Post by T-Marv on Apr 20, 2013 23:07:02 GMT -4
The light sparkles off the big blue diamond, dancing in the dimly lit hotel room. Maggie Kent stares at the ring sitting on her finger with an intense smile on her face.
She’s never been this happy.
And the man who she’s been using as a pillow for the past few hours agrees with her wholeheartedly. Terry Marvin kisses her gently on her neck, eliciting a whimper out of her and yet another smile.
“You know you don’t have to stare at that thing 24/7, it’s not going anywhere.”
He smiles teasingly at her. She just blinks her eyes and nods up at him.
“But it’s just so….pretty, and amazing to thing that a month ago I was married to my job and soon I’d be married to the greatest man that ever walked the plannet.”
Terry would blush at this embelishment, but he’s heard it enough over the past few weeks that he’s quite used to it. The smile on Maggie’s face fades a bit as a note comes across her tablet PC.
“It‘s yet another person wondering if your new change of attitude is real or just another ruse. I tire of this. ”
She looks seriously annoyed, but Terry just shakes his head and laughs it off.
“They have good reason to doubt me. Hell, I even doubt me sometimes. Especially since the change is so fast!”
Maggie grimaces.
“People judge things on how they thing they should progress. If the pace isn’t right in their mind, then it isn‘t right at all. That‘s not fair! People move at their own speed. They grow at their own rate. They take relationships at their own pace!”
Terry smiles at this. It’d only been 3 weeks since they started dating, but They’d only been apart for less than a day of that time. And now they’re engaged. Are they crazy? Most likely! But they’re not stupid. They feel what they feel and the rest of the world be DAMNED!
“I could care less if they accept this change or not. I am doing this for me, not for them. I‘m doing what I have to do in order to prove to myself that I deserve the moniker of GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING! If they don’t‘ trust me… I don‘t give a fuck. If they don‘t like it, I still don‘t give a fuck. I am who I am… fuck them.”
Maggie cringes at first hearing Terry using the angry language that he does, but she just nuzzles back against him.
“As far as our Engagement goes. I know I made the right choice. That‘s not gonna change in six months from now. That‘s not gonna change in 2 years from now, or 50 years from now. You get me. You make me into a better person. And I love you with everything that I am.”
Maggie smiles and blushes leaning up and kissing him.
“And also because….”
Terry pulls up his phone and types something in. The alert on Maggie’s laptop goes off as she pulls up Twitter and see’s Terry’s last tweet complimenting her on her fine rear end. She blushes and screams out.
“TERRY!”
“What? It‘s true?”
She continues blushing as he scrolls over something on his phone and shows her.
“See?”
We only catch a quick glimpse but it seems to be a picture of maggie laying in bed on her tablet wearing a long shirt and no pants. Her eyes get wide and she grabs at the phone.
“When did you take that?”
“When you least expect it!”
Terry smiles and she tackles him trying to get to the phone. HE rolls her over and lays on top of her staring down at her. He throws the phone off to the side and brushes the hair out of her face.
“I really do love you. I don‘t care what everyone else says. I am ready to spend the rest of my life with you!”
She smiles up at him, but doesn’t blush this time.
“You don‘t have to convince me baby. I can see how much you‘ve grown over the past few weeks. And you don‘t have to convince your doubters either. They know….each and every one of them. They‘re scared because you don‘t have to cheat, you don‘t have to pull bullshit and you‘re still beating them. It‘s cause you‘re JUST THAT GOOD. And now they‘re out of excuses.”
Terry smiles at her, and kisses her gently. She smiles back at him before rolling him over and diving for his phone. Terry somehow wrestles it away and smiles again.
“It is #SexySaturday! Perhaps twitter would like to see what I‘m all a fluster over.”
He smiles as she looks at him shocked.
“You wouldn‘t dare!”
He raises an eyebrow and looks at his phone smiling. Maggie looks flustered and nervously twitching, not knowing what to do, so she reaches down and grabs the bottom of her blue shirt with both hands and pulls them up over her head, flashing Terry.
Terry’s jaw drops and the phone falls out of his hands.
Through the Blush and embarrassment, Maggie runs by, grabbing the phone and hops on the couch, burying her face under the cushions, obviously mortified that she just did that. Terry shakes his head to regain the composure after the shock wears off and then just smiles at her.
“Well played my love… well played! But you have ABSOLUTELY nothing to be embarrassed about. ”
She looks up from under the cushion very shyly.
“I know, but you have nothing to be ashamed of either. I mean with your past and the way you used to approach things in that ring. You‘re a different person. You‘re a better person. And if people can‘t see that, you‘ll just have to prove it.”
Even under a curtain of red, she just GETS him. He smiles at her.
“And I‘ll do just that. But I‘m warning you… you flash me again, and we won‘t be doing ANYTHING the rest of the day!”
He flashes a wicked smile at her as she raises an eyebrow. He laughs and looks back down at the bed…only for the side of his face to be hit by a blue Tee Shirt….
Things happen quickly in my life. That’s pretty much the way it’s always been. I’m a huge star in 3 wrestling federations…. Time moves very fast no matter what, I’m just trying to keep up with it. It’s the way I’ve worked in APW.. I came in, and was runner up in Survive and Conquer. And when things didn’t work out, I was gone in a flash. And when I came back… it was right to the top.
I don’t like wasting time. It feels counterproductive. I like to make things happen at my pace, even if it’s a lightning quick speed. Like this new attitude everyone likes to point out that I now have. It seemed to have switched on overnight and now everyone is all up in arms about it.
It doesn’t matter, I’m not out to please the people of the world and I’m certainly not out to please each and every person in that locker room. I’m going to be who I am, and I’m going to do whatever the hell I want to do. And nobody will get to tell me differently. I’m the Undisputed Champion, the king of Wrestling, and the man who has taken 2013 in the palm of his hands!
But there are those who resist my change. There are those who think they have a hold over me in any sort of way. There are those who continue to force me into the role they believe I should play. And if they don’t get their way, the set me up for ultimate failure. But I won’t let them back me into a corner anymore. I won’t let them force my hand. I am resolved to my course. I am where I want to me.
And when they bring my enemies at me all at once, and when they try to gang up and conquer me, I will respond in the way that Only I can. I will face down my doubters, and prove once again that I am the REAL SHOW, and that nobody can hold down the most powerful force that wrestling has ever seen!
So Come at me Keaton.
Come at me Phil.
I will not destroy you, I will not underhandedly take you out like a coward. I will instead look you in the eyes while I strike down a mighty and smiting blow. Just like I always do when my back is in a corner. Just like I always will do when my haters come out of the wood work.
But I will never revert.
I will never go backward.
I will never be what the powers in charge want me to be. I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t care if you want me to fail…but you will never EVER beat me. And you will respect me, or I will beat the respect out of you.
I did that two weeks ago.
I forced the hand of my opponent…. I forced him to give me the respect I earned.
I’ll do it again this week!
So it starts already eh?
I’ve been on Asylum for one show and the powers that be are already trying to stack the deck up against me. Instead of letting me take on the past challenger’s remach clauses one at a time, they instead throw them both at me in a blatent attempt to censor my incredible reign as Undisputed Champion. They know that I’ve faced down all odds, they know that anyone they’ve thrown at me has left disappointed. Yet they can’t handle me at the top, they cant handle the truth that I spit week in and week out. Those in power must do EVERYTHING possible to rip my soul away…
And that starts this week, when they throw me in a handicapped match against the Pillars…One who I defeated in overwhelmingly fair fashion last week and another who has failed to defeat me in our last 25 thousand battles….give or take a few.
Now I know what you’re saying “But, it’s not a handicapped match!” Oh isn’t it? You give me a man who in 4 weeks will be doing everything in his power to STEAL my championship belt away from me as my so called partner and call it a Tag match? It’s a travesty in booking and a blatant FUCK YOU to yours truly.
But I don’t mind! I’ve faced worse odds.
And if the tyrants in charge who desperately want to pretend that this isn’t MY APW and that I am NOT the pinnacle of everything that happens here, were paying attention last week as I beat one of my opponents this week without resorting to my usual tactics, they’d see that I do not fold so easily.
They’re truly going to have to do better than that.
But I’ll play along with this clusterfuck of a screw job wrapped up in the enigma of a “fair” tag match.
First we’ll address my tag team partner PHIL ATKEN! So nice of you to show up Phil…as that seems to not be your MO lately….at least not really. Sure, you’ve been physically in those matches, but it’s been almost like an empty shell has been taking the poundings over and over while the man inside was off somewhere in la la land. YOU WERE A JOKE of a World champion Phil. Everyone knows it! And now here you are trying to take what is rightfully mine?
You better bring your ‘A’ game this week pal. Cause I’ll be damned if those PILLAR fucks get one over on me. And if you even think about taking this opportunity to soften up the old champ…. It will be the first and LAST mistake you ever make with me Boy! I’ll make sure your life really is an UNFORTUNATE one.
And then we turn to the last remaining pillars of a collapsing building! How’d it feel last week TJ when I beat you in the middle of that ring, no tricks, no games, just pure talent. I saw that look in your eyes after. I saw when you thought I was going to attack you and beat you within an inch of your life and THEN forced you to shake my hand…. You were in UTTER shock.
You didn’t believe I could do it.
NOBODY believed I could do it.
OF COURSE I DID IT! I’m the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING!
And I earned your fucking respect.
So maybe you can talk some sense into your tag team partner who for some reason still believes that I’m not as good as I say I am, who for some reason thinks that all those times that I came out on top, he was robbed, that he was the better man. And it was all because I pulled no punches, all because I did everything possible to get what really matters in this business, that check mark in the win column!
Come on Keaton…the definition of Insanity is doing the same thing over and over while expecting different results. I know I hit you HARD… A LOT, but I don’t think I knocked that much out of that pea sized brain of yours did I? I thought you were smarter than that.
But here you are again smiling because you know I can’t beat you fairly, because you know the deck is stacked against me.
Keep thinking that Keaton, cause I’m laughing my ass off over here. I’m eating it up. I’m taking the hate and doubt and recycling it into pure desire! The desire to make you eat your FUCKING words!
I love the odds Keaton, and I love when they’re stacked against me. Ask the 98 other guys who I destroyed on my way to glory in January, ask them how much the stacked odds affected me.
You see Keaton, Phil, I know exactly what you’re thinking. This week is a feeler so that you can get an idea of how I operate, so you can get some sort of physical or psychological advantage on me.
But how do you get inside the head of the KING of Mind games? You’re already stuck in one of my epic contests of wit and cunning and you’ve already fallen far behind.
Sunday Night, for the Second Asylum in a row… I prove beyond a shadow of a doubt why I am the APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION.
The Real Show Era is in full swing and you lucky souls get to witness it first hand.
As for all those thoughts of wearing down the champ and getting some sort of edge heading into Mayhem goes… well I think it’s time for each and every one of you to GET REAL!
Sunday Night, my momentum continues.
Sunday Night, The NEW Show is revived.
The weather has broken. The birds are chirping. The flowers are growing. And Love is in the air.
It must be Spring
And Sunday Night…. Springtime becomes….
SHOWTIME!!!
She’s never been this happy.
And the man who she’s been using as a pillow for the past few hours agrees with her wholeheartedly. Terry Marvin kisses her gently on her neck, eliciting a whimper out of her and yet another smile.
“You know you don’t have to stare at that thing 24/7, it’s not going anywhere.”
He smiles teasingly at her. She just blinks her eyes and nods up at him.
“But it’s just so….pretty, and amazing to thing that a month ago I was married to my job and soon I’d be married to the greatest man that ever walked the plannet.”
Terry would blush at this embelishment, but he’s heard it enough over the past few weeks that he’s quite used to it. The smile on Maggie’s face fades a bit as a note comes across her tablet PC.
“It‘s yet another person wondering if your new change of attitude is real or just another ruse. I tire of this. ”
She looks seriously annoyed, but Terry just shakes his head and laughs it off.
“They have good reason to doubt me. Hell, I even doubt me sometimes. Especially since the change is so fast!”
Maggie grimaces.
“People judge things on how they thing they should progress. If the pace isn’t right in their mind, then it isn‘t right at all. That‘s not fair! People move at their own speed. They grow at their own rate. They take relationships at their own pace!”
Terry smiles at this. It’d only been 3 weeks since they started dating, but They’d only been apart for less than a day of that time. And now they’re engaged. Are they crazy? Most likely! But they’re not stupid. They feel what they feel and the rest of the world be DAMNED!
“I could care less if they accept this change or not. I am doing this for me, not for them. I‘m doing what I have to do in order to prove to myself that I deserve the moniker of GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING! If they don’t‘ trust me… I don‘t give a fuck. If they don‘t like it, I still don‘t give a fuck. I am who I am… fuck them.”
Maggie cringes at first hearing Terry using the angry language that he does, but she just nuzzles back against him.
“As far as our Engagement goes. I know I made the right choice. That‘s not gonna change in six months from now. That‘s not gonna change in 2 years from now, or 50 years from now. You get me. You make me into a better person. And I love you with everything that I am.”
Maggie smiles and blushes leaning up and kissing him.
“And also because….”
Terry pulls up his phone and types something in. The alert on Maggie’s laptop goes off as she pulls up Twitter and see’s Terry’s last tweet complimenting her on her fine rear end. She blushes and screams out.
“TERRY!”
“What? It‘s true?”
She continues blushing as he scrolls over something on his phone and shows her.
“See?”
We only catch a quick glimpse but it seems to be a picture of maggie laying in bed on her tablet wearing a long shirt and no pants. Her eyes get wide and she grabs at the phone.
“When did you take that?”
“When you least expect it!”
Terry smiles and she tackles him trying to get to the phone. HE rolls her over and lays on top of her staring down at her. He throws the phone off to the side and brushes the hair out of her face.
“I really do love you. I don‘t care what everyone else says. I am ready to spend the rest of my life with you!”
She smiles up at him, but doesn’t blush this time.
“You don‘t have to convince me baby. I can see how much you‘ve grown over the past few weeks. And you don‘t have to convince your doubters either. They know….each and every one of them. They‘re scared because you don‘t have to cheat, you don‘t have to pull bullshit and you‘re still beating them. It‘s cause you‘re JUST THAT GOOD. And now they‘re out of excuses.”
Terry smiles at her, and kisses her gently. She smiles back at him before rolling him over and diving for his phone. Terry somehow wrestles it away and smiles again.
“It is #SexySaturday! Perhaps twitter would like to see what I‘m all a fluster over.”
He smiles as she looks at him shocked.
“You wouldn‘t dare!”
He raises an eyebrow and looks at his phone smiling. Maggie looks flustered and nervously twitching, not knowing what to do, so she reaches down and grabs the bottom of her blue shirt with both hands and pulls them up over her head, flashing Terry.
Terry’s jaw drops and the phone falls out of his hands.
Through the Blush and embarrassment, Maggie runs by, grabbing the phone and hops on the couch, burying her face under the cushions, obviously mortified that she just did that. Terry shakes his head to regain the composure after the shock wears off and then just smiles at her.
“Well played my love… well played! But you have ABSOLUTELY nothing to be embarrassed about. ”
She looks up from under the cushion very shyly.
“I know, but you have nothing to be ashamed of either. I mean with your past and the way you used to approach things in that ring. You‘re a different person. You‘re a better person. And if people can‘t see that, you‘ll just have to prove it.”
Even under a curtain of red, she just GETS him. He smiles at her.
“And I‘ll do just that. But I‘m warning you… you flash me again, and we won‘t be doing ANYTHING the rest of the day!”
He flashes a wicked smile at her as she raises an eyebrow. He laughs and looks back down at the bed…only for the side of his face to be hit by a blue Tee Shirt….
Things happen quickly in my life. That’s pretty much the way it’s always been. I’m a huge star in 3 wrestling federations…. Time moves very fast no matter what, I’m just trying to keep up with it. It’s the way I’ve worked in APW.. I came in, and was runner up in Survive and Conquer. And when things didn’t work out, I was gone in a flash. And when I came back… it was right to the top.
I don’t like wasting time. It feels counterproductive. I like to make things happen at my pace, even if it’s a lightning quick speed. Like this new attitude everyone likes to point out that I now have. It seemed to have switched on overnight and now everyone is all up in arms about it.
It doesn’t matter, I’m not out to please the people of the world and I’m certainly not out to please each and every person in that locker room. I’m going to be who I am, and I’m going to do whatever the hell I want to do. And nobody will get to tell me differently. I’m the Undisputed Champion, the king of Wrestling, and the man who has taken 2013 in the palm of his hands!
But there are those who resist my change. There are those who think they have a hold over me in any sort of way. There are those who continue to force me into the role they believe I should play. And if they don’t get their way, the set me up for ultimate failure. But I won’t let them back me into a corner anymore. I won’t let them force my hand. I am resolved to my course. I am where I want to me.
And when they bring my enemies at me all at once, and when they try to gang up and conquer me, I will respond in the way that Only I can. I will face down my doubters, and prove once again that I am the REAL SHOW, and that nobody can hold down the most powerful force that wrestling has ever seen!
So Come at me Keaton.
Come at me Phil.
I will not destroy you, I will not underhandedly take you out like a coward. I will instead look you in the eyes while I strike down a mighty and smiting blow. Just like I always do when my back is in a corner. Just like I always will do when my haters come out of the wood work.
But I will never revert.
I will never go backward.
I will never be what the powers in charge want me to be. I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t care if you want me to fail…but you will never EVER beat me. And you will respect me, or I will beat the respect out of you.
I did that two weeks ago.
I forced the hand of my opponent…. I forced him to give me the respect I earned.
I’ll do it again this week!
So it starts already eh?
I’ve been on Asylum for one show and the powers that be are already trying to stack the deck up against me. Instead of letting me take on the past challenger’s remach clauses one at a time, they instead throw them both at me in a blatent attempt to censor my incredible reign as Undisputed Champion. They know that I’ve faced down all odds, they know that anyone they’ve thrown at me has left disappointed. Yet they can’t handle me at the top, they cant handle the truth that I spit week in and week out. Those in power must do EVERYTHING possible to rip my soul away…
And that starts this week, when they throw me in a handicapped match against the Pillars…One who I defeated in overwhelmingly fair fashion last week and another who has failed to defeat me in our last 25 thousand battles….give or take a few.
Now I know what you’re saying “But, it’s not a handicapped match!” Oh isn’t it? You give me a man who in 4 weeks will be doing everything in his power to STEAL my championship belt away from me as my so called partner and call it a Tag match? It’s a travesty in booking and a blatant FUCK YOU to yours truly.
But I don’t mind! I’ve faced worse odds.
And if the tyrants in charge who desperately want to pretend that this isn’t MY APW and that I am NOT the pinnacle of everything that happens here, were paying attention last week as I beat one of my opponents this week without resorting to my usual tactics, they’d see that I do not fold so easily.
They’re truly going to have to do better than that.
But I’ll play along with this clusterfuck of a screw job wrapped up in the enigma of a “fair” tag match.
First we’ll address my tag team partner PHIL ATKEN! So nice of you to show up Phil…as that seems to not be your MO lately….at least not really. Sure, you’ve been physically in those matches, but it’s been almost like an empty shell has been taking the poundings over and over while the man inside was off somewhere in la la land. YOU WERE A JOKE of a World champion Phil. Everyone knows it! And now here you are trying to take what is rightfully mine?
You better bring your ‘A’ game this week pal. Cause I’ll be damned if those PILLAR fucks get one over on me. And if you even think about taking this opportunity to soften up the old champ…. It will be the first and LAST mistake you ever make with me Boy! I’ll make sure your life really is an UNFORTUNATE one.
And then we turn to the last remaining pillars of a collapsing building! How’d it feel last week TJ when I beat you in the middle of that ring, no tricks, no games, just pure talent. I saw that look in your eyes after. I saw when you thought I was going to attack you and beat you within an inch of your life and THEN forced you to shake my hand…. You were in UTTER shock.
You didn’t believe I could do it.
NOBODY believed I could do it.
OF COURSE I DID IT! I’m the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING!
And I earned your fucking respect.
So maybe you can talk some sense into your tag team partner who for some reason still believes that I’m not as good as I say I am, who for some reason thinks that all those times that I came out on top, he was robbed, that he was the better man. And it was all because I pulled no punches, all because I did everything possible to get what really matters in this business, that check mark in the win column!
Come on Keaton…the definition of Insanity is doing the same thing over and over while expecting different results. I know I hit you HARD… A LOT, but I don’t think I knocked that much out of that pea sized brain of yours did I? I thought you were smarter than that.
But here you are again smiling because you know I can’t beat you fairly, because you know the deck is stacked against me.
Keep thinking that Keaton, cause I’m laughing my ass off over here. I’m eating it up. I’m taking the hate and doubt and recycling it into pure desire! The desire to make you eat your FUCKING words!
I love the odds Keaton, and I love when they’re stacked against me. Ask the 98 other guys who I destroyed on my way to glory in January, ask them how much the stacked odds affected me.
You see Keaton, Phil, I know exactly what you’re thinking. This week is a feeler so that you can get an idea of how I operate, so you can get some sort of physical or psychological advantage on me.
But how do you get inside the head of the KING of Mind games? You’re already stuck in one of my epic contests of wit and cunning and you’ve already fallen far behind.
Sunday Night, for the Second Asylum in a row… I prove beyond a shadow of a doubt why I am the APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION.
The Real Show Era is in full swing and you lucky souls get to witness it first hand.
As for all those thoughts of wearing down the champ and getting some sort of edge heading into Mayhem goes… well I think it’s time for each and every one of you to GET REAL!
Sunday Night, my momentum continues.
Sunday Night, The NEW Show is revived.
The weather has broken. The birds are chirping. The flowers are growing. And Love is in the air.
It must be Spring
And Sunday Night…. Springtime becomes….
SHOWTIME!!!
