Post by Mike Ragnal on Feb 5, 2007 19:38:48 GMT -5
*Mike Ragnal is walking around backstage, with Sasha Pehl by his side. As she carries a clipboard, Mike has his arm hanging on her shoulders.*
MIKE: See that? Not only did I prove myself to be the better man of the three, but I also accepted Stryker's challenge for a non-title Hardcore match.
SASHA: Yes, but it's not just you, remember. Take a look at your competition.
*Sasha hands him the clipboard, and he goes through the several papers on it.*
MIKE: Pheh, took care of Kencedro and the Pie F***er, we got Stryker of course, and...Josh Woodrum.
SASHA: This should prove to be interesting, luv.
MIKE: Well, think about it. If I win this match, I could-nay, WILL-be number one contender for that title!
SASHA: You sure that's the smart thing to do? I mean, I've never seen you in a Hardcore match before, and I doubt you-
*Mike stops in his tracks, chuckling. Sasha stops soon after, looking back at him, wondering what's up with him.*
MIKE: Whoa, whoawhoawhoawhoaWHOA! If I have to remind you, I was a former UWA Hardcore Champion! Now granted, while that means jacks*** here, it means a lot to me. I know my way around these hardcore matches, trust me.
SASHA: If you say so.
*She giggles a bit, and pulls Mike in gently by grabbing his shirt collar. She runs her finger down his chest.*
SASHA: But either way, you're coming out of that match a winner. And only then are they going to remember that name of yours.
MIKE: Damn right! And THAT'S the Shocking Truth!
*Mike and Sasha continue their way down the hallway as we fad-*
SASHA: Hold on a tick.
MIKE: Hm?
SASHA: Who was the chum that beat you with the chair?
MIKE: Hm...I'll do you one better. Where were you that whole match?
SASHA: Bathroom.
MIKE: Ah, okay.
*Alright, NOW we fade out!*
MIKE: See that? Not only did I prove myself to be the better man of the three, but I also accepted Stryker's challenge for a non-title Hardcore match.
SASHA: Yes, but it's not just you, remember. Take a look at your competition.
*Sasha hands him the clipboard, and he goes through the several papers on it.*
MIKE: Pheh, took care of Kencedro and the Pie F***er, we got Stryker of course, and...Josh Woodrum.
SASHA: This should prove to be interesting, luv.
MIKE: Well, think about it. If I win this match, I could-nay, WILL-be number one contender for that title!
SASHA: You sure that's the smart thing to do? I mean, I've never seen you in a Hardcore match before, and I doubt you-
*Mike stops in his tracks, chuckling. Sasha stops soon after, looking back at him, wondering what's up with him.*
MIKE: Whoa, whoawhoawhoawhoaWHOA! If I have to remind you, I was a former UWA Hardcore Champion! Now granted, while that means jacks*** here, it means a lot to me. I know my way around these hardcore matches, trust me.
SASHA: If you say so.
*She giggles a bit, and pulls Mike in gently by grabbing his shirt collar. She runs her finger down his chest.*
SASHA: But either way, you're coming out of that match a winner. And only then are they going to remember that name of yours.
MIKE: Damn right! And THAT'S the Shocking Truth!
*Mike and Sasha continue their way down the hallway as we fad-*
SASHA: Hold on a tick.
MIKE: Hm?
SASHA: Who was the chum that beat you with the chair?
MIKE: Hm...I'll do you one better. Where were you that whole match?
SASHA: Bathroom.
MIKE: Ah, okay.
*Alright, NOW we fade out!*