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Politics; 011
Topic Started: Jul 7 2010, 06:30 PM (42 Views)
Mike Harrison
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The scene fades in and we find ourselves in the lounge of Mike Harrison’s home in Malibu, California. Mike Harrison is sat drinking a cold beer alongside his long time best friend, Troy Trinidad. The two had been up and down the road together. Mike had always been behind Troy, as he was the big experienced wrestler, and a huge star. He had been a former world champion, and had won countless championship belts. But Mike had a less prolific belt record in his big time companies, but he still had that aura of a star. Mike knew that somewhere down the line his time would come, and sooner or later he would raise his first world title high in the air, and he couldn’t wait for it. It would be his boyhood dream, and the prospect of that happening although mouth watering, was very far away indeed.

The past few weeks had been hard on him. He had lost four matches on the bounce, and had gone from the main event to opening the card this week. It was hard to see his name at the bottom, but he knew deep down that he was there for a reason. But he wasn’t willing to admit that to anyone, he had too much pride, and is very stubborn. A win could turn it around and this week in his opinion was the perfect time for that to occur, but only if he got it right from the get go.

Troy Trinidad: You know bud, you are going to have to get a win at some point. You won your first match and lost every match since.

Mike Harrison: I have had some very tough matches, ya know. Like the cruiserweight battle royal, the royal rumble match thing, and a match with Havok and a tag match where Havok screwed me. So it isn’t like I’ve had an easy run, ya know.

Troy shook his head and leaned forwards towards Mike.

Troy Trinidad: You do realise that management couldn’t give a shit about your excuses? You do realise that management couldn’t give a shit about Havok screwing you over, or you losing two rumble type match ups. All they care about are winners. Winners bring in ratings and pay per view buy rates. Right now, you do jack shit for them except prop up the card.

Mike Harrison: Not true, that’s... not... true...

The hesitancy in Mike’s voice made it apparent that even he had a hard time denying Troy’s words. It was clear to anyone with half a brain that winners prosper in wrestling, and not the people who lose every week, no matter what the reason.

Troy Trinidad: Get your head in the fucking game, RIGHT NOW! I might be retired, but even I could kick your ass right now, and I haven’t been in the ring for well over a year, if not nearer two years.

Mike Harrison: I doubt that very much.

Troy Trinidad: How about you get in the ring with me during one of your training sessions and prove it?

Mike Harrison: Yeah, and get injured before. I know your background in injuring wrestlers, how many wrestlers have you injured again, five, no, ten?

Troy Trinidad: The only wrestlers I have ever hurt have deserved it. But you are too chicken to face me in a ring, you know I’d kick your ass. So I’m going to give you two choices.

Mike Harrison: They are?

Troy Trinidad: One, you dumb that fucking shit manager of yours, and that stupid fucking trainer, and you employ me. Or two, you keep the shit around you, and I’ll sit back and watch your career go so far downhill that even a former world champion like me could not revive your career. Your choice... balls in your court.

Just before Mike could give Troy an answer to his proposition, although there wasn’t much to think about, the door bell rang and Mike stood quietly and went to answer it. He had called for the FIW cameras and interviewer a good hour ago, asking for Rebecca Hunter who had agreed to come do the interview. She was late, and when Mike opened the door, she wasn’t the one standing in front of him. The FIW cameras were, but this time was a Japanese looking man, with extremely pale white skin, almost ghostly. Mike shook his head.

Mike Harrison: Great, I lose a few matches and they send this pale white, ghostly looking, and weird arse kid to my door.

Troy Trinidad: Not the time to get into politics Mike. That opinion of yours might be construed as racist!

Mike Harrison: What? I’m white, male, and I work. I am among the most oppressed in this land.

Troy Trinidad: Bullshit!

Mike Harrison: I am. I earn a lot of money and pay taxes. Oh, and people get places in government because they’re female or black or Asian.

Troy signals something to Mike – cut throat. He was trying to tell Mike to shut up because the camera was live and rolling, Mike turned and smiled uneasily.

Mike Harrison: I’m joking of course! Come in... Erm, what’s your name?

V: V

Mike Harrison: V? You have got to be fucking kidding me. Things just got a lot weirder Trinidad... and for the record, I’m taking you up on your offer. Those lousy fucks are gone, this is the last week I am having this weirdo interview me. I have standards.

Troy places his palm over his face and slowly shakes his Mike, as Mike once again forgets that the guy is stood behind him, as well as a live filming camera.

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A few minutes after another Mike Harrison gaffe, V is stood alongside Mike Harrison waiting to begin his interview. Mike had requested that they went out onto the deck, but V had told him under no circumstances was he going outside in that sun light for too long, so instead they were stood in the shade over on the far side of the living room.

Troy is still here, sat where he was before and this time drinking a cold beer. He looks over and couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Mike’s face. The scrunch up look of a man who is stood alongside someone he would never associate with, nor want to be in the presence of. But it had to be done, and Troy mimed some words to Mike – put your arm around him, kissy cuddle. Mike mouthed back – fuck off!

V: Excellent, everything is right...

Mike shakes his head and grabs the Mike off the weird little man and pushes him aside.

Mike Harrison: Screw that for a game of soldiers. There is no way I am having you interview me with that Mr Burns impression. Piss off to whatever rock you crawled from under. I thought Havok was bad, but hell, you’ve topped him! How the hell did you get a job here!

V didn’t answer. He simply looked back at Mike with a blank, vacant look. Mike motions to the cameraman to focus on him and him alone.

Mike Harrison: The past few weeks have not exactly gone my way. I have lost four on the bounce since winning my debut match. But despite four losses on my record looking rather negative, they have come at the hands of the top stars in this company. So I have competed with the best and fallen short, JUST. So there are positives to be gained from what has happened in the past four weeks, but that doesn’t mean that I want that run to continue. I want to get back to winning ways, and I intend to do just that this week.

Mike’s expression reveals his intent, but his look softened as he begins to talk about his tag team partner, someone whom he hoped he could trust. He’d been betrayed once already in the FIW by Havok, but hopefully El Valiente would be different.

Mike Harrison: Now El Valiente, I am looking forward to teaming with you. You are the type of wrestler I can rely on, hopefully, as you don’t seem to be the type of person who will stab their partner in the back. You also seem to be an extremely talented, high flying wrestler. It is a style that is close to my heart, and something I too excel in. So I think we could make quite an exciting team this week, and we could easily steal the show. As the fans love high flyers, and they love to see those high spots. If we give them those moves, we’ll bring down the house! So El, I hope we’re on the same page, and that we are both moving in the same direction. As beating this two bozos this week should be top of our itinerary.

Mike moves on, deciding not to linger on the issue of tag team partners any longer.

Mike Harrison: So, I think I best start with Ordici. Now Ordici, you are like me in many ways. You have been on a losing streak. But you are more talented than your win loss record makes you seem. So I have a great deal of respect for you, because you, like me, have currently been on the back of some “bad” results.

He motions in the air for inverted commas.

Mike Harrison: But unlike you, I have competed consistently, and I haven’t no showed in my responsibilities in coming out in front of the camera. Unlike you, I haven’t been afraid to address my inquisitors, the people who judge me for every single defeat. It is hard coming out in front of the camera after losing, especially week after week. But I have done it because it is part of my job, and I enjoy my job. Will you bother turning a promo in this week, or should I expect the silent treatment? It really makes me wonder because your partner isn’t exactly much better than you. But I guess you’re not a drunk, and you probably will know the rules of the match as well. So sure, you’re talented, but frankly, I am going to have to reserve my judgement on you because you have failed to deliver recently. Whereas me, even in defeat, I have delivered a very high standard. Prove me wrong, I guess.

Mike pauses for a moment and looks over to Troy who is tapping his wrist, indicating that he should get a move on. They had a round of golf to get to.

Mike Harrison: Shredder Black, I wonder, should I be worried about you?

Mike shrugs nonchalantly.

Mike Harrison: Yes, I should. You drunks can be rather dangerous, in a physical sense. But in terms of technically, I have you. In terms of intelligence, I have you. To be honest, I have you beat in pretty much every single area. So, what do you bring to this matchup? What could you honestly do to help Ordici win? I mean, last week you didn’t know the rules, you tried to pin your opponent in an over the top rope match. So, was that an act last week? Was it simply a mistake that will not happen again? I don’t know, but personally, it makes me wonder how you two will even pose a threat to me and El Valiente. We are legit hardworking wrestlers, whilst you two appear to be, well, a combination of a drunk and a coward.

A smug smirk etches across Mike’s lips as he begins to sum up.

Mike Harrison: So let me make this very simple so you both can understand my message, I don’t want you getting confused with all these big words. This week, El Valiente and I are going to come down to that ring, win, and do so in style. We are two of the best high flying wrestlers in the world, and we are going to be flying high at the end of the night. It isn’t going to be easy, nothing in life that is worth anything ever is. Believe me sunshines, I am not adding a fifth defeat to my name, especially to the likes of you two, oh no. You two aren’t in my league, I mean, you aren’t in our league. Sure, you can turn up and try your best, but off your recent efforts you won’t come close. But like I said to you, Ordici, prove me wrong, because right now, it looks like one nil to the high flyers. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy...

And with that Mike falls silent and our scene fades to black.
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