|
Welcome to PRW!
Information
PRW.com
Upcoming PPV
PRW Champions
Affiliates
|
Welcome to Professional RPG Wrestling. We hope you enjoy your visit.
You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use.
Right now, we are set to Admin Approval for all new members. This means that if you sign up, you will not be allowed to post until an admin has approved your account. We are sorry for the inconvenience but it has become a necessary step to stop the flow of spammers joining our boards. For increased chances of joining us, please do not sign up with a disposable email address as these accounts will be banned instantly, again, a necessary step to stop the flow of spammers joining the boards.
Please be patient. We will approve your account ASAP.
Join our community!
If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:
|
|
Mercer Got One.; A Punch. To the Face.
|
|
Topic Started: Jan 6 2016, 06:13 PM (66 Views)
|
|
Marshall Cage
|
Jan 6 2016, 06:13 PM
Post #1
|
PRW's Resident Nerd
- Posts:
- 183
- Group:
- Superstars
- Member
- #1,999
- Joined:
- November 18, 2015
|
The following takes place sometime after the Mercer vs. Gates vs. Owens vs. Levine (vs. Marshall) title match on 24/7
Marshall is seen backstage, holding in his gut and raising his hand like a winner. The only problem with that is that... well.... he lost. Meggido comes storming into the camera's view, clearly upset.
"What the HELL were you thinking kiddo? Huh? Please, tell me what the thought process was behind doing that. I could see you out there. You weren't gunning to win, were you? You were fresh and they weren't. You went out there to show off and satisfy your ego, didn't you? I love how THIS is your first showing of the New Year."
"I'm a winner."
"What? What?!"
"Don't you see that Jacob? I may have lost that match... Very quickly.... But.... That's not what matters. All that matters Jacob is that now, I have one-upped a BEAST! A MONSTUH! A-"
"No, kid, stop talking. Stop!"
"-BONAFIDE BADASS! That was me, Jacob! I was the one who flattened his ass OUT! Yeah. The guy returned the favor, but how about we look at this guy: he's going to want some revenge for my solid, rock-hard, Superman Punch. You know, Mercer?"
Marshall goes up and sees the camera. He walks right up to it, and Meggido is heard in the background going "Oh, shut up. Please, stop talking. Stop, stop!"
"Mercer, you know which one I'm talking about. The one that hit you square in the face. Oh, you might not know, because after all, you didn't see it coming. HAH! Listen Manik, I know you're watching this, and I know that you're going to want me. Well, listen up baby, I'm right here. I went out there for one reason, and one real reason only, and that was to get my name thrown out there. People haven't been talking about Marshall for too long, and now that's all going to change, isn't it? I may get my ass kicked, but you know what? At least someone will be talking about me. I may get thrown all around the ring and bloodied and beaten up, but the important thing is that Manik Mercer sees me, and the spotlight is on him. That means sooner or later, that spotlight will be on me. And in the end of a mono el mono match"
"That's not even how you say it."
"Anywho. At the end of a one on one match, I'll be more than just some kid that Carlos Cruz beat. Alright? I'll be an actual, valid competitor in this business, and more people will look at me as a serious threat. Do you want to know why? Here's my bold claim! Are you listening, are you allllllllllllll finally listening to me now?!"
"Marsh, don't do this."
"One on one. I'll beat this monster of yours. Two Hunned-and-Seventeeeeee Pounds of pure manbeast will get stomped out, beat down, and pinned. One. Two. Three. That's my claim. I'm sticking to it. I am now, and I will be then!"
Now, Marshall gets pulled back by his ear by Meggido in a somewhat humorous way. Meggido then cheapshots Marshall, jabbing him quickly once in the gut. Marshall hunches over.
"What the fuck Jacob?"
"I should be asking the same to you. What the hell has gotten into you Marshall? This isn't you!"
Marshall stands up, tall wise, keeping the pain hidden as he puts on a standard superhero pose, hands at his hips.
"You're right. This isn't me. At least not the old me. Do you know what the old me would have done, Meggido? The old me either would have stayed at ringside and watched the match, or he would have entered the ring and tried fighting everyone off, got beaten down badly by two giants and two technically skilled competitors, and then you know who would have talked about my efforts in that match? You know who would have said "WOW! That Marshall kid did something special! That Marshall kid is pretty bold!".... Want to know who, Meggido? Nobody! Jacob, look at the backlash of that match I had with Carlos at Christmas Carnage. Oh wait, there was none! Do you know why? Because nobody cared about some kid who lost. Everybody, and I mean everybody, cares about the guy who took out Manik mercer with a single punch! That's something to be proud of! That's something that makes people just go... "Oh. Snap." Do you get that, Jacob? I did a lot of time thinking at home, and I checked twitter, the websites, hell, even the fansites. You know who said anything about me and my match? Nobody. I was always just the kid who Carlos beat that night. The Crowe Brothers debuted that night too, and how come they have all these people wowing and wooing, but I don't? They got beaten too, but what did they have that I don't? Do you see how unfair this is for some nerd, like me? Do you?"
"Well, I suppose I do. That still doesn't-"
"Ah-Ah-Ah! See, you do! So you know that the only thing I had to do was get myself known. You know I have the talent, Jacob. You and I both do. That's why I tried hitting one of the biggest monsters on the roster. That's why I hit the unstoppable force in the face, and, if even just for a second, stopped him dead in his tracks. Me. Marshall Cage. The Kid everybody forgot about. You told me before that I was like the Booster Gold of Professional Wrestling? Well this is it. Last year I was just some crappy nobody, and this year? Well, instead of advancing forward into 2016, I backed up to the year of the heroes, and I donned my cape! I'm now the hero, Booster Gold. I'm no longer the Museum Nightwatch Michael Jon Carter. That's what that showing was, Jacob. It was me 'Suiting up". Even if I'm not quite at hero level yet."
"That's what I was trying to say, Marshall. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of you for trying to show up and make a name for yourself. That's not what I'm hating you right now for. I'm hating you because your career could possibly be over. Do you know who you just fucked with? Do you? And saying all that hokey pokey about beating him one on one in a match like it's going to be some piece of cake? Marshall, you're not even 100%, and this green even at 100%, I'm not sure you could take on a guy like him. I'm not trying to doubt you, but you have to listen to me. Call it off. Call the challenge off. He will literally, not exaggerating, he will literally rip your arm off of your body and slap you with it Marshall. This guy is fit, a freak of nature, a pure unchained beast. And you just practically smacked that animal and ran away. And now you're taping meat to yourself and standing where the animal does his work best, and do you know what he's going to do to you Marsh? He's going to kill you. He's going to rip every piece of your flesh up into small pieces of it. They will need to invent a new word in the dictionary for how much blood will be left in the ring after that beatdown. Call. It. Off."
There's a pause, and the air is tense. Marshall then looks at Jacob, then turns to the camera, then glances at Jacob once more before going back to the camera, and he sighs before speaking.
"Fine, fine. I'm sorry, Mercer. I'm sorry that.... YO ASS GOT FLATTENED OUT! Challenge is still on! You. Me. One on One in that ring! May the best man win! And the loser.... hopefully not die. Toodaloo."
Meggido facepalmed and shook his head, and Marshall kissed his hand before hitting the lens of the camera with a decently loud smack. He started walking away, holding his hand into the air still as Meggido followed behind and the camera shut off.
|

"Bruh you couldn't beat a leather shoe if you put your all in a match. And a leather shoe can't even type"
|
| |
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
|
 Free Forums. Reliable service with over 8 years of experience.
|
|