Post by Marcus Cage on Feb 11, 2015 16:55:20 GMT
OOC: This is a joint rp for the tag team Shock & Awe as both contributed to the content. Hope you enjoy it.
..::Scene One::..
..::Scene One::..
[The scene opens up to an empty stage with a red curtain. From behind the curtain pop out Marcus and Dynamite, each wearing jeans and the most recent Shock and Awe t-shirt. ]
Marcus: Hello, I'm the "High Voltage Superstar" Marcus Cage.
Dynamite: And I'm the "Explosive Element" Dynamite.
Marcus: Together you may know us as Shock and Awe.
[Marcus grins and points to their shirts.]
Dynamite: You guys are in luck tonight, because we have a doozy of an adventure for you guys today.
Marcus: Dynamite and I are set for our debut match against the Olympians, Titan and Kronus.
Dynamite: A team who actually remind us a little bit of ourselves.
[Marcus looked at Dynamite with an odd look on his face.]
Marcus: Uh... really?
Dynamite: Yeah! I mean you got a set of brothers, one is a bigger guy and the other is smaller.
Marcus: Yeah but we aren't really brothers
Dynamite: Biologically, that's true. But we are so close we are practically brothers. Besides, in this grand ole business we are in, aren't we all just one big family?
Marcus: That's lame.
Dynamite: Oh and you could do better?
Marcus: Well I can agree with the fact that one provides the power and the other provides the charisma factor to the team. And that fact that you and I are practically brothers. You're like my brotha from anotha motha, man.
Dynamite: THAT was lame.
[Marcus glared at him for a second then grinned.]
Marcus: Brothers don't shake hands... brothers gotta hug!
[He opens his arms and goes in for a hug, after quoting one of the best Chris Farley movies ever made. Dynamite holds out his arm, putting his hand on Marcus's head, preventing him from hugging him. Marcus fought back for a few seconds before giving up.]
Dynamite: Back to what we were saying, and the point I was trying to make.
Marcus: Dude, you're not going to stand up here all day and be boring now are you?
Dynamite: Well, do you have a better idea?
[Marcus rubbed his chin for a second before grinning ear to ear.]
Marcus: As a matter of fact, I do. I need you to gather a large lampshade, a live chicken, and a measuring spoon and meet me out on the strip.
Dynamite: Why do you need..
Marcus: This is gonna be so good...
Dynamite: Marcus...
[Marcus ignored Dynamite and walked off the stage grinning to himself. The camera focused in on Dynamite who now looked concerend.]
Dynamite: What are you gonna do with the chicken? Marcus... MARCUS!!!!
[Dynamite looked into the camera.]
Dynamite: Awe, here it goes!
[He then ran off, following Marcus. The red curtain that was behind them lifted showing the next scene.]
..::Scene Two::..
[The scene opens up outside a casino in Las Vegas a few days before the first episode of IWF Training Grounds. Candy was sitting on bench petting Fluffy, oblivious to her surroundings. Up walked Dynamite, dressed in a full out William Wallace costume. He walked up to Candy]
Dynamite: I take it Marcus isn't here yet?
Candy: No, he told me to meet him here? What are you wearing?
[She giggled a little bit, thinking it was funny that he was wearing a kilt. Before he could answer, the ground began to rumble a little bit. A voice was heard shouting from off camera.]
Marcus: TO BATTLE, MEN!
[The rumbling got louder and closer. Suddenly you see a horse drawn chariot fly into the shot. Dynamite jumped out of the way just in time. It comes to a stop and you see the person at the reigns was dressed up head to toe in a spartan costume, including the helmet. He turns around in slow motion putting his hands onto the helmet. When he looks at Dynamite he takes the helmet off and you can tell that it's Marcus Cage.]
Marcus: What... the hell... are you wearing?
Dynamite: You said to dress up as an ancient warrior. So I picked William Wallace.
Marcus: We're facing a team that go by Kronus and Titan... they call themselves The Olympians. I thought we'd stick to that theme. I figured you'd get that. You could have chosen anything greek or roman. You could have been Spartacus... or even Hercules! But nooooooo.
Dynamite: You didn't specify! You just said an ancient warrior. I figured who better than William Wallace... Braveheart! You know... FREEDOM! Who are you?
Marcus: I thought it was obvious... I am King Leonidas, leader of the Spartans. One of the toughest bastards in history. I didn't just make speeches about freedom. I was about our very survival!
[Candy giggles off to the side.]
Marcus: What's so funny, Candy? Is it Dynamite's man-skirt?
Dynamite: It's a kilt.
Candy: No... I think it's funny that you both picked people who die at the end of the movie.
[They both look at each other and then at Candy. Candy grins.]
Candy: What? I watch movies.
[Marcus looks back at Dynamite.]
Marcus: Dude, you ruined it.
Dynamite: How did I ruin it?
Marcus: Because you came as William Wallace who was a celtic warrior. He didn't deal with the pantheon of Olympian Gods.
[Marcus got out of the chariot and stood next to Dynamite.]
Dynamite: I can change if you want me too.
Marcus: No, because its already too late.
Dynamite: By the way, where did you get the chariot?
Marcus: Ceasars.
Dynamite: Ceasar's Palace?
Marcus: No, Ceasar's Delicatessen... OF COURSE CEASAR'S PALACE!
Dynamite: They just let you borrow it?
Marcus: I know some people. Don't forget, Las Vegas is my hometown.
Dynamite: They aren't worried that people are going to want to see the chariot, only to have a big open space?
Marcus: This isn't the only one they have. They have a spare in case the first one has weather damage or needs repairs.
Dynamite: If you say so.
[Marcus turned his attention to the camera.]
Marcus: Can you believe this guy? Showing up dressed as William Wallace of all people, and now the twenty questions about the chariot.
Dynamite: Did you just break the fourth wall? Dude, you know we do that together.
Marcus: Well I just didn't think it was right that you are questioning thier intelligence.
[Dynamite became defensive and raised his hands to the camera.]
Dynamite: I would never insult all you amazing fans. He's putting words into my mouth.
Marcus: Now look who's breaking the fourth wall.|
Dynamite: YOU STARTED IT!
Marcus: And YOU'RE wearing a skirt.
Dynamite: IT'S A KILT! A TRADITIONAL OUTFIT OF A CELTIC WARRIOR!
Marcus: Calm down. Lay off the juice would ya?
Dynamite: Dude, you know I don't juice.
Marcus: Oh, so I'm supposed to believe that muscles form like that naturally?
Dynamite: Just forget about it. Why did you want me to dress up and why do you have the chariot? Is this one of your half-baked schemes?
Marcus: My schemes are NEVER half-baked... they are fully-baked.
Dynamite: So what's the reason?
Marcus: I thought it would be a great way to introduce ourselves to the fans, and cut an amazing promo about our opponents at the same time. I mean, you heard what they each had to say. You heard the pathetic attempt to seem tough.
Dynamite: Yeah... I heard. I almost couldn't contain my laughter. I'm noticing the pattern of the veterans of this fed reading a bio of someone and thinking that's all they need to do to truly know what someone is capable of. I mean I get that they are brothers, but it takes a LOT more than that to be a great team.
Marcus: I have seen plenty of teams involving brothers fall. For a dude who's girlfriend is also his boyfriend, he's awfully judgmental of people he doesn't know. HEY, YOU BEAT THE TAG CHAMPS LAST WEEK, CONGRATULATIONS... ONE WIN DOES NOT MAKE YOU CHAMPIONS.
Dynamite: We don't know you or your brother, but we know more than you do about us. You have NO IDEA where we come from, or what we had to go through, to get to this point. To have achieved the success we have all around the world. But you are an "Olympian" with a win over an important team last week. Guess that makes you someone important too... except it doesn't. You see, you have a key victory... but NOT against us.
Marcus: We are NOT Scars and Stripes. But we each carry our own scars. Both as individuals and as a team. We've gained and lost friends along the way, and almost lost ourselves to the glitz and glam of this business.
Dynamite: But in the end, we have each others backs, and if one falls, the other is there. We are living proof that family is not always determined by blood. The number of mothers and fathers who abandon or murder their children. The number of siblings who don't speak to each other. Hell, you call yourselves Olypians, but forget how often blood was the reason for so much murder and tradgedy in Greece.
Marcus: There is a reason that ancient stories and plays about families were called Greek Tradgedies. When power is on the line, blood will turn to ash, as families are torn a part and siblings go to war with each other trying to gain full control of a kingdom.
Dynamite: We can go on for hours with examples, but our focus is NOT on something that happened thousands of years ago, or even last week. We live for the here and now. I mean lets face it, we can go into detail about the countless championships we have won together, the number of tag team awards we've earned, or even the amount of times we have been hall of fame inductees, but we wouldn't want to overshadow your victory over the tag champs last week.
Marcus: Maybe YOU want to cling to the past, maybe because you don't see a bright future, or maybe because you are so terrified to see what the future holds you are afraid to get out of bed in the morning and take on a new day head on.
Dynamite: You know, Kronus, for a guy who seems like he's tired of being judged, and JUMPS at the whole... "My opponents are going to make gay comments." You certainly made leaps about Shock & Awe. You think you know us? You think you guarantee victory over us? TRY ME KID! I DARE YOU!
Marcus: Because we don't deal in fiction, or mythology. We deal in facts, and reality. We live in the here and now, because that's the only thing guaranteed. Tomorrow never is, and yesterday is already gone, lost in a big ball of timey wimey... stuff. It's all about right now.
Dynamite: That was sort of poetic.
Marcus: Thanks. I don't know where that came from.
Dynamite: Anyway, we are a great team, NOT because we say we are, NOT because we have a victory over another team, but because HISTORY PROVES IT! We are smart enough to see the differences between you two. To see that you both are a good team because you know each other, but you seem to think that because you are brothers, it's an automatic you are a great team. Again, more irony from someone who thinks we came here with a sense of entitlement.
Marcus: WRONG!!! We have NO qualms about starting from the bottom. Maybe thats why we got you guys first. Or perhaps, the fact that we saw that your tag team division was in trouble, and decided to help out. See, we aren't here to gloat, or to stroke our egos, or dominate the division. We came to make it better. If not having a tag match, makes you think that we feel entitled to everything, then you need to wake up, because you are only going to hurt yourselves.
Dynamite: We aren't going to sugar coat it, Kronus. We aren't going to play nice, Titan. In that ring, we aren't there to play. Perhaps you should ask yourselves why you feel you just deserve our respect? We don't respect you. It's not that we just don't respect people, its that we give respect to people who EARN it. Now maybe the two of you don't understand what that word means, so let me enlighten you. Earn means to aquire through merit. Well this isn't the boyscouts where you can show off your merit badges.
Marcus: This is IWF. You want something your way, go to burger king. Because here in IWF, you EARN what you get. Oh I can see where you would be intimidated by a couple of guys who are new to this place coming in and not being star struck or intimidated because we are the "new guys." But this isn't our first dance... despite the fact that you, Kronus seem to think I'm making my career debut in Las Vegas... I don't try to act like I haven't failed before... that's what makes me human. But I have been wrestling since I was a child, just down the road from this very venue. My father owned and operated a local wrestling school, that would put on monthly shows to let his students perform live for a crowd. So tell me again how you KNOW me, and forgot to mention all that? Please, I'm begging you to be original and talk about that period of my life... oh right, YOU DON'T KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT ME! You never even made an attempt to find out about who I am. You just checked out my bio and made assumptions... and we all know that when you assume, you make an ass out of you and me.
Dynamite: Who peed in your corn flakes this morning.
Marcus: Kronus' girlfri... boyfri... Bailey.
Dynamite: That was a joke right?
Marcus: Of course it was. It just bothers me when we show up intending to have a good time and perform, and we get guys who half ass their insults, and try to lable us, while being guilty of the very thing they are judging us for, themselves. It's called hypocrisy and I have zero tolerance for that.
Dynamite: All right, calm down and take a deep breath. Don't give yourself a panic attack.
Marcus: OK, Mom!
Dynamite: If she were still alive, I'm sure she would tell you the same thing. Don't let them get under your skin.
Marcus: They didn't. They just fired me up. I expected a good match, but if They Olympians want to win this... they are damn well going to earn it. For I have fought bigger guys than Titan, and faster guys than Kronus.
[Marcus' voice began getting louder.]
Marcus: I have literally gone to war against tag teams that make The Olympians look like jobbers. We have gone to hell and back against some amazing teams, many of which are hall of famers themselves. And then there's The Olympians who waltzed into the arena, coasting on their victory last week, hoping people would care enough to give them the time of day, and try to force respect out of their collegues, talking a big game about a team they have never stepped into the ring with. Well I hope they are prepared to be exposed as the false gods they feel they are, because this night, we fight for something greater than ourselves. This night, we fight for honor. This night we not only fight for our legacy, but our very existance. This night, we fight for...
[Marcus pointed to Dynamite who let out a mighty roar.]
Dynamite: FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Marcus: FOR TONIGHT, THE TWILIGHT OF THE OLYPIANS BEGIN. And Hell will freeze over before they can stop it.
[Marcus turned to Dynamite.]
Dynamite: I think that went well.
Marcus: Oh yeah, totally awesome.
Dynamite: We killed it.
Marcus: DAMN RIGHT WE DID!
[Candy chimed in, interupting their excitement.]
Candy: Uh... guys, those security guards are running this way.
Marcus: CHEEZE IT... THE COPS!
Dynamite: What did you do?
Marcus: Quick, get in the chariot.
Dynamite: Why, I thought you said you borrowed it.
Marcus: -ish... i was planning on putting it back when we were done.
Dynamite: MARCUS......
Marcus: Later... we gotta lose these rent-a-cops. We don't have time for a dissolve.
[Candy and Marcus had already climbed onto the chariot.]
Marcus: Come on dude, this will make a great headline in tomorrows paper. "King Leonidas and William Wallace go for ride in Ceasar's chariot."
Dynamite: Fine... lets go.
[Dynamite climbed aboard and the chariot began racing off down the street. The scene faded to black as the security guards were left watching the trio race off down the strip.]
Well howdy there pardner.