High Stakes: E.B. Marcus vs Dewey Bird

[Ben Jacobs]

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[Dewey Bird]

Dewey is seen standing outside of a Super 8 motel somewhere near Las Vegas. He's wearing a red flannel shirt that the sleeves have been cut off. He's props against the wall and takes a short drag off of his cigarette, throws it down and begins to speak directly to the camera.

Dewey: Early, you tried. You've got more heart than I ever expected you'd ever have. It took alot for you to step up as much as you have, considering the whole family looked at you as second best your whole life. Early, you were always a step behind me. You were always the one that was sitting in the corner at the Yocum Middle School dance watching me out there dancing with the Bluegrass Queen. You always wanted to be me. Everyone knew it. Grandma Beauchamp knew it, Papaw Beauchamp knew it, your daddy and mama knew it, and I knew it. So you tried to knock me out of actions. But, Early, it didn't work.

Dewey lights up another cigarette, steps into his room and grabs a Coors Light and begins to speak again.

Dewey: First, you send your two goons to trick me into going into your fancy tour bus where you could spray cologne in my eyes and hit me over the head with a coffee pot. It sent me to the hospital to get seventeen stitches, bruised ribs, and a sthingy elbow, but it didn't work. The next week I was back in the ring taking on your goon Galen Kash. A match that you decided to show your face to RCW once again. When you came out and helped your goons attack me again. And again, it didn't work.

Another drag from the cigarette.

Dewey: So I sit back and I watched you step your way up through the ranks in the Southern Championship Challenge. I'll have to say that I'm impressed. I'll have to say that enjoyed watching you walk around all high and mighty. I'll have to say, if it wouldn't have been for making "me" the butt of your revenge, I would like your new attitude.

The Coors Light is half gone now.

Dewey: Early, I know you remember the night in the hospital, when I told you your dad was okay. It was to protect you. It was to keep you from doing anything stupid. Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do, but it was what the whole family wanted. It was what you needed to hear at the time. And for that you called me a coward. You called me a liar. You told the whole family that I was part of your dad being in a coma. Early, after High Stakes with the parking lot brawl, it's over. This whole thing is over. One of us will end up in the hospital again that night. And while you are there, Early, say hey to your dad for me.

Dewey finishes off his beer, takes a long drag off his cigarette and throws it at the camera just as it goes blank.

[E.B. Marcus]

One week removed from the Southern Championship Challenge, EB Marcus still finds himself in Las Vegas. With the hopes of winning the Southern Heritage Championship, at least for now, gone down in flames, Marcus faces his cousin Dewey Bird. This feud heating for months now. A plot of revenge back and forth for weeks between the family members.

E.B. Marcus, former naive country boy, has risen to a bit of power as leader of the group known as the Elite.

Marcus has decided today to have another interview with Melvin Gates. This time it's more intense, more serious than before. Marcus and his new agent Joey Sterling walk into a designated room in Vegas, set up by RCW and Versus as a temporary set. Melvin Gates sits at a small table.

Marcus: Where do you want me, over here?

A woman nods at him as he sets him down at a table and clips on a lapel mic.

Melvin: I appreciate you doing this on my terms this time.

Marcus: Please, save it. So when does this air?

Melvin: Tonight, a promo on Versus to help push the first pay per view.

Marcus: Good.

Melvin: Is there anything off limits?

Marcus: Did you get the list of questions that Joey had set up for you?

Melvin: Yes.

Marcus: Then just try to stick with those.

Melvin: But there's alot of unanswered questions still that the fans deserve to know.

Marcus: Later.

Melvin: If that's what you believe you need.

Marcus: For now, Melvin.

Melvin: Ready?

Marcus: As ever.

Marcus adjust his sunglasses and checks his gold colored dress shirt just as the cameras start rolling.

Melvin: E.B. Marcus is here with us exclusively. Marcus, all of a sudden the feeling around RCW is that this is E.B. Marcus' world and the rest of us are just allowed to live in it.

Marcus: That's just not true, Mervin. I'm just the flavor of the month. I don't make any of the rules around here.

Melvin: It seems to me that some you do. Like calling me Mervin.

Marcus: I told you that I'll call you something else when you've re earned my respect.

Melvin: Well, let's just start this out the right way then. I know that regardless of some of your actions lately, you've gained some respect from some of the "hardcore" wrestling fans. There's been a buzz around the arenas and on the internet.

Marcus: Fans have seemed to put me on a pedistal since my return. They've shown me alot of respect, so now every single day I have to earn and prove to them that I deserve that respect. They won't get that from me in the way that guys like Nate Sipes or Lenny Lansing. I won't be some a$$kisser. They respect my wrestling, and that's the reason. No matter which side of the dressing room I come from.

Melvin: So you were one match away from going into the main event at High Stakes. Losing to Vash in the final round of the Southern Challenge.

Marcus: Vash proved to be a better man...but only on one night.

Melvin: And you called him Vash and not Rash.

Marcus: I told you Mervin, when someone earns my respect, they get the name from me that they deserve. Vash wasn't here when all the stuff took place with my dad and Hardcore Jesus. I don't hold him at any fault for that. Vash earned my respect in the ring, as well as many others around here. But he must understand, as well as Doug Gavelon, one of my main goals in RCW is still to have the Southern Heritage title, regardless of the winner at High Stakes.

Melvin: Understandable. Sort of. Now though, you are out of the hunt for the title, and you were challenged by your cousin Dewey Bird at High Stakes....a match that AJ Supreme and Ben Jacobs found fit to make.

Marcus: Yeah, Dewey planned on getting into the ring with me, but I went to Benjamin Jacobs and asked for a parking lot brawl. He set it up for me.

Melvin: Why did you ask for such a match?

Marcus: I said it earlier, I'm expected to earn the respect of the fans. One more way of doing that.

Melvin: Or the fact that your friends in Elite could be hiding anywhere outside the arena to help you.

Marcus: Climax of th' Night has their own agendas at High Stakes. This is just a way to make sure that I exact my revenge on Dewey Turd.

Melvin: He's part of your family.

Marcus: I'm not a part of any family. Early Beauchamp had a family. EB Marcus relies on friends and associates to get by. Marcus has no ties now, especially with a cowardly liar like Dewey.

Melvin: The world did see Dewey run from the confrontation with Hardcore Jesus, but he has tried time after to time to explain himself with you.

Marcus: Open ended apologies, Mervin. He lied about my fathers coma. I heard what he had to say about that. He's a coward, Mervin, and expecting me to take it light on him. This weekend is his test.

Melvin: Test?

Marcus: I'm going to go into Dewey Turd with everything I have. He can fight tooth and nail and show me and the world that he's not the coward I expect him to be, or he can show his true yellow color and take the easy way out.

Melvin: So High Stakes, EB Marcus and Dewey Bird in a Parking Lot Brawl. I'm sure someone will be leaving this fight in an ambulance.

Marcus: I'm sure that won't be me, Mervin.

Melvin: It will definately be something to see.

Marcus: Definately, Mervin.