Post by mike on Aug 4, 2006 14:19:37 GMT -5
A cool breeze blew across the ocean and over my face as a sat in the sand, watching the sun rise. Every once in a while I liked to come down here and clear my head. Just the serenity of the ocean waves breaking onto the sand, and the wind following the contours of the beach was soothing. I loved being here, especially after hard times. It hadn't been an easy six months (give or take a few weeks) for me.
What with dying and all.
Record Skip!!!
"EEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!"
[Fade Up.]
"Jesus Christ people, cut the bullshit."
[It's him.]
[The man who caused more controversy down the end of his wrestling career than many who've ever graced the industry. A man who is no stranger to the ring, or the pit, or the cage, or just a straight up street fight.]
[One who is a master of deception.]
"You people are so fucking gullible."
[Michael.]
[McCormick.]
[You know him as Switchblade.]
"You really think I had goddamn H.I.V.
"
[The light flickers on. We're no where even CLOSE to a beach, but there is a CD playing in the corner with some "Soothing Sounds of the Sea" or some shit like that. In the center of the room there's a desk, and a large leather executive chair, in which McCormick sits. He's dressed in a cream suit and a white shirt, his dark brown hair slicked back, blue eyes sparkling. A sarcastic grin is spread widely across his face, as he leans forward.]
"You really thought I died??"
[He throws his head back and laughs, hard.]
"I swear, the types of people I'm around couldn't find their way out of a well lit hallway, with one door."
[He calms himself down, but the smirk remains on his face.]
"I had no intentions of coming back to this sport. Ever."
[Shrug.]
"I was just burnt out. No one was good enough to touch me, and I could wipe the ground with just about anyone I came in contact with."
[See: The Boys]
"I tried to form a tag team with Triston Connors. Good kid, lacking talent. Bottom line?"
[He places his hands on the desk in front of him.]
"I just got bored. So I "died" for all you schmucks to leave me alone."
[Heh. He said schmucks.]
"When I got the call that this reunion PPV was happening here in the OH-DUBYA-EF I couldn't resist being on it. Then, I got the match I wanted."
[His smirk disappears.]
"You see, Stephen Kasper and Lonnie Hinds have been NOTHING but a pain in my ass the entire time they've existed. Hell, they've been nothing but a pain in the ass, period.
It's a wonder their mothers didn't send them back."
[rimshot]
"One last match, all on the line. No titles, no bullshit, just Tower and Future against myself, and Connors."
[Eyebrow raise.]
"Yes, I realize I just mentioned that Connors was a no talent, but I needed a partner, and he was the last guy that I fought with who I can trust."
[Another man clears his throat off camera.]
"Oh, right. And he's gay."
[The camera pans right, revealing Triston Connors, grinning from ear to ear, dressed in a dark green suit, and leaning against the wall.]
"Jesus..."
[Both of them bust into a fit of laughter, McCormick almost falling out of his chair, and Connors slumping down on the wall holding his stomach. Moments later, the two stop convulsing, and McCormick wipes the tears from his eyes.]
"Fucking G-U-L-L-I-B-L-E!"
[Connors walks over and sits on the edge of the desk.]
"You honestly think that he...
[He points to McCormick.]
...thought I was a no talent??"
[Fucktards.]
"Mike and I have been training, and working out, and train..."
[McCormick cuts him off.]
"Uh, we have?"
[Triston's head drops, and shakes.]
"Moron...they don't know that!"
"Ha, right."
[Eyeroll.]
"Regardless. It'll be Fusion and The Boys. One last time, for all the marbles."
[McCormick and Connors smirk.]
"You guys can pick the stips. Fucktards. We'll still kill you."
[Heh.]
"See you soon "Boys"!"
[The camera begins to fade.]
"WAIT!"
[Back in.]
[McCormick is standing now.]
"I forgot about two people."
[Connors looks at McCormick with an odd expression.]
"What?"
[Switch smiles.]
"Pain, and Spiker."
[Lightbulb.]
"Just because you have your little match together, don't mean that I won't be around."
[Evil Smirk.]
"Watch your backs, fuckheads."
[Now we fade.]
[Out.]
What with dying and all.
Record Skip!!!
"EEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!"
[Fade Up.]
"Jesus Christ people, cut the bullshit."
[It's him.]
[The man who caused more controversy down the end of his wrestling career than many who've ever graced the industry. A man who is no stranger to the ring, or the pit, or the cage, or just a straight up street fight.]
[One who is a master of deception.]
"You people are so fucking gullible."
[Michael.]
[McCormick.]
[You know him as Switchblade.]
"You really think I had goddamn H.I.V.
"[The light flickers on. We're no where even CLOSE to a beach, but there is a CD playing in the corner with some "Soothing Sounds of the Sea" or some shit like that. In the center of the room there's a desk, and a large leather executive chair, in which McCormick sits. He's dressed in a cream suit and a white shirt, his dark brown hair slicked back, blue eyes sparkling. A sarcastic grin is spread widely across his face, as he leans forward.]
"You really thought I died??"
[He throws his head back and laughs, hard.]
"I swear, the types of people I'm around couldn't find their way out of a well lit hallway, with one door."
[He calms himself down, but the smirk remains on his face.]
"I had no intentions of coming back to this sport. Ever."
[Shrug.]
"I was just burnt out. No one was good enough to touch me, and I could wipe the ground with just about anyone I came in contact with."
[See: The Boys]
"I tried to form a tag team with Triston Connors. Good kid, lacking talent. Bottom line?"
[He places his hands on the desk in front of him.]
"I just got bored. So I "died" for all you schmucks to leave me alone."
[Heh. He said schmucks.]
"When I got the call that this reunion PPV was happening here in the OH-DUBYA-EF I couldn't resist being on it. Then, I got the match I wanted."
[His smirk disappears.]
"You see, Stephen Kasper and Lonnie Hinds have been NOTHING but a pain in my ass the entire time they've existed. Hell, they've been nothing but a pain in the ass, period.
It's a wonder their mothers didn't send them back."
[rimshot]
"One last match, all on the line. No titles, no bullshit, just Tower and Future against myself, and Connors."
[Eyebrow raise.]
"Yes, I realize I just mentioned that Connors was a no talent, but I needed a partner, and he was the last guy that I fought with who I can trust."
[Another man clears his throat off camera.]
"Oh, right. And he's gay."
[The camera pans right, revealing Triston Connors, grinning from ear to ear, dressed in a dark green suit, and leaning against the wall.]
"Jesus..."
[Both of them bust into a fit of laughter, McCormick almost falling out of his chair, and Connors slumping down on the wall holding his stomach. Moments later, the two stop convulsing, and McCormick wipes the tears from his eyes.]
"Fucking G-U-L-L-I-B-L-E!"
[Connors walks over and sits on the edge of the desk.]
"You honestly think that he...
[He points to McCormick.]
...thought I was a no talent??"
[Fucktards.]
"Mike and I have been training, and working out, and train..."
[McCormick cuts him off.]
"Uh, we have?"
[Triston's head drops, and shakes.]
"Moron...they don't know that!"
"Ha, right."
[Eyeroll.]
"Regardless. It'll be Fusion and The Boys. One last time, for all the marbles."
[McCormick and Connors smirk.]
"You guys can pick the stips. Fucktards. We'll still kill you."
[Heh.]
"See you soon "Boys"!"
[The camera begins to fade.]
"WAIT!"
[Back in.]
[McCormick is standing now.]
"I forgot about two people."
[Connors looks at McCormick with an odd expression.]
"What?"
[Switch smiles.]
"Pain, and Spiker."
[Lightbulb.]
"Just because you have your little match together, don't mean that I won't be around."
[Evil Smirk.]
"Watch your backs, fuckheads."
[Now we fade.]
[Out.]