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 Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:25 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 4:51 pm
}The Gifted One{ Marxx's entrance video starts, as well as Welcome to the Masquerade from Thousand Foot Krutch plays through the arena. The crowd erupts in jeers during the first notes of that song. Red and blue spotlights turns in circles over the crowd as Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing a suit, not even ready to compete. He looks over at the crowd, seemingly unaffected by the negative answer from the crowd. He rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the ring.}Ladies and gentlemen please welcome: Marxx! {He starts walking on the ramp, looking with disgust at the closest fans. He stops in front of the ring, and then approaches from the steel steps. He climbs on the apron and gets inside the ring, grabbing the announcer's microphone on his way.
"From what I can see, despite being the main victim of the management's stupidity, I'm still seen as the bad guy."
The jeers grow louder.
"You know, with 2010 starting, I thought this would be the perfect timing for a fresh start, and I thought this fresh start could be tonight. But no, once again, like every other days where Nuke Fusion was the one in control, it ends the same way as it usually does: I am snobbed!"
Once again, Marxx gets a negative reaction.
"Again and again, history repeats itself. There is one dictator high enough to feed his friends and shut the bitches up with some little rewards. Seems like I'm not screaming loud enough right now. But I'm not the type to grab the chairman's throat and say I'm going to leave if I don't get what I want or get on my knees to make some doubtful stuff. I never took that road and I never will. I'm no a**-kisser and I'm no mascot, but you guys already know all that."
The crowd don't like that Marxx just said.
"But you know, even if I'm not in a match, it doesn't mean I can't have any impacts, so not performing in front of people like you is actually a great new year's gift. What bugs me the most is the composition of the WWE:E top 10 of 2009. Can we have it on the screen for a moment?"
With that said, it appeared on the tron.
The crowd cheers for the names on the board.
"Where... Am... I?"
The crowd's cheers turn into jeers.
"There is a few there that I can understand their presence in this top 10. I already showed them my respect and they proved themselves during the whole year. But most of them... What the hell?!?"
He takes a pause, looking at the board with disgust.
"But whoever is on that list, I hope you are all listening because what I'm going to say concerns all of you. 2010, it is MY year and if I have to get over all of you one by one... You all know I can, and you all know I will."
The crowd's animosity towards Marxx is simply growing after looking at his cockiness.
"I'm not here to make any friends, but to make the impact I was meant to do, no matter what. I am the best in this roster no matter what this 'award' says..."But then, all of a sudden... }MARXX!{
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 11:13 pm
'Almost Easy' by Avenged Sevenfold interrupted Marxx's little rant. The fans jumped out of their seats as the one and only God of Punks walked out from behind the curtain. He stood on the ramp and looked around at the fans, before pointing to the ring with his 'Punk-Ville Slugger' baseball bat. He walked down the ramp with the absolute cockiness that he always had. The Punk jumped onto the apron and stepped over the top rope, before going to the corner and grabbing a mic. He looked at Marxx, with a flashy smile, before speaking into the mic.
"Well, before we start... Lemme just say, it's great to be here, at the Wembley arena, in front of all my Punks and Punkettes!"
Matt paused, letting the fans cheer like he knew they would. He then looked at Marxx, smirking.
"What's up with you, Marxxamillion? You seem alittle... Tense? I mean, c'mon... Just because you didn't make the top 10 doesn't mean that you should get angry. I mean, you've done alot for this business! Like..."
Shanahan paused, taking a moment to think. He then looked back at Marxx and shrugged.
"Um... Nevermind. That's not important. But what I'm trying to say is, just because you didn't make it up there, doesn't mean you should be angry at those who did... Right?"
Matt paused, letting Marxx speak.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 9:12 am
"Well let me send you this question: What have YOU done to be there? I'm not frustrated because i'm not in it, I'm frustrated because I deserve to be there compared to some people on that so called 'top 10' list."
He took a pause, and then continued
"You, for example. What has been so amazing in your year 2009 to deserve to be on that list? How did you show that you were 'good enough' in your 4-5 days here before going out and drop everybody? Is it so great to be a choker that it gives you a spot there automatically?"
The fans answers with jeers. He turns by them
"When someone more important than you speaks, you SHUT UP!"
Of course, it helped nothing...
"So why are you even back Shanahan? I thought that the first time, you understood that this was not for you. The first time when you came for a couple months and then left without leaving a trace. You stand here and pretend to be a tough guy in front of me, but we all know how it's going to end if you're to challenge me: You will be terrified... And leave!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 9:05 pm
Matt looked at Marxx for a good minute, before removing his shades and tossing them out to the fans.
"Marxx... Honestly, if I'm so much of a choker, how the ******** did I manage to beat YOU onto that list? You're right, I was barely here in 2009... Yet somehow, I managed to beat YOU onto that list... Now, either the management loves me... Or, even when I'm miles away in Philly... I still manage to be better than you."
The Punk smirked at Marxx, before continuing.
"Now, why am I back? It's simple. I came back because I knew that this was not only going to be my year, oh no.... But this is going to be my decade. The Decade of The God... And, since you decided to be such a whiny little b***h... I think the decade should start with a bang!... I think the decade should start with me, putting this size 14 shoe, straight up your Midnight Prostitute a**!"
The fans cheered as Matt walked up to Marxx, looking down at him.
"So, what do you say, Marxxamillion?... Are you going to be the one to choke up this time, or will I actually be given an opponent worthy of me sticking around?..."
Matt paused once more, before finishing.
"Infact, I'm starting to wonder if you're even worth it. I guess the top 20 is where you belong."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 6:23 am
"... It's not because your name is put aside the best that it makes you one of us. Right now, I plan on making an impact. Each and every single one of them is going to feel this impact..."
He takes a pause, and then correct a little mistake he made.
"No, wait... Each and every WORTHY people of that list is going to feel this impact. And sorry Shanabanana, you're not what I see as worthy here. Your name is there with the 'best', but you're far from being one of us. Aside from this, what guarantees that you're going to show up one more time when it comes to be more than just words?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 4:14 am
Matt grit his teeth and looked around the arena for a moment, choosing his next words wisely. After a few seconds, he looked at Marxx and spoke one last sentence.
"... This does."
Immediately, Matt dropped the mic and attempted to tackle Marxx to the ground!
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 1:33 am
Shanahan lunged at Marxx, taking him down. The two men brawled sending fists and aiming low blows with their knees, neither man unable to get a clear advantage.
Security rushed out as Marxx and Shanahan rolled under the bottom rope, both landing heavily and grunting, before going straight back at it. As security reached them, they forced the two apart, restraining them both.
Marxx didn't seem to struggle all too much, whereas Matt seemed to want to rip in to him. Calm and composed, Marxx took his leave from the arena via the crowd, accompanied by three big security guards. The night rolled on ..
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