Post by Mike Ragnal on Apr 2, 2007 11:54:32 GMT -5
*The scene shifts to what looks like the living room inside of Ragnal's house in the latest of night, with Mike and Sasha sitting on the couch Indian style, with Sasha rubbing Mike's shoulders as he enjoys the quiet massage.*
MIKE: Mmm, now that's good stuff.
SASHA: Well, you do need to relax, love. After Rick Mad, you're on a roll.
MIKE: Damn right I am. Once I get in the ring, Logan's not gonna know what's coming at him.
SASHA: Well, you better hope so. Otherwise you might still be at the bottom of the food chain when it's all said and done.
*Sasha laughs to herself and Mike just rolls his eyes.*
MIKE: No worries, babe. Heck, who knows? If I'm lucky enough, I might just go into contendership for the People's title, or the Hardcore belt.
SASHA: I'm sure you might.
*Sasha takes her arms off Mike, and stretches with a yawn. She stis up off the couch, heading out of the room.*
SASHA: I'm going to head for bed. You coming?
MIKE: Yeah, in a minute.
*Sasha can be heard going up steps, and Mike lies down on the couch. He grabs the remote lying on the ground, and turns on the television. He remembers he Tivo'd Slam last night, in case any family members came by so he could prove to them wrestling's not as fake as they think. But for some reason, he had a different reason for it tonight.
He fast forward through most of the show, getting through the opening match, then his own segment. As he sped through that, he thought to himself, "Man, that was dorky".
Soon he got to what he was looking for. His match with Rick. He played through the match, and turned the volume up. Trying to hear over the announcers, he could eventually hear what he was looking for.
Cheering.
Not just for Rick Mad, not by a longshot. He could hear them cheer him on for every move he did in that match.
Mike scratched his chin, thinking to himself. Had he done it? Had he actually become a favorite of the fans?
Mike looked up at the ceiling in thought, and a few seconds later, he came to a conclusion.*
MIKE: Naaaaaah!
*Mike turned the TV off, and as he turns off a lone lamp, the scene fades out.*
MIKE: Mmm, now that's good stuff.
SASHA: Well, you do need to relax, love. After Rick Mad, you're on a roll.
MIKE: Damn right I am. Once I get in the ring, Logan's not gonna know what's coming at him.
SASHA: Well, you better hope so. Otherwise you might still be at the bottom of the food chain when it's all said and done.
*Sasha laughs to herself and Mike just rolls his eyes.*
MIKE: No worries, babe. Heck, who knows? If I'm lucky enough, I might just go into contendership for the People's title, or the Hardcore belt.
SASHA: I'm sure you might.
*Sasha takes her arms off Mike, and stretches with a yawn. She stis up off the couch, heading out of the room.*
SASHA: I'm going to head for bed. You coming?
MIKE: Yeah, in a minute.
*Sasha can be heard going up steps, and Mike lies down on the couch. He grabs the remote lying on the ground, and turns on the television. He remembers he Tivo'd Slam last night, in case any family members came by so he could prove to them wrestling's not as fake as they think. But for some reason, he had a different reason for it tonight.
He fast forward through most of the show, getting through the opening match, then his own segment. As he sped through that, he thought to himself, "Man, that was dorky".
Soon he got to what he was looking for. His match with Rick. He played through the match, and turned the volume up. Trying to hear over the announcers, he could eventually hear what he was looking for.
Cheering.
Not just for Rick Mad, not by a longshot. He could hear them cheer him on for every move he did in that match.
Mike scratched his chin, thinking to himself. Had he done it? Had he actually become a favorite of the fans?
Mike looked up at the ceiling in thought, and a few seconds later, he came to a conclusion.*
MIKE: Naaaaaah!
*Mike turned the TV off, and as he turns off a lone lamp, the scene fades out.*
