Post by Mike Ragnal on May 14, 2007 13:37:46 GMT -5
Screwed again.
For the second time in WCF...he was screwed.
Mike Ragnal was about to make the pinfall...and then...the Television pulled him off...
And three seconds later...HE would win instead.
The first time, it was JJ Biggs two weeks prior to the War. He was gone now. This time, however, it was Bobby Cairo.
Mike sighed as he looked out the hotel window, while Sasha was on the bed, flipping through TV programs with her remote. He couldn't stand this for another second. Since becoming a part of the WCF roster, he had been looking to make a name for himself.
But how the HELL could he do it if he continued to get screwed out of opportunities?
"You alright there, luv?" His Aussie girl asked, chewing into a long Tootsie Roll.
"Yeah...I'm alright." He answered, not taking his eyes off the windows. "Just thinking is all."
"About what?"
"Just...stuff. Like WCF and all. A few weeks, and I finally get that Television Championship."
"I know. I can only imagine how excited you are."
Ragnal turned to his girl, crossing his arms as he leaned against the window. "Baby, you being sarcastic with me?"
Sasha clicks the TV off, and stands up off the bed, walking over to Mike and placing her hands on his shoulders. Quietly and calmly she answered, "Sweetheart...I just don't want you to get hurt accidentaly. I know how upset you are with Cairo, ofr taking your moment both times...but just remember, he's nothing to you. Just another obstacle to you."
Mike simply looks at the ground, turning slowly away from Sasha, looking back out the window. "I know...but...it's deja vu to me. This isn't the first time I get screwed out of a match victory. Remember when I was ABOUT to get one over Creeping Death?"
"And then JJ Biggs pulled you off?"
"Right...it's the same thing. And now...I'm facing Cairo for the TV title at Timebomb. At least...this time...I'll be ready. Because I have history on my side, Sasha. I've wrestled for the TV title, wrestled Cairo...so I know what to expect. I know how to make a strategy to win."
Crossing her arms, Sasha asked him, "And what if you lose?"
Mike, still looking at the actions on the streets, just shakes his head. "Not to be cocky or anything, but I won't. This is my third chance to become a champion in WCF. And you know what they say...third time's the charm."
"Well, I hope you're right, Mike. I don't know whether it's for the gold, or for what Cairo said to me prior to the match..." She could see Mike hang his head down, possibly because he had tried to block it from his head. "...But I hope you know what you're doing."
She approached him from behind, wrapping her arms around him, and laying a kiss to the cheek. Mike, out of habit, just smiled, placing his arms over hers. "You know I love you, right?" He asked.
She nodded as a response. "I do. And I know you know I love you."
"Heh...that's a mouthful."
The two lovers chuckle among themselves, and then Sasha slowly took her arms off of him. "I'm going to take a shower. You want to join?"
"In a minute. I need a bit longer to think."
Sasha nodded, and headed into thje bathroom. Mike looked out the window, thinking to himself.
It may not be important to Sasha, but she knows that nobody will stop until they have at least ONE title. But this is more than just that. See, the wrestling business is hard to make due with pay, especially since I'm still paying off college bills. So that's why it's important I win the WCF Television Championship.
That's going to be my engagement ring for her.
For the second time in WCF...he was screwed.
Mike Ragnal was about to make the pinfall...and then...the Television pulled him off...
And three seconds later...HE would win instead.
The first time, it was JJ Biggs two weeks prior to the War. He was gone now. This time, however, it was Bobby Cairo.
Mike sighed as he looked out the hotel window, while Sasha was on the bed, flipping through TV programs with her remote. He couldn't stand this for another second. Since becoming a part of the WCF roster, he had been looking to make a name for himself.
But how the HELL could he do it if he continued to get screwed out of opportunities?
"You alright there, luv?" His Aussie girl asked, chewing into a long Tootsie Roll.
"Yeah...I'm alright." He answered, not taking his eyes off the windows. "Just thinking is all."
"About what?"
"Just...stuff. Like WCF and all. A few weeks, and I finally get that Television Championship."
"I know. I can only imagine how excited you are."
Ragnal turned to his girl, crossing his arms as he leaned against the window. "Baby, you being sarcastic with me?"
Sasha clicks the TV off, and stands up off the bed, walking over to Mike and placing her hands on his shoulders. Quietly and calmly she answered, "Sweetheart...I just don't want you to get hurt accidentaly. I know how upset you are with Cairo, ofr taking your moment both times...but just remember, he's nothing to you. Just another obstacle to you."
Mike simply looks at the ground, turning slowly away from Sasha, looking back out the window. "I know...but...it's deja vu to me. This isn't the first time I get screwed out of a match victory. Remember when I was ABOUT to get one over Creeping Death?"
"And then JJ Biggs pulled you off?"
"Right...it's the same thing. And now...I'm facing Cairo for the TV title at Timebomb. At least...this time...I'll be ready. Because I have history on my side, Sasha. I've wrestled for the TV title, wrestled Cairo...so I know what to expect. I know how to make a strategy to win."
Crossing her arms, Sasha asked him, "And what if you lose?"
Mike, still looking at the actions on the streets, just shakes his head. "Not to be cocky or anything, but I won't. This is my third chance to become a champion in WCF. And you know what they say...third time's the charm."
"Well, I hope you're right, Mike. I don't know whether it's for the gold, or for what Cairo said to me prior to the match..." She could see Mike hang his head down, possibly because he had tried to block it from his head. "...But I hope you know what you're doing."
She approached him from behind, wrapping her arms around him, and laying a kiss to the cheek. Mike, out of habit, just smiled, placing his arms over hers. "You know I love you, right?" He asked.
She nodded as a response. "I do. And I know you know I love you."
"Heh...that's a mouthful."
The two lovers chuckle among themselves, and then Sasha slowly took her arms off of him. "I'm going to take a shower. You want to join?"
"In a minute. I need a bit longer to think."
Sasha nodded, and headed into thje bathroom. Mike looked out the window, thinking to himself.
It may not be important to Sasha, but she knows that nobody will stop until they have at least ONE title. But this is more than just that. See, the wrestling business is hard to make due with pay, especially since I'm still paying off college bills. So that's why it's important I win the WCF Television Championship.
That's going to be my engagement ring for her.
