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Cry Baby; 013
Topic Started: Jul 15 2010, 06:57 PM (76 Views)
Mike Harrison
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It was a lovely summer’s day in Long Beach, California. The sun’s rays were pelting down upon the many people who had gathered for the various activities available on one of California’s most popular haunts. Girls were playing volley ball in tiny bikinis, whilst others were simply topping up their already ample tans. The guys were playing everything from beach football to surfing, with the latter being the chosen activity of one Mike Harrison.

He had taken the short trip down the road to Long Beach from Malibu. It had been worth it for the waves hitting an average five and a half foot, more than enough for a gentle surfing workout. Nothing too taxing for our hero, who was used too much higher waves, and frankly preferred the thrill of waves that were big enough to surf through. There was only one other place he could gain such an adrenaline filled rush, and that was in the wrestling ring, somewhere he couldn’t wait to get back into at the pay per view.

Despite not making the filmed card, he knew he had a job to do. Dark matches were something Harrison hated, he never saw the point. Why the fuck should he open the card, he often thought, but then realised that he loved wrestling and got paid handsomely for his efforts. And despite this week only being a dark match, he had called the camera crews all the way to Long Beach so he could address his opponent – Shredder Black.

We stand waiting on the beach for Mike Harrison to emerge. He does this gracefully as he rides his board onto the beach from his final wave of the day. He bends down and picks up his board, placing it under his left shoulder, and stands up straight and walks towards us. As he finally reaches us he lifts his board and sticks it upright into the ground. He brushes back his almost shoulder length blonde hair, and stares directly at the camera with his sharp green eyes. His look said everything, he was a man on a mission, and this week he would not let anything get in the way of the task in hand – beating Shredder Black.

Mike Harrison: I bet you’re all wondering why I am stood here before you, in all my glory, when I haven’t even made the full card. Well, put simply, you don’t get rid of me that easily!

Mike grins at the camera and once again brushes his hair back behind his ears. He grumbled under his breath, cursing himself that he had lost his hair band in the sea.

Mike Harrison: So this week I have to prepare myself for a dark match. There are two ways of looking at these types of matches: on the one hand you are warming the fans up for the main card; but on the other, they are getting their refreshments and going to the toilet, so they don’t miss the main action, and those that remain have something to watch whilst they wait. I have always seen it as a bit of both, but nevertheless, I am taking this match seriously, as I want to win.

Although Mike promised his full effort for this match, his eyes certainly did not show the same thing, or at least they didn’t at the minute. He honestly didn’t look like he cared at all for a dark match, even if it was against one of his so-called rivals.

Mike Harrison: So this week I have to face Shredder Black. Kinda ironic that I have to face him again after what I did to him last week, but alas, beggars cannot be choosers, I guess.

He shrugs and once again he looks like he doesn’t care, but somewhere deep down inside he did, but he wasn’t showing it. He didn’t believe Shredder possessed anything that could beat him, so his calm demeanour certainly didn’t help the situation.

Mike Harrison: It is also ironic that I am facing a card baby. Someone who loses a match then turns on his partner, pathetic. A man who can’t even put up a decent fight then decides to take his adolescent anger out on an unarmed man. Aren’t you a big man hitting him again and again with a bat?

Mike scoffs cockily and brushes back the loose hairs that have fell back in front of his face.

Mike Harrison: Aren’t you a big man, Shredder, to attack a person who was trying to help you up to your feet after the arse kicking of a life time. A person who was trying to help wipe away your tears after you tapped on the mat like a girl...

Mike laughs, hoping that he angers Shredder enough to make this match interesting.

Mike Harrison: Yes, I remember you screaming and begging for mercy. I remember you tapping away, begging me to stop and let go, but I only let go after my message was sent. It is kind of ironic that we are now to face off one on one, but you know what mate, the result will not change this week. You are not suddenly going to stop being a drunk and a waste of time, but unlike last week, you will not be able to tag out for a break, or escape me in anyway. Because no matter where you turn, or where you try to go, I will always be there to knock you right back down to the mat. If you don’t believe me, wait and see.

Mike pauses for a moment as a volley ball lands at his feet. A smirk etches across his lips as he sees two gorgeous blondes walk into view, one shouting for Mike to throw the ball. He nods and picks up the ball, and walks over to them, whispering some sweet nothings in one of their ears and then to the other. They both giggle, and Mike hands the ball gently to the taller of the two, and watches as they both walk away. If he was single, he’d have been in there bikinis for sure.

Remembering he had a promo to finish he turns back to the camera. He walks slowly towards us, picks up his board and places it back under his left arm, and utters his final words for now.

Mike Harrison: Shredder, I embarrassed you and your partner last week. Every move you tried, I countered. Every time you attacked me, I countered. Every time you did anything, I countered and you ended up on the other side of a beating. What I am trying to say Shredder is that I was proven right last week that you are nothing more than a pathetic drunk and a waste of my time. This week is a waste of my time, but I will turn up, and entertain the fans once again. I will make you tap out like a little girl, again, and I will wait to hear your screams as you beg for mercy. Obviously you did not learn last week, so I will have to teach you this week. It is no skin off my shoulder, but it certainly will be off yours. Choke on that, sunshine!

Mike smirks and turns to walk away, deciding he wanted to watch some volley ball before heading off back home, to the one place he did not want to go back to this week.
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