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I don't mind, because you don't matter; rp vs. Attic
Topic Started: Feb 19 2010, 01:35 AM (119 Views)
Mike Monroe
CZW Ultimate Role Player
OOC: I don't know much of what goes on in Japanese wrestling schools. This was just for rp purposes,. So I apologize in advance if I got anything wrong.

We open on a near pitch black room. The only light is from a flashlight, held by the shaky hand of a cameraman. As he makes his way through what seems to be a random maze of objects, he sees a flickering from the corner of his eye. He turns and follows a path towards the flickering light. As he gets closer, he notices the light is coming from a wood-burning stove. As he approaches it, he sees the form of an unknown person. They begin to speak in a deep, haunting voice.

????: Darkness consumes us all. No one is safe. The holiest of the holy and the unholiest of the unholy are one in the same. No one is safe from the journey to the inferno known as Hell. Your tormented soul will burst into flames and become nothing more that these smoldering embers in the bottom of this stove. For you shall remember thy name, FOR MY NAME IS..."

We then here a switch being flipped, which turns on some lights hanging from the ceiling. We see that the voice is coming from "The Misfit" Mike Monroe. He is wearing a shirt that says "PETA: People for the Eating of Tasty Animals", jeans and his usual black and red Etnies.

Mike: "...Boffo the Sleazy Clown. You want some candy?"

Mike chuckles a little bit as he stands up and stretches, his back cracking several times. He extinguishes the fire and starts meandering through the many boxes, almost as if at random. He then starts speaking while rooting though a box.

Mike: "Sam, you little master of puns. "Psycho" Sam Attic...Psychosomatic. That's cute, it really is. Out of sheer curiosity, I did some research into Psychosomatic Medicine. It seems that it deals with how the mind has some sort of influence over your physical well-being. Like how some of your physical disorders can be caused by stress and the like. Appearantly, this has been studied for over a thousand years. So this isn't a new concept.

But there was a phrase that popped up that piqued my interest. And that was "mind over matter". The concept that you can somehow block out pain mentally. I have heard of this mainly associated with people that walk over hot coals. But, why block out pain? Think about it. You stick your hand over an open flame, and get burned, the pain tells you 'Hey dumbass, move your hand, that shit hurts'. I for one don't mind pain. Not that I am a sadomasochist or anything. I use it to feed the adrenaline that keeps me going."

Mike stops going through boxes when he comes to a box labeled "Japan". Among the various mementos Mike pulls out, there is a photograph of a slightly younger Mike and with a small group of other guys. Even with a passing glance, one can see that Mike is the only non-Japanese man in the photo.

Mike: "I tell you right now, I can almost guarantee that training in a Japanese wrestling dojo is harder than most, if not all wrestling schools stateside. Not that there is anything wrong with most of these schools, it is just Japanese schools are tougher on you to make sure you have it down pat. Plus it is well known that they are much harder on gaijin."

We then fade into a scene in what seems to be a training facility in Japan. All of the students are situated in a circle, while what we assume to be one of the trainers is in the center of the circle, shouting instructions as they perform back bumps.

OOC (again): Since I obviously don't speak Japanese, any of it spoken by anyone will be in italics.

Instructor: Again!
Again!
Again!
Again!
Again!


The students continue to practice back bumps, but after another minute or so, the instructor has them all stop. He then walks over to Mike with a stern look on his face.

Instructor: Again!
Again!
Again!
Again!
Again!
Again!


This continued as Mike was the only one doing back bumps. We then fade into a montage (minus cheesy 80's music) of Mike going through the training. The instructor seems to be pushing Mike harder, yet almost has a smile on his face. At the end of this we see what seems to be some sort of graduation ceremony. As Mike comes up to the front of the crowd, the students and the instructor all begin to applause. Mike looks sort of bewildered.

Instructor: "I knew you had the ability, the class knew you had the ability, you just need to learn that you had the ability."

Mike realized all of this, smiled, and respectfully bowed to the instructor. We then fade back fade back to present times. Mike is still looking at the picture, then after a few seconds he puts the picture back in the box and closes the box. He then looks up at the camera with a somber look on his face.

Mike: "You see Sam, going to that school taught me alot more than hiptosses and headlocks. To get anywhere in this business, anywhere in the world, you need to earn the respect of all you work with and work for. No matter who your dad, mom, sister, brother, or high school history teacher was, that only gets you so far. I have earned everything I have, and I wouldn't have it any other way. So we are gonna go out there, tear down the house, and go to the back knowing you didn't have to rely on your brother to accomplish something in the wrestling ring."

As Mike was getting up to leave, his phone started to vibrate. He answered it and instantly got a pissed off look on his face.

Mike: "He said what?! That little prick is finished. Yeah, I'll talk to you later."

Mike looks in the camera with that same look.

Mike: "Listen here, you little douchebag. I am far from a f**king jobber. I don't give a damn if you brother is Alan Fiscus or Jesus Christ himself. You don't have the right to start bitching and complaining when you have had only one match in CZW. And you didn't even win the damn match. Trust me, little boy, you wanna bitch about being a "curtain jerker", I will beat the nepotism right out of you. Then you can take yourself and your little gay pride jackets and go back to Kansas so The Tin Man can finger you in the barn. This is the big leagues son, it's about time you learned this.

Oh, and Alan? You better take notice what I do to that little bastard you call a brother. Because one of these days here soon, you and me are gonna lock horns, and it ain't gonna be pretty. Believe that."
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