Post by Mike Ragnal on Jul 1, 2007 2:12:24 GMT -5
Mike is walking out of the showers of the locker rooms of the arena where WCF is broadcasting from tonight, wearing a white towel around his waist. As he walks off camera, he begins to talk.
“So, it’s been what, five, six months since I joined WCF, right? About that much, yeah.”
The towel is tossed onto the bench that’s on camera.
“At this moment, though, I want to recap those of you just tuning into the show on what’s been going on since my debut. Now, when I made my debut, I made a promise to everyone watching that I was coming into WCF to make a name for myself. It didn’t happen off the bat, but the road to that very accomplishment started when I beat both Kencedro and Jason Briggs.”
Mike walks on camera, pulling his shirt down over his head. He then sits down as he continues speaking.
“Neither guy might be around anymore, but at least Briggs can give me some credit. After all, I gave him the clever nickname of Pie Fucker, since his name oh so closely resembles that of the American Pie star. Obviously nobody else picked up on that. After that, he and I were placed in matches together, whether it was the Hardcore Invitational Skyler set up, or that tag team match we were placed in against Alliance of Violence. I’m sorry, but it’s hard to work with a dude of his standard. He was so…inexperienced, let’s say. But another week, and he and that manservant Mr. Anderson shrunk their dicks into vaginas and went to Shimmer to wrestle. So for the first month of my WCF career, I broke a man’s spirit, and made him realize he isn’t man enough to step in the squared circle.”
“JJ Biggs, who must’ve been Jason Jr., but figured that if he went by that, he’d prolly be El Hijo de Pie Fucker or something like that, came next on my list. Since he cost me what would have been a victory in that War Preview match, I got a TV title shot the following week. Oddly enough, it was the first of many, and so far the only title I’ve challenged for time and again here in WCF. But sadly, in what I blame to be the fault of me and Sasha roughing it up too much, I lost to Biggs. But on the bright side, I entered the War match late…only to be eliminated about ten minutes later, without pinning or making someone submit. But, that’s life for you.”
“After War turned into peace, I wrestled Jimpy, some lunkhead that still isn’t around after like, a handful of matches. Losing, I got fed up with fearing I wouldn’t achieve the goal that I came to WCF with, and challenged Logan. The following week, I faced a former WCF wrestler, and apparent old foe of Logan’s. Some dude named Rick Mad. I dunno, my brother tells me a bit about him, but not much. Anyway, a week after I took Rick’s ass, burnt it, and roasted a marshmallow over it, I finally took on the Face of Treachery, Logan. In what may possibly be a match of the year candidate, Logan and I both fought hard. We went a good amount of time, wrestled every move in our arsenals…and then I lost after a Connector. After that…I started to think my career was gonna be cut short. And then…I heard it.”
Mike cuffs his left ear as he closes his eyes.
“It, of course, being the cheers of a crowd…a standing ovation…and a group of people chanting my name…it was right there and then I knew that I made a name for myself in Wrestling Championship Federation.”
“After being royally given my ass by Logan, a tournament was started to crown a new TV champ, since Jay Jay had just recently vacated the belt. I beat Johnny Craven, who’s been doing pretty well lately, and then lost to Cairo the following week.”
“That would be the moment where this feud starts off.”
After that, since I didn’t have anything else to do, I was put in a Triple Threat with Jay Williams and Biohazard. I like to think Jay and I put the most effort into that match, because really, he’s a cool guy. Though, being cool doesn’t count when I’m the one that won.”
“After that, myself and four others were given a chance to compete for the World title, becoming the last opponent for Skyler Striker’s WCF Championship in the WCF Championship Series. After everything was said and done, I thought I was going to go over and win the match, but…as soon as I felt the taste of victory, Cairo took it all away from me. He and I would get match number two at Timebomb, which I felt I would finally get the win, and finally propose to Sasha with the Television Championship…but the feeling was wrong. I failed myself, and Sasha…but then…it’s almost as if a miracle happened. Skyler Striker came and took out Bobby Cairo, and helped me up to my feet. Call it an act of pity, call it him looking to get a quick lesson in on Cairo…call it what you want, but I call it a damn miracle. After that…Skyler offered me a spot in a new tandem he was forming, alongside Danny Vice. And so…Index Three was born.”
Now, finally…just as recent as this past week, I defeated Michael “Thunder” Knight, a former TV champ himself, and a former World champion…I beat him for number one contendership to face Bobby Cairo.”
Mike takes a deep breath after talking for so long, as he pulls out his wallet, and looks at a picture of Sasha.
“Still…with the whole Cairo situation…there’s one thing missing. One problem that needs a solution. And…well…I’m that solution. I just…I hope it’s the right solution, that’s all. But…I want any fans that have actually appreciated my craft, and cheer me because I’m good at what I do, and not just because I’m one of the good guys, to cheer as loud as they can when I finally take Cairo down…when I leave a name for Cairo to remember, as I leave him a shell of a man.”
Mike gets onto his feet, rolls his head around so as to crack his neck…and stares into the camera.
“And that name, Cairo…may that name FOREVER…BE…RAGNAL.”
With one last intake of air through the nostrils, Ragnal walks off…and the scene fades.
“So, it’s been what, five, six months since I joined WCF, right? About that much, yeah.”
The towel is tossed onto the bench that’s on camera.
“At this moment, though, I want to recap those of you just tuning into the show on what’s been going on since my debut. Now, when I made my debut, I made a promise to everyone watching that I was coming into WCF to make a name for myself. It didn’t happen off the bat, but the road to that very accomplishment started when I beat both Kencedro and Jason Briggs.”
Mike walks on camera, pulling his shirt down over his head. He then sits down as he continues speaking.
“Neither guy might be around anymore, but at least Briggs can give me some credit. After all, I gave him the clever nickname of Pie Fucker, since his name oh so closely resembles that of the American Pie star. Obviously nobody else picked up on that. After that, he and I were placed in matches together, whether it was the Hardcore Invitational Skyler set up, or that tag team match we were placed in against Alliance of Violence. I’m sorry, but it’s hard to work with a dude of his standard. He was so…inexperienced, let’s say. But another week, and he and that manservant Mr. Anderson shrunk their dicks into vaginas and went to Shimmer to wrestle. So for the first month of my WCF career, I broke a man’s spirit, and made him realize he isn’t man enough to step in the squared circle.”
“JJ Biggs, who must’ve been Jason Jr., but figured that if he went by that, he’d prolly be El Hijo de Pie Fucker or something like that, came next on my list. Since he cost me what would have been a victory in that War Preview match, I got a TV title shot the following week. Oddly enough, it was the first of many, and so far the only title I’ve challenged for time and again here in WCF. But sadly, in what I blame to be the fault of me and Sasha roughing it up too much, I lost to Biggs. But on the bright side, I entered the War match late…only to be eliminated about ten minutes later, without pinning or making someone submit. But, that’s life for you.”
“After War turned into peace, I wrestled Jimpy, some lunkhead that still isn’t around after like, a handful of matches. Losing, I got fed up with fearing I wouldn’t achieve the goal that I came to WCF with, and challenged Logan. The following week, I faced a former WCF wrestler, and apparent old foe of Logan’s. Some dude named Rick Mad. I dunno, my brother tells me a bit about him, but not much. Anyway, a week after I took Rick’s ass, burnt it, and roasted a marshmallow over it, I finally took on the Face of Treachery, Logan. In what may possibly be a match of the year candidate, Logan and I both fought hard. We went a good amount of time, wrestled every move in our arsenals…and then I lost after a Connector. After that…I started to think my career was gonna be cut short. And then…I heard it.”
Mike cuffs his left ear as he closes his eyes.
“It, of course, being the cheers of a crowd…a standing ovation…and a group of people chanting my name…it was right there and then I knew that I made a name for myself in Wrestling Championship Federation.”
“After being royally given my ass by Logan, a tournament was started to crown a new TV champ, since Jay Jay had just recently vacated the belt. I beat Johnny Craven, who’s been doing pretty well lately, and then lost to Cairo the following week.”
“That would be the moment where this feud starts off.”
After that, since I didn’t have anything else to do, I was put in a Triple Threat with Jay Williams and Biohazard. I like to think Jay and I put the most effort into that match, because really, he’s a cool guy. Though, being cool doesn’t count when I’m the one that won.”
“After that, myself and four others were given a chance to compete for the World title, becoming the last opponent for Skyler Striker’s WCF Championship in the WCF Championship Series. After everything was said and done, I thought I was going to go over and win the match, but…as soon as I felt the taste of victory, Cairo took it all away from me. He and I would get match number two at Timebomb, which I felt I would finally get the win, and finally propose to Sasha with the Television Championship…but the feeling was wrong. I failed myself, and Sasha…but then…it’s almost as if a miracle happened. Skyler Striker came and took out Bobby Cairo, and helped me up to my feet. Call it an act of pity, call it him looking to get a quick lesson in on Cairo…call it what you want, but I call it a damn miracle. After that…Skyler offered me a spot in a new tandem he was forming, alongside Danny Vice. And so…Index Three was born.”
Now, finally…just as recent as this past week, I defeated Michael “Thunder” Knight, a former TV champ himself, and a former World champion…I beat him for number one contendership to face Bobby Cairo.”
Mike takes a deep breath after talking for so long, as he pulls out his wallet, and looks at a picture of Sasha.
“Still…with the whole Cairo situation…there’s one thing missing. One problem that needs a solution. And…well…I’m that solution. I just…I hope it’s the right solution, that’s all. But…I want any fans that have actually appreciated my craft, and cheer me because I’m good at what I do, and not just because I’m one of the good guys, to cheer as loud as they can when I finally take Cairo down…when I leave a name for Cairo to remember, as I leave him a shell of a man.”
Mike gets onto his feet, rolls his head around so as to crack his neck…and stares into the camera.
“And that name, Cairo…may that name FOREVER…BE…RAGNAL.”
With one last intake of air through the nostrils, Ragnal walks off…and the scene fades.
