SD 52: Main Event- SCC Triple Threat Match

[Ben Jacobs]

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Wednesday, Jan. 27th @ 11:59 PM CST (board time)

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[E.B. Marcus]

And the underdog continues to move forward....

Only two matches in since (Early Beauchamp) made his return to RCW. One against Delilah Ghost. A match that most thought Marcus would lose. Then the second match, a four way with Jeffrey Hollywood, Ase, and Vash. Marcus was definately the underdog in this matchup. Every single pin attempt should have been against him. It would have been the simplist way for the rest to continue on. Yet, somehow Marcus survived the match and Ase was the one put out of the Southern Championship Challenge.

This week, E.B. Marcus faces off in now a triple threat. This time Ase won't be in the match, and the underdog continues.....

Marcus sits in a hotel room with a curvy blonde woman barely covered in his bed. Marcus just stands by a window. He's wearing a pair of jeans, boots, a t-shirt, and hooded sweatshirt. The hood is pulled up, and Marcus' sunglasses sit just above his eyes propped up by his brow.

Marcus: Being on a tourbus for days at a time can really take it's toll on you. I'd forgot how sleeping in a stationary bed felt like.

Woman: I wouldn't call it sleeping....and the bed wasn't very stationary.

Marcus: You know, I'm going to be in Vegas in just a few weeks.

Woman: Marcus, I'm already in your bed, you don't have to try to impress me.

Marcus: I'm just making conversation.

Woman: Well, in that case, what are you going to be in Vegas for? Gambling?

Marcus: It'll be gambling, but not the kind that usually goes on in Vegas.

Woman: I don't know what you mean.

Marcus: You know I wrestle.

Woman: Yeah.

Marcus: I'm in this three way match with two of the top tier guys of Razorback Wrestling this week.

Woman: Who?

Marcus: You said you didn't follow wrestling.

Woman: I might have heard of them.

Marcus: Jeffrey Wishe......ummm Jeffrey Hollywood and Vash.

Woman: Never heard of Vash....but the name Jeffrey Hollywood sounds familiar. He ever host one of those entertainment gossip shows?

Marcus: Not that I'm aware of.

Woman: So, what's that got to do with Vegas?

Marcus: Well, if I keep from getting pinned by one of these two guys this week, I'll continue on to face the other the following week. If I win that match, I go onto face Doug Gavelon for the RCW Southern Heritage championship in Vegas on Valentine's Day.

Woman: Kinda sad if you ask me.

Marcus: What?

Woman: Poor Marcus having to spend Valentine's Day fighting somebody, when you should be doing....well, what we did last night.

Marcus: It's not a personal choice of mine to have the show that night, but I can deal with it. Besides Valentine's is about "love" and not about what we did last night.

Woman: Well, I "loved" what we did last night. Six times I loved it. And if you come back to bed, I may "love" it a few more times before we have to get out of the room.

Marcus takes his hood down, looks over at the woman and begins walking towards the bed just as his cell phone rings. He reaches into the pocket of the hoodie and pulls it out. Marcus looks at the phone and sees that it's his new agent Joey. The woman puts a leg out from under the covers and starts waving Marcus over with her foot. He smiles a bit, but answers the phone anyway.

Marcus: Joey.

Joey: Marcus, got to get you to the Boys and Girls Club.

Marcus: What for?

Joey: Got an interview set up for you. And it's with Bettie Lee Rose.

Marcus: Not sure I want to talk to her right now.

Joey: You still got that crush?

Marcus: Joey. I don't want or need to talk about that right now.

Joey: Regardless man, you've got an interview, and you've got to be there.

Marcus: I'm kinda busy right now.

Joey: Look, I'll tell Bettie Lee to get lost. I'll just have the camera crew set up and you can talk directly to the camera.

Marcus: Okay, how long have I got.

Joey: About an hour and a half.

Marcus: Okay, I'll be there.

Joey: So you want me to ditch Bettie Lee.

Marcus: Yeah. Maybe next time I'll talk to her. Today probably isn't the best day to see her.

Joey: Sure thing man. See you in a few.

Marcus hangs the phone up and looks over at his female companion.

Woman: You got to go to work?

Marcus: Yeah, but we've got a few minutes.

Woman: Then the race is on. I bet I win.

Marcus: I bet we both win.

Nearly two hours later at the Fayette Boys and Girls Club. Marcus' new agent stands outside the door and Marcus steps out of his new red Mazda RX8. Marcus has lost the hoodie and is wearing a black leather sport jacket, his glasses are pulled down over his eyes now. Joey is a short stocky man. He doesn't look like the normal sports agent, or agent of any sort for that matter. He's wearing a black leather biker jacket, mirrored sunglasses and a SMET trucker hat. If not for the cane he carries with him, you'd almost expect him to be a wrestler himself.

Joey: You're late kid. The cameramen were about to pack up and leave.

Marcus: Sorry, I got tied up in something.

Joey: It's cool. I talked to them. Nice car by the way.

Marcus: Bought it yesterday.

Joey: Expensive?

Marcus: Not as expensive as it looks. I could have indulged more, but I didn't want to seem like I was showing off.

Joey: Yeah. Well, go show off in front of those cameras.

Marcus walks over and stands against the RCW and Versus logo at the front door. Joey just stands behind the cameramen. The guys motion for the cameras to start rolling.

Marcus: I'll bet you guys weren't expecting me to be in the main event again this week. I'm sure that if Southern Dynamite would have been in Vegas last week, there would have been alot of guys running from bookies. I'm sure the world thought that Rash, Ase, and Jeffrey Wishecould would have been going at it this week.

Marcus pulls his sunglasses down on his nose.

Marcus: Boy were they wrong. It's easily understandable. In the past I probably would have done something naive or foolish and been the first to have his shoulders pinned to the mat, but not now. I wasn't the one that lost the match last week. And now Ase is going to be stuck on the midcard at High Stakes facing off against the mad mute. And this week I continue the quest to getting there at the top. I'm sure even AJ Supreme and Benjamin Jacobs wasn't expecting me to continue on. I'm sure they are worried about me making it further. I'm sure they aren't banking on me going through Rash and Jeffrey Wishecould this week. I'm sure they are worried about how they will market a match between Doug Getalong and myself at High Stakes. I'm sure they are wondering how the fans will react to that match at the very first pay per view in RCW history.

Marcus points behind him at the RCW logo on the building.

Marcus: The RCW fans have become something more now though that we are on Versus. The RCW fans have decided not to let a line drawn between the good guys and bad guys. Just weeks ago, I face Delilah Toast in that ring. The RCW fans cheered for both of us. Just last week, a match between four "bad guys". The fans were torn on who their favorites were. These fans could care less if it's myself that goes on to face Doug Getalong at High Stakes. They'd be okay with Rash moving forward, or another match with Jeffrey Wishecould. They just want wrestling, and entertainment. That's what I do for them. And no matter what Jeffrey Wishecould or Rash says, it took more than a few weeks learning moves in Japan to do that. The things I learned in Japan were more than how to deliver a better moonsault. I did more than went on a shopping spree for a new wardrobe in Canada. You see, Rash, Wishecould, I trained. I learned a new outlook on life and a new outlook on myself inside and outside the ring. Now, even though I can perform "the" perfect standing moonsault or the finest 450 splash in the ring. I learned to give someone pain, as well as recieve pain. I've learned to face an opponent a large as Rash to as small as Lenny Lansing. I learned how to destroy one opponent and still look over my shoulder to see if another one is trying to stab me in the back. I learned how to deal with the world outside of Yocum Creek. I learned how to carry myself. I learned how to speak english instead of backwoods redneck. I learned how to talk to women. I learned how to get a good workout that tones and hardens every single muscle in my body. I learned how to be faster when I need to. I learned how to be stronger when I need to. I learned every single thing I need to know to not only take charge in the ring, gain revenge on guys like Hardcore Sleezus and Dewey Turd, but also how to gain the most coveted title in RCW. And that's what I'm going to do, and after Southern Dynamite, and one the two of you are laying down, I'll continue on next week to face the other, and then to Vegas. Where everything that happens in Vegas, won't stay in Vegas. See the events that unfold at High Stakes will be me walking out with the Southern Heritage title, and that will come back to Arkansas and all over the world with me.

Marcus motions for the cameras to cut. He walks over and begins talking with Joey once again.

Marcus: I need you to book me another hotel room.

Joey: What for? Something wrong with the current one?

Marcus: Just told this chick that I had to be out of that one today. If she comes back and I'm still there, it could mean problems.

Joey: I'll get it done, but don't make this kind of thing a habit. Nice promo, by the way.

Marcus: It's starting to get easier.

Joey: It will.

Marcus: So, you want a ride in the new car? We can go get some lunch and maybe get some beer to take to the rooms. I'll find us a couple more ladies.

Joey: Maybe, let's just get the lunch first. I'm starved.

[Jeffrey Hollywood]

- The Real Threat

[Vash]

{Vash stands in front of Hollywood Nites, the exclusive club owned by Jeffrey Hollywood. He is wearing a pair of dark wash jeans, black boots, and a black button-up dress shirt. He walks up to the door, stepping around the velvet rope past the line of people waiting to get in. Any complaints from those in line are quickly cut short by a simple look from Vash. He looks the bouncer up and down.}

Vash: “Excuse me, but the owner wouldn't happen to be in tonight would he?”

Bouncer: “No, he's on his way to a wrestling competition in Arkansas. He expecting you?”

Vash: {Smiles slyly} “You might say that, although I doubt he expected me tonight.”

{The bouncer looks at Vash for a moment, then quickly seems to realize who he is. He waves Vash through. As he walks in, he looks over his shoulder.}

Vash: “By the way, I'm expecting some company of my own later. A camera crew from RCW is supposed to be meeting me; you be sure to send them my way.”

{Vash walks into Hollywood Nites and walks around the club for a few moments, taking it all in. He is approached by a waitress who points out the booths and elevated hot tubs. After a few moments, she leads him over to a large private booth near the hottest part of the dance floor. Vash sits and enjoys the “scenery” as he waits for the camera crew to arrive. A few women on the dance floor make their way over to his booth and join him. After an hour or so, the camera crew arrives, sets up, and begins to roll.}

Vash: “After the cameras stopped rolling at SD 51, I returned to my hotel room and watched the footage of the show. It lifted my confidence in our Champion when I saw that he had taken the time to watch the opening match of the Southern Championship Challenge. Gavelon, I sincerely hope you enjoyed the display put forth in that match. I can't help but be pleased that you were impressed with how I handled my opponents. I look forward to meeting you in the ring very soon.”

{The waitress brings Vash a drink as he continues to focus on the camera.}

Vash: “E.B. Marcus, I was pleased with your performance last Friday. I'm not impressed at all, but pleased at least that you again proved you're no longer a bumbling idiot. You claim that for all your time spent gallivanting about the world you've gained a new outlook on who you are and on life as well. You may have improved yourself, but it's quite obvious to me deep down you're still a simpleton. So you can articulate your thoughts, so you feel that you understand proper care of your body and how to speak to women. You haven't dug deep enough yet, you are still unworthy to be in the ring as a true opponent with me.”

“Why do I say that, you might ask? Your use of 'pet names' for those around you. You feel that by mispronouncing everyone's names you demean them and show your superiority. All it really shows, Marcus is your immaturity and lack of respect. A true, worthy warrior never underestimates and always gives respect when it is due. I may not like my opponent, but I would never outright insult him unless he deserved it. It shows a lack of enlightenment. You may not care about reaching the place in life that I have, to you your new outlook you've already gained may be good enough for you. But I'd like to advise you, if you want to really make it in this business, if you want to truly be successful and satisfied in this life, you may want to do a little more soul searching.”

“Marcus, you mentioned that you now have the skills you need to exact revenge on those that wronged you. Right now, that's about all you're worthy of pursuing. You're no where near ready to step into the ring with Gavelon in Las Vegas. Just concentrate on the past, you're not worthy of the future yet.”

{Vash leans back and smirks at the camera. He takes another sip of his drink and casually smiles at the camera.}

Vash: “Hollywood, I've enjoyed myself so far this evening, and even though you weren't here to act as a proper host, I'd like to say thank you for a wonderful time.”

{Vash's expression quickly changes to one of intensity as he sits down his drink.}

Vash: “Now that Ase is out, you are the only one left in this match that has competed at this level. You are the only one left that has held that title. And I imagine you feeling pretty confident that you will make it to the end. You have no doubt in your mind that you'll be walking out of Vegas with some major gold around your waist.”

“However, I would ask that you make sure you don't get sloppy in your confidence. We both know that Marcus is no match for either of us, but don't let that fact make you careless. The slightest drop of your guard and the simpleton could have you down for the count. And I would sincerely hope that you wouldn't be foolish enough to overlook my involvement either. I don't care who I have to pin, but I fully intend on winning this match. You will not be without a target on your back. I'll run through you if you stand in my way. All I ask is that you come into that ring ready once again to give your all. If you want that title back so badly, show me that you're hungry for it. Show me that you're worthy of it.”

{Vash stops an attractive waitress and whispers something in her ear. She smiles, nods, and quickly walks away. Vash again turns his attention to the camera.}

Vash: “After all is said and done, the Southern Championship Challenge is the beginning of what I have been seeking ever since I set foot in RCW. The first few weeks I did the duty it seemed the fans and management wished of me. I fought the riffraff and the dreamers and hopefully helped set them straight. Some spring-cleaning so to speak, although purging is probably a better term. I purged the company of the talentless, and the fans of course should be grateful for that.”

“This Challenge has now given me the chance to prove I am worthy of the top spot in this company. Last Friday I showed that I am here ready to take on anyone and everyone in my way. I made a huge impact on the fans, as well as my opponents. I showed everyone my abilities and talents. It was satisfying to hear the cheers of amazement and sounds of awe with every move I made. But it wasn't for the praise of others that I acted as I did. It was solely for my own satisfaction. It was for me to see what beauty I could carve out for myself amid the destruction of my 'foes'. And this Friday night will be a continuation of my masterpiece. I will not lose. I cannot lose. My destiny has no place in it for defeat. I will be victorious and will move on to face one of these opponents one on one. Of course from there, the only outcome is for me to continue on to face Doug Gavelon for the Southern Heritage Championship. And I will be Champion. I will win the SCC, and I'll do whatever it takes. No one will stand in my way, nothing can hold me back. I will not back down, and I'm not giving in.”

{The waitress comes back over and smiles shyly at Vash.}

Waitress: “If you'd like to follow me, sir, everything has been arranged.”

{Vash smiles at the waitress as he rises from his seat.}

Vash: “Why thank you, lead the way.”

{Vash watches intently for a few moments as the waitress walks off ahead of him, then follows with a wolfish grin up one of the nearby spiral-staircases, out of sight of the camera, which then fades to black.}