Post by "Classy" Mike C on Sept 20, 2012 8:45:59 GMT -6
Classy Mike C is one confused chap. Not in general, not like half the schmucks here, but on one little thing...
You see Mike C is, officially, "back". He's beaten Steve "Ace" Marley...I assume the "Ace" is sarcastic...he's earned himself a Global Title shot...but now...just when he thought he was going to save USPW...he has to face Cyanide Harvey.
Or Crysis Harvey...all he knows is that he's facing pretty much the same person twice in a row, with the catch being that they are actually very different people...
Mike C is sat on a park bench "musing". Its a lovely, early Autumn day but Mike C doesn't seem too happy if I'm being honest.
Mike C: Why, oh why? OH WHY!? Why did I come back for THIS?
Why did Mike C come back for beautiful autumn days? I don't know either?
Mike C: I'm a USPW legend...arguably...no definitely the single greatest, era-defining wrestler in the history of this company...and I get to compete with Your Poisonous Destruction...
Ahh, I get it now.
Mike C: You know USPW...and don't worry I know I'm addressing the camera, I'm not just chatting to myself...you know what gets me? This place is just a shadow of its former glory. Sure we've got an owner who actually gives a damn now, that's great, but where is the competition? Where is the passion? Unfortunately, the competition and the passion is solely with Tweedle-Cyanide and Tweedle-Crysis. I mean...Jesus?! Is this the best this company can offer? A man who failed miserably in the ULTRATITLE tournament and his idiot...somehow CHAMPION?!...brother?! Lord help me...No, more to the point...Lord help you Harvey Boyz...
Mike C is getting passionate now...or maybe angry, he shows both emotions in a similar way. He's on his feet, jabbing his finger into the camera, walking around and around and around...
Mike C: You see Cyanide...Crysis...you are the personification of the problems facing USPW right now. You have sent the company into "crisis"...that's c-r-i-s-i-s...unless that's your real name, and if that's the case your parents are horrible, you really need to learn to spell. And that "crisis" has made me suicidal. Yep...I want some "cyanide". But I'm a strong guy, physically and emotionally...and rather than top myself I'll instead content myself with ridding this company of dirty little skid marks like the two of you. I want to win everything...EVERYTHING...that USPW has to offer...but more than that I want to save this company. Beating you boys, firstly Cyanide...then Crysis...will help me achieve that. And y'know something? I really hope I can save you to. Watch me, listen to me, try and pay attention to what I'm doing as I destroy you...because if you boys want to be more like me...if you want to be great...then emulating me is your best choice. I will drag this company from the doldrums...that is a promise.
And with that the passion subsides, and a warming serenity seems to come across Mike C. He walks away wistfully as we...you know it...fade to black...
You see Mike C is, officially, "back". He's beaten Steve "Ace" Marley...I assume the "Ace" is sarcastic...he's earned himself a Global Title shot...but now...just when he thought he was going to save USPW...he has to face Cyanide Harvey.
Or Crysis Harvey...all he knows is that he's facing pretty much the same person twice in a row, with the catch being that they are actually very different people...
Mike C is sat on a park bench "musing". Its a lovely, early Autumn day but Mike C doesn't seem too happy if I'm being honest.
Mike C: Why, oh why? OH WHY!? Why did I come back for THIS?
Why did Mike C come back for beautiful autumn days? I don't know either?
Mike C: I'm a USPW legend...arguably...no definitely the single greatest, era-defining wrestler in the history of this company...and I get to compete with Your Poisonous Destruction...
Ahh, I get it now.
Mike C: You know USPW...and don't worry I know I'm addressing the camera, I'm not just chatting to myself...you know what gets me? This place is just a shadow of its former glory. Sure we've got an owner who actually gives a damn now, that's great, but where is the competition? Where is the passion? Unfortunately, the competition and the passion is solely with Tweedle-Cyanide and Tweedle-Crysis. I mean...Jesus?! Is this the best this company can offer? A man who failed miserably in the ULTRATITLE tournament and his idiot...somehow CHAMPION?!...brother?! Lord help me...No, more to the point...Lord help you Harvey Boyz...
Mike C is getting passionate now...or maybe angry, he shows both emotions in a similar way. He's on his feet, jabbing his finger into the camera, walking around and around and around...
Mike C: You see Cyanide...Crysis...you are the personification of the problems facing USPW right now. You have sent the company into "crisis"...that's c-r-i-s-i-s...unless that's your real name, and if that's the case your parents are horrible, you really need to learn to spell. And that "crisis" has made me suicidal. Yep...I want some "cyanide". But I'm a strong guy, physically and emotionally...and rather than top myself I'll instead content myself with ridding this company of dirty little skid marks like the two of you. I want to win everything...EVERYTHING...that USPW has to offer...but more than that I want to save this company. Beating you boys, firstly Cyanide...then Crysis...will help me achieve that. And y'know something? I really hope I can save you to. Watch me, listen to me, try and pay attention to what I'm doing as I destroy you...because if you boys want to be more like me...if you want to be great...then emulating me is your best choice. I will drag this company from the doldrums...that is a promise.
And with that the passion subsides, and a warming serenity seems to come across Mike C. He walks away wistfully as we...you know it...fade to black...