Back To Hell - Floyd McCarver vs. Marcus Cage

[WXW GM James Gibbs]

1 post each. The deadline is Sunday January 12th at 11:59 PM (EST)
We are live from Toyota Center - Houston, TX with a sold out crowd of 18,023.
Min 300 Max 4000

TLC Match

[Floyd McCarver]

*“Hard Hittin” by Homebwoi hits over the arena’s speakers as Floyd McCarver makes his way out from behind the curtains, a determined look on his face. Fans reach out to try and get him to clap their hands, but he doesn’t seem to react or care. He gets in the ring and receives the microphone from the ring announcer.*

Floyd: You know something, when I woke up this morning, I had a good feeling, seeing my Seattle Seahawks beat the New Orleans Saints and advance to the NFC championship, that was one of the first good things that has happened to me for a long, long time. So I think I’m feeling a little lucky here tonight. But then something happened that pissed me off! The New England Patriots, one of my least favorite teams in the league not only beat one of my more favorite teams, the Indy Colts, but they blew them out! You know, not only am I lucky tonight, but I think I’m going to take a little of that rage out on you tonight, Marcus Cage.

*Floyd looks surprised then he smiled quirkily.*

Floyd: What do you know, that rhymed. But I’m not here for fun and games, I’m here to do one thing, I’m here to establish myself as one of the most dominant forces in WXW history, and Marcus Cage, beating you tonight, in a TLC match is step one!

*Floyd laughed a little, then smiles wide at the camera.*


Floyd: Okay, I know, I said I was done, but come on, people, that one you had to see coming!

*The fans start booing him, while some are laughing and cheering with him. He smiles widely and continues.*

Floyd: Now that I got that out of my system, I will tell you Marcus, what happened 2 weeks ago, when you ambushed me back stage while I was trying to be courteous to your girlfriend Candy, taking me out with your sack full of bricks, I ain’t gonna forget that brotha, you still got something coming for that. That’s why I love that tonight’s match is a Tables, Ladders & Chairs match, because there ain’t gonna be any rules that could stop me from beating you doing exactly what I’d like to do to you in there tonight. Not only is using weapons legal, it’s encouraged! Now, when I was in the NFL, I didn’t use any weapons at all, I didn’t have to, my hands, my arms, my torso, my helmet were all weapons that I could use to take out a running back, a quarterback, a tight end, but imagine now, how dangerous I will be when I get a chair, or a table in my hands. Imagine the force that I can spear you through a table with. BOOM! You’re gonna be done, son!

*Fans start booing louder, and start chanting “You Suck!” at Floyd.*

Floyd: Now I know what you’re gonna say, Marcus, you’re gonna ask exactly what I know about TLC matches? Well, it’s true that I’ve never been in one, I’m a rookie, this is my first one. But I can tell you this, the mechanics of this match, it ain’t hard to understand, you beat your opponent down so hard, you put him through a table, you knock him the hell out with a chair, and then you can climb the ladder to retrieve the prize. See, I may not be as fast or as agile as you are Cage, but there is one thing that I can do as well as or better than anyone else in this company, I can beat you down, I can take you out, I can leave you unconscious in the middle of the ring, and to win this match, that’s exactly one of the ways you can win it. I will climb that ladder and I will win, I will leave you broken and bloody in the ring. And then you will know that you never should’ve started anything with the Man too Dangerous to Play on Sundays!

*Floyd tosses the mic to the ring announcer and goes to the back with an angry sneer on his face.*

[Marcus Cage]

The scene fades up inside the Toyota Dome in Houston, Texas. We cut to a close up of Marcus Cage's face, as he appears to be talking to someone off camera.

Marcus Cage: Now, I need you to promise me that you'll look after Candy. As much as I want her to stay back here, I know her, and she'll insist on being at ringside to cheer me on. I need YOU to guard her, I don't know who else I can count on. Just let me know if you will do it.

The camera cuts to a close up of the little white pomeranian known as Fluffy. She tilts her head to the side for a moment, and the barks a few times.

Marcus Cage: All right, I knew I could count on you. Thanks Fluffy. If you do a good job, I'll give you a special bacon flavored treat when Candy isn't looking.

Fluffy stood on her hind legs when Marcus talked about a treat.

Marcus Cage: Not just yet. You have to wait until after my TLC Match with Floyd McDonald, or whatever his name is. This match is important, and I need to make sure that Candy is safe.

Just then, Candy came bouncing in from the hallway.

Candy: Marcus, guess what?

Marcus Cage: Floyd popped one of his muscles?

Candy: No... my Rice Krispies were talking to me this morning.

Marcus Cage: What did they say?

Candy: (In a whisper) Come closer, it's a secret.

Marcus leaned in.

Candy: They said "SNAP" "CRACKLE" and "POP!" What do you think it means?

Before Marcus can reply, Candy began shouting out answers to her own question.

Candy: Do you think they could be clues to buried treasure? Maybe they were lyrics to a song in some alien language? Could they have been asking me for help... like beggin me not to eat them, and to save them from drowning? How could I have hurt them?

Candy started pouting and was about to cry when Marcus grabbed her and kissed her. When he was done, he pulled her away, and smiled at her.

Marcus Cage: I happened to speak Rice Krispie, and I'm fairly certain they were telling you that you looked amazing today.

Candy: So... they liked my hair?

Marcus Cage: They said it looked so silky and smooth. And that your eyes were so radiant, they would darken, even the sun by comparison.

Candy stopped crying and began smiling.

Candy: Do you really think that's what they said?

Marcus Cage: I absolutely do.

Candy jumped up and down for joy, and hugged Marcus, letting out a happy squeal.

Candy: Oh Marcus, I was so wrapped up in what the Rice Krispies were saying, I forgot that you have a match coming up with Floyd.

Marcus Cage: Its OK, Candy. I'm not worried about it.

Candy: But he's big, and scary.

Marcus Cage: The only thing scary about him, is his breath, and the fact that he's got huge man titties. As far as him being big goes, I've fought bigger.

Candy: I remember. Back in the P...

Marcus covered Candy's mouth with his hand.

Marcus Cage: What are you trying to do, jinx this place?

Candy shook her head, with Marcus' hand still covering her mouth.

Marcus Cage: That's like saying Beetleguise 3 times.

Candy: OH NO, YOU JUST SAID BEETLEGUISE ONCE... OH NO, I JUST SAID IT A SECOND TIME! We better not say Beetlegu....

Candy covered her own mouth with both hands now.

Marcus Cage: You start spouting those initials out, and this becomes infested with Russows, and then EVERYTHING goes to shit.

Candy: I'm sorry Marcus. I didn't mean to ruin everything.

Marcus Cage: You haven't ruined anything Candy. It's... THEM that will ruin it if they find their way here.

Candy: OK. I'm sorry. You should go prepare for your match... before I "jinx" it.

Marcus Cage: Candy, YOU are NOT a jinx. I made an impactful debut. I won my first match here. You are the furthest thing from a jinx. You are a lucky charm.

Candy: I LOOOOOOOOVE LUCKY CHARMS! Do you think they can talk too?

Marcus Cage: I speak ALL cereals.

Candy: You DO?

Marcus Cage: Absolutely. But don't you worry about the match. I've been in TONS of TLC matches.

Candy: But he says he wants to hurt you with the tables, ladders, and chairs.

Marcus Cage: Easier said than done. I can climb the ladder faster, and can use the ladder in ways he couldn't even dream of. You see, it's not THAT you can use them as weapons, it's HOW you use them as weapons. I've been hit with chairs, thrown off ladders, put through tables, and here I am, saying "BRING IT ON!" He thinks he can intimidate me? He's sadly mistaken. I don't fear anyone. I don't fear getting hurt. I've been hurt, battered, bruised, tossed around by guys bigger and stronger than than that steroid injected Carlton Banks. In the end, I keep picking myself back up. I am defined as a man without fear. I am a man who is defined for picking myself up, and dusting myself off, and going straight into battle. Unlike that Urkel reject I'm fighting, I don't run when the going gets tough. TWICE, he's run from me. In this match, if he wants to beat me, he can't run, and he can't hide. It's put up or shut up time. And seeing as he's a guy who spends his time running his mouth, I don't see him shutting up anytime soon. So I hope he intends to bring his all. I HOPE he tries to use his strenth advantage, because I'm a guy who turns my disadvantages into advantages. I turn my weakness into strength. I turn my opponent's strength against him. But in the end, It will be ME standing tall not only over Floyd, but I'm going to climb that ladder, and give the fans a moment. The MOST talked about moment of the night, and Floyd may just be a part of that. Whether he'll be concious enough to experience it, is another story.

Marcus looked at his watch, and his eyes got wide.

Marcus Cage: Oh, the show's starting in about 20 minutes. I better get ready.

Marcus grabbed his gear, and headed into the changing area as the scene faded to black.