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| Mike Harrison | Jul 2 2010, 07:58 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center]I Hate Clowns![/align] One of the most common fears for children is clowns. No one quite knows exactly what sets off a child’s fear in a clown: some argue that it is the makeup, with some clowns looking typically evil and scary at times; some argue that clowns don’t have borders, i.e., they are adults acting like children, and thus a fear of what they could be capable of emerges, for example, molestation; whilst the majority argue that it is caused by a childhood trauma, after perhaps a visit to a circus where the child becomes overwhelmed by everything that they see and hear, and with the clowns dressed as they are, with heavy makeup and over sized prosthetics, they can become quite unnerving to a child. In essence, no one quite knows why children, and even why some adults fear clowns, but one thing is for sure – Mike Harrison does not fear clowns! Mike has never feared clowns. In fact, few things came close to scaring him. His only real phobia, like many adults and children, was a fear of spiders. He hated the little and big blighters with every fibre in his body. But clowns, Mike did not fear. In his only visit to a circus with his best friend Darryl when they were eight years old, ended with Mike punching a clown on the nose and in the groin for scaring and making his friend cry. His friend had a subconscious fear of clowns, and had been triggered by the clown touching him when asking him to come on stage. Mike had reacted in the only way he knew, to fight for his friend and protect him. After this incident, Mike never once returned to the circus, and his friend was subject to months of visiting a psychiatrist. But from that moment on, Mike hated clowns. He did not fear them in anyway, but he sure as hell could not stand grown men dressing up as them and doing their silly acts. And as he grew older he always looked upon such individuals with suspicion, and thought that they were demented in some way, because men should not act in such ways unless they had ulterior motives. Perhaps a wrong assumption and stereotype, but one he has nonetheless. Weeks ago, when he was partnered with Havok, his assumptions and stereotype rose to the surface. He took one long look at Havok before the match was scheduled to begin and he shuddered. Something was not quite right about him, and that his reasons for dressing this way were simply not to get the crowd on his side or for gimmick reasons. The reason he did this was because deep down he believed this was who he was, and for some strange reason, he lived and breathed his attire and persona. It was one of the first times in Mike’s life when he had seen an individual in the flesh that was truly scary, and that made Mike cringe. He knew he could defend himself against him, but for Havok to act the way that he did, he knew that he did not want to get inside the man’s head. He was fucked up on the outside, so he sure as hell was going to be fucked up on the inside. But this week, he would face this demented individual and put him down, just like he did with the clown at the circus! The cameras fade in and we find ourselves on the beach in Malibu, California. We see Mike Harrison leant casually against a wooden beam, wearing a pair of black Nike shorts, a tight tank top, flip flops and a pair of brown shades. At first he doesn’t appear to be paying attention, but unlike most, Mike makes sure he knows his surroundings and what is going on. After all, you never quite know when you will need to know a good way to escape, as trouble can be round any corner, and as well as having to avoid the groupies that come with being a famous and popular wrestler. We approach him slowly and with that he finally turns his head to look directly at us, a smile breaches his lips and he waves us over. And within a few minutes he begins to address the camera, deciding that he needn’t waste time. Mike Harrison: Looks like we shall have to agree to disagree, Havok. I guess that was to be expected. Before this week neither of us liked each other, and we sure as hell were never going to agree with one another. But it appears that you either have a screw loose upstairs and have underestimated me and what I am capable of, or, well, you are trying to play a game and make me make the wrong move. Let me just inform you of something, Havok, I am not that dumb, and I certainly am not that naive. I know full well what you are trying to do, and frankly, they have failed. It is actually quite pathetic. Mike smirks cockily at the camera as he stands up straight, rather than leaning on the wooden beam of the deck of his beach house. Mike Harrison: I mean, I could address every single point, but I would be here all night and frankly, if I do stay that long, I am sure we will find ourselves lit up in the spotlight of the local police helicopter. As well, they don’t care too much for people on the beach at night. It is a teenager thing of having sex... He laughs as he finally stops and stands before us. Despite only being five foot nine, and two hundred and odd pounds, he is quite an imposing figure. Every muscle on his body was well toned and defined in its own way. Every fibre of his body was well trained, and he could last for hours in a ring if he needed to. He is in every sense the perfect athlete, and certainly lives up to his moniker of ‘Britain’s Finest’. Mike Harrison: Anyway, I digress. Now like I said, I will not address every point, but I will address a couple because I need to set some things straight, and also explain to you. Obviously I have used words that are too big for you, so I will try and keep this as simple as possible so you can understand me. Mike smiles smugly, and on the inside laughing off Havok’s remarks of him being more intelligent and better strategically. Mike Harrison: Now the first point of call is why I want this match, this week, because obviously you have not grasped the point. Havok, I want this match because I want to make you pay for what you did. You see, you may think that I did not deserve to be your partner a few weeks ago, and that you never betrayed me. But you did betray me. Whether or not you liked me, respected me, or even wanted to be my partner, you should have at least done the honourable thing and won the match before turning. Or at least have the guts to not turn on me whilst my back is turned, and I have been double teamed by our opposition. You’re a big man aren’t ya, Havok? You’re such a big man that you can’t even attack me to my face. If anyone is pathetic, it is you! Mike glares at the camera; his feelings for Havok are clear – pure hatred. Mike Harrison: Whenever I turn on anyone, I do it to their face. Whenever I attack anyone, or hurt anyone, I do it to their face. I make sure they know what is coming to them, so I cannot be accused of being a coward, and most importantly, of gaining the justification that I can take them down to their face so they don’t whine and complain about being screwed over. That is why I want this match Havok, to not only gain revenge for what happened, but to embarrass you as well! By beating you and showing the world that you could not have got one up on me to my face. The way I do business has always been face to face, but you are not that type of person. You are not a man, you are a fucking child. Just like that clown outfit of yours. Just like that fucked up mentality of yours. To dress and act as you do, is not only pathetic, weird, and so many other things... but it makes you look rather perverted, and your words only back that sentiment up. Mike grins mockingly at the camera. Mike Harrison: If anyone in this match is a joke, it is you, plain and simple. You see Havok, back in the glory days of this business you would not have been allowed in. You would have been in the loony bin where you belong. But times change and move on, and we are stuck with people like you. I might not like it, but there is not a great deal I can do about it. So I guess the feeling is mutual, you find me boring, and I find you’re an embarrassment to everything I stand for. I came into this business because I loved wrestling, and I live, breath and bleed wrestling. But you, you are here for your own perverted needs. I am not the joke, Havok, you are. This business needs men like me, but people like you it could do without. No wonder people turn to MMA when they see people like you on their screen. It makes a mockery of everything wrestling is supposed to be. Mike’s glare intensifies. He hated anyone who challenged his true loves, and he would fight for them and defend them with his life. Havok was everything Mike hated about the current state of the wrestling industry, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to stand by and let him ruin it this week. He just couldn’t lose, it would not be right. Mike Harrison: Let me give you another hint, sunshine. You cannot teach me anything about this industry. I am your technical superior in every way. I am your high flying superior in every way. And I am sure as hell a superior wrestler to you in every single way. Arrogant? Maybe. But I can confirm those things with my reputation in this business. I am held in high regard as one of the best technical and high flying wrestlers in the world. I am, Havok, one of the best at what I do, and that is the truth! You cannot deny that. You cannot call me a liar. Well, you could because you are a crazy loon, but you would only be making more of a fool of yourself... if that is even possible. Mike shrugs and brushes back a few strands of hair that have fallen out of place, to back behind his ears. Mike Harrison: On Sunday night, you might think in that fucked up mind of yours that you are going to teach me a lesson, and that you are going to beat me. But you are not going to beat me, Havok. You are not good enough. Like I said earlier, you attacked me whilst my back was turned, and you attacked me after I had taken a beating from our opposition. You didn’t even have the guts to turn on me whilst I could defend myself. You get your kicks off attacking people when they can’t defend themselves, now maybe that is a smart thing so they can’t hurt you, but it is also a double edged sword. As you see, Havok, sooner or later one of those people you screw over is going to come right at you, with everything they have, and when they do, you are going to have an untimely demise. Mike smiles sadistically. Mike Harrison: That is where I come in. For weeks, for months, hell, for however long you have been here you have been causing havoc... no pun intended. No one to date has been able to stop for, and I intend to do that. Or at least what I intend to do is knock you off that winning streak of yours, and prove to you that you messed with the wrong person, and that you will not get away with it. You might have fucked with everyone else and got away with it, but not with me. If they won’t take you down, I will. If they won’t knock two shades of shit out of you, then I will. Put simply, this week I am going to put you through hell no matter what outcome happens on that pathetic, pansy wheel of yours. No matter what, Havok, this week you will not be coming out on top. I will be putting you down! I will, end your streak! And I will, and I promise you this, smash that face of yours in and no amount of makeup will cover the scars that I leave! Mike removes his tank top to reveal his chiselled chest. His muscles bulge and reveal his perfection. Mike Harrison: That is why you have made the biggest mistake of your life Havok. I am not playing any games. I am not playing good guy, bad guy. I am not messing around in anyway. I am deadly serious about what I am going to do to you. People do not screw me over and get away with it. People do not defile this sport that I love and get away with it. You see, Havok, this Sunday night your trail begins... Mike grabs the camera and his face fills the screen. Mike Harrison: And on the same night, I will deliver your verdict personally... and I will not fail to carry out the punishment. I hate fucking clowns! I hate you, and I am going to enjoy tearing you to pieces! Choke on that, sunshine! Fade to black. |
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