Post by T-Marv on Sept 20, 2013 21:15:52 GMT -4
With the weight of the world off his shoulders, and the one thing that brings him true joy and happiness sitting on the bed next to him, The Real Show Terry Marvin was in a euphoric state that he’d never imagined possible. In a week’s time, he would no longer be the APW Undisputed Champion, and he couldn’t care less…. And if you’d buy that…then you really are the epitome of fool.
Terry had mixed emotions about his knee jerk reaction to walking away from APW. On one hand, APW spent the last year and a half jerking him around one way or another. Sure, he hadn’t been the most welcoming employee in the world for APW… but the relationship runs two ways. And the last couple of executive decisions have been fucked beyond all belief. So he believes that leaving APW would be the best decision for both parties.
On the other hand… he felt like a coward, like a quitter, running away because he didn’t get his way. Was he really any better than a 4 year old throwing a tantrum? Is this the way he wanted to leave his legacy, his mark on APW? Would he be remembered at all? The thought had weighed on him heavily during his trip to France, and he knew that Maggie had noticed. He was sure he made the right decision… but he was also sure of how it would be perceived.
After all… He wasn’t Evan Envi.
He stood there in the Louvre staring at one of Rapheal’s unfinished portraits. He smiled at the irony of him standing right there the second his thought process coincided with the portrait he was staring at. His new bride, mother of his unborn child walks up to him and puts her head on his shoulders wrapping her arms around his.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
He heard her words, but they didn’t register in the slightest … He shook his head quickly turning toward her.
“What? “
She giggled at his lost gaze. And rubbed his arm.
“Earth to Mr. Marvin! Come in Mr. Marvin. What’s going on in your head Baby? You’ve been distant on and off all week. ”
Dammit, he was right. She was way more perceptive than her often naïve demeanor allows other to see her as. Terry smiles and shakes his head. He points at the painting.
“What do you think it was meant to be? Do you think it was gonna be a masterpiece or a major disappointment. Do you think this one unfinished piece has an effect on his overall viewpoint as one of the best artists in the renaissance era?
Maggie continues staring at Terry, trying to decipher his words.
“I highly doubt that walking away from this unfinished piece is going to make the world forget the hundreds of other works of art on full display for the world to see. Perhaps directly after, there were some sour feelings… but eventually people saw him for what he was… a visionary and a genius. It’s the overall view of history that matters, not the immediate reaction.”
She beams, proud of her advice, proud that she saw through his cryptic speak. Terry, however continues to stare at the painting as if he were a lost puppy dog saddened and depressed just waiting for a new home to come wondering by and take him in.
“Maybe, but what if he gave up too soon. What if he could have at least polished it up and made it shine a little better. Given it some sort of finish, even if it wasn’t the conclusion that he wanted. It’s clear that walking away when he did was the right decision, cause clearly this was turning out to be a disaster. However, one has to wonder if he ever looked back on it in regret.
Maggie lets out a sigh and lightly touches Terry’s arm, tugging on it to get his attention and force him to turn and look at her.
“Why don’t we talk about APW instead of going in circles with Medaphores. You want to go back and finish this thing don’t you, the right way.”
Terry sighs as well and chuckles.
“As good as it felt to walk away, it never really felt ‘right’ you know? It was a knee jerk reaction based on months and months of mistreatment. And I guess I finally snapped. Though, handing Mannie the Undisputed title in the process… probably not my finest hour.“
“So? Go back and kick his butt!”
Terry raised an eyebrow at her as she blushed a little, embarrassed that she nearly swore.
“But you were so proud of me for finally getting out of that bad situation...“
She smiles kindly and wrapps her arms around him, pulling him close to her. She looks up into his eyes.
“I was proud of you cause you finally spoke out against them and stopped letting them kick you around. I was proud because you stuck to your guns and did what you thought was right, something you truly believed in. I was proud of you, cause your transformation came full circle.”
He can’t help but smile at this, and she continues.
“But if you wanna finish what you started, if you wanna see this thing through to the very… VERY end, then I’ll be just as proud. Cause again, you’re doing what you think is right!”
Terry looks down at her, a lighter heart.
“When did you get so wise?”
“But Guess you must be rubbing off on me.”
They both share a small laugh as they turn towards the painting again.
“Just do me one favor.”
“Anything”
“When you finally DO finish this work of art… make sure it’s done for good, and make sure it’s beautiful!”
He smiles and puts his arm around her pulling her in closely.
“Sorry to disappoint you Mannie… but it’s not quite gonna be that easy!
Admit it, when you first saw my announcement on APW.com, your heart jumped just a bit realizing that you were going to be the Undisputed Champion! After all, you couldn’t HONESTLY believe you were going to waltz in there and just WIN. You’re not as stupid as you often act Mannie, so not even you would have made that bold of a mistake! You thought that my outrage at APW and the powers that be was enough for me to walk away and just let you be the king of the castle.
You fucking fool!
No matter how much APW tries to drive a nail in my coffin with their blatantly god forsaken decisions, I will never EVER allow somebody who disrespects this sport as much as you do within a cumshot of this title! The fans had my back recently more than I deserve, so what kind of man would I be to allow them to be constantly tortured by watching you with that title around your waist. That is cruel and unusual punishment that I wouldn’t even force my worst enemy to sit through. So sadly Mannie, if you want this title, you’re going to have to grow that pair of testicles you’ve been lacking most of your career, man up and meet me face to face in that ring and do something that NOBODY on the APW roster has been able to do… defeat the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING!
I could spend an hour talking about how in no universe do you deserve this title shot that Jason Kash, clearly feeling guilty for the multitude of time’s he’s bashed your face in, tossed your direction. But really… your pathetic showing over the years pretty much makes that joke for me. Hell, I’m fairly certain that Kash only did it to get some sick and twisted pleasure of sitting around in his underwear and fapping while he watches you be completely destroyed by a man who is your superior in every single way possible. But instead, I think I’ll try to do the impossible and point out each and every way that you are certainly the right man to be representing Asylum as the brands major champion:
…
…
…
That about covers it right?
For the love of GOD Mannie, your time here has been a roller coaster ride. And I’m not talking about those awesome ones that make your heart drop with every thrilling twist and turn. I’m talking about the one at the county fair with the unicorn at the head of it that even the 5 year olds are walking past saying “Fuck that, I got better things to do with my time!” Your lows are too numerous to mention. Your highs barely come up to the waist of Johnny Knuckle’s midget girlfriend. The fans around the wrestling world don’t even recognize your name when it’s thrown right in front of their faces. “Mannie? Who the fuck is that? Ohhhhh you mean that dipshit who’s music is used to torture inmates at Guantanamo?“ The only time you illicit a positive reaction from those you claim adore you is when they’re crying TEARS OF JOY each time you get tired of having your jock strap displayed to the masses and decide to take a hiatus!
You see Mannie, the problem isn’t that you’re a piece of shit wrestler, cause to be honest the talent is right there for us all to see. Denying it would be more than just burying you in a grave six feet under, it would be turning a blind eye and doing a disservice to everything this sport stands for. Where your problem really lies is your inability to handle the pressure. Everytime you get on top of that ladder, you look down and panic! Everything gets in your head and you crumble just like a poorly built building. And the issue doesn’t stem from lack of training or anything physical… the issue comes from the same place as every weak structure… The foundation. Underneath everything Mannie… you have a black fucking heart… an empty soul… a TARNISHED foundation. It can’t possibly hope to hold under the weight of your oversized and unwarranted ego!
And I gotta ask, what are you gonna do when you crack again, when you choke yet again, when you fail to clutch that holy grail that always seems just out of your reached… ONE LAST TIME? That’s not a rhetorical question, but I already know the answer because you’re as predictable as a stopwatch and you do the same damn thing every single time. You’ll try to reinvent yourself. You think that if you come back flashier, with a better catchphrase, with a new manager, with a new look, that suddenly you’ll have it all figured out and success will just fall in your lap. Unfortunately Mannie, the world doesn’t work that way. It doesn’t care what the packaging is because it knows that deep down inside the contents are the same old spoiled goods that they ALWAYS are. You wanna change Mannie… how bout you start with your fucking attitude and knock off the god damn games and gimmicks!
For instance… THE MAIN ATTRACTION? What the fuck is this shit? Honestly! Do you think that you can just start calling yourself something like that and the world would instantly bow at your feet and believe it to be fact? The only way you could be ANY kind of attraction is maybe the joker sitting on the platform at the dunking booth of Jim Bob’s Carnival. That line would be wrap around the globe TWICE! Let me tell you something boy, you can’t just proclaim yourself to be the top dog… it takes blood, sweat and tears, backbreaking labor, and a desire that you can’t even imagine. I’ve busted my ass for YEARS to call myself THE REAL SHOW, and it’s a name I EARNED, not just made up on a whim because it sounded cool! You’re not some heaven sent entity that blesses this earth with his sheer presence… FUCK YOU Mannie! I’m God’s Gift to Wrestling because I’ve done everything there is to do in this business a thousand times over! Come back and talk to me when you’ve done one BILLIONTH of what I’ve accomplished in my career.
Now, let’s talk about what this match is REALLY about… it’s a chance for some good for nothing scrub to catch lightning in a bottle and prove that he’s worth more than the dab of sperm that rolled down the crack of his momma’s ass. It’s a chance for Mannie to prove what he’s been saying his entire career, what he’s been unable to back up for even a second… that he belongs at the top of APW. And I for one would love to see that happen. I would love to see all that potential put to use instead of wasted on a scum of a human being who would stab his own family in the back for one tiny opportunity. An opportunity that he’d simply squander when he got too big for his britches. But more so, this is an opportunity to take the best that Mannie has to throw at me, to take every ounce of drive that he has, to absorb all his wants and wishes… and prove once and for all where he belongs. It’s time for me to end the false hopes and childish dreams of Mr. 420 that can only have come from overexposure to all sorts of crazy drugs over the years! Some people, Mannie, are dream crushers… you’re staring at yours!
I meant what I said, that I was ready to walk away from APW. The time is certainly here. My career… there’s not much sand in that hourglass left, and I plan on going out the only way I know how: At the very SUMMIT of that mountain! But I will not leave the legacy I built in the hands of a selfish and jealous man who would only defile the Undisputed Championship! I will not turn by back on the fans.. not this time. I will not let everything I’VE BUILT gone to reason.
And make no doubt about it Mannie… APW is the house that TERRY MARVIN built. I took it to the Experts Fed of the year 2012. I’ve made it the most feared and most talked about roster the world over. I have busted my ass to make sure the guys and gals tuning in to Asylum and Overdrive every week get what they pay for! And I will not leave until there is someone worthy to take my place.
You… Mannie… are most certainly NOT worthy.
And there is no way in HELL, I’ll let you end the GREATEST REIGN in wrestling History…
You think that’s a possibility? You need to GET REAL!”
Terry had mixed emotions about his knee jerk reaction to walking away from APW. On one hand, APW spent the last year and a half jerking him around one way or another. Sure, he hadn’t been the most welcoming employee in the world for APW… but the relationship runs two ways. And the last couple of executive decisions have been fucked beyond all belief. So he believes that leaving APW would be the best decision for both parties.
On the other hand… he felt like a coward, like a quitter, running away because he didn’t get his way. Was he really any better than a 4 year old throwing a tantrum? Is this the way he wanted to leave his legacy, his mark on APW? Would he be remembered at all? The thought had weighed on him heavily during his trip to France, and he knew that Maggie had noticed. He was sure he made the right decision… but he was also sure of how it would be perceived.
After all… He wasn’t Evan Envi.
He stood there in the Louvre staring at one of Rapheal’s unfinished portraits. He smiled at the irony of him standing right there the second his thought process coincided with the portrait he was staring at. His new bride, mother of his unborn child walks up to him and puts her head on his shoulders wrapping her arms around his.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
He heard her words, but they didn’t register in the slightest … He shook his head quickly turning toward her.
“What? “
She giggled at his lost gaze. And rubbed his arm.
“Earth to Mr. Marvin! Come in Mr. Marvin. What’s going on in your head Baby? You’ve been distant on and off all week. ”
Dammit, he was right. She was way more perceptive than her often naïve demeanor allows other to see her as. Terry smiles and shakes his head. He points at the painting.
“What do you think it was meant to be? Do you think it was gonna be a masterpiece or a major disappointment. Do you think this one unfinished piece has an effect on his overall viewpoint as one of the best artists in the renaissance era?
Maggie continues staring at Terry, trying to decipher his words.
“I highly doubt that walking away from this unfinished piece is going to make the world forget the hundreds of other works of art on full display for the world to see. Perhaps directly after, there were some sour feelings… but eventually people saw him for what he was… a visionary and a genius. It’s the overall view of history that matters, not the immediate reaction.”
She beams, proud of her advice, proud that she saw through his cryptic speak. Terry, however continues to stare at the painting as if he were a lost puppy dog saddened and depressed just waiting for a new home to come wondering by and take him in.
“Maybe, but what if he gave up too soon. What if he could have at least polished it up and made it shine a little better. Given it some sort of finish, even if it wasn’t the conclusion that he wanted. It’s clear that walking away when he did was the right decision, cause clearly this was turning out to be a disaster. However, one has to wonder if he ever looked back on it in regret.
Maggie lets out a sigh and lightly touches Terry’s arm, tugging on it to get his attention and force him to turn and look at her.
“Why don’t we talk about APW instead of going in circles with Medaphores. You want to go back and finish this thing don’t you, the right way.”
Terry sighs as well and chuckles.
“As good as it felt to walk away, it never really felt ‘right’ you know? It was a knee jerk reaction based on months and months of mistreatment. And I guess I finally snapped. Though, handing Mannie the Undisputed title in the process… probably not my finest hour.“
“So? Go back and kick his butt!”
Terry raised an eyebrow at her as she blushed a little, embarrassed that she nearly swore.
“But you were so proud of me for finally getting out of that bad situation...“
She smiles kindly and wrapps her arms around him, pulling him close to her. She looks up into his eyes.
“I was proud of you cause you finally spoke out against them and stopped letting them kick you around. I was proud because you stuck to your guns and did what you thought was right, something you truly believed in. I was proud of you, cause your transformation came full circle.”
He can’t help but smile at this, and she continues.
“But if you wanna finish what you started, if you wanna see this thing through to the very… VERY end, then I’ll be just as proud. Cause again, you’re doing what you think is right!”
Terry looks down at her, a lighter heart.
“When did you get so wise?”
“But Guess you must be rubbing off on me.”
They both share a small laugh as they turn towards the painting again.
“Just do me one favor.”
“Anything”
“When you finally DO finish this work of art… make sure it’s done for good, and make sure it’s beautiful!”
He smiles and puts his arm around her pulling her in closely.
“Sorry to disappoint you Mannie… but it’s not quite gonna be that easy!
Admit it, when you first saw my announcement on APW.com, your heart jumped just a bit realizing that you were going to be the Undisputed Champion! After all, you couldn’t HONESTLY believe you were going to waltz in there and just WIN. You’re not as stupid as you often act Mannie, so not even you would have made that bold of a mistake! You thought that my outrage at APW and the powers that be was enough for me to walk away and just let you be the king of the castle.
You fucking fool!
No matter how much APW tries to drive a nail in my coffin with their blatantly god forsaken decisions, I will never EVER allow somebody who disrespects this sport as much as you do within a cumshot of this title! The fans had my back recently more than I deserve, so what kind of man would I be to allow them to be constantly tortured by watching you with that title around your waist. That is cruel and unusual punishment that I wouldn’t even force my worst enemy to sit through. So sadly Mannie, if you want this title, you’re going to have to grow that pair of testicles you’ve been lacking most of your career, man up and meet me face to face in that ring and do something that NOBODY on the APW roster has been able to do… defeat the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING!
I could spend an hour talking about how in no universe do you deserve this title shot that Jason Kash, clearly feeling guilty for the multitude of time’s he’s bashed your face in, tossed your direction. But really… your pathetic showing over the years pretty much makes that joke for me. Hell, I’m fairly certain that Kash only did it to get some sick and twisted pleasure of sitting around in his underwear and fapping while he watches you be completely destroyed by a man who is your superior in every single way possible. But instead, I think I’ll try to do the impossible and point out each and every way that you are certainly the right man to be representing Asylum as the brands major champion:
…
…
…
That about covers it right?
For the love of GOD Mannie, your time here has been a roller coaster ride. And I’m not talking about those awesome ones that make your heart drop with every thrilling twist and turn. I’m talking about the one at the county fair with the unicorn at the head of it that even the 5 year olds are walking past saying “Fuck that, I got better things to do with my time!” Your lows are too numerous to mention. Your highs barely come up to the waist of Johnny Knuckle’s midget girlfriend. The fans around the wrestling world don’t even recognize your name when it’s thrown right in front of their faces. “Mannie? Who the fuck is that? Ohhhhh you mean that dipshit who’s music is used to torture inmates at Guantanamo?“ The only time you illicit a positive reaction from those you claim adore you is when they’re crying TEARS OF JOY each time you get tired of having your jock strap displayed to the masses and decide to take a hiatus!
You see Mannie, the problem isn’t that you’re a piece of shit wrestler, cause to be honest the talent is right there for us all to see. Denying it would be more than just burying you in a grave six feet under, it would be turning a blind eye and doing a disservice to everything this sport stands for. Where your problem really lies is your inability to handle the pressure. Everytime you get on top of that ladder, you look down and panic! Everything gets in your head and you crumble just like a poorly built building. And the issue doesn’t stem from lack of training or anything physical… the issue comes from the same place as every weak structure… The foundation. Underneath everything Mannie… you have a black fucking heart… an empty soul… a TARNISHED foundation. It can’t possibly hope to hold under the weight of your oversized and unwarranted ego!
And I gotta ask, what are you gonna do when you crack again, when you choke yet again, when you fail to clutch that holy grail that always seems just out of your reached… ONE LAST TIME? That’s not a rhetorical question, but I already know the answer because you’re as predictable as a stopwatch and you do the same damn thing every single time. You’ll try to reinvent yourself. You think that if you come back flashier, with a better catchphrase, with a new manager, with a new look, that suddenly you’ll have it all figured out and success will just fall in your lap. Unfortunately Mannie, the world doesn’t work that way. It doesn’t care what the packaging is because it knows that deep down inside the contents are the same old spoiled goods that they ALWAYS are. You wanna change Mannie… how bout you start with your fucking attitude and knock off the god damn games and gimmicks!
For instance… THE MAIN ATTRACTION? What the fuck is this shit? Honestly! Do you think that you can just start calling yourself something like that and the world would instantly bow at your feet and believe it to be fact? The only way you could be ANY kind of attraction is maybe the joker sitting on the platform at the dunking booth of Jim Bob’s Carnival. That line would be wrap around the globe TWICE! Let me tell you something boy, you can’t just proclaim yourself to be the top dog… it takes blood, sweat and tears, backbreaking labor, and a desire that you can’t even imagine. I’ve busted my ass for YEARS to call myself THE REAL SHOW, and it’s a name I EARNED, not just made up on a whim because it sounded cool! You’re not some heaven sent entity that blesses this earth with his sheer presence… FUCK YOU Mannie! I’m God’s Gift to Wrestling because I’ve done everything there is to do in this business a thousand times over! Come back and talk to me when you’ve done one BILLIONTH of what I’ve accomplished in my career.
Now, let’s talk about what this match is REALLY about… it’s a chance for some good for nothing scrub to catch lightning in a bottle and prove that he’s worth more than the dab of sperm that rolled down the crack of his momma’s ass. It’s a chance for Mannie to prove what he’s been saying his entire career, what he’s been unable to back up for even a second… that he belongs at the top of APW. And I for one would love to see that happen. I would love to see all that potential put to use instead of wasted on a scum of a human being who would stab his own family in the back for one tiny opportunity. An opportunity that he’d simply squander when he got too big for his britches. But more so, this is an opportunity to take the best that Mannie has to throw at me, to take every ounce of drive that he has, to absorb all his wants and wishes… and prove once and for all where he belongs. It’s time for me to end the false hopes and childish dreams of Mr. 420 that can only have come from overexposure to all sorts of crazy drugs over the years! Some people, Mannie, are dream crushers… you’re staring at yours!
I meant what I said, that I was ready to walk away from APW. The time is certainly here. My career… there’s not much sand in that hourglass left, and I plan on going out the only way I know how: At the very SUMMIT of that mountain! But I will not leave the legacy I built in the hands of a selfish and jealous man who would only defile the Undisputed Championship! I will not turn by back on the fans.. not this time. I will not let everything I’VE BUILT gone to reason.
And make no doubt about it Mannie… APW is the house that TERRY MARVIN built. I took it to the Experts Fed of the year 2012. I’ve made it the most feared and most talked about roster the world over. I have busted my ass to make sure the guys and gals tuning in to Asylum and Overdrive every week get what they pay for! And I will not leave until there is someone worthy to take my place.
You… Mannie… are most certainly NOT worthy.
And there is no way in HELL, I’ll let you end the GREATEST REIGN in wrestling History…
You think that’s a possibility? You need to GET REAL!”
