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-{{ WORDS OF WISDOM!?! Vine beat me, my brother gave me the one, two, three in the ring. But don't take that and run with it! Don't misunderstand what happened, Vine beat me! But I'm still standing, that didn't end my career. Sure everyone's saying the same damn thing. He's the Verbal Asassin right? The why the fuck did he lose to The Vine after talking so much shit? Simple you all can say I can't back my words up, but I can. Me and Vine? Are feud has come from beyond what IWF is, this fued was a past, present, and future thing. I've made Vine looks stupid in the ring more times than Pete Ebdon has changed federations or makes conbacks. DOn't underestimate me since Vine beat me, that'll be peoples fate in this match, thinking I'm a nothing. Shit! You better reconize. Vine beat me, the world is not over, He'll see me again! No sweat, so basically I'm done with that topic right now because it doesn't really matter.... Ask yourself is EVOLUTION OF RESISTANCE going to be my rebound here? And I'll tell you, expect it. Sure I'll be out here fighting soem simi-non-really-legendary names, that'll say they are. But I know better, I get aroudn I've seen all you fucks careers in action. You can't pull one out on me...I know where to drop a line for you punks, just so you'll trip over it and fall straight on your face! You act like me being "The Verbal Assassin" is a lie. Keep thinking that, I've got so many people that could tell you otherwise...me and my brother fighting, that was my underestimation, I just wipe that off my shoulder! You see IWF, what you don't know...well be told...well be explained, will be spoken of. Get ready to learn the definition of why I'm the Verbal Assassin. Pay Attention! You ADHD havin mother fuckers.... }}- (Voice/Over)
Just another day behind the eyes of the vision…that I’ve made turn out so true and so real. The World wants me to stand to one knee at there feet. They all wish me to be the man that reels to another persons strength’s. But I continue to resist, I continue to spit at them until I’m still left standing but now with a dry tongue, ready to be replenished so that my thirst for more than victory will be quenched. But I stand here alone, talking with my own mind. Reading carefully my own thoughts. My own heavily planned conceptions of everything going on…..
"Look at you, all of you, It seems every single week yet another fool try’s stomp out my plans, only to get there redirections with how they feel about me thrown in the trash! Where it should be!" And now I just wonder where I’ll be in ten days, and then a month, a year, can you even trust me to stick around. I think so, you see my dreams will not be objects of nothing more than figments of imagination. They will be put to use, they will be tried, whether failed or conquered, you’ll see me around for as long as time is willing to keep me. "Un-like most here in IWF. Instead of just running around like idiots on the famous drug nicknamed yayo, I’m placed out in the open as almost a odd ball because un-like most of these other faggot’s I have a mission and intend on completing it. And then rising to another level. Something no one has reached as of yet! Just watch and learn." My legacy. What legacy? Fuck I’m a nothing right. That’s what everyone seems to think. And yet. It’s funny how I’ve accomplished so many things people haven’t and the world still yaps the same damn lines from there sorry mouth‘s. "You people can set the standard’s, I‘ll just set you up with my finisher……" "You worthless pussy!!!!"
"DAMN ITS COLD!!!?" -- Mark Freakin Adkins. [Cue Video.] Mark Adkins: I feel like a fuck'in pop sickle. Trip: What Kind? Mark Adkins: The layered kind, where when you bite through one layer the next is a different color and flavor! Trip: If I was a pop sickle, I’d be a shit sickle? Mark Adkins: Dude what the hell are we talking about! Trip: Im not exactly sure but it’s interesting to wonder what sort of pop sickle you’d be, if you really were a pop sickle. Mark Adkins: Shut your yap, go suck on some snow or something! Trip: Naw it’s way to cold. Mark Adkins: I wish the ice would freeze your lips! Trip: Yeah that’d be tight…? Mark Adkins: ….. Trip: ….. Mark Adkins: Whatever! ((The Camera open's as we see the snowy mountain of Sun Valley, Idaho, a sky resort with more mystique than aspen, but the camera doesn't stop at the sky slope as it moves to the bunny slope. As the scene zooms over a few hundred people then it focused on three. As we move in a closer view Mr. M/Paul Adkins manager and beat up buddy is seen on a snowboard, as he fall's right on his face.)) SLLLLLLAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!!!!! ((Mark Adkins is seen now, he laugh's loudly as the ice sickles fall from his nose. He doesn't move mush though as he just stand's still, he sport's a large fur coat with big baggy ass pant's also on a snow board snow all over his coat as we realize Mark's been falling also. Adkins look's like a Polar bear in all his clothes, he hold's his arm's together as the other person with then stand's beside Mark in almost the same position as he look's frozen over.)) Mark Adkins You fat fucker, you look like a sick penguin. Trip: Shit dude, you didn’t even have to throw him into the snow that time. Mark Adkins: Your right, I take everything back, this place isn’t dullsville after all. I mean what better place can you beat up Mr. M without even moving than letting mother nature do it herself. Trip: Your right, Mother nature kicks ass! Mark Adkins: Yeah but at least old Paul figured out one move on a snow board he’s good at. He’s got the face plant down pat. Mark Adkins: 360 Face plant! Stand up face plant, cart wheel face plant, method face plant, and many other combinations and variations! And so forth! Trip: Yeah he’s always great for a laugh is that why you pay him ten dollars an hour? Mark Adkins: No I gave him a raise he has allot of skills now, on select EW shows of my choosing, he’s agreed to dress up as different Muppet Character’s and attack my opponent’s with a really big pacifier. Trip: haha, that’s gonna be a riot! ((Mr. M raises his face out of the snow as he spit's some out, he grin's as he roll's to his back.)) Mr. M: Damn you Adkins, I remember the twenty some fall's you had, at least I'm still trying. Mark Adkins: I thought we were playing a hardcore game of follow the leader, because you sure do some sick spills on the bunny slope! Mr. M: It’s not as easy as it looks. Mark Adkins: Yeah it is, you just have two left feet that’s all! Mr. M: blah, blah, blah! (([Mark move's his arm as the frozen snow on his shoulder break's off.)) Mark Adkins: Man I never wanted to come to the mountain's anyway and I mean why Idaho, who gives a shit about Idaho? It’s really hard to do a promo here, because you can’t really make fun of Big Poppa out here, It’s already so funny by itself! Why wouldn’t we have gone to Cali or something! Mr. M: That’s to un-original! Mark Adkins: Your to un-original! Mr. M: Hey Im the manager here, you told me to find a spot, and I found one! Trip: Paul, this place blows worse than you do! ((Mark pull‘s a small flask from one of his pocket‘s after digging in them for a while. He hold‘s onto it with his big gloves as he open‘s in up. Mr. M and the other guy with them look at Mark as he open‘s it up, Mark puts his nose to it and gives it a smell. He turn‘s his head up as he yell‘s out wooooo. He turn‘s it up as he yet again turn‘s his head up sucking his lip‘s in from the taste of the liquor in the flask. Mark pass‘s the rest around as everyone else drink‘s there part.)) Mark Adkins: If that doesn’t heat you up like a hot pocket, your just out of luck… Mr. M: Mmmmmm, hot pockets! Trip: Dude shut your fat ass up! Mr. M: I’m not fat! Mark Adkins: No he’s extremely obese. Mr. M: Yeah there’s a difference! Mr. M: Hey wait a minute! ((Mark jump‘s side way‘s as he slowly moves himself down the bunny slope, he stop’s hard into the poll of the ski lift as he wait’s for Mr. M and the other guy to follow. The other guy makes it and run’s into the poll also, Mr. M almost makes it to them before he fall’s right on his face once again.)) ((He pull‘s his head up from the snow shaking it off as he turn‘s a bright cherry red.)) Mr. M: Don’t even say it. Mark Adkins: O.k. I won’t mention the way you just beefed it! It’ll just stand here and laugh historically, from something other than you beefing it! Mr. M: Mark you never give it a rest do you! Mark Adkins: I try, but your just to easy! Trip: Yeah you’re a fat snuggly ball of laughs! ((Mr. M pull‘s himself up as they all jump on the ski lift. It pull‘s them over to a bigger ski course, but not that big as they jump off the ski lift as it stops. Mr. M of course fall‘s on his face as both Mark and the other guy bust out laughing. They ride the ski lope down some as they stop, as this slope is just a little to much for them.)) Mark Adkins: Bastard’s. Mr. M: I know I thought this was bunny slope number two! Trip: Shut up you idiot! Mr. M: Shut up kid before I ground you! Mark Adkins: O.k. Children, calm the nerves! ((Mark spit‘s as it freezes before it hit‘s the snow, he look‘s up as both of them look at Mark like what the hell are you talking about.)) Mark Adkins: I mean look at all these people going down the slope so smoothly, damn show off‘s. There doing this like it‘s fun, but no we have to be stuck out this bitch for promotional purposes for this damn ski resort. Trip: What sort of Promotional Purposes (Trip turns and grins at the camera giving it one stupid wink.) might I say Mr. Adkins! Mark Adkins: Well Im glad you asked Mr. Trip. When you think of ski equipment (Adkins gives a wink at the camera also.) Think Foot locker! With ski boots like this you can do all sorts of things! Like this! KkkkkiiiiiiiiiiiccccccccccccccccccccccK ((Mr. M laying on his back obviously from getting a foot locker ski boot to the grill, he looks up knocking the snow from his face.)) Mr. M: (M spits out a piece of plastic form the boot.) True it may be promotional, it’s also a work out, and we make plenty of the scrilla, paper, cash, money, pesos, the green, what ever you want to call it, doesn’t matter to me but we get pay. Mark Adkins: Correction I get pay and then you pay me the same amount just for being in my presence! Mr. M: Shhhhh! (in a whisper) Don’t tell everyone! Trip: But Foot Locker sucks! ((Adkins kicks him in the face with his boot as Trip goes flying in the air as if he was a beautiful bald eagle?)) Mark Adkins: There goes yet another example of what these boots can do, and you can attach skis to them also! And then you can go out with your friends skiing and laugh at the fat guy of the group as he falls of his face! Mr. M: Shat’tup! ((Mark look‘s to the side as he sees one a skier fly down the slope beside them professionally as they move side to side. Mark flick’s them off, as he pull’s out the flask again taking a drink and passing it around. As Trip finally gets to his feet!)) Mark Adkins: O.k. that’s it, people keep looking at me like I can’t ski, yeah that’s right I’m talking about all you skiing son’s of bitches. I’m just about on the verge of thinking on close lining one of these fool’s. ((Mark sits down as he unlocks the snowboard from his other foot, both Mr. M and the other guy watch Adkins to see what he‘s going to do. He smiles at Mr. M as he stand‘s back up holding the board under his foot. He pushes the guy beside him back some as he moves the board back and forth to make sure there‘s no traction.)) Mark Adkins: You see that gullible mother fucker coming down the slope now, he can ski can’t he? Trip: Yeah Mr. M: Yeah! ((They all nod as the man comes down the slope almost right beside them Mark pushes the board out form under his foot as if slides out, the board moves right under the skier as he bust’s his ass hard on the slope. He fall’s on his face first as he roll’s hard and fast.)) Ssssssssssssppppllllllllaaaaaaaaatttttttttttt!!!!! Sssssssmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaasssssshhhhhh!!! Bbbbbbbboooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmm!!!! Mark Adkins: Not any more…. Trip: Damn M that dude did a better face plant than you! Mark Adkins: Your right, Mother Nature with a little help from Adkins, were a great team! ((Mark Low fives the ground!)) ((The beside Mark duck‘s some as he seems to somehow feel the man fallings pain. Mr. M puts his head back in the snow laughing his ass off.)) Trip: Damn dude… Mr. M: Damn! Mark Adkins: Fuck’in prick! Trip: Yeah that to! Mark Adkins: I’ve worked my magic! My job is done, now I may enjoy the outcome of the dastardly work I have committed to? Trip: What the? Mr. M: Fuck! Trip: Exactly M, are you talking about! Mark Adkins: You know…? Trip: O……K! ((The man that fell gets to his feet as he look‘s around to see what the hell happened as he pick‘s up his skies and stumbles off..)) Trip: Who say’s this ski thing isn’t going to work out. Mr. M: Adkins did! Trip: Well he certainly changed the scene a little. Mr. M: He’s still a prick! Mark Adkins: Yeah But I’m a prick with a passion, to give all fat people a lashen! Mr. M: Hey you can’t rhyme about my weight! Trip: I believe he just did Mr. M, I believe you got dissed to a high extent! Mark Adkins: See Trip hit the nail on the head! ((The man with them finally speaks as he’s finally found out to be Mark’s little 21 year old half Brother Trip Adkins.)) Mark Adkins: Never said we wouldn’t have a good time, just stated that I hate Idaho…. Mr. M: Yeah Idaho sucks! Trip: Yeah its far more worse than consecutively talking smack about fat people! ((Trip Adkins hand‘s Mark‘s flask back as Mark grab‘s it shaking it realizing there‘s nothing in it.)) Mark Adkins: You little underage bastard, drinking all my happy drink. Trip: But! But! Mark Adkins: Don’t you but me you little fuck! Mark Adkins: Back to Kansas with you Dorothy! Trip: Blah? ((Trip duck‘s as Mark act‘s like he‘s going to hit him.)) Trip: Hey don‘t trip, there‘s plenty where that came from right? But on another note, I saw plenty of I da Hoes in Idaho if you get my drift. ((Mark smack‘s him in the back of the head, as Trip belt‘s forward almost falling.)) Mark Adkins: Shut your young corny ass up, the only I da hoes your going to work with tonight is the Idaho Potato‘s where gonna eat for dinner. Mr. M: Yeah tell him! ((Trip jump’s at Mark with his head.)) Trip: I’m not cooking…! Mark Adkins: The hell you ain’t! We wont a seven course meal, my eight O’ Clock on the dot, or I’ll make you let Mr. M Beat you up! Mr. M: Yeah….? Trip: But that’s embarrassing! Mr. M: Hey! Mark Adkins: Shut up M! Trip, you here me boy! I can’t kick Big Poppa’s ass on a empty stomach! ((Mark and Mr. M scald him with there eye‘s as Trip puts his head down.)) Trip: I‘m cooking! Mark Adkins: How many courses! Trip: Seven! ((Mark look‘s his side as he sees skier‘s stopping and moving to the side of the slope. The Adkins move over to the side as they push through the crowd to see a side that reads Dead Man‘s Drop, Mark look‘s down as the crowd scream‘s for some brave soul to go, as they turn back and jump through back to where everyone‘s at.)) Crowd: Boooooooooooooooo!!! ((Some of the people turn around as Mark yell‘s "we'll do it", he hit‘s Trip on the shoulder and tells him to do like he does before Mr. M turn‘s around about to smack Mark.)) Mr. M: Are you out of your fuck’in mind look down that slope Mark, you must be stupid. Mark Adkins: You pussy, are you related to Big Poppa? Mr. M: No!!! Mark Adkins: Then be a man about it! Mr. M: O.k. Im hype as a MO FO now! ((Mark look‘s over the edge as he smiles, the mountain side moves down, over hill‘s, big drop‘s, many tree‘s a very dangerous looking course.)) Mark Adkins: Hey foot locker wants publicity right? Well here’s all of our chance to do this. Well give them that and a bag of chips! ((The crowd comes back around as more people come up as Mark pushes Mr. M and Trip to the top of the slope. The crowd goes crazy as Mark puts his arm up as everyone goes quite. He turn’s toward Mr. M and then Trip.)) Mr. M: I just can’t do this Mark, I can’t do it. Mark Adkins: Oh so fat man doesn’t want a bonus check does he! Mr. M: Shit….when do jump, when do we jump! ((Mark put‘s his hand on Mr. M‘s shoulder.)) Mark Adkins: Don’t be a bitch your either with us or not, this is part of making our money. If you want to be a pussy and go back up. Mr. M: I just stated that I was in 4-life! ((Mr. M nod‘s that he‘ll stay as trip smiles at Mark as he look‘s over at him.)) Mark Adkins: O.k. on the count of three boy’s, then we be men and take this slope like true soldier’s. ((Mark pauses.)) Mark Adkins: ONE…! ((he pauses again.)) Trip: TWO…! ((Trip pauses.)) Mr. M: THREE…! ((All three of them act like there pushing off as Mr. M does. He look‘s back as he realizes neither of them had on ski‘s or Snow board‘s. Mr. M rush’s down the mountain with great speed as Mark and Trip climb back on the mountain.)) Mark Adkins: Bonus check my ass! Trip: I feel evil. Mark Adkins: Yeah! (Mark grins devilishly) Me to! Trip: So why do I feel like this! Mark Adkins: Because you just let a men aged bald headed guy with no coordination or ability to sky go down the steepest mountain here just for the fun of it. Trip: I know it feels great! Mark Adkins: Yeah, I think it runs in the family or something! Trip: Yeah it was like a instinct to let him go without us! Mark Adkins: We rule! Trip: Boooya! ((Mark grin‘s as he walk‘s through the snow, Mark pull‘s out two Cigar‘s as he gives one to Trip as they light both of them up.)) Mark Adkins: Don’t look at it like we did a bad thing, he took one for the team he’ll be back in a few hour’s. Trip: Yeah with a full body Cast! Mark Adkins: Yeah but later in life he’ll look back on this and laugh to! Trip: Would you? Mark Adkins: No, but if he doesn’t I’ll just kick his ass! Trip: Can I join in! Mark Adkins: Sure just this one time, but after this you find your own manager slash bitch! Trip: O.k. I promise! ((Mark pull‘s out another flask as he hand‘s it to his brother.)) Mark Adkins: Let’s go polish up my boot’s so I can beat Big Poppa after I make him eat the sole out of them forcefully. Yeah which mean’s truthfully he’s going to be shitting leather for week’s oh and isn‘t that going to be ruff…and just maybe I’ll make a spot for another dint on my fist somewhere around the side for Poppa’s face piece, I mean seriously on Broken I’m going to drink a six pack, in the name of this match-up. Then crush five of those bastard ass cans leaving one which is me, why you ask am I drinking six when there‘s only two of us in the match, hell two beer‘s will just make me mad…Anyway fact is at Broken number dos plus dos which is four, Poppa is gonna act like a cat and puss out, be like a bee and buzz off, make like a banana and split, Mr. Big I got one last think to ask you…Cocked MILK??? Naw dude you suck you see this middle finger jump on it and twist!
I HATE YOU!!!...... Your such a tool!!! You'll never beat me! Why? Because you don't have what it takes. You never have! Mamas boy! Give me a break! Pussy You lilly livered bitch! Vine save your shit...pussy boy! Get out of my shadow! And stop doing this shit! It's gay! I rule!!! You lose!!!
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