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Passing The Torch; MM EP RP
Topic Started: Dec 4 2009, 12:30 AM (125 Views)
Mike Monroe
CZW Ultimate Role Player
We open on the inside of the Bell County Expo Center in Belton, Texas. We are in the middle of a CZW house show and the crowd is quieting down as Tim Timmons and "Mountain Man" Josh Newsome have just defeated two local wrestlers in tag team action. Before any in-ring action can take place, "Rebirth of the Temple" hits and the crowd get on their feet and goes nuts as Mike Monroe and Tatum Regan both make their way through the curtain. Mike stops and raises his Tag Title over his head, making the crowd scream even louder. He is wearing the new BA shirt with anime caricatures of all the members and the words, "Mess With One, Mess With All" on the back. Tatum has the same shirt on, just more form fitting to her figure. They slap some hands as they make their way to the ring. Mike rolls into the ring and holds the ropes open for Tatum for her to get in. They play to the crowd for a little more before one of the crew tosses a microphone to Mike who catches it deftly with his right hand.

Mike: HELLO, BELTON!

The crowd roars their approval at Mike's cheap pop. However, Mike taps the microphone in the back of his hand, as if the microphone isn't working. After a second, he raises the microphone to his mouth again.

Mike: Let me try this again. HELLO, BELTON!

The crowd gets even louder at the second go around.

Mike: Man, it feels good to be back here. I have spent some time in this very place a few times. I saw Bigfoot tear shit up during a redneck moment here and I was also front row to see Three Days Grace rock out a couple of years ago. Now I am on the other side of the barrier. And it is fun to make you guys happy. But enough ass kissing, because I ain't here to do that. I got some stuff I need to get off my chest.

Well our January ppv, "The PPV who must not be named" is finally starting to take shape, and we already have the first match signed. Myself and Eddie Rowan will be taking on the duo of Krimzon Blaze and El Pablo aka El Fuego for the CZW Global Tag Team Titles. Now we already know that this match will be a barn burner, more than likely getting match of the night honors. But let's not look to far forward into the future, I got my hand more than full this week. As a sort of preview of said title match, I will be going one on one with "The Five Star Superstar" El Pablo.

The crowd lets off a raucous response at the mention of CZW's beloved mouse/squirrel/human/? hybrid. Mike and Tatum actually help get the crowd excited.

Mike: Yeah, give it up to Pabs. Lately, that poor man has taken more shit than a porta john at a chili cook-off. Well, E of the P, here come another load. You know I have nothing but love for you, but come Dallas, it's nothing but business. And I expect nothing less out of you. You and I are both businessmen and we both know that a win here will give our respective teams plenty of momentum going into the ppv. So I don't expect anything less than your best out there this week. Actually you and I have a good long history together. Let us go back to that fateful day in Sydney.

I had just finished my match with Krimzon Blaze and some scrub who didn't last past that show. Anyway, as you all know, KB picked up the win in that match. Anyway, later that night, I had gotten back into my street clothes ans was grabbing a quick bite from the catering area, when Pabs had walked up to me just to give me a proverbial pat on the back. And for someone like him to even give some guy in a dark match the time of day meant a lot to me. I took his bits of advice and tried to improve myself. Granted, I amassed a record of 6-25-1 before I got my shit together. I still don't have the best record here, but I take it all in stride. Some good things have come from it.

Mike pats the front of his tag title belt to the approval of the central Texas crowd.

Mike: Trust me, I plan on holding this for a good long time. Anyway, as I continued my career here, me and EP's paths always seemed to cross. When they first introduced the North American Tag Titles, now the Global Titles, we both had teams in that match. The Five Star Gamblers were victorious that day, but it didn't really bother me that much. It made me work harder. Because to me, I finally knew I had what it took to hang with the top guys, but I wasn't there yet.

Then came along the original Beautiful Agony. Me, Eddie, and Jake. We didn't ask for anything. We took what we wanted and it finally started to open eyes that we needed to be taken seriously. But, there were still some non believers. Until one day in Columbus, Ohio. I'm sure most people were surprised when BA were introduced as partners of Team XTC in the second stable wars. And you are one of the people I have to thank, Pablo. While we didn't win that stable wars match, I made people open their eyes to the ways of "The Misfit".

The crowd responded with a "B-A! X-T-C!" dueling chant.

Mike: Right before that match, Eddie and I split under less than amicable terms. And once he left, I started hearing that we were done. Even after we added Kirkland, Brian Blaze, and Mike King, we still heard it. Even after the shit with Kiljoy and The Next Generation, all we heard was that it was just a matter of time. But when I took that month off for personal matters and the draft happened, I knew the death rattle had sounded. I had to do the right thing. I ended BA and everyone went their own way. It felt weird, for damn near the first time since I came here I had no allies, or so I thought.

I got a call from KB and he told me of an offer that was really hard to refuse. So I sat down with him, Ace, Pablo, and Ruthie and they offered me a spot in Team XTC. I couldn't say no. Especially after the three guys helped me get Tatum back. So, in one night, not only did I beat Kiljoy once and for all, I was the newest member of XTC. All of a sudden, people started to take notice. I heard "Wow, if he is in XTC maybe he isn't that bad". Hell in my short time there, I beat Buck Nasty, took Jesse and Jackal to the limit in a ppv setting, had my first WHC shot, won tag gold as one half of Tru Family Crew, and damn near won this year's King of Combat. Oh by the way, hey Brian, kick Fiscus's ass and bring home some more gold.

A very loud "SLEAZY, SLEAZY" chant started to the pleasure of both Mike and Tatum.

Mike: So, if anything, I want to say thank you, Pablo. Ever since I first started, you were one of the few who actually went out of your way to help whenever I needed it. Whether it was to help me with a new move, helping with said Kiljoy incident, or finding a maid's outfit that fit, you were a big help.

However, don't confuse my kindness with weakness. Because you know I will capitalize that in a heartbeat. I know you are on a rare losing streak, been there done that. I would be dumb not to take advantage of that. I know we are good friends and will probably exchange Guy Fawkes Day cards like we did earlier this year and will go out for a pint after this and probably pick up some less than angelic cougars, and probably wearing nothing but your mask and your tallywhacker, but I digress. This is actually a dream match of mine. You see, I didn't get into wrestling for the money, not that the checks hurt or anything. But, I got in to be the best in the world. And to be the best, you have to beat the best. Right now, you are one of the best. So in between the bells, we are going to go out there and put on a clinic. Good luck to you, friend.

The crowd lets out a very loud cheer that is more or less split down the middle between Mike and Pablo. Mike then gets a serious look on his face for a second.

Mike: Speaking of allies, or should I say "allies"...Cage Stryker, you little c**t hair...

There is surprisingly a good amount of boos for the former world champ.

Mike: ...man did you f**k up. Who gives a shit that you lost your title belt? Boo-hoo. If none of us lost our belts, The Alaskan Warriors would still be tag champs, and Lord knows we don't want that. You see you were fine when you beat McNally. You win, you lose. No big deal. But the after match assault was not needed. Maybe your memory is short, but about an hour before that match, I got good ol' BA back together. And Bryan is one of us. Like the back of our new shirt says, "Mess with one, Mess with all". You see, we believe in retribution. And we pay back in five fold.

You see, it doesn't matter if you are as beloved as Pablo or you are as big of a douchebag as Jesse Montana, you get on the bad side of one member, you piss off the other four. Oh, there will be blood. Lots of it. All I am going to say is, watch your back.

Mike drops the microphone to the mat as "Rebirth of the Temple" starts and the crowd erupts as we fade to black.
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