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| Villa Marsham IV; Marsham/Next Gen v. Stryker/El Fuego | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 20 2009, 03:02 AM (263 Views) | |
| Justin Marsham | Jun 20 2009, 03:02 AM Post #1 |
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Villa Marsham IV. Justin Marsham/Next Generation v. El Fuego/Cage Stryker Scene One: Villa Marsham IV! Lightning cracks the skies, illuminating the dark heavens with a brief flash of light. The raw, natural power of the storm is undeniable as pain pounds down across the pavement and the wind moves with a steady push across the trees. The sun’s resplendence remains hidden behind ebony clouds – seemingly forever trapped in a black box. Rain soaked and languid, members of The Entourage arrive to the arena from a back door entrance. Each person files in, leaving drenched footsteps in their wake. Danny Spade is the first. His CZW referee shirt remains concealed in the bag he carries beneath his left arm. Solomon Black enters next – his face wet and glistening. His slender frame is clothed in his usual tuxedo. Reva Douglas is the last to enter, though is not as wet as others. Propped against her shoulder is a black umbrella – it twirling around within her fingers and keeping her dry for the most part. The obvious question now is where is Justin Marsham? The Epitome of Technical Finesse does not enter the arena with the Entourage. Cameras follow the movement of The Entourage as they proceed inside – moving down the various corridors and inadvertently finding CZW commentators Jarred Daniels and William Masters. Both commentators are on their way to the ring for the night, but are intercepted by Marsham’s lackies. ”Mr. Daniels, Mr. Masters – it is good to see both of you tonight!” exclaims Solomon. ”Oh great,” Daniels mutters under his breath. ”Hello!” responds Masters. ”What a nasty little night out there with all of that rain and thunder. Too bad you’ve got the night off,” Solomon remarks whilst directing his attention to Daniels. Daniels shakes his head. ”I don’t have the night off.” ”Well, you do for the next match. Hell, it’s not like you’re getting kicked off Overdrive for God’s sakes. This is just an internet house show for CZWtv. I’m sure you’ll survive,” replies Solomon. Over Solomon’s left shoulder, Spade can be seen changing into his referee shirt. ”Yeah, Jarred!” supports Masters. ”Well, who’ll be out there? Masters cannot do it alone!” Daniels professes. Solomon smiles. ”Me.” Surprises would fill the night as CZW fans tune in from home. Their computers are tuned into the event. The house show is being used to support developmental talent and introduce new talent from across the globe. Many performers have their tryouts on this evening, so there is plenty reasons to tune in; and it does not take long for fans to be taken to ringside. Seated at the broadcast position are Solomon Black and William Masters. Danny Spade can be seen standing in the ring. Fans unite with a chorus of boos when The Entourage is shown on the videotron. Solomon allows a smile to conquer his face. Masters, as well, looks quite pleased. ”Finally, someone who can call a match without bias is going to join me at the position!” proclaims Masters. ”I’m glad I could make it. This next match is going to be a Hell of a match too!”adds Solomon. Explosive are the jeers that erupt from the crowd as Nine Inch Nails’ “Last” hits the speaker system. Emerging from the sable curtains is the tactically vicious Justin Marsham. He is washed over with a cascading chorus of boos. Wrestling attire is worn, combined with the Intercontinental Championship, making Marsham appear unstoppable. He proceeds to the ring and ignores the audience. Marsham’s gaze shoots to the ring where his valet, Reva Douglas, stands. She keeps her grip on a microphone tight when she speaks – introducing Marsham – as opposed to his usual introduction. ”Hailing from Fort Wayne, Indiana. He is the Epitome of Technical Finesse and the current CZW Intercontinental Champion. He is CZW’s own pure wrestling savior – Justin Marsham!” announces Reva. One fluid and smooth movement takes Marsham beneath the ropes and into the ring. He leaps up onto the middle rope and thrusts the Intercontinental Championship high into the air – proclaiming his dominance without stating a single word. ”Justin Marsham is one of the premier talents in CZW and I find it difficult to understand why so many people still do not believe in him,” Masters professes. Solomon laughs. ”I think that it is hard for some people to accept the truth of reality. CZW is a hard-core company, so it’s a bit frustrating for some to have someone so skillful in technical wrestling come in and beat down the competition widely without the usage of a foreign object.” When Nine Inch Nails fades from the speaker system, Marsham requests the microphone from Reva. He clears his throat beneath the noise of the fans, then attempts to speak. Their objection is voiced loudly and cuts him off in mid-sentence. Marsham hesitates for a moment before continuing then simply begins to speak. ”—whether you all shut the Hell up or not means little to me. I’m still going to stand in this ring and make this simple statement. You can all sit on your high horses and boo me. You can all sit at home and feel good about yourselves while you degrade me. You know what? Screw all of you and your jealousy. What you all don’t seem to grasp is that I am the future of this company. Hell – of this business!” ”That is true!” exclaims Masters. ”Indeed. Marsham is becoming even greater by the day. This week’ll be no different.” He paces across the ring and continues, ”So, now that we are all on the same page, let me get to the business at hand. Over the past two weeks, I’ve made some very important professional decisions; but, I have also tried to show some individuals the road to salvation. It is a difficult road that many refuse to travel despite how it may help them. I tried to show one person that road. I tried to show that poor excuse for a soul, Mike Monroe, the path. Unfortunately, it seems someone else had other plans. Blah-blah-and screw the back story. When it comes down to it, I’m out here for one reason and one reason alone! El Pablo!” ”I saw that coming!” states Masters. ”El Pablo has absolutely no reason to be sticking his nose in Marsham’s business.” ”—and the business of Jesse Montana. I’ve definitely got to say that I did not see Marsham’s alignment with Montana’s empire this past week. That shocked me and the rest of the world.” Solomon laughs. ”—and The Jackal.” Posing in the ring, Marsham’s voice grows louder. ”EL PABLO! There’s no damn reason why we should wait to Summer Showdown. There’s no reason why we should wait until Overdrive! Let’s have Marsham versus Pablo NOW!” When “Rebel Rebel” hits the sound system, the fans erupt. All members of the audience are drawn to their feet and surge towards the guard railing to see the ultimate confrontation between Marsham and El Pablo. The eventual showdown has been teased for two weeks now with an all out brawl ensuing as Overdrive concluded last week. ”Here comes El Pablo!” shouts Masters as a figure emerges from the back. One very flamboyant looking individual charges out from the back. The individual looks similar to El Pablo and some believe that it is him, but as the moments wear on it becomes increasingly more questionable. When the apparent El Pablo slides in under the bottom rope, it is done in an awkward fashion and in that moment it is clear to all that this is an imposter. Regardless, the Imposter Pablo is assailed. Marsham drives repeated boots into Imposter Pablo’s upper torso and head. Imposter Pablo battles his way to his feet, but Marsham wastes no time in wrenching his right arm. The wrench is applied and torques the appendage with unbelievable force. Imposter Pablo winces as Marsham whips him across the ring and into the furthest turnbuckle. Marsham follows close behind, throwing up a boot, and landing the sole of his boot into the masked man’s countenance. Masters excitedly calls the action! ”El Pablo crumbles in the corner. Marsham is completely dominating him here tonight.” ”El Pablo is absolutely no match for Justin Marsham. He may call himself the Five Star Superstar, but what exactly does that even mean? Marsham’s demonstrating his strategic gameplan. He can dismantle an adversary in a matter of seconds and – just as you are seeing now – there is little left of them,” adds Solomon. Dragging Imposter Pablo from the canvas, Marsham applies a standing front face chancery. He tightens his grip before completing the maneuver – driving Imposter Pablo’s skull into the canvas with the Assassination DDT! Spade drops to the canvas and mockingly slaps the canvas while Marsham applies a weak cover. One. TWO. ”THREE!” proclaims Masters. ”Look at how impressive Marsham is!” Solomon says. Imposter Pablo is disposed of by Spade and Reva both – pushed out beneath the bottom rope and to the floor on the outside. The Epitome of Technical Finesse stands and basks in his egotistical glory, allowing the fans’ boos to soak in. He picks up the microphone once again and points out to the crowd. ”I feel like I’ve just had a precognitive incident. I’ve just seen the future!” proclaims Masters. Slinging the Intercontinental Championship over his left shoulder, Marsham proclaims, ”Take that as a lesson in Brutality 101 – a subject I have yet to really teach anyone. El Pablo, consider yourself lucky to be in the first class. You think that you can parade around here as if you run this place, sticking your nose in other people’s sh*t? Then – to boot – you get to be rewarded with a shot at my Intercontinental Championship? No, no. I’m sorry, but this won’t be a reward. Summer Showdown will be your punishment.” Seconds pass as medics attend to the Imposter Pablo on the outside – an obvious mockery being made of the Five Star Superstar. ”This week, though, I have been thanking my lucky stars! Regardless of what you may think, I consider myself to be blessed this week to be facing CZW’s X Division Champion and El Fuego. Cage Stryker is one of CZW’s best and a meeting in the ring will be amazing. Of course, it will be a good warm-up for facing you, El Pablo; but, what I am truly excited about is the inevitable confrontation between myself and your precious pet, Krimzon Blaze. Oh, don’t think for a minute that I am without a scheme. In fact, I fear you so little Mr. Pablo, that I’ll enlighten you and the rest of the locker room to my intentions for Overdrive,” begins Marsham before taking a breath. ”Before your very eyes, I am going to snap the leg of Krimzon Blaze. I am going to make him feel what pain was intended for Mike Monroe; and then, I’m going to make you feel that same pain ten fold. Enjoy the ride.” Throwing down the microphone at his feet, Marsham proceeds out of the ring. Nine Inch Nails hits the speakers once again and Spade and Reva both follow. At the broadcast position, Daniels can be seen walking out to the ringside. ”Well, it has been great. I look forward to doing this again!” states Solomon. Masters nods. ”I look forward to having you!” With Daniels approach, he calls out to Solomon and Masters. ”Get the Hell out of my seat!” Relinquishing the chair, Solomon departs and he does so quietly. Cameras soon close on the scene as the screen fades to a brief commercial break. Fans are left wanting to see El Pablo and their showdown this summer. Stay tuned! |
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