Post by Mike Machado on Feb 21, 2010 23:56:42 GMT -6
“Sensational” Jason Blair: See, what I don't get is this: how the hell did you let him kick out? Of all your weaknesses, and you do have plenty, I did not expect your grip to be an issue. You know with all your.. extracurricular ..activities.
Blair straightens out his ruffled button down shirt as he lifts himself off the couch, looking down at Machado, who has his head buried in his hands. In front of them the modest TV in the living room is replaying the past weeks Suspense.
”Mediocre” Mike Machado: .. I forgot how long to hold him down for.
awkward, long, pause.
JB: Tell me that was a joke. Or a reallly bad excuse..
MM: I told you, man, I'm new to this whole pro wrestling thing.. I don't quite have a grasp of all the rules and nuances..
Jason throws his hands into the air, wondering how he can turn this man into a respectable professional.
JB: Christ, Mike.. The 3-count is not a nuance.. it's the very first thing you learn about wrestling when you're a kid. Everyone knows about the 3-count, you idiot!
Mike lifts his head to look Jason in the eye, pleadingly.
MM: At least I didn't get pinned Jason! At times I looked really good out there! I just, I have to train harder!
JB: I haven't given up on you yet, Mike. Everyone loses sometimes. Getting back on track is what separates..
MM: (interrupting)I know, it's what separates High-speed cables from the DSL's.. I know. And we got a lot going for us, man. We got tons of exposure from the “Up Late” Segment with Burns,not to mention a huge opportunity at Crossroads!
Machado bounces up off the couch with renewed vigor; ready to take on the world.
MM: What are we waiting for!? Let's hit the GYM!
JB: That's the spirit!
Blair tosses Machado a set of keys.
JB: Go start the car. I'll be out shortly.
Machado bounces toward the door, grabbing a gym bag on his way out. Blair turns and stares coldly as he addresses the nCw.
”Sensational” Jason Blair: Keep laughing. Continue to underestimate us. Think whatever you want about Mike's skill set, or lack-there-of. Please, continue to assume that athletic ability and natural born talent trump hard work, dedication, and most importantly.. sensational direction. I will mold this man into a contender. You will come to dread seeing your name next to his. He will be my legacy, my Mona Lisa; And you will all know that I am capable of great things. I can make something out of nothing, and I can make your somethings into nothings. At Crossroads, when we run through half of your entire roster of contenders, as all 7 men drown in the wake of the tsunami that will be Mike Machado, remember this day. Relish the present, because with my help, Mike will be painting a very different picture of the future.
Blair snaps his attention toward the door and walks through it with purpose.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
MM: Losing is a funny thing.
Mike sits on a bench in a sauna, steam rising off his body. He's still sweating from the workout Blair has just put him through, and visibly weakened and exhausted.
MM: It can define you as a person if you let it. The Detroit Lions have become habitual losers. The very definition of unsuccessful. However, it can also shape you in an entirely different way. It can become fuel. Trust me, I've never felt more fueled in my life.
Machado stands up, wearing nothing but a towel. Not a pretty sight. He opens the sauna and leans on a sink in front of a mirror in a small steamy locker room. He wipes the condensation off the mirror and stares into his mustached reflection.
”Mediocre” Mike Machado: All of this fuel, thanks to you, Jack Wilde. While you didn't pin me, you did defeat me. You crushed my morale, my confidence. Hell.. you kicked out of The Might of Mediocrity, my trump card, and the only actual wrestling move I had any real confidence in. Friday at Suspense you did all of these things.. I can only imagine how good it must have felt.
”The Mediocre one” pauses for a minute to compose himself. Turning his head to the side.
MM: The thrill of your first victory in New Championship Wrestling. The sweet sound of your name being announced to the reaction of little “Wilde-a-maniacs” everywhere. Yeah, I bet you really enjoyed it. I hope that you did.
Machado stares back into the mirror intensely.
MM: Because it isn't going to happen again at Crossroads. I will personally make damn sure that it doesn't happen again at Crossroads. Eight men in the ring can get hectic, but you rest assured: I will have an eye on you at all times.
Jason Blair barges through the locker room door, happy to add his 2 cents.
JB: That is, if you aren't too busy ducking and dodging the likes of Jack Hammond, a former world champion..
Machado cringes.
JB: Or Brad Kane, or Freakke..
A small shutter escapes Blair's face.
JB: I hate clowns.
MM: It doesn't look good for me, does it Jason?
JB: Not in your current state, it doesn't.
Mike Machado's head drops, obviously feeling defeated.
JB: But that is what you have me for. We have roughly a weak to get from New Orleans to Memphis. I got the whole thing planned. Calling this one a road trip..
The excitement on Mike Machado's face says a thousand words.
MM: ROAD TRIP!? A real, soul-searching, become-a-Jedi road trip?!
JB: ..Yeah.. something like that. Before we get to that, tonight, before we leave this town – we're going to tear it down. Let's get drunk.
MM: Sounds great. Just gotta freshen up a bit.
Not saying another word, Machado turns on the hand dryer next to the sink and opens the front of his towel, angling the head of the dryer toward his crotch.
JB: What in the hell are you doing!?
:MM: What? Gotta look sharp in case we get lucky tonight. Gonna be lots of wild, drunken women out there.. it's been a while for me.
JB: And that has what to do with you blow-drying your pubes with a damn hand-dryer?
MM: You don't keep the 'ole bush permed and pressed?
A look of utter disgust quickly makes it's way across Jason's face.
JB: I'll meet you outside. Strange, ..strange.. man.
Machado shrugs off Blair's comments and continues drying. Fade to black.
Blair straightens out his ruffled button down shirt as he lifts himself off the couch, looking down at Machado, who has his head buried in his hands. In front of them the modest TV in the living room is replaying the past weeks Suspense.
”Mediocre” Mike Machado: .. I forgot how long to hold him down for.
awkward, long, pause.
JB: Tell me that was a joke. Or a reallly bad excuse..
MM: I told you, man, I'm new to this whole pro wrestling thing.. I don't quite have a grasp of all the rules and nuances..
Jason throws his hands into the air, wondering how he can turn this man into a respectable professional.
JB: Christ, Mike.. The 3-count is not a nuance.. it's the very first thing you learn about wrestling when you're a kid. Everyone knows about the 3-count, you idiot!
Mike lifts his head to look Jason in the eye, pleadingly.
MM: At least I didn't get pinned Jason! At times I looked really good out there! I just, I have to train harder!
JB: I haven't given up on you yet, Mike. Everyone loses sometimes. Getting back on track is what separates..
MM: (interrupting)I know, it's what separates High-speed cables from the DSL's.. I know. And we got a lot going for us, man. We got tons of exposure from the “Up Late” Segment with Burns,not to mention a huge opportunity at Crossroads!
Machado bounces up off the couch with renewed vigor; ready to take on the world.
MM: What are we waiting for!? Let's hit the GYM!
JB: That's the spirit!
Blair tosses Machado a set of keys.
JB: Go start the car. I'll be out shortly.
Machado bounces toward the door, grabbing a gym bag on his way out. Blair turns and stares coldly as he addresses the nCw.
”Sensational” Jason Blair: Keep laughing. Continue to underestimate us. Think whatever you want about Mike's skill set, or lack-there-of. Please, continue to assume that athletic ability and natural born talent trump hard work, dedication, and most importantly.. sensational direction. I will mold this man into a contender. You will come to dread seeing your name next to his. He will be my legacy, my Mona Lisa; And you will all know that I am capable of great things. I can make something out of nothing, and I can make your somethings into nothings. At Crossroads, when we run through half of your entire roster of contenders, as all 7 men drown in the wake of the tsunami that will be Mike Machado, remember this day. Relish the present, because with my help, Mike will be painting a very different picture of the future.
Blair snaps his attention toward the door and walks through it with purpose.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
MM: Losing is a funny thing.
Mike sits on a bench in a sauna, steam rising off his body. He's still sweating from the workout Blair has just put him through, and visibly weakened and exhausted.
MM: It can define you as a person if you let it. The Detroit Lions have become habitual losers. The very definition of unsuccessful. However, it can also shape you in an entirely different way. It can become fuel. Trust me, I've never felt more fueled in my life.
Machado stands up, wearing nothing but a towel. Not a pretty sight. He opens the sauna and leans on a sink in front of a mirror in a small steamy locker room. He wipes the condensation off the mirror and stares into his mustached reflection.
”Mediocre” Mike Machado: All of this fuel, thanks to you, Jack Wilde. While you didn't pin me, you did defeat me. You crushed my morale, my confidence. Hell.. you kicked out of The Might of Mediocrity, my trump card, and the only actual wrestling move I had any real confidence in. Friday at Suspense you did all of these things.. I can only imagine how good it must have felt.
”The Mediocre one” pauses for a minute to compose himself. Turning his head to the side.
MM: The thrill of your first victory in New Championship Wrestling. The sweet sound of your name being announced to the reaction of little “Wilde-a-maniacs” everywhere. Yeah, I bet you really enjoyed it. I hope that you did.
Machado stares back into the mirror intensely.
MM: Because it isn't going to happen again at Crossroads. I will personally make damn sure that it doesn't happen again at Crossroads. Eight men in the ring can get hectic, but you rest assured: I will have an eye on you at all times.
Jason Blair barges through the locker room door, happy to add his 2 cents.
JB: That is, if you aren't too busy ducking and dodging the likes of Jack Hammond, a former world champion..
Machado cringes.
JB: Or Brad Kane, or Freakke..
A small shutter escapes Blair's face.
JB: I hate clowns.
MM: It doesn't look good for me, does it Jason?
JB: Not in your current state, it doesn't.
Mike Machado's head drops, obviously feeling defeated.
JB: But that is what you have me for. We have roughly a weak to get from New Orleans to Memphis. I got the whole thing planned. Calling this one a road trip..
The excitement on Mike Machado's face says a thousand words.
MM: ROAD TRIP!? A real, soul-searching, become-a-Jedi road trip?!
JB: ..Yeah.. something like that. Before we get to that, tonight, before we leave this town – we're going to tear it down. Let's get drunk.
MM: Sounds great. Just gotta freshen up a bit.
Not saying another word, Machado turns on the hand dryer next to the sink and opens the front of his towel, angling the head of the dryer toward his crotch.
JB: What in the hell are you doing!?
:MM: What? Gotta look sharp in case we get lucky tonight. Gonna be lots of wild, drunken women out there.. it's been a while for me.
JB: And that has what to do with you blow-drying your pubes with a damn hand-dryer?
MM: You don't keep the 'ole bush permed and pressed?
A look of utter disgust quickly makes it's way across Jason's face.
JB: I'll meet you outside. Strange, ..strange.. man.
Machado shrugs off Blair's comments and continues drying. Fade to black.