Post by Arik Arrogance on Jun 28, 2007 20:55:08 GMT -5
*The scene opens up in Arik Arrogance's personal weight room in his family's mansion. Arik is dressed in an old yellow sleeveless t-shirt and black gym shorts. He lays down flat on a bench, preparing to bench press some weights. Spotting him is Marky Mark, dressed in a plain white t-shirt and long baby blue sweatpants. Arik grasps onto the bar and lets the weights slowly drop down to his chest. He pushes up, and raises the bar, extending his arms outwards.
Marky: One! Let's go baby!
*Arik lets the bar go back down to his chest, and presses it back up with relative ease.*
Marky: That's two, homey! Keep goin'!
*Arik repeats the process, slowing down a bit, but still showing no clear signs of struggling.*
Marky: Three baby, three!
*Once again, Arik lowers the bar and puts it back up, going gradually slower.*
Marky: Hang in there baby, that's four!
*Arik does it again for the fifth time, and racks it up. He sits up on the bench and wipes the sweat off his brow. He gets up and makes his way to a mirror... Staring at his physique like a narcassist.*
Marky: Damn, man! I'd hate to be the busta who has to answer to you next week!
*Arik flexes his biceps.*
Arik: Damn right. That fool Ringmaster has nothing on these!
*Arik continues posing in the mirror.*
Arik: What dirt do you have on him, Marky?
Marky: He's got a bad left arm from an injury before... You could work that shit.
Arik: Excellent. What else?
Marky: Hmm... Well he's a high flyer so he likes to take risks and shit. I think he's more stupid than brave, but that's just me. Plus he rides down to the ring on a motorcycle.
Arik: What?
Marky: Yeah, a blue Kawasaki. You thinking what I'm thinking?
Arik: Say no more, Marky. We're on camera, you know!
Marky: Oh, right... Right... Anyways, what else you gotta say, homey? I'm hungry.
Arik: Yeah, I got a quick word for Dave Milan. Dave, you should be happy that I wasn't put in that match for the Evolution title. Why? Because you would have gotten wrecked! Don't think I've forgotten about how you got me suspended! You took a week of wrestling from me. I could have used that week to prove that I was capable of working in that ladder match! So keep that title nice and shiny, Milan! It's gonna be mine soon!
*Arik laughs into the camera, trying to get into Milan's head... Especially since he has shown that he has a weak demeanor and mental strength. In the background Marky looks on angrily.*
Marky: Hardy har har... Come on fool, let's get some chicken.
*Arik looks over at Marky and nods his head. He looks back at the camera with a grin and turns it off. Scene goes black.*
Marky: One! Let's go baby!
*Arik lets the bar go back down to his chest, and presses it back up with relative ease.*
Marky: That's two, homey! Keep goin'!
*Arik repeats the process, slowing down a bit, but still showing no clear signs of struggling.*
Marky: Three baby, three!
*Once again, Arik lowers the bar and puts it back up, going gradually slower.*
Marky: Hang in there baby, that's four!
*Arik does it again for the fifth time, and racks it up. He sits up on the bench and wipes the sweat off his brow. He gets up and makes his way to a mirror... Staring at his physique like a narcassist.*
Marky: Damn, man! I'd hate to be the busta who has to answer to you next week!
*Arik flexes his biceps.*
Arik: Damn right. That fool Ringmaster has nothing on these!
*Arik continues posing in the mirror.*
Arik: What dirt do you have on him, Marky?
Marky: He's got a bad left arm from an injury before... You could work that shit.
Arik: Excellent. What else?
Marky: Hmm... Well he's a high flyer so he likes to take risks and shit. I think he's more stupid than brave, but that's just me. Plus he rides down to the ring on a motorcycle.
Arik: What?
Marky: Yeah, a blue Kawasaki. You thinking what I'm thinking?
Arik: Say no more, Marky. We're on camera, you know!
Marky: Oh, right... Right... Anyways, what else you gotta say, homey? I'm hungry.
Arik: Yeah, I got a quick word for Dave Milan. Dave, you should be happy that I wasn't put in that match for the Evolution title. Why? Because you would have gotten wrecked! Don't think I've forgotten about how you got me suspended! You took a week of wrestling from me. I could have used that week to prove that I was capable of working in that ladder match! So keep that title nice and shiny, Milan! It's gonna be mine soon!
*Arik laughs into the camera, trying to get into Milan's head... Especially since he has shown that he has a weak demeanor and mental strength. In the background Marky looks on angrily.*
Marky: Hardy har har... Come on fool, let's get some chicken.
*Arik looks over at Marky and nods his head. He looks back at the camera with a grin and turns it off. Scene goes black.*