Post by Mike Mahoney on May 28, 2012 13:08:21 GMT -6
[The time is Sunday night, and the scene is just outside a fancy night club on beautiful Miami Beach, in the heart of south Florida. This venue is just minutes away from the American Airlines Arena where USPW Forsaken is currently going on. There are crowds of people who couldn’t find the time to get tickets to the show, watching it live on big screen TVs and drinking and dancing and having a good time. Wrestling was never dead to this city, this is the city that turned “YES! YES! YES!” into an overnight phenomenon.]
[Onto the scene, a yellow sports car pulls up. It attracts the gaze of even the most casual car fan, as it’s bright colors and purring engine are captivating. Bouncers come up to the sports car, and flash bulbs start going off. The door opens and out steps Mike Mahoney, fresh with the USPW Television Championship that had been vacant for almost a month. He takes off his sunglasses and holds his new championship high in the air, as the fans go wild cheering for their home town hero and a dazzling display of flashes from cellphones and cameras go right along with a chorus of echoing “Can I have your autograph!” among other affectionate fans sayings. Mike Mahoney had did it, he’s the USPW Television Champion.]
[Security escorts Mahoney into the club, where the live event can still be seen on the big screens. It looks like Phantom is taking the fight to “Classy” Mike C. Once the entire club realizes the champ is here, various chants and hoots and hollers break out. “MIKE MA-HONEY!! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* MIKE MA-HONEY!! *CLAP CLAP* Mike salutes the fans, then grabs a seat next to his favorite companion. His valet, Toni Frost, spins around on the stool and breaks out a bottle of liquor to celebrate. The crowd wolf whistles in syncronization.]
Toni Frost: You did it, Mike! You really did it!
[Toni leans in and gives him a big kiss on the lips. Mike Mahoney smiles the biggest smiles of his life as he takes her by the hand, and stands up on his bar stool, and takes a shot of his drink and addresses the fans.]
Mike Mahoney: No, babe… We did it! We all did it! All the loyal fans stuck by my side as I was forced into the ring with two of the most embarrassing wrestlers I have ever seen in my life. This victory is for the legitimate wrestling fans and MMA fans across the world!
[The crowd goes wild, but their attention is quickly shifted to the televisions as chaos is ensuing in the main event of the show. The Brian Magnum and AJ Johnson are in the ring, and Mike C is down. It looks like Phantom is about to win… One… Two… THREE!! New World Champ!! The crowd goes nuts!! They love Phantom and are ready for the new era in USPW!]
[The crowd is so caught up in the cheering and celebrating, Mike Mahoney and Toni Frost use this as an opportunity to slip out unnoticed and into the VIP room where they can have a little privacy. They share a quick kiss, but they soon realize they’re not alone. USPW Interviewer Chris King is here with an empty glass in one hand and a microphone in the other hand. Mahoney seems annoyed.]
Chris: Umm… Hey. Hey…
Mike Mahoney: You’re with USPW, right?
Chris: Ummmmmmmmmm…. *HICCUP* Yes… You’re with USPW, right?
[Toni Frost shakes her head in disbelief.]
Toni Frost: Can we help you?
Chris: Dayuuummm girl… Can I get yo… Can I get yo numbuhh?
[Mike Mahoney grabs Chris King by the collar and presses him against the counter he’s sitting at.]
Chris: Ok, ok! All I wanted to say was… Something, something bout the title *HICCUP* and umm, you have a match at Freedom against Izzy… Haha, his name is really Izzy. Like really. Are you ready for this cage match at the Ameri-Dome?
Mike Mahoney: Back to the Ameri-Dome? Hmm, this could be my last night in Miami for a while.
[Mike Mahoney exits the VIP room where the crowd has once again taken notice of him.]
Mike Mahoney: Guys, I got a flight to Washington D.C. tomorrow…
[Crowd boos. “F*** Washington!!”]
Mike Mahoney: Damn, I hate that dumb DC crowd… anyways, let’s celebrate tonight on the beach! One more victory for Miami before The Heat win the NBA Championship!!
[The crowd erupts into a frenzy as Mike Mahoney leaps into the arms of the Miami crowd, almost like a mosh pit! They carry him towards the door when he notices that the PPV isn’t over. Some blonde guy with a beard is on the mic and addressing the audience.]
Mike Mahoney: Wait… Wait guys!! I think there’s someone else left on the PPV talking… Woah, easy, down there!
[The audience pays no attention to The Idol’s closing words or Mike’s as they carry him out of the building, and the bar looks deserted. It’s a celebration on the beach on a warm Miami night, and the only person left watching the closing segment is Chris King.]
[Sort of. The scene fades to black.]
[Onto the scene, a yellow sports car pulls up. It attracts the gaze of even the most casual car fan, as it’s bright colors and purring engine are captivating. Bouncers come up to the sports car, and flash bulbs start going off. The door opens and out steps Mike Mahoney, fresh with the USPW Television Championship that had been vacant for almost a month. He takes off his sunglasses and holds his new championship high in the air, as the fans go wild cheering for their home town hero and a dazzling display of flashes from cellphones and cameras go right along with a chorus of echoing “Can I have your autograph!” among other affectionate fans sayings. Mike Mahoney had did it, he’s the USPW Television Champion.]
[Security escorts Mahoney into the club, where the live event can still be seen on the big screens. It looks like Phantom is taking the fight to “Classy” Mike C. Once the entire club realizes the champ is here, various chants and hoots and hollers break out. “MIKE MA-HONEY!! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* MIKE MA-HONEY!! *CLAP CLAP* Mike salutes the fans, then grabs a seat next to his favorite companion. His valet, Toni Frost, spins around on the stool and breaks out a bottle of liquor to celebrate. The crowd wolf whistles in syncronization.]
Toni Frost: You did it, Mike! You really did it!
[Toni leans in and gives him a big kiss on the lips. Mike Mahoney smiles the biggest smiles of his life as he takes her by the hand, and stands up on his bar stool, and takes a shot of his drink and addresses the fans.]
Mike Mahoney: No, babe… We did it! We all did it! All the loyal fans stuck by my side as I was forced into the ring with two of the most embarrassing wrestlers I have ever seen in my life. This victory is for the legitimate wrestling fans and MMA fans across the world!
[The crowd goes wild, but their attention is quickly shifted to the televisions as chaos is ensuing in the main event of the show. The Brian Magnum and AJ Johnson are in the ring, and Mike C is down. It looks like Phantom is about to win… One… Two… THREE!! New World Champ!! The crowd goes nuts!! They love Phantom and are ready for the new era in USPW!]
[The crowd is so caught up in the cheering and celebrating, Mike Mahoney and Toni Frost use this as an opportunity to slip out unnoticed and into the VIP room where they can have a little privacy. They share a quick kiss, but they soon realize they’re not alone. USPW Interviewer Chris King is here with an empty glass in one hand and a microphone in the other hand. Mahoney seems annoyed.]
Chris: Umm… Hey. Hey…
Mike Mahoney: You’re with USPW, right?
Chris: Ummmmmmmmmm…. *HICCUP* Yes… You’re with USPW, right?
[Toni Frost shakes her head in disbelief.]
Toni Frost: Can we help you?
Chris: Dayuuummm girl… Can I get yo… Can I get yo numbuhh?
[Mike Mahoney grabs Chris King by the collar and presses him against the counter he’s sitting at.]
Chris: Ok, ok! All I wanted to say was… Something, something bout the title *HICCUP* and umm, you have a match at Freedom against Izzy… Haha, his name is really Izzy. Like really. Are you ready for this cage match at the Ameri-Dome?
Mike Mahoney: Back to the Ameri-Dome? Hmm, this could be my last night in Miami for a while.
[Mike Mahoney exits the VIP room where the crowd has once again taken notice of him.]
Mike Mahoney: Guys, I got a flight to Washington D.C. tomorrow…
[Crowd boos. “F*** Washington!!”]
Mike Mahoney: Damn, I hate that dumb DC crowd… anyways, let’s celebrate tonight on the beach! One more victory for Miami before The Heat win the NBA Championship!!
[The crowd erupts into a frenzy as Mike Mahoney leaps into the arms of the Miami crowd, almost like a mosh pit! They carry him towards the door when he notices that the PPV isn’t over. Some blonde guy with a beard is on the mic and addressing the audience.]
Mike Mahoney: Wait… Wait guys!! I think there’s someone else left on the PPV talking… Woah, easy, down there!
[The audience pays no attention to The Idol’s closing words or Mike’s as they carry him out of the building, and the bar looks deserted. It’s a celebration on the beach on a warm Miami night, and the only person left watching the closing segment is Chris King.]
[Sort of. The scene fades to black.]
