[Strictly Business]
Forgetting the past and embarking on the future.

Patience; noun
The capacity, habit, or fact of being patient.

.:The cameras open up backstage at a door in what we guess is the parking lot for the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado. In the parking lot the scene is chaotic with fans, assassin security and paparazzi are lined up and are chomping at the bit to get a word from their favorite Chaos Heat Zone superstars after their night of performing. During the wait, a couple of drunks get out of hand and several fans get impatient but all changes as the door of the exit to the parking lot is busted open and coming through the door is Marcus Menace accompanied to his left by fellow Unholy Alliance member Mitchell Davis. The fans boo wildly at the two men as several fans hold out their autograph books, some take pictures and some record the moment on their video cameras or cell phones. Marcus Menace looks over at the Colorado crowd and gives an evil smirk, eating up their reaction and as soon as Marcus reaches his vehicle that is located in the parking lot, a woman shoves Mitchell Davis aside and approaches Marcus wearing a stunning black dress, with a pair of black high heeled shoes to match. This woman is dressed to kill but as we stare at her amazing figure, she motions for the cameraman who is with her...but also too slow to catch up...to come on. She brings the microphone that she is carrying along to the face of Menace and Marcus smiles at the fans in the parking lot who are barking, hollering and screaming threats and obsentities at the trio.:

Woman: Marcus, Marcus Menace...this is Jennifer Watson from Pro Wrestling Weekly...what are your thoughts on what you did tonight and the future of Sean Andretti?

.:Half the fans in the parking lot start up a "you sold out" chant while the other part start up a chant of "Andretti". Marcus Menace and Mitchell Davis look out in the crowd and as the chants from both sections of the parking lot subside a fan yells out loudly..."why, why, why?". Marcus looks down at the knockout attire from Jennifer and then looks down at her microphone. He puts his hand over the microphone, grabs it and throws it away as you can hear glass shattering in the background. The slight smirk that was on the face on Marcus Menace fades and looking out into the crowd that are hungry for autographs, flips them off. He then looks at Jennifer..:

Marcus Menace: How's that for your answer, Jennifer?

.:Jennifer Watson storms out of sight with her cameraman in disgust as Marcus Menace opens the door to his silver Chrysler PT Cruiser but before he finally decides to get in he gives the fans some last words.:

Marcus Menace: ...Fuck Jennifer...Fuck Denver, Colorado...and most importantly...FUCK YOU!!!!!

.:The crowd erupts into boos and Marcus enters his car as he peels off...and out of the Pepsi Center parking lot. The cameras fade.:

[Hours Later]

.:The cameras open up on what looks to be a dining room table, with a letter on it. The letter is addressed to Marcus Menace and as fast as we look at the letter, it is swiped away even faster. We pull back at the person who swiped the letter and the person is the man who we expected it to be. Marcus Menace. Marcus picks up the letter, followed by several other letters under the one we just saw and skims through them.:

Marcus Menace: Bill...bill...another bill...and hmm...what's this...wonder what this could be.

.:From afar, we can see that the letter Menace just expressed interest in, is the letter that we saw in the beginning. Marcus rips off the cover of the envelope and we follow Marcus as he throws the envelope into a nearby garbage and begins to read the letter. Marcus walks around and reads the letter to himself, finally completing it.:

Marcus Menace: Oh...shit.

.:Marcus looks around to see that nobody just heard what he just said...but seeing that the coast is clear, he pumps his fist in the air and does a terrible Michael Jackson moonwalk impersonation...that is seen by his fellow running buddy Mitchell Davis.:

Mitchell Davis: What the hell did you just call yourself doing?...I hope I didn't just see what I thought I just saw.

Marcus Menace: Um...you didn't.

Mitchell Davis: Besides, what are you dancing for anyway?

Marcus Menace: I'm...finally...cleared.

Mitchell Davis: From what?

Marcus Menace: From....this.....ass-muffin.

.:Mitchell Davis takes the letter from Marcus Menace and reads it over. After carefully reading, Mitchell nods and hands it back to Marcus.:

Marcus Menace: What Mitch?

Mitchell Davis: Nothing.

Marcus Menace: What is it Mitch?...something on your face is telling me that something is up.

Mitchell Davis: (Sighs) Marcus, don't get me wrong...I'm happy that your cleared to wrestle...and that you are facing Inferno this week...but don't you think everyone will get a little suspicious?

Marcus Menace: Suspicious of what?

Mitchell Davis: Get suspicious of.....everything. How everything was done. How everything was done all in one motion. All in one night.

Marcus Menace: What are you getting at?

Mitchell Davis: The boos, Marcus. They were not booing you because they hate you...they were booing you because they were suspicious. Suspicious that after Andretti lost two straight matches to the same person...lost the CHZ Hardcore Championship...and then...you send him away to a mental institution...then...you take his spot on the roster and you are facing Inferno. If you ask me...I think it's a little suspicious.

.:Marcus Menace and Mitchell Davis stare at each other and the feeling of anger is easily seen on the face of the Menace. He looks speechless and Davis watches on, waiting for an answer from him.:

Marcus Menace: I.....I.....you.....you're.....you don't possibly think.....no.....me?.....no.....

.:The door bell rings rapidly and Marcus Menace nodding his head in disbelief jogs to the door as Mitchell Davis is walking up the stairs. Marcus opens the door and granted his six feet seven, two hundred and ninety five pound frame doesn't see anything.:

Marcus Menace: Hello?...hello?...anybody there?

Voice: Down here!

.:Marcus Menace looks down and he sees a man who is about five three, is short, bald and fat...and looks very similiar to George Costanza from the hit sitcom Seinfeld. The man fix his glasses that were sliding off of his face and looks up at Marcus Menace who is looking at the man with a confused look.:

Marcus Menace: Who the hell are you?...Jehovah's Witness?...the girl scout girl giving out the peppermint cookies?...the U.S Navy guy?

Man: Is this the residence of Marcus Menace?

Marcus Menace: Yeah...this is Marcus Menace in the flesh. What can I do you for?

Man: Hi, my name is Aaron but I am also known as "The Truth".

Marcus Menace: The Truth?

Aaron "The Truth": Yes, "The Truth". I happen to be a huge fan of Sean Andretti...but also the man who introduced his promos.

Marcus Menace: I know who the hell you are. Just...get inside, I'm not in a good mood today.

Aaron "The Truth": Thank you.

.:Marcus Menace invites "The Truth" inside his house as the fans and the viewers are in plain shock, awe and terror as to what the man behind the promos really looks like in person. Marcus shuts the door and guides Aaron to his living room where Aaron takes a seat.:

Marcus Menace: So, before we begin this thing...you want anything to drink...anything to eat?...you are a big fella, you might be hungry.

Aaron "The Truth": No thanks, I ate on the way over.

Marcus Menace: What'd you eat big boy?

Aaron "The Truth": Well...I went out with a couple of friends...(Aaron fix his glasses that are falling off of his face.)...and we had some lobster and some shrimp. It was a great restaurant, I shall go back there.

Marcus Menace: Do you even remember the name?

Aaron "The Truth": Um...no. Actually...no, I don't.

Marcus Menace: (Murmurs) Why am I not surprised?

Aaron "The Truth": Say what?

Marcus Menace: Nothing. Now you said you went to a restaurant and they served lobster and shrimp.....

Aaron "The Truth: Uh-huh.....

Marcus Menace: Did they have...like a big logo on it or something?

Aaron "The Truth": Yeah. When I kinda think about it, the logo was big and on it was this red lobster on a plate. I think the lobster was smiling at me.

Marcus Menace: That was Red Lobster...you idiot!

Aaron "The Truth: Stop yelling at me!

.:"The Truth" pouts and crosses his arms like a child as Marcus looks on...freaked out.:

Marcus Menace: (Murmurs...again) Why do I always pull in the freak shows?

Aaron "The Truth": I heard that!!!!!.....I'm telling my mommy!

Marcus Menace: How are you going to tell her when she's not here?

Aaron "The Truth": Easy...she's waiting outside.

.:Marcus Menace goes to the door, opens it up...and just like Aaron said, his mother is waiting outside in the front of Marcus' house in what looks to be a Cutless Supreme. She waves at Marcus as Marcus shuts the door and walks back to the living room where Aaron is sticking his tounge out at him.:

Marcus Menace: Alright.....look you.....George Can't Stand Ya lookalike, you nerd and freak of nature...you better make what you have to say really fast before your "mommy" is taking you to the emergency room...and not your bed.

Aaron "The Truth": Well...if you say so.

.:"The Truth" gets up from Marcus Menace's couch, stands on Marcus' coffee table to gain some height on him and grabs him by his shirt.:

Aaron "The Truth: Now listen. Playtime is over jackass. I came here for answers and I'm not leaving without them. First, I want you...no...I demand you to let me introduce your promos...and second...I demand a answer from you as to what you did with Sean Andretti and why you just sent him away the way you did...you rotten cold blooded son of a.....

.:Marcus stares "The Truth" right in his eyes and he's had enough. He picks up Aaron from off of his coffee table, lifts him up and slams him right on his couch, breaking his glasses. Marcus holds down Aaron on the couch by his clothes and looks at him dead in the eyes.:

Aaron "The Truth": (Struggling to breathe) Ack.....I can't breathe!!!!!

Marcus Menace: So what?...now...you listen. I don't know who the hell you are and what you are trying to prove by coming all the way down here to Dallas, Texas and demanding answers. I mean you step into my house...you stood right there on my coffee table...wrinkled my clothes...and you want answers?.....Aaron....."The Truth".....or whatever the hell your name is.....you get....jack....shit! I want you to deliver a message to those people and your mommy that the dark days of the Unholy Alliance are over. We are forgetting the past...and we're embarking on the future. A bright future I might add. You might be suspicious of my actions...but I sent Andretti away because it the right thing to do...and nobody can judge me on it. I know what I did...and I know what I'm about to do right now.

Aaron "The Truth": And...w-what's that?

Marcus Menace: Kick you out.

.:Marcus Menace gives Aaron a grin, picks him up and at the door, puts him on his feet. Aaron sighs.:

Aaron "The Truth": Whew!

Marcus Menace: Aaron...did you really think I was going to throw you out of my house?

Aaron "The Truth": Thinking about it...no...not really.

Marcus Menace: (Pats Aaron on the shoulder) Well buddy...you really aren't smart as what you look like...because my man...you were wrong!!!!!

Aaron "The Truth": NOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Marcus Menace: Oh.....yeah.

.:Marcus opens the front door, lifts Aaron on his shoulders, takes him outside and kicks him down his front steps. Marcus Menace then turns around and shuts his door leaving Aaron. After several minutes, Aaron reaches his feet, picking up the papers that he carried with him and goes to the Cutlass Supreme where his mom is waiting. He opens the door and gets inside.:

Aaron's Mom: How'd it go Aaron?

Aaron "The Truth": He kicked me out...I guess that means no.

.:Aaron's mom, who was previously driving Aaron slaps her foot on the brake, stopping the car. She then looks over to her son who stares at her with a nervous look on his face.:

Aaron's Mom: Get out of the car...you bum.

Aaron "The Truth": But how do I get home?

Aaron's Mom: Walk...I don't care. Just...get out.

.:Aaron fulfills the wish of his mom and gets out of the car. He then walks down the block, with his clothes dirty and his head hung low as his mom speeds away. The cameras fade.:

[From the Inside]

"A mistake. A mistake. The last two weeks were nothing but a big whole hearted mistake and I apologize. I apologize to the fans who had to witness the mistake.....I apologize to the Chaos Heat Zone.....and most importantly.....I apologize to myself. I made a mistake several weeks ago...but in this business it's bound to happen. With me...it rarely happens. The mistake that I made, was the mistake of trying to form with what I thought at the time was going to be one of the greatest factions ever to grace the scene. The mistake that I made was making the group known as 'The Essence'. About two weeks ago, I thought up of the idea of meshing the talent of myself, Jeffery Archibald, Mitchell Davis, London Tate, Sean Scander and Patrick Rosco in an attempt to make myself look like one of the biggest geniuses of all time. About two weeks ago, I thought up the idea of meshing these guys together as one because it seems like a perfect idea. I thought up the idea of making 'The Essence because I thought that the name would sell tickets. I thought up this idea because I thought that it would bring people from all walks of life to the arena. The main idea of creating "The Essence" was the recreate history...but instead of our group creating history...we are history. I remember telling myself that London Tate, Sean Scander and Patrick Rosco were young and talented and my...oh my...it is funny how all in a matter of two weeks things change. London Tate could not even sustain his job for even a month, no one knew of Sean Scander until we showed up...and did Patrick Rosco even win a match yet?...hell, maybe Sean Andretti isn't the only one around the Chaos Heat Zone going insane. I mean...good thing I didn't make an invest in "The Essence", otherwise, I'd be a bankrupt old man. Just like you Tate. Tate, I created "The Essence" with the thought of doing things strictly by the books. I created "The Essence" with having the potential in my heart that we would go places. I had the thought in my brain that we could have something here...but you blew it. You were the one who just had to fuck the chemistry up, Tate and now you are known as nothing but a failure in the Chaos Heat Zone. I went about this from a business perspective...the way I always do things...and I made a mistake. I'm a man...and I will own up to the mistake. The terrible...terrible...terrible mistake on my part. But Tate, me and you...we have got some problems kid and if ever saw you again I would wipe the taste out of your mouth. Tate, you know me. If there is problem, you know where I'm at. Don't be afraid to pick up the phone.

Choices...choices...choices. In this life, we all make choices. Choices that we all believe are for the best. This past week at WILD, I decided to make a choice. A choice that was pending for quite awhile...and not many...well, actually...nobody liked it. I made a choice that I felt in my heart was right....and that was the choice of putting Sean Andretti in a home. I made the choice to put Sean there because this thing was getting out of control. I made this choice because I never saw Sean this way. I made this choice because I believe it is for the better and that in the end, everything will work out for Sean. But everyone believes that my intentions to send Sean away were bad. Everyone believes that my real intentions and my real reasons of sending Sean away were so I could get this shining chance to fulfill my dream and be on the Chaos Heat Zone roster. Well, I never was one for the people. I never liked the fans...so they can all go to hell. All of the fans can believe what they want...because nobody knows Andretti like I do. Nobody has been there for Sean as much as I have. Nobody has known him for as long as I have. I have been friends with Sean for nearly ten years now...when Sean was only thirteen. Me and Sean met while we were training at Stu Hart's dungeon. Sean was training to do this...but I was training just to work out. I would never do anything that selfish to jeopardize our friendship and I am just disgusted that everyone thinks that I am the bad guy. I did absolutely nothing wrong. Believe whatever the hell you want.

Now some people wonder who I am and what has brought me here today...and the answer of that is.....more than you think. It has felt like I have gone to hell and back...but I finally get this opportunity. I finally get to show what I am worth. I get a second chance at this business after nearly ending my career with a broken ankle. The injury occured when I was thirty two. I'm now thirty five...and the physical and emotional stress has been too much to handle, but I pulled through it. When I shattered my ankle on that Saturday night in Phoenix, all of the doctors...all of the fans...and everyone including myself believed that my career was over. That I was done...but after two years of hard work, two years of rehabilitation, two years of trying to rebuild what I started, I can honest say that this is a good rebuilding ground for my career. I can say to myself at the end of the day that this is where I got my jumpstart again...and that, this is where I will end the legacy. The Chaos Heat Zone. Almost a year ago to the date, Sean Andretti called me and told me that he was accepted to this company...and to look out for him on a European tour. From the minute I watched that show on July 9th, I was hooked to this company. I always told myself that whenever I could heal up and if I was in great shape...the Chaos Heat Zone would be where I would want to go. I always told myself that I would never be here. I always believed that I would be nothing more than a fan of this company...and of this sport but now...the dream that I always dreamt about is now coming to fruition. And yes, I may be thirty five and I may not be in my prime, but I can still get it done. I may not be in my glory days anymore and I realize that those days are long gone...but I still got some fuel left in the tank. I still have the drive, the heart and determination to say that I belong on this roster and even though sometimes I can look down, I'm not out. But I did not return to the pro wrestling business to prove anyone wrong...or to stalk a certain superstar in the Chaos Heat Zone...or to be in a huge faction and make friends...or to be signed to an endorsement deal by a company...or to be dominant. I did not come to the Chaos Heat Zone to win titles and be the spokesman for the company. I came here to do things that are strictly business and most importantly, I came here for the money. I came here to make a living, because unlike most of you young guys...who go out and party hard all night...I actually have a responsibility. I actually have a life to attend to. I'm happily married and I have a child. I came to the Chaos Heat Zone because I do not have anywhere else to go. It is not easy being a high school drop out and getting a job out there in the real world. It is not easy raising a child, even with help...and it sure as hell is not easy recovering from an ankle injury. Before my ankle injury, I was fine and everything was perfect...but since my ankle was shattered things went in a downward spiral. I could not afford to go back to being a bouncer at some frickin' club again. That just was not in my heart. This business is my heart and it is in my blood. I may not have been born and bred in the wrestling business like everyone else says...or claims they are...but I still have a passion for it...and until I hit the four zero...it will stay that way. The time is ticking on my career and I realize this. I realize that time is indeed of the essence and I do have to hold it dear. I realize that I am not like Lou Thesz, who wrestled at seventy two...or like that other "legend" who rips his t-shirt and dyes his hair blonde every other Sunday. I know that time is calling my name...but I'm not answering...not yet. Not until I get this last shot. I don't want to look back on my life when I am old...and crippled...and dead and regret anything. I don't want to regret anything I have done in my life...and so far...I don't. I have no fears...no regrets and I intend on keeping things that way. This week in my debut match, I have the opportunity of facing Inferno...and I am honored. I see this match as a great way to start my career over. I see this match as a great way to get my feet wet again and learn this company...and there could not be a better opponent for me to face than Inferno. Inferno...you have my respect...because you are a hall of famer...and you deserve it...but make no mistake about it...if you slip up once...I will be right there to capitalize on it...but most importantly, I'm glad to be back and show these young kids how the game is really played.

And so some still wonder who I am. Who is the man behind Marcus Menace...but not everybody gets everything. Rome was not build in a day...but...in due time...you will know who I am. In due time, you will recognize my face...and boo the hell out of me like you fans always love to due. Want to know who I am?...I am the unstoppable force...no...thee...unstoppable force and I am the Menace to Society who will make your lives a living hell. But no...seriously...all jokes aside...you want to know who I am?...I am not your friend. I am not your relative. I am not someone you take likely. Want to know who I really am?.....I am.....

Your enemy."