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| So they call it a grudge; A tutorial in hatred | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 10 2005, 11:12 PM (68 Views) | |
| Marc991 | Jan 10 2005, 11:12 PM Post #1 |
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The scene opens in a room cluttered with desks, they are empty, but there are desks none-the-less. Heavy footsteps are heard on the white tile floor, the camera drops down and to the side where a pair of boots can be seen. The camera slowly lifts to see a pair of legs, masculine and quite muscular. A long white coat bottom is revealed and as the camera continues to pan up, we see that the man we are looking at is quite tall. It finally reveals the face of Marc Malicious, a pair of Drew Carey-like glasses at the end of his nose like a professor. He holds in his hand a book, the Grail. It rests open to about the middle, laying upon the crook of his arm as he begins his 'lesson'. MM-So they call it a grudge...(Malicious pauses and looks up) Does anyone here know what a grudge is defined as? Anyone? Anyone at all? A grudge is a strong, continued feeling of hostility or ill will against someone over a real or fancied grievance. They say that I harbor this ill will toward Hutch, a man of stature in the wrestling world, a great athlete, possibly one of the best...not THE best, but he is up there. They say I hold a grudge toward Hutch, but that is in fact, not the truth. I wish nothing but the best for Hutch, I bet he would make an incredible champion, ECC, tag team, or otherwise. He is just not World or SIC material. I try not to hold him back... Malicious walks over to the overhead projector and turns it on. It springs to life, the white screen behind Malicious glowing with the still frame of Marc Malicious stopping Hutch from breaking up the pin in the Championship Chamber. Malicious smiles, ear to ear as he remembers that moment. That smile quickly fades as the memory of the final result of that match play in his head. MM-Here I had no choice, here it was every man for himself, but I NEVER go out of my way to cost him anything or cause him any harm. Malicious pulls the picture off the overhead and put the next one on. It is of Malicious returning to the chamber to to beat the hell out of Hutch. Malicious doesn't look at the picture at all, just continues his speech. MM-As you can see here, I did not interfere in any way with him, I did not cause him harm though he did me, and I would like you to pay attention to this, I did nothing... Malicious finally turns to look at the picture and he trails off in mid-sentence. He hurries over to the projector and tosses the transparency onto the floor. This doesn't seem to be going very well for him. MM-You didn't see that...that is ANE propaganda to try to say that I am doing something wrong. Stupid Hutch and his stupid propaganda. I am going to destroy him for this, I hate his guts and when I am done those guts will be hanging out! Malicious realizes that the camera is still on and he quickly quiets down and adjusts his professor glasses. MM-Uh, anyway, as I was saying...I ABSOLUTELY do NOT have a grudge against Hutch. I merely have a friendly rivalry going with him. I don't want to hurt him, but yet they call it a grudge. I guess if the rules are that there are no rules, I will abide by that. However, it is not my wishes to injure him. I would never dream of it. Malicious goes back to the projector and puts up another transparency. It shows a series of photos in which Malicious performed Demolition on Hutch and put him on the shelf for a spell. Malicious looks at the series and hangs his head low. MM-Fine! I hate him, I wish he died! God damn ingrates! All of you! You rigged this just to piss me off! Hutch you self-centered, sneaky little bastard, I am going to tear your ass to shreds come SLAM. Malicious shoves the projector over, shattering the bulb in the arm part of it. He curses Hutch up and down as the camera fades. |
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| Hutch | Jan 12 2005, 07:23 PM Post #2 |
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As we come back from commercial, Hutch is half way down the entrance ramp, mugging to the crowd as Idlewild's A Modern Way of Letting Go plays in the background. The stage is lit up with flashing gold and yellow lights, Hutch high-fives a few of the fans, but grimaces when he realises one of them is wearing a Marc Malicious T-shirt. He walks away from the crowd, a look of disgust on his face, then wipes his hands clean on his jeans. He checks them to make sure they're clean, then his smile resumes as he slides into the ring, and hops up onto the second rope, holding his arms out-stretched, thumping himself on his chest and blowing an imaginary kiss to someone in the crowd, a huge smile on his face. He hops down as the music dies out and takes his custom Mic out of his pocket, and begins to speak. Hutch: Marc Malicious. So it's come to this. First the hulking ape with delusions of grandeur puts me out of action for 4 months, putting my career in doubt. Then he cost me a shot at the International Title. Then, just last night, he cost me my shot at the International title, denying me my destiny of the Grand Slam. Hutch lowers the mic and shakes his head. Hutch: Now, I was thinking. What could lead a man to do this? Why would one man go after another? Then it hit me. Marc......... You're jealous! The crowd cheers, apart from a small contingent of Malicious marks. Hutch: Of course! For months I was one title away from becoming the First EVER Grand Slam Champion. Then, you came along and did the same, winning the International title. After all, imitation is the most sincere form of flattery. And if you're gonna imitate someone, who better than The Crown Prince of Charisma himself? Hutch stops and places a hand on his chest, and closing his eyes, an almost regal gesture. Hutch: Now, Marc, it's not enough. You can't just admire me from afar anymore. Every step I've turned since I returned over a month ago, YOU have been stood there, blocking may way with your sasquatchian shoulders. I've also figured out why that is. You just like to put your hands on me. The crowd cheers, again except for the Malicious marks. Hutch: And again, who can blame you! Hutch rubs a hand up and down his chest. Hutch: But this is off the point. Marc, you said that you don't feel I'm good enough for the SIC, the very title I cost you against Andrew Hamilton. Well here's a newsflash for you bub, I was the World Heavyweight Champion for 4 months! I proved myself by holding the most prestigious title in Wrestling for a nice long reign! You.......... Hutch chuckles to himself. Hutch: YOU are going for that very title. I'm going for a title you possessed, you're going for one I possessed. Fair trade huh? NO! NO it isn't! It's my DESTINY to become the first ever Grand Slam! MINE! No-one's going to take that from me, especially not a strategically shaved ape like you. You just can't keep up with me at this level, and I'll prove it. Hutch begins pacing the ring, as he always does when getting worked up. Hutch: Well, come this Thursday Marc, it's all over. I'm gonna make my way down to that ring, slide in through those ropes there, and beat your hulking banana smelling carcass from one side of this arena to the other! Hell, I'm not gonna stop there, because lets face it Marcus, me kicking in the ass probably gives you that "funny feeling" deep down inside. But after I've pinned you one two three, and you're backstage sitting in your tyre swing and thinking about touching your bald self, I'll find you, I'll hunt you down! Hutch appears genuinely angry here, letting his true emotions shine through. Hutch: Marc....... This ENDS Thursday. I don't want you in my way anymore. And after this, you wont. You wont take me lightly anymore. I'm going to kick your ass. Hutch grins cheekily, like a small child knowing what he is about to say will get him in trouble. Hutch: And before you get your hopes up you sick freak, I said KICK! KICK! Hutch shudders. Hutch: No no no! You make me sick! Hutch laughs, before shushing the crowd. Hutch: This is coming to an end Marc. And when it's over only one man will have his hand raised, and that man is stood in the ring right now. Hutch raises his arm as he speaks his next line. Hutch: And that's not boasting. That's not bravado. That's not a guess. That, my simian friend, is THE FUTURE!! Idlewild's a Modern Way of Letting Go hits the arena, as Hutch rolls out of the ring and saunters up the ramp, thumping himself on the chest and holding his arms high. |
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| Dr. Octopus | Jan 13 2005, 12:08 AM Post #3 |
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As Hutch is walking up the ramp, the lights go out. The crowd start to cheer and the a silouhette can be seen in front of Hutch. The silouhette disappears and then a light shines on a person standing in the middle of the ring. The person then looks up, partly shadowing his face with the light, he then says Hutch, I believe I've already talked to you about using that type of voice tone with my members. I believe I've already talked to you about Marc Malicious. I believe I gave you a warning Hutch. AND YOU JUST DONT GET IT DO YOU!!! You need to watch your back at the match, you can never be too worried about "us" you have 2 arms to worry about, 4 tentacles to fear, and 2 legs that might get a couple of kicks off. Just be patient man, your time will come. You jsut need to wait. Don't worry, I won't hurt you............that bad. The lights cut off, and then cut back on. And Doc Oc is gone. Then, on the Slam!Tron he appears laughing slightly. He gives a mean look, changing the color of his contacts to red. He then says. Once again, watch your back. Oh, and don't walk into any dark corners, I'll come get you. The Slam!Tron goes black as Hutch stands at the top of the ramp, scared. |
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| Hutch | Jan 13 2005, 05:50 PM Post #4 |
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Hutch's quick feared expression evaporates into a huge grin of incredulity. He pulls his custom mic out of his pocket once again and holds it to his face, an expression of confusion on his face. Hutch: Excuse me? And you are? You know what buddy, that's twice now you've come out here acting all high and mighty with those empty carpet tubes strapped to your back. And I STILL have absolutely NO idea who you are! This is between me and Marc Malicious, and you, being his..... Hutch does those annoying air quotation marks with his hands. Hutch:..... "Close Personal Friend" know as well as I do, as well as Kurt and Chip do, as well as the cameramen do, as well as this fat guy in the fourth row, as well as his sick grandma at home and her friend from bridge club Peggy-Sue......... Marc Malicious hasn't got a chance in hell! Hutch grins as his music starts to play again, and he heads backstage. FADE OUT |
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| Dr. Octopus | Jan 13 2005, 11:37 PM Post #5 |
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Doc Oc then appears once again on the Slam!Tron in his locker room. He smiles while his eyes change colors rapidly. He laughs slightly before saying You don't know who I am? Well, let me formally introduce my self. My Name is Courtney Chapman, you can call me.....Doctor Octopus or Doc Oc for short. You don't need to worry about who I am now, just worry about me later, when you have a 50 lbs of tentacles lunging at your neck, thats when you need to worry. I'm an aquaintance of Mar Malicious'. So watch your step man, you might fall. BLACK OUT |
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