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Post by Wade Mason on Mar 24, 2010 17:43:38 GMT -5
[Singles Match] Mark Zout Vs. Scott Myers
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Sunday March 28th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Monday March 29th at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: PWA Superstar, Mark Zout, makes his TGW debut at Hysteria against Scott Myers. Myers picked up an easy victory against Rick Mad heading into the Pay Per View and looks to take that momentum into this match.
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Post by markzout on Mar 25, 2010 8:13:19 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Is This Why They Call It Shoot Wrestling?[/glow] On scene‘s open we see Mark Zout. He sits in a white metal patio chair at a small round table with a glass top with three other chairs around it. There is a bong with a quarter pound of marijuana in the table‘s center, with a half-filled ashtray near Mark and a pack of Marlboro Smoothes laying on the table with a lighter. Also on the table is an empty bowl with a spoon inside. The milk-logged flakes stuck to the side of the bowl suggest Corn Flakes recently.
Behind Mark we can see the outline of Mt. Rainer in the background with the Space Needle poking up a bit closer. Mark sits on the twenty-third story balcony outside of the apartment he shares with his best friend, Ryan Ross.
The sun is just barely even with the patio. It is early, about five in the morning - Pacific time - judging by the sun. There is the chirping of birds, the sky seems fairly clear of clouds. There is a layer of dew on the balcony’s railing.
As he taps his hazard yellow Lugz brand street boots against the balcony‘s floor, his loose-cut denim jeans sway. Mark wears a black T-shirt with a white apple in the center of the chest. Inside the apple says ‘iMark.’ Between his fingers rests a Marlboro Smooth 100. He takes a slow, sweet drag off the cancerous indulgence, letting the smoke crawl out from his lips as he begins speaking, rather than out-right exhaling. Zout: “A lot of my fans have been asking me, ‘Mark! Why TGW?,’ ‘Mark, doesn‘t PWA pay enough?,’ ‘Mark, why exert all the extra energy every week?’ The answer? You, my fans are one of the biggest reasons I had. Now, I‘m not just reaching the fans of PWA and known by fans of REBEL Pro… No, no, no. Now I have the attention of the fans of TGW. I - just like every other guy who gets into this business - am here for y‘all. I want every fan in the world to know who I am, because I am here for you guys.”Mark takes another slow drag, scrunching his brow as he so. He exhales in the same way. Zout: “And what‘s the other reason? Competition. Competition in it‘s purest form, of course. See, I don‘t come here for the money, or the ladies, or the fast cars. I come to TGW because I heard that there was competition to be had here. That there were guys so hungry to win that they foam at the mouth. So I said great. Where do I sign, Mr. Mason?”Mark holds up his index finger to the camera as he takes a quick, short drag and exhales just as quickly. He snuffs the cigarette‘s ember out, having smoked maybe one sixth of it. Zout: “That decision led me here, waiting for Hysteria, and foaming at the mouth for my chance to prove myself to the TGW fans on one of TGW‘s biggest events of the year, just to be facing Scott Myers. Look, I‘ve tried to get pumped for this match, but let‘s face it, this guy wouldn‘t know competition if it f-[censored]-cked him in the ass. I‘m guessing he won‘t believe me. No, no. He‘ll probably tell me I‘m wrong, so to save us all some time and keep the focus on the wrestling, I‘m going to go with the facts.”
“Fact: Myers enters TGW with a big mouth and gets put away rather quickly. Well that‘s embarrassing. Not nearly as embarrassing, however, as needing Russell Franchise to interfere with your cage match and knock out your opponent for you after you failed to get the job done yourself. Fact: you wrestled and lost to a man who was beaten, bloody, and bruised before he even got to you. AJ Adams‘ obstruction in the match should have been a non-factor with the shape Russell Franchise was in, but it wasn‘t. You failed when it wasn’t even possible. Fact: the only thing you managed to do in three weeks is get beat like a white kid whistling Dixie in Harlem and used like a pawn in AJ Adams and Russell Franchise‘s feud. Fact: Rick Mad didn‘t even have to focus to promote his match against you this most previous Animosity, no wonder it was short work of him you made in the ring.”Mark takes the bong off the table, nestling it between his knees, and takes the large sack of marijuana from the table, packing a bowl into the male piece. Zout: “See, Myers… You‘re transparent. I can see right through you because guys like you are a dime a dozen. You come back after a short career a couple years later preaching newfound steadfastness and ability beyond your experience and deliver mediocrity. Chauvinism and egotism become you, while your abilities are proven dearth.”Mark sets the bag of green back on the table, swiping up the lighter. Zout: “So I‘ll make you a deal, Myers. You go ahead and distract yourself with Kristen Shelley, Alyson Starr, and your lil‘ buddy Chris and his financial problems. I‘ll train hard, compete hard, and assault you with a clear mind.”Mark stands and crosses to the sliding glass door. He knocks and a moment later it slides open enough to accept the bong and lighter, then closes again. Mark sits back in his seat, leaning forward toward the camera as he continues to speak. Zout: “What I don‘t think you understand, Scott, is that your Canadian Playboy gimmick isn‘t going to carry your career. At a certain point you gotta look yourself in the mirror and figure out who you really want to be. And trust me, Scott… It‘s not just you. We all pick bad gimmicks, and we all ruin good gimmicks with apathy for the sport and apathy for the fans. The problem with you Scott is that the fans don‘t love to hate you like they love to love me. They just hate you. The fans don‘t waste their time booing you during your matches… no, no. Because they‘re too busy checking the time during your matches. And I can‘t blame them. You‘re awesome, You‘re a ladies man. We get it. Scotty, the problem is we‘ve seen it a thousand times. Let‘s face it, Scott, even your move set is ripped off. Take WWE‘s top five wrestlers at any time, throw them in a match together, and I just bet we‘ll see everything you do. Twice. Scotty - I‘m not saying you aren‘t selling. I‘m just saying nobody‘s buying.”
“Now don‘t get discouraged, Scotty. You bump well, you haven‘t blown a spot yet, and I hear you‘re a pleasure to work with. You‘ll make a really great curtain jerker around here. Don‘t get me wrong, It feels good to get a win on my very first week. I just wish it wasn‘t handed to me on a silver platter. Scotty, as soon as I learned it was you, I knew it was being handed to me.”
“I work hard. Harder than a lot of people I‘ve met because I love the sport. I love the fans. I love the competition. I‘ve taken on some of the biggest names PWA has to offer, and the fans have always won those matches. Now I‘m coming to TGW so the fans can win more often. It‘s just too bad they aren‘t going to win this week.”
“And how can I be so certain? Because, Scott. Your work ethic is barely there. You train because you get booked. I get booked because I train. Try it the right way sometime, then find me again and we‘ll have a bout to remember. This week, though… This week, just like every fan in the arena, you‘re gonna Markout.”
“Good luck, Scott Myers. One of us is going to need it this week, and it isn‘t me.”We fade… To White.
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