Post by Cameron Corvis on Aug 8, 2009 13:45:37 GMT -6
Finding Mike Honcho was proving to be tougher then I anticipated. According to a variety of unreliable sources, Mike Honcho went my a couple different names. This detective work was difficult. I pulled up in my rental car next to a popular racing track called Bristol Motor Speedway. It looked fairly empty; I assumed there was no race here this week. I parked my car in one of the many vacant parking spaces and proceeded to head towards the entrance. The site from the outside was astonishing, I didn’t think auto racing was so popular… but it’s so boring. As I approached the front entrance I was stopped by one of the racing track attendants.
“Can I help you?”[/b]
I looked towards him, the file containing information on Mike Honcho near my side, and smirked a bit.
“Yes, as a matter of fact you can.”
The attendant paused as it wanted me to continue. Southerners…
“I’m in search of a fellow southerner by the name of Mike Honcho… have you heard of him?”
I passed over a picture of Mike and he took it, rather acceptingly, and shook his head no. How could this be?
“Are you sure? You’ve never seen this guy?”
The attendant took another glance at the photo, the same negative expression covering his face. He picked up his radio and calmly spoke.
“Hey, has anyone heard of a Mike Honcho?”[/b]
A few laughs were replied through the walkie, but no acknowledgement of anyone knowing who Mike Honcho was. Another failed attempt.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?”[/b]
I took the picture back from the attendant and put it back into Mike Honcho’s file.
“Nope, you’re no help to me.”
I walked back to my rental car; there were still a few places I needed to check.
I wanted the briefcase so bad that I needed to go to desperate mode. I put an ad in as many state newspapers as possible a few days ago, hoping I would get a lead on something. Until a few hours ago, I had nothing. I continued cruising down the interstate as I headed towards my next location.
“Foley, Alabama… home of Mike Honcho. The briefcase is mine!”
The excitement was beginning to get to my head. I wasn’t going to wait until Sunday… I was going to get it now!
“I wonder what he’s going to do when he see’s me? Most likely run… but this time, that wasn’t going to work.”
I looked down at the address given and verified that I was near. I took a couple left turns and then a right into a dirt road… that appeared to be a driveway. I wasn’t in Pennsylvania anymore. I continued up the fairly long road and standing next to his house or shack… regardless what it was… it’s seen better days, stood a stereotypical redneck. He had the whole teeth missing, straw chewing, and rugged look going. I was actually a bit fearful.
“Hey der…”[/b]
His English was awful, but I managed to understand him to an extent.
“Looking for Mike Honcho.”
I went to grab the picture, but the redneck had already begun to walk towards his house while waving me to follow. I quickly got out of my rental and followed him. I began to wonder if he had kidnapped Mike Honcho? Regardless… I didn’t care. I wanted my briefcase back by any means necessary.
“Just wanted to say thank you. I've been looking for this guy for days now.”
I had followed the redneck around his house to the back barn area. He definitely kidnapped him. As we entered the bar, I waited for the redneck to show me Mike Honcho tied in ropes. We talked towards the back of the barn as the redneck pointed.
“Dat der Mike Honcho…”[/b]
I looked around the corner and in a tub of filth was an enormous pot belly pig. I took a few steps back, a bit baffled by the whole situation as I looked back towards the idiot of a redneck.
“That isn’t Mike Honcho.”
The redneck now looked as confused as ever.
“No… dat der is eh… da Mike Mike Honcho.”[/b]
I didn’t really have time to deal with the issue as the pig squealing at me was already adding to my pissy mood.
“Keep your ugly pig…”
I brushed passed a very still confused redneck as I headed back towards my rental car. This was not going as planned, not at all.
I was on my way back to Memphis, where Fallout and Wired would take place in only a few hours. The search completely failed. According to everyone in the South, Mike Honcho did not exist.
“Mike Honcho may have escaped me during my search. But I know there is one place he will not be able to hide behind the southerners of the south. That is the ring in which we will compete in.”
I passed the sign that read Memphis five miles away. The briefcase was soon to be back in my possession. And Mike Honcho was soon to be dead.
“Fallout wasn’t supposed to be like this. Falcon and I were both supposed to get title matches. We were going enter as nobody’s and leave as champions. Mike ruined all that. He forced himself into the spotlight instead of earning it. He didn’t deserve to be in the same ring with me let alone have a briefcase that gave him the right to fight for nay nCw championship belt.”
My hands were starting to shake as the anticipation was beginning to set in. The Fed Ex Forum was off in the distance as I was only moments away to finally get my hands on Mike Honcho.
“I didn’t join nCw to have to deal with these types of issues. I came here to finally make a name for myself. Something Falcon and Spike were helping me achieve. I didn’t join to be attacked from behind every other week. First it was The Ace… then it was Mike Honcho. It was beginning to grow tiresome. Maybe after I teach Honcho a lesson, others will realize that it’s just not a very smart thing to do.”
The Fed Ex Forum was only a few blocks away… the traffic was immense. Fans were already in line to get inside and at this rate, I’d barely make it in time for our match. I wasn’t going to miss it if I had to park my car in the street and run into the building though.
“Mike Honcho’s long awaited arrival… not… would be ended shortly. The briefcase and my title shot would be back in my hands. I was going to be back in the spotlight… back to where I belonged… to where I deserved to be.”
I finally got through the mayhem of traffic and into the “wrestlers only” parking zone. It was almost time… my heart began racing… I’ve waited all week.
“When that bell rings, it will be the beginning of a new era in nCw. The era of The Forgotten. Falcon ill be victorious, Spike Kane will be the newly crowned National Champion and I will have my briefcase back. The only thing Mike Honcho did was delay the inevitable from happening and added an (censored) kicking to be remembered. You can bank on that…”
I parked the car in the next open spot. Mike Honcho was mine!
“Homes…”
Let the Forgotten era begin.
“Can I help you?”[/b]
I looked towards him, the file containing information on Mike Honcho near my side, and smirked a bit.
“Yes, as a matter of fact you can.”
The attendant paused as it wanted me to continue. Southerners…
“I’m in search of a fellow southerner by the name of Mike Honcho… have you heard of him?”
I passed over a picture of Mike and he took it, rather acceptingly, and shook his head no. How could this be?
“Are you sure? You’ve never seen this guy?”
The attendant took another glance at the photo, the same negative expression covering his face. He picked up his radio and calmly spoke.
“Hey, has anyone heard of a Mike Honcho?”[/b]
A few laughs were replied through the walkie, but no acknowledgement of anyone knowing who Mike Honcho was. Another failed attempt.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?”[/b]
I took the picture back from the attendant and put it back into Mike Honcho’s file.
“Nope, you’re no help to me.”
I walked back to my rental car; there were still a few places I needed to check.
*Hours Later*
I wanted the briefcase so bad that I needed to go to desperate mode. I put an ad in as many state newspapers as possible a few days ago, hoping I would get a lead on something. Until a few hours ago, I had nothing. I continued cruising down the interstate as I headed towards my next location.
“Foley, Alabama… home of Mike Honcho. The briefcase is mine!”
The excitement was beginning to get to my head. I wasn’t going to wait until Sunday… I was going to get it now!
“I wonder what he’s going to do when he see’s me? Most likely run… but this time, that wasn’t going to work.”
I looked down at the address given and verified that I was near. I took a couple left turns and then a right into a dirt road… that appeared to be a driveway. I wasn’t in Pennsylvania anymore. I continued up the fairly long road and standing next to his house or shack… regardless what it was… it’s seen better days, stood a stereotypical redneck. He had the whole teeth missing, straw chewing, and rugged look going. I was actually a bit fearful.
“Hey der…”[/b]
His English was awful, but I managed to understand him to an extent.
“Looking for Mike Honcho.”
I went to grab the picture, but the redneck had already begun to walk towards his house while waving me to follow. I quickly got out of my rental and followed him. I began to wonder if he had kidnapped Mike Honcho? Regardless… I didn’t care. I wanted my briefcase back by any means necessary.
“Just wanted to say thank you. I've been looking for this guy for days now.”
I had followed the redneck around his house to the back barn area. He definitely kidnapped him. As we entered the bar, I waited for the redneck to show me Mike Honcho tied in ropes. We talked towards the back of the barn as the redneck pointed.
“Dat der Mike Honcho…”[/b]
I looked around the corner and in a tub of filth was an enormous pot belly pig. I took a few steps back, a bit baffled by the whole situation as I looked back towards the idiot of a redneck.
“That isn’t Mike Honcho.”
The redneck now looked as confused as ever.
“No… dat der is eh… da Mike Mike Honcho.”[/b]
I didn’t really have time to deal with the issue as the pig squealing at me was already adding to my pissy mood.
“Keep your ugly pig…”
I brushed passed a very still confused redneck as I headed back towards my rental car. This was not going as planned, not at all.
*Hours Before Wired and Fallout take place*
[/center]I was on my way back to Memphis, where Fallout and Wired would take place in only a few hours. The search completely failed. According to everyone in the South, Mike Honcho did not exist.
“Mike Honcho may have escaped me during my search. But I know there is one place he will not be able to hide behind the southerners of the south. That is the ring in which we will compete in.”
I passed the sign that read Memphis five miles away. The briefcase was soon to be back in my possession. And Mike Honcho was soon to be dead.
“Fallout wasn’t supposed to be like this. Falcon and I were both supposed to get title matches. We were going enter as nobody’s and leave as champions. Mike ruined all that. He forced himself into the spotlight instead of earning it. He didn’t deserve to be in the same ring with me let alone have a briefcase that gave him the right to fight for nay nCw championship belt.”
My hands were starting to shake as the anticipation was beginning to set in. The Fed Ex Forum was off in the distance as I was only moments away to finally get my hands on Mike Honcho.
“I didn’t join nCw to have to deal with these types of issues. I came here to finally make a name for myself. Something Falcon and Spike were helping me achieve. I didn’t join to be attacked from behind every other week. First it was The Ace… then it was Mike Honcho. It was beginning to grow tiresome. Maybe after I teach Honcho a lesson, others will realize that it’s just not a very smart thing to do.”
The Fed Ex Forum was only a few blocks away… the traffic was immense. Fans were already in line to get inside and at this rate, I’d barely make it in time for our match. I wasn’t going to miss it if I had to park my car in the street and run into the building though.
“Mike Honcho’s long awaited arrival… not… would be ended shortly. The briefcase and my title shot would be back in my hands. I was going to be back in the spotlight… back to where I belonged… to where I deserved to be.”
I finally got through the mayhem of traffic and into the “wrestlers only” parking zone. It was almost time… my heart began racing… I’ve waited all week.
“When that bell rings, it will be the beginning of a new era in nCw. The era of The Forgotten. Falcon ill be victorious, Spike Kane will be the newly crowned National Champion and I will have my briefcase back. The only thing Mike Honcho did was delay the inevitable from happening and added an (censored) kicking to be remembered. You can bank on that…”
I parked the car in the next open spot. Mike Honcho was mine!
“Homes…”
Let the Forgotten era begin.