Mahoney/Vincent Vs Predator/Mike C

[Daniel Landson]

MAINEVENT

Tag team match

*If Mahoney is able to get the pinfall, he earns a title shot against Predator one last time

[The Predator]

Memo sent out to individuals of the Predator Nation mailing list:

Hello, fans and followers!

I want to first thank you for your continued support. I do what I do, each and every week, for you and you alone. You lift me up, and your enthusiasm has made every single achievement in my career possible. I am honored not just to be the World's Champion, but to be, eternally, your champion.

My management has asked me to address the Mike Mahoney situation. I feel to do this, formally, would be to give Mike credit he is not due. His personal collapse, and anguish at losing his title to me is neither my problem nor my concern. His cowardice and foul play have been a disgrace to the title he once held. He couldn't beat me when it was one on one, clean, and he couldn't beat me without help. I look forward to closing the chapter with him this week. 1, 2, 3.

To Mike C, I simply say, stay out of my way, or I will gladly break you in half. I don't need your help; Your pitiful losing streak following your own title loss shows this to be, in fact, a handicap match, and I am totally okay with that. Let the big boys play, Mike, and I won't put you through the ring.

To Vincent, I simply wish good luck. I have no quarrel with you, and will simply endeavor to defeat you and Mahoney fairly, and within the rules.

[thrashmetaldan]

The scene opens on Damien Vincent, sitting at his dining room table, wearing a white suit with a purple tie and black gloves. His long, blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail. The Champion’s Advantage briefcase and US title belt are sprawled out before him. He seems to be drinking a white wine, which he sets down and crosses his hands. As he addresses the audience, it’s without his usual scowl or venom. In fact, he’s smiling...almost too wide. Like a tiger bearing it’s teeth.

“Welcome, USPW nation. I don’t believe I’ve shown you around my humble abode previously. This is my home, and you are certainly welcome in it. You may wonder why I decided to hold this video shoot here, instead of my regular, dreary, abandoned warehouse. Well, I can say to you, for certain, that I am done with such foolish intimidation tactics. I, ladies and gentlemen, have truly seen the light. I am far better off in the company of my new friends than I ever was on my own, and it is they that have brought about this remarkable transformation in my life. I am jubilant. And it would never have been possible without the aid of Dale, Alice, and of course, my esteemed tag partner: Alexi Hayes. I hope that one day, you can all join us in our big, happy, family.”

His grin, somehow, grows even larger.

“And fortunately for you, you won’t have to wait long to receive word from the rest of us. I have it on extremely good authority that my benefactors will be making an announcement at the next event. How exciting of an opportunity for you all! Maybe, if you’re lucky, their words will affect you as deeply as they did me. And your life may be changed as well...

In the mean time, I suppose I have an upcoming match to address. And a very important one for my partner, Mike Mahoney. It seems that if dear Michael pins either my countryman, Mike C, or The Predator, he earns himself another opportunity at the World Heavyweight title! That prospect is just titillating to me. I know that this means quite a bit to you, Mr. Mahoney, and I can promise you with absolute certainty that I will do everything within my power to make sure our team comes out on top of this. You’ve been around here for awhile, and you’re quite the decorated champion. I’m sure working in you will be a valuable experience. To Mike C, from what I’ve heard, you’re something of a legend around the locker room! You and I seem to have the least stake in this match, but I’d be horribly disappointed if you sat it out. I’m looking forward to testing my strength against yours. I’m sure you’re...formidable.”

Damien rises and drinks the last of his wine.

“And lastly, I’d like to take a moment to address The Predator’s message as it pertains to myself. I can’t truly express to you just how honored I am that a man of your stature would wish me luck in this contest. Thank you so much for mentioning me in your memo. Which I received. Did you know I’m on your mailing list? I have been since I was a child. I’ve always followed your career, Dylan. And now, I’m honored to be a part of it. I look forward to competing with you. I’m sure it’ll be unforgettable.”

Damien chuckles and the camera fades out.

["Classy" Mike C]

The Revolution Will Be Televised...

Time gets distorted in professional wrestling. Minutes seem like hours, hours like days, days like months and months like...well, months seem to last longer than another Mike Mahoney match...

But after an eternity of contract disputes, management changes and disarray...Classy Mike C is back in USPW!

And, as his narrator, so am I...

The landscape of USPW, indeed wrestling in general, has changed dramatically over the summer. Not one but two management changes and an almost unrecognisable roster greet Mike C on his return, and where better to join him than his locker room backstage at the USPW arena?

Its much how he left it all those months ago when, after many a dispute with the management, Mike C decided to "phone it in". But i'm not here to give you adjectives, I'm here to give you Mike C...and here he is...

Mike C: USPW...its been too long, hasn't it? When I left this place it was because the USPW ownership were given two choices...let me help save the place or let me go. They went for the latter...hmm, worked out well huh? And now, after months of begging, I've agreed to come back. Come back to give you all some entertainment, to give you a raison d'etre...to make sure my legacy isn't sullied by the mediocrity that has been bred in this place since I left! But you'll hear more about that when you tune in to Freedom on Friday. Right now I'm here to address the THREE men I face on Friday...

Three? Mike C must have forgotten how to count, surely?

Mike C: Damien Vincent...Mahoney...Predator...

Ahh...classic Mike C. Pretending his team mate is his opponent...

Mike C: Now lets start with the easy one...Damien Vincent. Damien I know very little about who you are and I care even less, but you do seem to be the most articulate person who'll be sharing the ring with me on Friday...plus you're from my neck of the woods so...good work on being English I guess. Who knows, I might even enjoy what you have to say pre-match, but the fact remains that you are fluff. Non-descript, unimportant fluff. I hope you're better than I think you are because I actually want to knock some of the ring rust off during this week's event and not just coast through as I expect...Then there's Mike Mahoney...

A grimace is noticeable on Mike C's face, as it no doubt is on most people's face when they talk about the "MMA Superstar" and second best Mike in USPW history...

Mike C: Mahoney, Mahoney, Baloney...God how I've missed you Mike. Its nice, y'know, to be the best Mike in a company...I can only commiserate on my return robbing you of this joy. Y'see Mike, I haven't forgetton about you attacking me when, even out of contract, I was helping this company by appearing at an event. In fact, your callous attack was part of why I'm back...you're getting an opportunity to get another World Title shot...and I want to be the man who stops you. You might be the "MMA Machine", but to me all that represents is another robot who treats this sport quantitatively. I'm not here for that, I'm here to inject some spirit into this company, to take it back to what it once was, and I can't be dealing with your generic, facsimile style of wrestling. I cannot wait to break your dreams, break your heart and break your spirit. And then...there's...

Predator?

Mike C: Predator.

See, I told you so.

Mike C: Predator I don't remember you and I don't care for you, but clearly you know about me. And that's good because clearly you recognise the history of this company. I was, and now am, the best thing going around here and thank God you can see it. Now somehow you are world champion, and having seen your work I have to question that. You are not good at what you do, you are not original or interesting, and I'm glad that I only had to deal with you to kick your arse. This Friday you have a choice...you either stay out of MY way...

Just like Predator told Mike C to keep out of his way...duh...

Mike C: Or I beat you like the two we're pitted against. I'm the best thing that ever happened to this company, I'm the greatest ever champion, and I will take your belt. You can either accept that and prolong your reign...or you can like it...or lump it....

And with that Mike C ends his brief returning address. Tune into Freedom for the full scoop!

[thrashmetaldan]

Damien stares out the window of his home after the promo wraps up and the camera crew leaves. Rain is engulfing Washington outside, and everyone seems to be scuttling back into their houses. As he refills his glass of chardonnay, Damien seems disturbed by something. His characteristic face-twitch is going wild. He sits there, silently sipping and pondering, until his amoral stepfather and trainer, Crane Vincent enters the room. Crane has obviously come from his daily routine, judging by his sweatpants and lack of a shirt, (though most wouldn’t have guessed from the absence of sweat and heavy breathing). The scars running across his chest are massive, jagged, and hideous. He had told Damien as a child that most of them came in 1974 when he and Sultan Supreme competed in a broken glass match. When asked if the scars meant he lost, Crane showed the boy pictures of what had happened to the Sultan. Damien wept.

When he comes up alongside his stepson, he towers over him as always. The man had always been disappointed with the fact that Damien hadn’t grown nearly as large as himself, or his biological father.

“So, tell me, boy. Do you really expect the people to believe you’ve changed?”

Damien stares at him, scornfully.

“Believe it or not, you old sack of bile, I have changed. I may not be the simplistic hero figure the spin doctors want me to be, but my outlook has become more...complex. I understand the need for allies, now. And I respect both Dale and Alice for taking a chance on me, and Alexi for choosing to align himself with someone as volatile as I’ve been. Hayes isn’t an entirely unenjoyable person either. We were discussing strategy the other night and he had plans for my match that went far beyond mere chess match hogwash. This was more akin to The Art of War. He’s unbelievably talented, and I count myself lucky if I keep him as a tag partner.”

“Do you believe all of this bravado with the complimentary promotional events is necessary, though? I never pulled any punches in the news room, and I retired undefeated.”

“Crane, I don’t give a damn what you did! Times have changed. And I’ve evolved. And if this is what needs to be done to become achieve our goals, I’ll see to it that it’s done...I’ve nearly got him, Crane. I’m so close, I can taste it. I’ll finally have my fingers around his neck...then I’ll show him the agony that he put me though. Every last intoxicating moment.”

At that, Damien stops twitching, and smiles.

[Dave Anderson]

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