Post by ☆ Marcellus King ☆ on Mar 19, 2016 18:13:26 GMT -6
[[Camera: Off]]
”Its only business”
[[As the scene opens up we come to hear that of Marcellus King’s cell phone going off, so as you know nobody likes to awoken to the sound of their cell phone going off and well Marcellus isn’t any different. As he reaches over and picks up his phone, as he slowly begins to wake up he sees the name of the person disrupting him and his beauty sleep, its his personal agent Christian Knight.]]
Marcellus King: “You’ve got to be kidding me...”
[[He says to himself as he looks over at his boyfriend Adrian Hawke who can be seen still asleep and not bothered by the noise of King’s ringtone.]]
Marcellus King: “Yea what is it Chris?”
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“Yea what.”
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“Why’s that?”
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“Chris love, you know damn well I love you and well have given you chance after chance, but after hearing what you just said I think it's time we cut our losses and go our separate ways love.”
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“That I am indeed darling, no hard feelings I hope, it's just business and well I think that’s best!”
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“I mean seriously Chris how can you miss such a major detail like that?”
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“Well Chris, it saddens me to say this, but you’re fired.
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“Well Chris I can’t be having someone who’s my agent who's screwing up like how you’ve been doing and well there comes a time when enough is enough, I hope we can still remain friends after this Chris!”
[[King said as he ended his phone conversation with his former personal agent Christian Knight, as he did his boyfriend Adrian Hawke awoke. Hawke slowly woke up to see King puttingh is phone back down on the nightstand within their bedroom.]]
Adrian Hawke: “What was that all about babe?”
Marcellus King: “Christian. He lied to me...”
Adrian Hawke: “What do you mean, he lied to you?”
Marcellus King: “Yea, he lied to me about my contract with VOW.”
Adrian Hawke: “What do you mean?”
Marcellus King: “Well he told me VOW was this global sized wrestling promotion which in reality it's just some regional wrestling promotion for well breakout wrestlers looking to get started within the business...”
Adrian Hawke: “Well...”
Marcellus King: “Well what?”
Adrian Hawke: “Think of it as this, it maybe better this way, maybe its a sign from god...”
Adrian Hawke: “Now, just hear me out, Marcellus. Maybe signing with VOW wasn’t a mistake and more so a sign from god. Think of it like this, being signed with VOW will allow you to continue to hone your craft as a performer and perfecting it until well you can’t perfect it anymore... Then, then that would be when I’d venture out to a larger wrestling promotion. Until then go back to filming and directing.”
Marcellus King: “Yeah, I guess its just kind of a downer as I thought I had finally made it to the big leagues, but no biggie Combat Zone, Pretty Boy Studios, Savage Pictures and a few others have been reaching out to me in hopes of doing some film work with them.”
Adrian Hawke: “Well see, then there’s nothing to be worried about then babe. It’ll all work out in the end, just as it usually does.”
Marcellus King: “Yea you’re right baby, I mean I did just win my debut match within VOW a match many would have failed at winning!”
[[King said as he laid back down next to Hawke and closed his eyes.]]
Ahh, man did it feel great to be back home in San Fernando, but damn, what a fucking week... What a fucking week and I say that because well I had released my former personal agent, Christian Knight, just hours before I had made my debut within the wrestling promotion known only as Visionaries of Wrestling after having been lied to. You know many people will tell you the worse thing you can do is steal from someone, I disagree the worse thing you can do it lie to someone and the reasoning for that is because once they lie that trust is broken.
Knight didn’t just lie to me he deceived me about my contract with Visionaries of Wrestling, sure it’s not their fault nor am I putting the blame on them, but the way Knight had made it sound was that it was this major wrestling promotion that would allow me to retire from the adult film industry, but it wasn’t. It was only some regional wrestling promotion, which wasn’t going to allow me to retire from the adult filming industry.
But that is neither here or there, it hadn’t been even twenty-four hours after my official debut within VOW had taken place. The General Motors Centre of Oshawa, Ontario a place I’d truly come to remember seeing how it was the place I’d come to debut within VOW, that and well because I debuted against three other individuals looking to leave their mark etched in the brains of those watching our fatal four-way match. One thing is truly certain I can honestly say I think... No, I can honestly say I know I made one hell of a debut last night, I left a mark in that squared circle, the very squared circle that be the ring of Visionaries of Wrestling.
So knowing damn well that yours truly Marcellus King, the homosexual who originated from Chicago, Illinois to San Fernando, California to do male modeling and adult films left his mark in that squared circle that was seen by not just the Oshawa, Ontario crowd but also those watching back in the states.
So what kind of mark did I leave you, question? Well we damn well know it wasn’t some love mark you get after your partner brands you during sexual intercourse nor was it some kind of war wound, no sir this mark was different. This mark was the very mark that would announce my arrival to those in the back watching my in ring performance.
This mark was a mark that every VOW Visionary noticed, one that every VOW fan noticed, and one that none of them will forget not for a long time or until someone new happens to make as much noise as I did during a match that not only saw four individual put their heart and soul into, but a match that tested them and put there in ring knowledge and experience to the test. Though the best part of all of this? Well, this is just the beginning, the beginning of a long, long road ahead with only more victories to come I thought to myself as I sat alone in the office, behind the desk of one of the adult film industries most respected individuals...
[[Camera: Off]]
“Lights. Camera. Orgasm”
[[Irritation and annoyance ran through that of the latest signee of Visionaries of Wrestling, that signee being that of yours truly Marcellus King, who’s mind as he sat alone behind the desk of one of the producers within Combat Zone productions. The name on the nameplate read “Sherman Watts. Watts’ desk could be seen being rather large in size and that of a solid red oak desk, various papers sat piled atop of it, as well as various proposals for various other things like commercial ads, small movie role parts etc. though they sat stacked upon Watts’ desk waiting for his approval, though not a single person nor anyone else knew when that would be due to Watts having put most of his production companies projects on hold until further notice.
As Marcellus continued to sit behind Watts’ desk he could be seen slouching in Watts’ black leather chair, his legs positioned atop Watts’ desk as he continued to relax in Watts’ office. It could be seen mid-evening as the sun cast light into Watts’ office as it shined through the office window as the office door of Watts’ opened up, Watts’ himself could be seen walking through it.]]
Sherman Watts: “I see you’ve made yourself at home eh Marcel?”
[[Watts questioned as he said that, King’s eyes raised to connect with the producers eyes, Marcellus’ face showed a half of grin as if he knew exactly what he was talking about as he continued to lounge back in Watts’ office chair, King’s feet stationed comfortable across the top of Watt’ office desk.]]
Marcellus King: “That I have love.”
Sherman Watts: “That was perfect, Congrats Marcellus on your first victory within VOW at Breakthrough 42.”
Marcellus King: “Thanks Sherman, didn’t know you watched.”
Sherman Watts: “I must say you’re better in that ring than I could have ever imagined. I’m honestly VERY impressed.”
[[Watts said as he slowly made his way on over to where King was sitting at.]]
Marcellus King: “What can I say, darling, I know my way around the ring, better than most people, and I know when to be attentive, and when not to be. Unlike my three opponents Parody, Veronica Drew and Rebecca Saint...”
[[As King said that, there was a slight pause, which then was followed up by a question.]]
Sherman Watts: “Hmm, and when exactly are you supposed to be attentive and not be attentive Marcel?”
Marcellus King: “Sherman you should already know the answer to those questions of yourself...”
[[King said in a cocky tone of voice, before continuing on.]]
Marcellus King: “To answer your question Sherman, number one; when to be attentive? Always, every fucking second you are in that ring love. Number two; when to not be attentive? Never, the second you make one little mistake or lose focus, can be the very second you just fucked yourself in the ass and blew the match for yourself...”
Sherman Watts: “So Marcel do you know who you’re going up against next?”
Marcellus King: “Nope notta clue love, nor do I care at this point in time love.”
Sherman Watts: “Well you better care Marcel baby as I hope you don’t think just because you won your debut match that it’s going to be easy sailing from here on out as it’s not, as your next opponent or match maybe different then your debut match and you got to think about it like that...”
I was having doubt due to what Sherman had said was absolutely right I may have left my mark in that ring the other night, but come my next match at Nothing Else Matters Imma have to do it again, why again just to implant that it wasn’t some fluke victory and that I am the real deal, Ontario may have been have been the first to see my talents inside that squared circle of VOW, but certainly they aren’t going to be the only ones as I look forth to continuing my success within VOW and slowly climb up the ranks to championship contendership and eventually from contendership to that of champion status I thought to myself as I sat there listening to Watts lecture me before finally speaking out.
Marcellus King: “Umm not to burst your bubble or anything love, but you’re starting to sound like my former personal agent...”
Sherman Watts: “Well Marcellus I like to know who and what I am getting invested with and well if you’re going to be the face of Combat Zone productions then I think I have right to tell you things, I think don’t you?”
[[Watts questioned looking down at King who could be seen wearing no shirt atop his upper torso, and just in a red hoodie which could be seen being half zipped up, allowing enough of his upper torso to be seen. Kings lower half consisted of low waist vintage bell bottom blue jeans, he also could be seen having coach made sandals on as he removed his feet from Wattts desktop and began sitting upright, bringing his feet back down to the ground and off of Watts’ desk.]]
Marcellus King: “yea... I guess.”
Sherman Watts: “Good...”
Marcellus King: “But did you not just see what took place out there in front of the thousands of Visionaries of Wrestling fans. I won my debut match and not just any kind of debut match a fatal four way match which saw yours truly walk out victorious over his three other opponents who’s names are Victoria Drew, Parody, and Rebecca Saint after I hit my finishing maneuver “Bow Before Your King” in the center of that squared circle on Parody which allowed me to get the One... Two... Three count and gain my first ever victory within VOW.”
Sherman Watts: “Yes, I did. But that doesn’t mean shit Marcel baby, you can’t take your next match any less serious then you did your debut match!”
Marcellus King: “You know love, the GREATEST feeling was how smooth everything felt; from walking into the arena, walking to the ring, from the sound of the bell that got the match going, and then the sound of Parody’s body hitting the canvas as a result of my finisher “Bow Before Your King” and hearing the referee's hand hit the canvas three straight times, followed by the sound of the bell, now that was something I hadn’t felt in quite a long time.”
[[King could be heard saying in a cocky tone of voice.]]
Sherman Watts: “So what’s next Marcel?”
Marcellus King: “Well after I leave here, I’m off to the gym, then getting my hair done with my personal hair stylist Rosetta at me la casa, then to a photoshoot or something I’m sure...”
Sherman Watts: “Damn Marcel baby sounds like you’re going to be busy the next couple of days, just don’t forget come Monday you’ve got a scene to be shot in Ferndale, Michigan so we’ll fly you out to Ferndale...”
Marcellus King: “That’s near VOW’s pay-per-view “Nothing Else Matter” which is being held in Windsor, Ontario.”
Sherman Watts: “Good, then we’ll see you then!”
Marcellus King: “Great, Sherman and who will I be working with?”
Sherman Watts: “That has yet to be determined yet, but we’ve been trying to get Ethan Shane.”
Marcellus King: “Ethan Shane as in Ethan Shane from...”
[[Before King can continue on, Watts buts in cutting him off before he can continue on.]]
Sherman Watts: “Yes, that is correct. Ethan Shane the man who had a relationship with years ago.”
Marcellus King: “Umm I’d like to say that’s not going to happen, nor will I take part in something Shane’s involved with!”
Sherman Watts: “Ok, we’ll find someone else then ok.”
Marcellus King: “Good.”
[[King says as shakes Watt’s hand, the handshake can be seen being very firm, he then gets on up from behind Watts’ desk where he’s sitting at and walks on over to Watts’ office doors. As he turns the door handle, Watts calls out to him, he turns back just slightly, looking barely over his shoulder as he answers back to the producer.]]
Marcellus King: “Yes?”
Sherman Watts: “Oh and Marcel baby just remember this, with a name like King, you’ve got expectations to live up to and a reputation to uphold so try not to sink your fortune with your attempt at forgetting what made you into the man you are today...”
[[Watts said as King twisted the handle and pulled in, walking through the office door of Watts. He promptly made his way down the hallway to the private elevator as he exited Watts office.]]
Personal Diary | Entry 33
I sat alone in a nearby city park on a bench and began to write in my personal diary, a diary which I had entitled confessions of a sexual deviant as that was exactly what I was a sexual deviant. As I began to write I sat back and allowed the cool breeze to blow in my face as I thought about what the producer of Combat Zone productions, Sherman Watts had said to me earlier and you know he was right.
One could say I wasn’t bitter towards the adult film industry, no excited about having to come back, but I couldn’t get what Watts had told me as it echoed throughout my head like a constant annoying reminder of exactly how I came to be the male model, exotic entertainer and most recently professional wrestler known to the public as MARCELLUS KING, the very name that not only come to make me who I am, but the very name that has become my brand, the brand that many have cautiously approached for contract negotiations etc.
The King brand seemed like a constant thorn in my ass at times, but I had to admit Watts was absolutely right I had expectations to live up too and a reputation to uphold even if it was one I was trying to forget due the agony and pain it constantly brought me, though one thing was certain to forget something like the King brand would be like that of forgetting the agony and pain I had gone through as a child.
I took a deep breath before exhaling and continued to write. The firing of Knight wasn’t something I was wanting to do but jus had to do, as the man had taken advantage of me more than once and I just couldn’t allow Knight to continue taking advantage of me, when Knight had lied to me it felt like that of a dagger cutting into me, I just couldn’t believe he would have done such a thing, knowing how personal we’ve come to know one another over the years, but then again that’s why they say don’t mix pleasure with business...
Just as I had done years before with my former personal agent Reginald Griffins, before Knight had ever come into the picture and began managing me, fucking pen, damn thing started to run on out of ink as I tried to continue writing in my diary I couldn’t as my damn pen had died out on me...
[[Camera: Off]]
”Love is in the air”
[[It’s morning, possible just before noon, as we find ourselves in San Fernando, California looking at the bottom of the bed of newest signee of Visionaries of Wrestling, that signee being none other then Marcellus King the very man who just came off a huge victory within the regional wrestling promotion that be VOW. After a few minutes, King can just be seen awakening from his sleep, as he stretches out to the great world that welcomes him.
He can be seen shirtless, black silk sheets covering everything below his waist, but his god-like abdominal six pack abs, and upper pectoral muscle. King looks around the bed for a moment, as if to find something and reaches onto the nightstand by his bed for his glass of water he had from the night before.
His hand reaches down though pausing for a second as if he was looking at where the wall and the floor met a few feet from his bed. His piercing baby blue eyes, locked upon that one spot as if he saw something that was out of place, that something being something intriguing enough to catch his attention.
He yawns loudly.
After a few minutes that something comes to be seen as none other then his gorgeous looking boyfriend and current love interest Adrian Hawke. Hawke can be seen sitting relaxed, down upon a bar stool, dressed in what looks to be a pair of silk boxers, his upper torso bare just like Kings. He could be seen waiting for King to awaken as if this day, was some kind of special day, and indeed, it could have been but Marcellus wouldn’t have cared if it was, as he looked at him as he sat up from his former position, one thing was certain that thing being the only thing currently on his mind and that was three VOW Visionaries and them three Visionaries being none other than Jamo, Julius "Bama" Brooks, and “The Psycho” Dustin Holt, three men King knew very little about and was about to come to face at the VOW pay-per-view “Nothing Else Matters”.]]
Marcellus King: “Hey sexy, what are you doing up so early?”
Adrian Hawke: “Noda baby, just thought I’d get an early start is all...”
Marcellus King: “Early start?”
Adrian Hawke: “Yea you know for our big day today.”
Marcellus King: “Big day?”
[[King questioned his boyfriend and current love interest.]]
Adrian Hawke: “Don’t tell me you forgot Marcel?”
Marcellus King: “Umm...”
Adrian Hawke: “You did, didn’t you?”
[[Hawke said in an upset tone of voice as if King had done this previously before.]]
Adrian Hawke: “Its the day we started dating Marcellus, I can’t believe you forgotten our anniversary!”
Marcellus King: “I’m sorry babe it... It just slipped my mind is all.”
Adrian Hawke: “Go figure...”
[[Hawke said in angered tone.]]
Marcellus King: “Well it did, the words Sherman the other day told me just kept repeating over and over inside my head as a constant reminder of who exactly I am and what got me to where I am today is all. Though I may have forgotten the day of our anniversary I certainly didn’t forget to get you anything...”
Adrian Hawke: “Oh... Oh, you didn’t you say?”
Marcellus King: “No.”
Adrian Hawke: “Then?”
Marcellus King: “Go over to the balcony and you’ll see it there!”
[[Marcellus says, as he says that Hawke gets up from where he’s sitting at and walks on over the balcony area, as he does, he pulls the draw string which slowly allows the blinds to open up, allowing him to see the gift King had gotten him for their anniversary, sitting outside on the balcony can be seen a bokay of roses and in the center of the roses dangles that of what looks to be an engagement ring off of one of the branches.]]
Adrian Hawke: “Oh my god is that...”
[[Hawke says as he turns around, King can be seen kneeling down on one knee looking up at him.]]
Marcellus King: “Will you marr-”
[[Before King can even finish Hawke spews out a response.]]
Adrian Hawke: “Yes, Marcellus I will marry you!”
[[Hawke says as King gets up from kneeling on the hardwood floor of their condominium bedroom, as he does Hawke wraps his arms around King and kisses him.]]
Adrian Hawke: “So what...”
[[Before Hawke can even continue on King buts in cutting him off.]]
Marcellus King: “What made me want to propose to you babe, simple why wouldn’t I, that and I figured if I didn’t soon I’d probably lose the man of my dreams!”
Adrian Hawke: “Is that so?”
Marcellus King: “Yes babe I didn’t want to loose you to someone else!”
Adrian Hawke: “So does that mean?”
Marcellus King: “Does that mean what?”
Adrian Hawke: “You know...”
Marcellus King: “Know what?”
Adrian Hawke: “Are you still going to-”
[[Hawke says as Marcellus stops him from continuing on any further.]]
Marcellus King: “Yes, I am going to continue filming, I’m going to do a few more films, before finally giving it up for good enough to get us by until I can open up Fantasy. Once Fantasy is open I’ll just run that with my own group of talents...”
Adrian Hawke: “Oh... Ok.”
[[Hawke says with a sigh.]]
Marcellus King: “Well it's either that or we hold off on the engagement which I surely don’t want too and I know down deep you don’t either love.”
Adrian Hawke: “No its ok...”
[[Hawke says with a sigh before continuing on.]]
Adrian Hawke: “I mean its only temporary but still...”
Marcellus King: “Babe its business and only business, nothing more so you don’t have nothing to worry about!”
Adrian Hawke: “I hope so...”
[[Hawke says as King grabs a towel of his bathroom towel rack, as he does he closes the bathroom door behind him as the sound of running water can be heard shortly afterward.]]
[[Camera: On]]
”Sword Master”
[[The scene slowly began to come into view as it did we could we were on one of the adult film production sets of the production company of Combat Zone productions. King and another up and coming male actor could be already on the set as pulled in the young male actor closer to him and began kissing him, slowly moving down the young male actors neck, as King did he slid his hand up under the male actors shirt before ripping it off of him, King could be seen being this sexual predator and indeed he was as he didn’t hesitate to continue on, though before he could the sound of Watts voice could be heard.]]
Sherman Watts: “Cut... Cut... Cut.”
[[Watts commanded as both male actors stopped their what looked to be starting of an intense makeout session.]]
Sherman Watts: “Let's take a break, umm shall we say 10 mins!”
[[Both King and the other male actor nod, before walking on off the set.]]
Sherman Watts: “Umm Marcel baby come here if you would please!”
[[King nods as he walks on over to where Watts is as. Watts can be seen being rather thin in size with Red, curly hair that can be seen gently hanging over a long, Watts’ face. As King looked at Watts, Watts could be seen having bright green eyes, set low within their sockets. Watts could also be seen having a beard that elegantly compliments his nose and mouth.]]
Marcellus King: “Yea Sherm?”
[[King questioned.]]
Sherman Watts: “Umm King love a man by the name of Darius Yates is here to see you. He said he’s with VOW whatever the hell that means!”
Marcellus King: “Ok, and VOW is the regional wrestling promotion I wrestle for Watts, you know the one you attended last week...”
Sherman Watts: “Ah ok, yea I remember just didn’t remember the name is all!”
Marcellus King: “So where is Yates?”
Sherman Watts: “I had my personal assistant let him know you’d meet him in your dressing room.”
Marcellus King: “Fabulous!”
[[King says as he walks on off the stage set where he had been working at and down the hallway where what looks to be the dressing room area for all the actors who come to work on the set. As he come up on his dressing room door, the nameplate on the door red “Marcellus King” in gold old English lettering. King reached down and grabbed the door handle to his dressing room door and began to twist the handle, eventually pulling in and walking through the arch of the door leading into his dressing room.
As he walked through the arch of the doorway leading into his dressing room his recently engaged fiancee and ring valet for Visionaries of Wrestling Adrian Hawke could be seen inside his dressing room getting what looks to be something for VOW’s most recognizable face Darius Yates something to drink.]]
Marcellus King: “Greetings.”
[[King says looking at Yates who can be seen very well dressed for the occasion.]]
Marcellus King: “So how is it that I can help you Darius?”
Darius Yates: “Well Marcellus I think it’s quite obvious. I am here to interview you, and whether you like it or not, it’s happening naked or clothed you decide. As quiet frankly I don’t really care, but it’s going to happen, and happen right now.”
Marcellus King: “Demanding aren’t we love?”
Adrian Hawke: “That he is baby!”
[[As Hawke said that, a confident glare could be seen in Yates eyes as he stared at King.]]
Marcellus King: “Guess I’ll be doing my first naked VOW interview because in all honesty love I am in no mood to change. Luckily for you Yates I hadn’t popped a boner yet, considering how I had just come off of getting ready for a sex scene here in the studio.”
[[King said with arrogance in his voice as he did, Yates could be seen looking a little disgusted.]]
Marcellus King: “Don’t worry love I wont hit on you, I’m engaged now didn’t you know?”
[[As King said that, Yates could be seen looking a little more at ease, not knowing what to expect from the sexual deviant that is VOW’s latest signee, and the very man who just came off a rather large victory in his debut, in well a much similar match.]]
Darius Yates: “So let us talk about your up and coming match in Windsor, Ontario at Nothing Else Matters when you go to take on that lunatic Dustin Holt along with Jamo and Julius "Bama" Brooks in another fatal four way match up shall we?”
[[Marcellus smiles at the news he had just heard about his latest match and who’s all going to be involved with it.]]
Marcellus King: “Really a match full of men... Ooh yummy, can you say it is going to be a fight with swords eh Yates?”
[[Not knowing what to say just nods in agreement.]]
Marcellus King: “Oh come on, Yates I’m only messing with you, geesh, loosen up guy!”
Darius Yates: “So what’s your thoughts going into another fatal four way match up within VOW, first your debut and now your second match within VOW.”
Marcellus King: “Honestly its no different then any other match, its just more of a challenge.”
Darius Yates: “Well what can we expect from you, Marcellus?”
Marcellus King: “Another great showing as always love. VOW got just a small taste of yours truly during Thursday night’s Breakthrough 42 episode and well come Nothing Else Matters they’ll get yet another great showing and just a tad bit more of what I can do inside that squared circle. I’m going in on a victory where my opponents not so much. Hell Dustin Holt has only won once his whole time with VOW and that doesn’t say much now does it. The guy surely talks a big load but when it comes down to it and it's time to present he always seems to come up short in the end if you get my drift, Yates...
Hell Love Holty just lost again to Katie Moicelle last week at Breakthrough 42, goes to show he’s nothing but bark and no bite. Hell love just screwing with him on twitter I shut him up, he’s nothing but a tease and nothing more. Holty love if you want to succeed in this business you’ve got to be daring and you sir are not. You claim to be this loose cannon and yes I’ve not even come to see that, I’ve even tried getting under your skin and nothing.
Then you talk about your other persona Inmate 31. I honestly don’t care what version of you shows up at Nothing Else Matters, either it be your persona of Dustin Holt, Dustin James Holt, Inmate 31 who by far is your most unusual persona, you’d surely do well at the golden globes dressed up like that in all the gold glitter and makeup love...
Hell love you think bringing Inmate 31 is going to help you then bring him out I dare you to love I really do dare you because come Nothing Else Matters in Windsor, Ontario you’re going to be needing all the help you can get as you’ve not just got to deal with this queen but two other individuals just as delusional and dysfunctional as you are... “
[[King says before continuing on.]]
Marcellus King: “Now allow me to go onto my next opponent Darius love and that individual being Julius “Bama” Brooks. Brooks is probably the oldest out of all of us here in this fatal four-way match being 58 years old. Though like Holty he too hasn’t had much luck on the winning side of thing and well seems to come up short as well from what I can tell and hell maybe even more delusional then Holty.
Brooks old man I surely give you credit even at your old crippled age you continue to go and give it your all. But just as you did against Ace Watson you’ll be nothing more than a mere stepping stone for young talents such as myself and soon, soon... You will come to realize that, that you should have retired years ago while you still had the fans on your side.”
[[King says smirking as he continues on about his opponents.]]
Marcellus King: “Lastly Jamo a man who claims to be hardcore, Jamo you maybe hardcore here in the ring, but you love are not hardcore where I come from. You’re just some over glorified stuntman who couldn’t cut it in Hollywood and like Holts, Brooks you too seem to have a track record that seems to be just like theirs...
You see boys my name is Marcellus King and I am the Orgasm Titan, the backdoor bandit and soon we all shall come to meet one another inside that squared circle at Nothing Else Matters, I’m certainly looking forward to meeting you all and maybe getting a little taste of each of you, even maybe being violate by one or all of you see you all soon...”
[[As King says that Darius cuts in and speaks.]]
Darius Yates: “Some hard words there eh King?”
Marcellus King: “No love, not really because let's face my opponents are more delusional then I am. Now if you would please excuse me I’ve got to be going back to doing my scene...”
[[King says as he blows a kiss at the camera as the shot of King pans into his eyes, ever so sincere in his previous statement. Without any warning the screen cuts to that of static.]]
”Its only business”
[[As the scene opens up we come to hear that of Marcellus King’s cell phone going off, so as you know nobody likes to awoken to the sound of their cell phone going off and well Marcellus isn’t any different. As he reaches over and picks up his phone, as he slowly begins to wake up he sees the name of the person disrupting him and his beauty sleep, its his personal agent Christian Knight.]]
Marcellus King: “You’ve got to be kidding me...”
[[He says to himself as he looks over at his boyfriend Adrian Hawke who can be seen still asleep and not bothered by the noise of King’s ringtone.]]
Marcellus King: “Yea what is it Chris?”
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“Yea what.”
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“Why’s that?”
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“Chris love, you know damn well I love you and well have given you chance after chance, but after hearing what you just said I think it's time we cut our losses and go our separate ways love.”
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“That I am indeed darling, no hard feelings I hope, it's just business and well I think that’s best!”
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“I mean seriously Chris how can you miss such a major detail like that?”
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“Well Chris, it saddens me to say this, but you’re fired.
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“Well Chris I can’t be having someone who’s my agent who's screwing up like how you’ve been doing and well there comes a time when enough is enough, I hope we can still remain friends after this Chris!”
[[King said as he ended his phone conversation with his former personal agent Christian Knight, as he did his boyfriend Adrian Hawke awoke. Hawke slowly woke up to see King puttingh is phone back down on the nightstand within their bedroom.]]
Adrian Hawke: “What was that all about babe?”
Marcellus King: “Christian. He lied to me...”
Adrian Hawke: “What do you mean, he lied to you?”
Marcellus King: “Yea, he lied to me about my contract with VOW.”
Adrian Hawke: “What do you mean?”
Marcellus King: “Well he told me VOW was this global sized wrestling promotion which in reality it's just some regional wrestling promotion for well breakout wrestlers looking to get started within the business...”
Adrian Hawke: “Well...”
Marcellus King: “Well what?”
Adrian Hawke: “Think of it as this, it maybe better this way, maybe its a sign from god...”
Adrian Hawke: “Now, just hear me out, Marcellus. Maybe signing with VOW wasn’t a mistake and more so a sign from god. Think of it like this, being signed with VOW will allow you to continue to hone your craft as a performer and perfecting it until well you can’t perfect it anymore... Then, then that would be when I’d venture out to a larger wrestling promotion. Until then go back to filming and directing.”
Marcellus King: “Yeah, I guess its just kind of a downer as I thought I had finally made it to the big leagues, but no biggie Combat Zone, Pretty Boy Studios, Savage Pictures and a few others have been reaching out to me in hopes of doing some film work with them.”
Adrian Hawke: “Well see, then there’s nothing to be worried about then babe. It’ll all work out in the end, just as it usually does.”
Marcellus King: “Yea you’re right baby, I mean I did just win my debut match within VOW a match many would have failed at winning!”
[[King said as he laid back down next to Hawke and closed his eyes.]]
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Ahh, man did it feel great to be back home in San Fernando, but damn, what a fucking week... What a fucking week and I say that because well I had released my former personal agent, Christian Knight, just hours before I had made my debut within the wrestling promotion known only as Visionaries of Wrestling after having been lied to. You know many people will tell you the worse thing you can do is steal from someone, I disagree the worse thing you can do it lie to someone and the reasoning for that is because once they lie that trust is broken.
Knight didn’t just lie to me he deceived me about my contract with Visionaries of Wrestling, sure it’s not their fault nor am I putting the blame on them, but the way Knight had made it sound was that it was this major wrestling promotion that would allow me to retire from the adult film industry, but it wasn’t. It was only some regional wrestling promotion, which wasn’t going to allow me to retire from the adult filming industry.
But that is neither here or there, it hadn’t been even twenty-four hours after my official debut within VOW had taken place. The General Motors Centre of Oshawa, Ontario a place I’d truly come to remember seeing how it was the place I’d come to debut within VOW, that and well because I debuted against three other individuals looking to leave their mark etched in the brains of those watching our fatal four-way match. One thing is truly certain I can honestly say I think... No, I can honestly say I know I made one hell of a debut last night, I left a mark in that squared circle, the very squared circle that be the ring of Visionaries of Wrestling.
So knowing damn well that yours truly Marcellus King, the homosexual who originated from Chicago, Illinois to San Fernando, California to do male modeling and adult films left his mark in that squared circle that was seen by not just the Oshawa, Ontario crowd but also those watching back in the states.
So what kind of mark did I leave you, question? Well we damn well know it wasn’t some love mark you get after your partner brands you during sexual intercourse nor was it some kind of war wound, no sir this mark was different. This mark was the very mark that would announce my arrival to those in the back watching my in ring performance.
This mark was a mark that every VOW Visionary noticed, one that every VOW fan noticed, and one that none of them will forget not for a long time or until someone new happens to make as much noise as I did during a match that not only saw four individual put their heart and soul into, but a match that tested them and put there in ring knowledge and experience to the test. Though the best part of all of this? Well, this is just the beginning, the beginning of a long, long road ahead with only more victories to come I thought to myself as I sat alone in the office, behind the desk of one of the adult film industries most respected individuals...
[[Camera: Off]]
“Lights. Camera. Orgasm”
[[Irritation and annoyance ran through that of the latest signee of Visionaries of Wrestling, that signee being that of yours truly Marcellus King, who’s mind as he sat alone behind the desk of one of the producers within Combat Zone productions. The name on the nameplate read “Sherman Watts. Watts’ desk could be seen being rather large in size and that of a solid red oak desk, various papers sat piled atop of it, as well as various proposals for various other things like commercial ads, small movie role parts etc. though they sat stacked upon Watts’ desk waiting for his approval, though not a single person nor anyone else knew when that would be due to Watts having put most of his production companies projects on hold until further notice.
As Marcellus continued to sit behind Watts’ desk he could be seen slouching in Watts’ black leather chair, his legs positioned atop Watts’ desk as he continued to relax in Watts’ office. It could be seen mid-evening as the sun cast light into Watts’ office as it shined through the office window as the office door of Watts’ opened up, Watts’ himself could be seen walking through it.]]
Sherman Watts: “I see you’ve made yourself at home eh Marcel?”
[[Watts questioned as he said that, King’s eyes raised to connect with the producers eyes, Marcellus’ face showed a half of grin as if he knew exactly what he was talking about as he continued to lounge back in Watts’ office chair, King’s feet stationed comfortable across the top of Watt’ office desk.]]
Marcellus King: “That I have love.”
Sherman Watts: “That was perfect, Congrats Marcellus on your first victory within VOW at Breakthrough 42.”
Marcellus King: “Thanks Sherman, didn’t know you watched.”
Sherman Watts: “I must say you’re better in that ring than I could have ever imagined. I’m honestly VERY impressed.”
[[Watts said as he slowly made his way on over to where King was sitting at.]]
Marcellus King: “What can I say, darling, I know my way around the ring, better than most people, and I know when to be attentive, and when not to be. Unlike my three opponents Parody, Veronica Drew and Rebecca Saint...”
[[As King said that, there was a slight pause, which then was followed up by a question.]]
Sherman Watts: “Hmm, and when exactly are you supposed to be attentive and not be attentive Marcel?”
Marcellus King: “Sherman you should already know the answer to those questions of yourself...”
[[King said in a cocky tone of voice, before continuing on.]]
Marcellus King: “To answer your question Sherman, number one; when to be attentive? Always, every fucking second you are in that ring love. Number two; when to not be attentive? Never, the second you make one little mistake or lose focus, can be the very second you just fucked yourself in the ass and blew the match for yourself...”
Sherman Watts: “So Marcel do you know who you’re going up against next?”
Marcellus King: “Nope notta clue love, nor do I care at this point in time love.”
Sherman Watts: “Well you better care Marcel baby as I hope you don’t think just because you won your debut match that it’s going to be easy sailing from here on out as it’s not, as your next opponent or match maybe different then your debut match and you got to think about it like that...”
I was having doubt due to what Sherman had said was absolutely right I may have left my mark in that ring the other night, but come my next match at Nothing Else Matters Imma have to do it again, why again just to implant that it wasn’t some fluke victory and that I am the real deal, Ontario may have been have been the first to see my talents inside that squared circle of VOW, but certainly they aren’t going to be the only ones as I look forth to continuing my success within VOW and slowly climb up the ranks to championship contendership and eventually from contendership to that of champion status I thought to myself as I sat there listening to Watts lecture me before finally speaking out.
Marcellus King: “Umm not to burst your bubble or anything love, but you’re starting to sound like my former personal agent...”
Sherman Watts: “Well Marcellus I like to know who and what I am getting invested with and well if you’re going to be the face of Combat Zone productions then I think I have right to tell you things, I think don’t you?”
[[Watts questioned looking down at King who could be seen wearing no shirt atop his upper torso, and just in a red hoodie which could be seen being half zipped up, allowing enough of his upper torso to be seen. Kings lower half consisted of low waist vintage bell bottom blue jeans, he also could be seen having coach made sandals on as he removed his feet from Wattts desktop and began sitting upright, bringing his feet back down to the ground and off of Watts’ desk.]]
Marcellus King: “yea... I guess.”
Sherman Watts: “Good...”
Marcellus King: “But did you not just see what took place out there in front of the thousands of Visionaries of Wrestling fans. I won my debut match and not just any kind of debut match a fatal four way match which saw yours truly walk out victorious over his three other opponents who’s names are Victoria Drew, Parody, and Rebecca Saint after I hit my finishing maneuver “Bow Before Your King” in the center of that squared circle on Parody which allowed me to get the One... Two... Three count and gain my first ever victory within VOW.”
Sherman Watts: “Yes, I did. But that doesn’t mean shit Marcel baby, you can’t take your next match any less serious then you did your debut match!”
Marcellus King: “You know love, the GREATEST feeling was how smooth everything felt; from walking into the arena, walking to the ring, from the sound of the bell that got the match going, and then the sound of Parody’s body hitting the canvas as a result of my finisher “Bow Before Your King” and hearing the referee's hand hit the canvas three straight times, followed by the sound of the bell, now that was something I hadn’t felt in quite a long time.”
[[King could be heard saying in a cocky tone of voice.]]
Sherman Watts: “So what’s next Marcel?”
Marcellus King: “Well after I leave here, I’m off to the gym, then getting my hair done with my personal hair stylist Rosetta at me la casa, then to a photoshoot or something I’m sure...”
Sherman Watts: “Damn Marcel baby sounds like you’re going to be busy the next couple of days, just don’t forget come Monday you’ve got a scene to be shot in Ferndale, Michigan so we’ll fly you out to Ferndale...”
Marcellus King: “That’s near VOW’s pay-per-view “Nothing Else Matter” which is being held in Windsor, Ontario.”
Sherman Watts: “Good, then we’ll see you then!”
Marcellus King: “Great, Sherman and who will I be working with?”
Sherman Watts: “That has yet to be determined yet, but we’ve been trying to get Ethan Shane.”
Marcellus King: “Ethan Shane as in Ethan Shane from...”
[[Before King can continue on, Watts buts in cutting him off before he can continue on.]]
Sherman Watts: “Yes, that is correct. Ethan Shane the man who had a relationship with years ago.”
Marcellus King: “Umm I’d like to say that’s not going to happen, nor will I take part in something Shane’s involved with!”
Sherman Watts: “Ok, we’ll find someone else then ok.”
Marcellus King: “Good.”
[[King says as shakes Watt’s hand, the handshake can be seen being very firm, he then gets on up from behind Watts’ desk where he’s sitting at and walks on over to Watts’ office doors. As he turns the door handle, Watts calls out to him, he turns back just slightly, looking barely over his shoulder as he answers back to the producer.]]
Marcellus King: “Yes?”
Sherman Watts: “Oh and Marcel baby just remember this, with a name like King, you’ve got expectations to live up to and a reputation to uphold so try not to sink your fortune with your attempt at forgetting what made you into the man you are today...”
[[Watts said as King twisted the handle and pulled in, walking through the office door of Watts. He promptly made his way down the hallway to the private elevator as he exited Watts office.]]
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Personal Diary | Entry 33
I sat alone in a nearby city park on a bench and began to write in my personal diary, a diary which I had entitled confessions of a sexual deviant as that was exactly what I was a sexual deviant. As I began to write I sat back and allowed the cool breeze to blow in my face as I thought about what the producer of Combat Zone productions, Sherman Watts had said to me earlier and you know he was right.
One could say I wasn’t bitter towards the adult film industry, no excited about having to come back, but I couldn’t get what Watts had told me as it echoed throughout my head like a constant annoying reminder of exactly how I came to be the male model, exotic entertainer and most recently professional wrestler known to the public as MARCELLUS KING, the very name that not only come to make me who I am, but the very name that has become my brand, the brand that many have cautiously approached for contract negotiations etc.
The King brand seemed like a constant thorn in my ass at times, but I had to admit Watts was absolutely right I had expectations to live up too and a reputation to uphold even if it was one I was trying to forget due the agony and pain it constantly brought me, though one thing was certain to forget something like the King brand would be like that of forgetting the agony and pain I had gone through as a child.
I took a deep breath before exhaling and continued to write. The firing of Knight wasn’t something I was wanting to do but jus had to do, as the man had taken advantage of me more than once and I just couldn’t allow Knight to continue taking advantage of me, when Knight had lied to me it felt like that of a dagger cutting into me, I just couldn’t believe he would have done such a thing, knowing how personal we’ve come to know one another over the years, but then again that’s why they say don’t mix pleasure with business...
Just as I had done years before with my former personal agent Reginald Griffins, before Knight had ever come into the picture and began managing me, fucking pen, damn thing started to run on out of ink as I tried to continue writing in my diary I couldn’t as my damn pen had died out on me...
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[[Camera: Off]]
”Love is in the air”
[[It’s morning, possible just before noon, as we find ourselves in San Fernando, California looking at the bottom of the bed of newest signee of Visionaries of Wrestling, that signee being none other then Marcellus King the very man who just came off a huge victory within the regional wrestling promotion that be VOW. After a few minutes, King can just be seen awakening from his sleep, as he stretches out to the great world that welcomes him.
He can be seen shirtless, black silk sheets covering everything below his waist, but his god-like abdominal six pack abs, and upper pectoral muscle. King looks around the bed for a moment, as if to find something and reaches onto the nightstand by his bed for his glass of water he had from the night before.
His hand reaches down though pausing for a second as if he was looking at where the wall and the floor met a few feet from his bed. His piercing baby blue eyes, locked upon that one spot as if he saw something that was out of place, that something being something intriguing enough to catch his attention.
He yawns loudly.
After a few minutes that something comes to be seen as none other then his gorgeous looking boyfriend and current love interest Adrian Hawke. Hawke can be seen sitting relaxed, down upon a bar stool, dressed in what looks to be a pair of silk boxers, his upper torso bare just like Kings. He could be seen waiting for King to awaken as if this day, was some kind of special day, and indeed, it could have been but Marcellus wouldn’t have cared if it was, as he looked at him as he sat up from his former position, one thing was certain that thing being the only thing currently on his mind and that was three VOW Visionaries and them three Visionaries being none other than Jamo, Julius "Bama" Brooks, and “The Psycho” Dustin Holt, three men King knew very little about and was about to come to face at the VOW pay-per-view “Nothing Else Matters”.]]
Marcellus King: “Hey sexy, what are you doing up so early?”
Adrian Hawke: “Noda baby, just thought I’d get an early start is all...”
Marcellus King: “Early start?”
Adrian Hawke: “Yea you know for our big day today.”
Marcellus King: “Big day?”
[[King questioned his boyfriend and current love interest.]]
Adrian Hawke: “Don’t tell me you forgot Marcel?”
Marcellus King: “Umm...”
Adrian Hawke: “You did, didn’t you?”
[[Hawke said in an upset tone of voice as if King had done this previously before.]]
Adrian Hawke: “Its the day we started dating Marcellus, I can’t believe you forgotten our anniversary!”
Marcellus King: “I’m sorry babe it... It just slipped my mind is all.”
Adrian Hawke: “Go figure...”
[[Hawke said in angered tone.]]
Marcellus King: “Well it did, the words Sherman the other day told me just kept repeating over and over inside my head as a constant reminder of who exactly I am and what got me to where I am today is all. Though I may have forgotten the day of our anniversary I certainly didn’t forget to get you anything...”
Adrian Hawke: “Oh... Oh, you didn’t you say?”
Marcellus King: “No.”
Adrian Hawke: “Then?”
Marcellus King: “Go over to the balcony and you’ll see it there!”
[[Marcellus says, as he says that Hawke gets up from where he’s sitting at and walks on over the balcony area, as he does, he pulls the draw string which slowly allows the blinds to open up, allowing him to see the gift King had gotten him for their anniversary, sitting outside on the balcony can be seen a bokay of roses and in the center of the roses dangles that of what looks to be an engagement ring off of one of the branches.]]
Adrian Hawke: “Oh my god is that...”
[[Hawke says as he turns around, King can be seen kneeling down on one knee looking up at him.]]
Marcellus King: “Will you marr-”
[[Before King can even finish Hawke spews out a response.]]
Adrian Hawke: “Yes, Marcellus I will marry you!”
[[Hawke says as King gets up from kneeling on the hardwood floor of their condominium bedroom, as he does Hawke wraps his arms around King and kisses him.]]
Adrian Hawke: “So what...”
[[Before Hawke can even continue on King buts in cutting him off.]]
Marcellus King: “What made me want to propose to you babe, simple why wouldn’t I, that and I figured if I didn’t soon I’d probably lose the man of my dreams!”
Adrian Hawke: “Is that so?”
Marcellus King: “Yes babe I didn’t want to loose you to someone else!”
Adrian Hawke: “So does that mean?”
Marcellus King: “Does that mean what?”
Adrian Hawke: “You know...”
Marcellus King: “Know what?”
Adrian Hawke: “Are you still going to-”
[[Hawke says as Marcellus stops him from continuing on any further.]]
Marcellus King: “Yes, I am going to continue filming, I’m going to do a few more films, before finally giving it up for good enough to get us by until I can open up Fantasy. Once Fantasy is open I’ll just run that with my own group of talents...”
Adrian Hawke: “Oh... Ok.”
[[Hawke says with a sigh.]]
Marcellus King: “Well it's either that or we hold off on the engagement which I surely don’t want too and I know down deep you don’t either love.”
Adrian Hawke: “No its ok...”
[[Hawke says with a sigh before continuing on.]]
Adrian Hawke: “I mean its only temporary but still...”
Marcellus King: “Babe its business and only business, nothing more so you don’t have nothing to worry about!”
Adrian Hawke: “I hope so...”
[[Hawke says as King grabs a towel of his bathroom towel rack, as he does he closes the bathroom door behind him as the sound of running water can be heard shortly afterward.]]
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[[Camera: On]]
”Sword Master”
Nothing Else Matters - Preshow Special
-Fatal Four Way Match-
Dustin Holt Vs. Jamo Vs. Julius "Bama" Brooks Vs. Marcellus King
-Fatal Four Way Match-
Dustin Holt Vs. Jamo Vs. Julius "Bama" Brooks Vs. Marcellus King
[[The scene slowly began to come into view as it did we could we were on one of the adult film production sets of the production company of Combat Zone productions. King and another up and coming male actor could be already on the set as pulled in the young male actor closer to him and began kissing him, slowly moving down the young male actors neck, as King did he slid his hand up under the male actors shirt before ripping it off of him, King could be seen being this sexual predator and indeed he was as he didn’t hesitate to continue on, though before he could the sound of Watts voice could be heard.]]
Sherman Watts: “Cut... Cut... Cut.”
[[Watts commanded as both male actors stopped their what looked to be starting of an intense makeout session.]]
Sherman Watts: “Let's take a break, umm shall we say 10 mins!”
[[Both King and the other male actor nod, before walking on off the set.]]
Sherman Watts: “Umm Marcel baby come here if you would please!”
[[King nods as he walks on over to where Watts is as. Watts can be seen being rather thin in size with Red, curly hair that can be seen gently hanging over a long, Watts’ face. As King looked at Watts, Watts could be seen having bright green eyes, set low within their sockets. Watts could also be seen having a beard that elegantly compliments his nose and mouth.]]
Marcellus King: “Yea Sherm?”
[[King questioned.]]
Sherman Watts: “Umm King love a man by the name of Darius Yates is here to see you. He said he’s with VOW whatever the hell that means!”
Marcellus King: “Ok, and VOW is the regional wrestling promotion I wrestle for Watts, you know the one you attended last week...”
Sherman Watts: “Ah ok, yea I remember just didn’t remember the name is all!”
Marcellus King: “So where is Yates?”
Sherman Watts: “I had my personal assistant let him know you’d meet him in your dressing room.”
Marcellus King: “Fabulous!”
[[King says as he walks on off the stage set where he had been working at and down the hallway where what looks to be the dressing room area for all the actors who come to work on the set. As he come up on his dressing room door, the nameplate on the door red “Marcellus King” in gold old English lettering. King reached down and grabbed the door handle to his dressing room door and began to twist the handle, eventually pulling in and walking through the arch of the door leading into his dressing room.
As he walked through the arch of the doorway leading into his dressing room his recently engaged fiancee and ring valet for Visionaries of Wrestling Adrian Hawke could be seen inside his dressing room getting what looks to be something for VOW’s most recognizable face Darius Yates something to drink.]]
Marcellus King: “Greetings.”
[[King says looking at Yates who can be seen very well dressed for the occasion.]]
Marcellus King: “So how is it that I can help you Darius?”
Darius Yates: “Well Marcellus I think it’s quite obvious. I am here to interview you, and whether you like it or not, it’s happening naked or clothed you decide. As quiet frankly I don’t really care, but it’s going to happen, and happen right now.”
Marcellus King: “Demanding aren’t we love?”
Adrian Hawke: “That he is baby!”
[[As Hawke said that, a confident glare could be seen in Yates eyes as he stared at King.]]
Marcellus King: “Guess I’ll be doing my first naked VOW interview because in all honesty love I am in no mood to change. Luckily for you Yates I hadn’t popped a boner yet, considering how I had just come off of getting ready for a sex scene here in the studio.”
[[King said with arrogance in his voice as he did, Yates could be seen looking a little disgusted.]]
Marcellus King: “Don’t worry love I wont hit on you, I’m engaged now didn’t you know?”
[[As King said that, Yates could be seen looking a little more at ease, not knowing what to expect from the sexual deviant that is VOW’s latest signee, and the very man who just came off a rather large victory in his debut, in well a much similar match.]]
Darius Yates: “So let us talk about your up and coming match in Windsor, Ontario at Nothing Else Matters when you go to take on that lunatic Dustin Holt along with Jamo and Julius "Bama" Brooks in another fatal four way match up shall we?”
[[Marcellus smiles at the news he had just heard about his latest match and who’s all going to be involved with it.]]
Marcellus King: “Really a match full of men... Ooh yummy, can you say it is going to be a fight with swords eh Yates?”
[[Not knowing what to say just nods in agreement.]]
Marcellus King: “Oh come on, Yates I’m only messing with you, geesh, loosen up guy!”
Darius Yates: “So what’s your thoughts going into another fatal four way match up within VOW, first your debut and now your second match within VOW.”
Marcellus King: “Honestly its no different then any other match, its just more of a challenge.”
Darius Yates: “Well what can we expect from you, Marcellus?”
Marcellus King: “Another great showing as always love. VOW got just a small taste of yours truly during Thursday night’s Breakthrough 42 episode and well come Nothing Else Matters they’ll get yet another great showing and just a tad bit more of what I can do inside that squared circle. I’m going in on a victory where my opponents not so much. Hell Dustin Holt has only won once his whole time with VOW and that doesn’t say much now does it. The guy surely talks a big load but when it comes down to it and it's time to present he always seems to come up short in the end if you get my drift, Yates...
Hell Love Holty just lost again to Katie Moicelle last week at Breakthrough 42, goes to show he’s nothing but bark and no bite. Hell love just screwing with him on twitter I shut him up, he’s nothing but a tease and nothing more. Holty love if you want to succeed in this business you’ve got to be daring and you sir are not. You claim to be this loose cannon and yes I’ve not even come to see that, I’ve even tried getting under your skin and nothing.
Then you talk about your other persona Inmate 31. I honestly don’t care what version of you shows up at Nothing Else Matters, either it be your persona of Dustin Holt, Dustin James Holt, Inmate 31 who by far is your most unusual persona, you’d surely do well at the golden globes dressed up like that in all the gold glitter and makeup love...
Hell love you think bringing Inmate 31 is going to help you then bring him out I dare you to love I really do dare you because come Nothing Else Matters in Windsor, Ontario you’re going to be needing all the help you can get as you’ve not just got to deal with this queen but two other individuals just as delusional and dysfunctional as you are... “
[[King says before continuing on.]]
Marcellus King: “Now allow me to go onto my next opponent Darius love and that individual being Julius “Bama” Brooks. Brooks is probably the oldest out of all of us here in this fatal four-way match being 58 years old. Though like Holty he too hasn’t had much luck on the winning side of thing and well seems to come up short as well from what I can tell and hell maybe even more delusional then Holty.
Brooks old man I surely give you credit even at your old crippled age you continue to go and give it your all. But just as you did against Ace Watson you’ll be nothing more than a mere stepping stone for young talents such as myself and soon, soon... You will come to realize that, that you should have retired years ago while you still had the fans on your side.”
[[King says smirking as he continues on about his opponents.]]
Marcellus King: “Lastly Jamo a man who claims to be hardcore, Jamo you maybe hardcore here in the ring, but you love are not hardcore where I come from. You’re just some over glorified stuntman who couldn’t cut it in Hollywood and like Holts, Brooks you too seem to have a track record that seems to be just like theirs...
You see boys my name is Marcellus King and I am the Orgasm Titan, the backdoor bandit and soon we all shall come to meet one another inside that squared circle at Nothing Else Matters, I’m certainly looking forward to meeting you all and maybe getting a little taste of each of you, even maybe being violate by one or all of you see you all soon...”
[[As King says that Darius cuts in and speaks.]]
Darius Yates: “Some hard words there eh King?”
Marcellus King: “No love, not really because let's face my opponents are more delusional then I am. Now if you would please excuse me I’ve got to be going back to doing my scene...”
[[King says as he blows a kiss at the camera as the shot of King pans into his eyes, ever so sincere in his previous statement. Without any warning the screen cuts to that of static.]]