the job to me!
5 minutes later and Mark is sitting down on a bar stol staring at a camera, his promo has begun.
Mark Marvin:
As you all know by now, my name is Mark Marvin. And this week, I make my Wildside debut in a Over the top Battle Royal to determine who faces Jimmy Tuno at Unleashed. In all honesty I must admit they should have just given the shot to me. But I guess I have to beat all competition before hand. I mean, how hard can it be? To throw some people over a rope and you win, last one standing. I will be the last one standing. Let me assure you that.
He does his cheesy grin and keeps going.
Davey Anthony, I've heard you're a force to be reckoned with. 'Dangerous' Davey Anthony they call you, is that right? You are 20 years old, you have a life ahead of you, if I were you, I wouldn't risk it stepping inside the squared cricle with me. Your father was huge, a great wrestler, not to be underestimated, that doesn't make you anything special. I have earnt my fame, you will have fame because your father has lots of it.
He smooths back his hair and continues..
Let me move on, to Steven Satan. You had a very poor childhood, 15 years in a orphanage, it must have been hell. You're one hell of a wrestler, you're big and strong. Almost seven foot tall. 25 years old, that is quite alot of hard work there? You like to inflict pain. You have that staff, the sheeps head. Just thinking of it just knocks me sick. You like to put fear into your opponents let me tell you something Satan, I'm not afraid of anything.
He smirks at the camera ad sips some champagne out of a glass.
Jimmy Jazz, born and bred in London, England. I've been to London, all the stuff you would expect, rain, rude people and hardly any wrestling, punks, goths, chavs, emo's all of that stuff. You and your punky friends cause chaos in the streets, you are ruining peoples lives, it's time you should be payed the price. You have disrespected the good and noble people of around the world and it's all because of you trouble makers stirring things up as usual not using the appropriate English terms. Ya think ya well ard. Let me tell you something, your time has come Jimmy Jazz.
He calms himself down after being a little bit angry.
Chris Lamonte, you served for the army, I respect you for that, anyone willing to die for their country is a hero, you're one of the few I respect in this business. But former-Intercontinental champ or not. I will bring my A-Game this Wednesday. You're a very muscular guy, I have to admit. You have a fantastic phisique and you are veru influential but none of that matters to me, you are simply another opponent.
Mark takes a sip of champagne.
Lennox Armstrong, you're the opponent I know least of, it's a strange thing. You seem to have plenty of fans, not that they matter of course, and you've had some history over the time, but that is the thing of the past, you will wish you have never returned once you come face to face with me. At Wildside, I intend to do one thing and one thing only, and thats get the title shot I deserve and once I get that shot I will beat Tuno for his precious title. It's time for you to Respect your elders!
Scene Fades
Mark Marvin:
Five minutes man, I have to be there!
Chauffer:
Yes sir.
Mark Marvin:
How can you forget I have a promo? You'd loose your head if it were loose!
The Chauffer sweats from his brow and continues to drive.
Mark Marvin:
Can we get some music on in here please?
The chauffer turns the radio on, Justin Timberlake, Sexyback hits the speakers. Mark Makes a face.
Mark Marvin:
No! Turn it off! I hate these young punks singing stuff like that!
The chauffer remains quiet for the rest of the journey while Mark listens to some of his own music. They arrive at the rose garden and they drive in, Mark tell the chauffer to wait for a couple of hours. Mark walks into the building. He asks an official when his promo is, he looks at his clipboard and he gives him directions and the time. Mark walks down the corridor, where he see's some cameras being set up. Another official stood up, his name was Sean according to the tag on his shirt.
Sean:
So are you Mark Marvin?
Mark Marvin:
What do you mean am I Mark Marvin? I've been singing songs worldwide all of my damn career. I'm here because I have nothing better to do so get your cameras set up and leave the job to me!
5 minutes later and Mark is sitting down on a bar stol staring at a camera, his promo has begun.
Mark Marvin:
As you all know by now, my name is Mark Marvin. And this week, I make my Wildside debut in a Over the top Battle Royal to determine who faces Jimmy Tuno at Unleashed. In all honesty I must admit they should have just given the shot to me. But I guess I have to beat all competition before hand. I mean, how hard can it be? To throw some people over a rope and you win, last one standing. I will be the last one standing. Let me assure you that.
He does his cheesy grin and keeps going.
Davey Anthony, I've heard you're a force to be reckoned with. 'Dangerous' Davey Anthony they call you, is that right? You are 20 years old, you have a life ahead of you, if I were you, I wouldn't risk it stepping inside the squared cricle with me. Your father was huge, a great wrestler, not to be underestimated, that doesn't make you anything special. I have earnt my fame, you will have fame because your father has lots of it.
He smooths back his hair and continues..
Let me move on, to Steven Satan. You had a very poor childhood, 15 years in a orphanage, it must have been hell. You're one hell of a wrestler, you're big and strong. Almost seven foot tall. 25 years old, that is quite alot of hard work there? You like to inflict pain. You have that staff, the sheeps head. Just thinking of it just knocks me sick. You like to put fear into your opponents let me tell you something Satan, I'm not afraid of anything.
He smirks at the camera ad sips some champagne out of a glass.
Jimmy Jazz, born and bred in London, England. I've been to London, all the stuff you would expect, rain, rude people and hardly any wrestling, punks, goths, chavs, emo's all of that stuff. You and your punky friends cause chaos in the streets, you are ruining peoples lives, it's time you should be payed the price. You have disrespected the good and noble people of around the world and it's all because of you trouble makers stirring things up as usual not using the appropriate English terms. Ya think ya well ard. Let me tell you something, your time has come Jimmy Jazz.
He calms himself down after being a little bit angry.
Chris Lamonte, you served for the army, I respect you for that, anyone willing to die for their country is a hero, you're one of the few I respect in this business. But former-Intercontinental champ or not. I will bring my A-Game this Wednesday. You're a very muscular guy, I have to admit. You have a fantastic phisique and you are veru influential but none of that matters to me, you are simply another opponent.
Mark takes a sip of champagne.
Lennox Armstrong, you're the opponent I know least of, it's a strange thing. You seem to have plenty of fans, not that they matter of course, and you've had some history over the time, but that is the thing of the past, you will wish you have never returned once you come face to face with me. At Wildside, I intend to do one thing and one thing only, and thats get the title shot I deserve and once I get that shot I will beat Tuno for his precious title. It's time for you to Respect your elders!
Scene Fades