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Post by Vinny Falcone on Feb 24, 2011 21:49:40 GMT -5
You two RP here.
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Post by "Classy" Mike C on Mar 3, 2011 4:09:19 GMT -5
We open outside a police station. It's a spring morning and the streets are busy; commuters make their way to work, parents walk children to school, joggers rouse themselves, huffing and puffing in the morning sun. The camera zooms in on the station and out steps Global Wrestling Alliance's newest signing, Classy Mike C.
Mike C blinks into the morning Sun, clearly not having had much rest in his night in the cells. He strolls out into the street, almost immediately noticing the camera and GWA crew. Heading towards the camera, Mike C clearly holds little regard for anyone around him. He barges into a jogger, barely flinching as he does so. The jogger, clearly rather perturbed, looks up to scold his assailant before thinking better. Piecing together the police station setting, the musclebound offender and his clear determination, the jogger sheepishly continues on his way.
Mike C reaches the camera crew, positioned in an alleyway across from the station, and pauses before making his debut address.
Mike C: Global Wrestling Alliance, for those of you who are not aware I am Classy Mike C. And as you can tell by the fact that I'm exiting the police station at 8am on a Monday morning, I think you can deduce that I'm not always a very nice man.
He smirks at this suggestion and shakes his head.
Mike C: No fans, don't worry, this isn't some gimmick. I'm sure you watched on Sunday as I got into an altercation with a certain Nick Carraway. Now Nicky evaded arrest. Maybe it's his Canadian charm, maybe it's his babyfaced looks, maybe it's because he didn't spit at a police officer...could be anything. But I'd like to explain my actions, especially after so many of you were looking forward to my GWA debut.
Mike C: Now I decided GWA would be where I returned to the ring and I wanted to come in with a bang. I'm a quintessentially English kind of guy - no, not in the sense that I went to school with Prince William, go hunting with hounds and drink my body weight in tea. Oh no, I'm quintessentially English in the sense that I like a fight, and I love to make a big first impression. So when I see this featherweight Canuck collecting his bags at Nantucket International Airport or wherever the hell we are, I think is this really the man to propel my GWA career in a throwaway TV bout? Or would I be better beating the snot out of him here, then finishing the job live on pay-per-view? Well, no brainer really.
Mike C: Now Nick, I'm sure you're a nice young chap. Decent arsenal of moves and holds, want to make an impression, want to gain some fans. But on Sunday I'll be finishing what I could have done in departures. I'm not in GWA to mill around the under-card, I'm here to beat the hell out of anyone and anything until I reach the top. You're first Nick, whether you like it or lump it.
Mike C smirks and walks away as the camera fades to black.
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