Post by T-Marv on Sept 11, 2013 15:42:07 GMT -4
The Scene fades in on hotel conference room where Terry Marvin stands alone at a pedestal with a microphone near his mouth. He’s dressed in a fairly nice suit and his face doesn’t carry the usual smile upon it he looks down, not raising his eyes, not showing any real emotion. The APW Undisputed Championship sits on a stand next to him.
“Ladies and Gentlemen… I come to you via Satellite because what I have to say cannot wait for me to return from my Honeymoon.”
Terry takes a deep breath.
“Three hundred and Eighty Two Days… That’s how long I’ve held this APW Undisputed Title for. That’s how long it’s been since I pinned Kurt Noble’s shoulders to the mat. Think about that for a minute. Think about how many lives have come and gone in that time. Think about what you were doing Late August last year and how much your life has changed in both big and small ways. Anyway you slice it, it’s been a long fucking time.
And through all that time, one thing has remained clear. I have held this title up with the utmost pride and esteem. Whether you like my methods or not… whether you respect my victories or not… that fact is an undeniable one. I have shown more respect and pride for this title than any who’ve come before me, than any who’ll come after me.”
His voice shakes a bit and he looks up at the camera, a mixture of anger and sadness in his eyes.
“I defeated 5 of the greatest in the history of APW in one Elimination Chamber Match.
I beat Biggs in a brutal war at Christmas Chaos.
I outlasted 99 other men and women and became the first ever APW Undisputed Champion to win Survive and Conquer!
I beat CJ Gates at Rasslemania just when he was turning things around and on fire.
I defeated two former world champions in one match when I laid to waste Keaton Saint and Phil Atken.
I proved Asylum to be the best brand, This title to be the bigger championship, and Terry Marvin to be the greatest of all time when I conquered Level One.
I humored Stefan Raab when he gave himself a title match.
I overcame Aubrey J. Parker just after she won Test for the Best when she was at her pinnacle of performance and drive.
I doused the flame of Anthony Bailey after he gave me the fight of my life.”
Terry smiles briefly before continuing on.
“Through all of that, even in my darkest hour, I showed this title nothing but the highest amount of respect and honor. The Undisputed Championship meant the world to me… still does. But in all my time here in APW, Never before has this title been so blatantly disrespected, so blatantly degraded, so blatantly SHIT ON than when it was this week. For this was the week that Young Mannie, Mr. 420, the perennial joke of the locker room, was HANDED a title shot.”
Anger Flashes in Terry’s eyes.
“Honestly, it makes me feel sad. Sad for all those in the locker room who had put in the hard work and determination and were waiting for their well deserved shot. Sad for this title that is 11 short days away from becoming the laughing stock of the entire wrestling world. Sad, because the morons in charge of APW see fit to play games, to make a joke out of their HIGHEST honor, to ignore the wishes of the men and women who bleed and sweat for them day in and day out.
It also makes me angry. Angry to see the great legacy I built behind this title ruined by some irresponsible ego trip. Angry that a man who’s win loss record reads like odds of Alcorn State University winning the National Championship is put on a pedestal. Angry because after all I’ve done for APW… all the work I’ve put in, all the loyalty I’ve shown them when even after I’d won gold in other places I’ve always made this one my PRIORITY…after all that, they spit in my face. I’ve honored them. I’ve respected them. And my reward? A Big FUCK YOU!.”
Terry, out of anger grabs the podium and tosses it hard against the wall sending it splintering into a thousand tiny pieces!
“I fucking played the part you wanted me to play… I played the villain because you all needed one to hate. You all needed one for your heroes to combat, to prove that they were men of honor. But I’ve shown them all the door, exposed them for the spineless jellyfish they were. And now, I stand here as your hero… and PRESIDENT JEFF, you can’t handle that can you? You can’t handle me switching roles and being the man the world looks up to. It’s not in your obscured vision. It doesn’t fit your plan or your ideals. So now, you have to try to disparage everything I’ve ever done. YOU MAKE ME FUCKING SICK!
I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS! You are nothing to me, you hear that… ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
You want a patsy to play the clown for you? Find another fucking guy!”
Terry calms slightly and looks at his title. He picks it up and clutches it to his chest.
“I love this belt. I love what it USED to represent, a company based on dignity and respect. But now… now it represents the sludge and filth that goes on in back rooms behind closed doors. It represents a front office who doesn’t care about anything or anyone except their own shaded agenda. APW has changed… from the glory that it once was to the poor excuse for hell that it is now. It’s been sinking for some time for a variety of reasons. Instability at the GM positions. An Owner who just doesn’t give a fuck. But it finally crashed into rock bottom this week by allowing a placebo like Mannie to even be in the same ring as the holy grail of wrestling.
APW… you are a joke.”
A tear wells up in his eyes.
“And I will no longer be privy to this circus.
I will no longer be a punchline in your cruel little game. I will not sit idly by and watch as you DESTROY everything I’ve worked my ass off to build.
I can’t do it.
I won’t do it.
Not anymore. Beloved fans of APW… I love you. I respect you. To most of you in that locker room, and you know who you are… I love and respect you all as well. You are amazing talents. I’m sorry that I’m leaving you with this quack staff to defile your hopes and dreams. If you want some advice… RUN! Get out while you still can.
As far as I’m concerned… my time in APW has come to an end!”
A single tear falls down his cheek as he clears his throat.
“I am at the end of my career in wrestling. I’ve been saying that for a while and I wanted just one last good run… I can’t possibly think of anything that can top the year I’ve had. This… this is the type of thing you want playing when you ride off into the sunset. It may be a little sooner than I anticipated but I can’t in good conscious stay here and watch the thing I love DIE such a horrible Death. So thank you fans. Thank you APW. But your Undisputed Champion… is Done.
But this title is MINE! You don’t get it Mannie… You’ll NEVER get it.
Finally… to APW as an entity… You broke my fucking heart… FUCK YOU!”
Terry grabs his title and leaves quickly before the emotions set in.
“Ladies and Gentlemen… I come to you via Satellite because what I have to say cannot wait for me to return from my Honeymoon.”
Terry takes a deep breath.
“Three hundred and Eighty Two Days… That’s how long I’ve held this APW Undisputed Title for. That’s how long it’s been since I pinned Kurt Noble’s shoulders to the mat. Think about that for a minute. Think about how many lives have come and gone in that time. Think about what you were doing Late August last year and how much your life has changed in both big and small ways. Anyway you slice it, it’s been a long fucking time.
And through all that time, one thing has remained clear. I have held this title up with the utmost pride and esteem. Whether you like my methods or not… whether you respect my victories or not… that fact is an undeniable one. I have shown more respect and pride for this title than any who’ve come before me, than any who’ll come after me.”
His voice shakes a bit and he looks up at the camera, a mixture of anger and sadness in his eyes.
“I defeated 5 of the greatest in the history of APW in one Elimination Chamber Match.
I beat Biggs in a brutal war at Christmas Chaos.
I outlasted 99 other men and women and became the first ever APW Undisputed Champion to win Survive and Conquer!
I beat CJ Gates at Rasslemania just when he was turning things around and on fire.
I defeated two former world champions in one match when I laid to waste Keaton Saint and Phil Atken.
I proved Asylum to be the best brand, This title to be the bigger championship, and Terry Marvin to be the greatest of all time when I conquered Level One.
I humored Stefan Raab when he gave himself a title match.
I overcame Aubrey J. Parker just after she won Test for the Best when she was at her pinnacle of performance and drive.
I doused the flame of Anthony Bailey after he gave me the fight of my life.”
Terry smiles briefly before continuing on.
“Through all of that, even in my darkest hour, I showed this title nothing but the highest amount of respect and honor. The Undisputed Championship meant the world to me… still does. But in all my time here in APW, Never before has this title been so blatantly disrespected, so blatantly degraded, so blatantly SHIT ON than when it was this week. For this was the week that Young Mannie, Mr. 420, the perennial joke of the locker room, was HANDED a title shot.”
Anger Flashes in Terry’s eyes.
“Honestly, it makes me feel sad. Sad for all those in the locker room who had put in the hard work and determination and were waiting for their well deserved shot. Sad for this title that is 11 short days away from becoming the laughing stock of the entire wrestling world. Sad, because the morons in charge of APW see fit to play games, to make a joke out of their HIGHEST honor, to ignore the wishes of the men and women who bleed and sweat for them day in and day out.
It also makes me angry. Angry to see the great legacy I built behind this title ruined by some irresponsible ego trip. Angry that a man who’s win loss record reads like odds of Alcorn State University winning the National Championship is put on a pedestal. Angry because after all I’ve done for APW… all the work I’ve put in, all the loyalty I’ve shown them when even after I’d won gold in other places I’ve always made this one my PRIORITY…after all that, they spit in my face. I’ve honored them. I’ve respected them. And my reward? A Big FUCK YOU!.”
Terry, out of anger grabs the podium and tosses it hard against the wall sending it splintering into a thousand tiny pieces!
“I fucking played the part you wanted me to play… I played the villain because you all needed one to hate. You all needed one for your heroes to combat, to prove that they were men of honor. But I’ve shown them all the door, exposed them for the spineless jellyfish they were. And now, I stand here as your hero… and PRESIDENT JEFF, you can’t handle that can you? You can’t handle me switching roles and being the man the world looks up to. It’s not in your obscured vision. It doesn’t fit your plan or your ideals. So now, you have to try to disparage everything I’ve ever done. YOU MAKE ME FUCKING SICK!
I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS! You are nothing to me, you hear that… ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
You want a patsy to play the clown for you? Find another fucking guy!”
Terry calms slightly and looks at his title. He picks it up and clutches it to his chest.
“I love this belt. I love what it USED to represent, a company based on dignity and respect. But now… now it represents the sludge and filth that goes on in back rooms behind closed doors. It represents a front office who doesn’t care about anything or anyone except their own shaded agenda. APW has changed… from the glory that it once was to the poor excuse for hell that it is now. It’s been sinking for some time for a variety of reasons. Instability at the GM positions. An Owner who just doesn’t give a fuck. But it finally crashed into rock bottom this week by allowing a placebo like Mannie to even be in the same ring as the holy grail of wrestling.
APW… you are a joke.”
A tear wells up in his eyes.
“And I will no longer be privy to this circus.
I will no longer be a punchline in your cruel little game. I will not sit idly by and watch as you DESTROY everything I’ve worked my ass off to build.
I can’t do it.
I won’t do it.
Not anymore. Beloved fans of APW… I love you. I respect you. To most of you in that locker room, and you know who you are… I love and respect you all as well. You are amazing talents. I’m sorry that I’m leaving you with this quack staff to defile your hopes and dreams. If you want some advice… RUN! Get out while you still can.
As far as I’m concerned… my time in APW has come to an end!”
A single tear falls down his cheek as he clears his throat.
“I am at the end of my career in wrestling. I’ve been saying that for a while and I wanted just one last good run… I can’t possibly think of anything that can top the year I’ve had. This… this is the type of thing you want playing when you ride off into the sunset. It may be a little sooner than I anticipated but I can’t in good conscious stay here and watch the thing I love DIE such a horrible Death. So thank you fans. Thank you APW. But your Undisputed Champion… is Done.
But this title is MINE! You don’t get it Mannie… You’ll NEVER get it.
Finally… to APW as an entity… You broke my fucking heart… FUCK YOU!”
Terry grabs his title and leaves quickly before the emotions set in.
