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Back where it belongs; TV Title match rp
Topic Started: Oct 29 2010, 04:58 AM (108 Views)
Mike Monroe
CZW Ultimate Role Player
???? "Bitch, get off ME!!"

We open in a very busy nightclub in Melbourne, Australia. Given the size of the crowd inside the crowd, either it is an unusually busy night for (insert club name here), or word got out that some of the guys from CZW would be in the club. Either way, this takes us to where we started. We see that the words are coming from an obviously inebriated female club patron. The victim of her alcohol-fueled tirade? None other than CZW's own, “The Misfit” Mike Monroe. He looks taken aback slightly, almost surprised by her attitude. He swallows his rage and bites his tongue before speaking to her.

Monroe: “What seems to be the problem...miss?”

ODC (Obviously Drunk Chick): “My problem is you, you asshole. I come in here after a hard day of work, wanting to relax with a few drinks. And in you walk with your little tart, like this is some American dive bar, throwing your money around like a bloody millionaire. Plus you saw me when you walked up to the bar and you just pushed me out of the way, with your excess machismo and swagger. It is just disgusting.”

We see that Tatum Regan was behind Mike during this whole altercation and was about to come around him and physically assault the ODC. Before she could do anything, Mike put his arm up to stop her. He looked at her and shook his head slightly, non-verbally telling her that he would take care of the situation.

Monroe: “ I completely understand, ma'am. I'm sure standing on a street corner makes some one quite thirsty. However, if you were able to comprehend the world around you, you would have realized that not only was I in front of you, you kept bumping into me. But you know what, I'm a decent fellow. I'll buy this round of drinks, we call it even, and we go about our merry little way.”

Mike signals to the bartender and pays for his drinks and the drinks of the ODC.. She looks at Mike, looks at the strangely colored drink in her glass, picks it up and throws the drink in his face. Taken aback by this, he licks his lips, scoff slightly, and wipes his face off with a towel given to him by one of the bartenders. But before he can react, Tatum comes up and rams the ODC's head into the bar, breaking the martini glass with her face. The ODC slumps to the ground, half conscious, her face a crimson mask, glass shards still sticking in her face. Tatum looks down at her and spits at her before speaking.

Tatum: “Mike may not hit a woman, but I ain't afraid to whip a bitch's ass.”

Mike and Tatum turn and go to leave, but a big hand come down on Mike's shoulder and spins him around, putting him face to face with a very tall and wide Aussie, obviously ODC's companion.

ODC's companion: “OY! What gives you the right to put your hands on my woman, you bloody tosser.”

Mike looks right into the man's eye and snickers a little.

Monroe: “Tosser, huh? That's funny. First of all, if you would keep your hookers on a leash, that wouldn't have happened. Secondly, if you were paying attention, you would have noticed that I never laid a hand on her, which I wouldn't have since I was raised better than that. So I suggest that you take the advice I gave your little friend here, and go about your business.”

As Mike and Tatum turned to leave, the “gentleman” stopped them again.

ODC's companion: “ You ain't going anywhere until I say so, son. You wrestlers come in here like you are something special. I am gonna beat your ass just to show that you wrestlers are just as fake as your woman's tits.”

Mike just smiled as he took off his blazer and rolled up his sleeves on his button-up shirt. He looks at the guy and throws up a nod.

Monroe: “Fake, huh?”

Before the guy had a chance to react, Mike landed a sharp, quick kick right to the middle of the guy's kneecap. A sickening crack was heard as the guy screamed and fell, blood quickly forming on his pant leg. Mike then grabbed the guy by his shirt collar and started to pull him up and started dragging him towards the bar.

Monroe: “Get up you piece of shit.”

As they got to the bar, Mike had him put his mouth on the bartop.

Monroe: “Bite the wood! Bite the fucking wood!”

Even though he was fearful of what would happen, the guy complied. Mike steadied his head, took a few steps back, and blasted the guy in the back of the head with a vicious superkick.

-CRACK-

Everyone in the club stopped what they were doing as the guy slumped to the floor, some of his teeh fragments still in the bar. Some people began to check on they guy, out cold, and his mouth wide opened, obviously from a shattered jaw. Mike started to put his blazer on, when Tatum came up to him from the side.

Tatum: “You know, I have never been turned on more than I am now.”

Mike: “Really?”

Tatum: “Yeah, let's get out of here. Plus, I need to change. Bitch got her blood on my new skirt.”

Tatum and Mike made their way out of the club as the camera faded out.

The camera fades back into Mike's hotel room. We see a figure under the covers as “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold come from a cell phone on the end table. After some movement, we see that Mike was under the covers clad in only a pair of Family Guy pajama pants. He rolls over and grabs the phone.

Monroe: “Hello?”

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Monroe: “Yeah, I was there last night.”

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Monroe: “Well, I felt I was defending myself...well, no he didn't swing at me, I didn't give him a chance to...”

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Monroe: “What?! He wants to sue me? He's lucky they aren't eating out of a straw and pissing into a bag. What? Yeah, yeah, yeah...compassion and all that shit. I'll tell you what. I'm not doing any public apology or any stupid shit like that, but I will pay the hospital bill. He is lucky I'm gonna do that. Just send the bill to my house and I'll take care of it when I get home. Huh? Yeah, I'm still gonna be there for that, just make sure the extras are ready when I get there.”

Just as Mike hangs up the phone the door to the bathroom opens and out walks Tatum Regan wearing only a pair of boy shorts and a shirt that says “Talk Shit, Get Hit”. She walked over to the coffeemaker and poured her and Mike a cup of coffee. She walks over to the bed, sits at the foot, and hands Mike one of the cups of coffee.

Monroe: “Mmmm...a little coffee with my creamer and sugar. You know how I like it.”

Tatum: “We started hanging out on a Tuesday, just not last Tuesday.”

Mike just shrugs his shoulders in agreement before taking another swallow of coffee before standing up to stretch.

Tatum: “Who was that on the phone?”

Mike stands at the window looking at the Melbourne skyline for a second before responding.

Monroe: “That? Oh, it was nothing. It was just the CZW legal department. They were just calling because of that little scuffle from last night. Can you believe that dumbass and his idiot whore wanted to sue?”

Tatum just scoffed at the thought of them being sued.

Tatum: “The nerve of some people. We are such a litigious society anymore, am I right?”

Monroe: “You are just preaching to the choir, sister. I did agree to pay for their medical bills. Hell, with the exchange rate, it is only gonna cost me like 20 bucks anyway.”

Tatum laughed at the same time she took a drink of her coffee and almost spit it out across the room.

Tatum: “Don't make me spill this coffee, this shit is hot. You know, I don't know what has come over you lately, but I like it.”

Mike walked over to the bed from the window and sat next to Tatum.

Monroe: “I'm glad you like it because you are gonna see it for a very long time. After I beat Havok and hammered the final nail in the coffin of Beautiful Agony, I actually felt relief. A sudden calmness kinda washed over me. I'm gonna do those dumb cliches like talking about a phoenix from the ashes or 'I have seen the light, now pass the collection plate'. It about time to stop shilling t-shirts and keychain and go back to what made me money in the first place. Me.”

Tatum puts her hands on her hips and feigns having her feelings hurt.

Tatum: “Hey! What about me?”

Mike just smiles and pats her on the shoulder.

Mike: “Don't worry, little lady. You being part of the new me goes without saying. You have been with me since day one and I know that you will be with me until the end. So if I say me, that means you too. Happy?”

Tatum lays her head on his shoulder.

Tatum: “Much. Now what were you saying?”

Mike ruffles her hair before continuing.

Monroe: “What I was getting to was simply this...it is my time. It is time I do stuff for me...for us. Forget pleasing the crowd and doing what they want me to do. I'm gonna do what I want, when I want. And if they don't like it, put somebody in the seats that will. This is my time. This is my moment. This is my time to shine. Either get ready for the ride or get the fuck off.”

Tatum get up and stretches, but more seductively than one usually does.

Tatum: “God, the way you have been that last couple of days...all I have to say is thank God for self-control or you wouldn't make out of this room to win your belt back.”

Mike reaches over, grabs Tatum by the waist, and pulls her close to him, to the point that she ends up on his lap.

Monroe: “Is that so? You think you are capable of something like that? All I can say, little one, is be careful what you wish for.”

Tatum leans her head closer, so her and Mike's foreheads are touching.

Tatum: “Trust me, little boy. You have no idea what I am capable of.”

Before they could try to prove each other wrong, Mike's cell phone starts to ring again. Rolling his eyes at this, he crawls over the bed and reaches for the phone.

Monroe: “Yeah, what? Yeah, we will be down in a little bit.”

Mike hangs up the phone, get out of bed and heads for the shower.

Monroe: “Time to get ready. Our car is waiting for us to go do that promo.”

We see the two of them begin to get ready as the camera fades out. As we fade back in, we seem to be in a convention center of some sort. As the camera pans over a standing room only crowd, it seems to have a political flavor to the scene, almost like a rally type event. We see that most of them are wearing some of Mike's memorabilia, a handful wearing Tatum's gear as well. There are huge signs saying things like, “TV CHAMP 2010!”, “A CHAMP WE CAN BELIEVE IN!” and the like. A fevor can be felt among the crowd, which get real loud as Tatum Regan makes her way onto the stage.

Tatum: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main rally of Monroe 2010!”

The crowd begins to start a large “MON-ROE” chant. After a minute, Tatum motions for the crowd to die down.

Tatum: “Let's go ahead and bring out the man of the hour. He is a CZW Triple Crown Champion. He was the leader of one of the most dominant stables in CZW history. He is the longest reigning Tag Team Champion in CZW history. And after Horrorcore, he will be only the second 2-time Television Champion ever. Without further ado, I give you...”The Misfit” Mike Monroe!”

“Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold blares over the loudspeaker and the crowd goes insane as Mike walks onto the stage. He hugs Tatum as they meet halfway. He walks up to the podium and soaks in the cheers as they finally die down.

Monroe: “Hello, Melbourne!”

That cheap pop just gets the crowd riled up even more. It takes another couple of minutes to simmer down.

Monroe: “You know, I have noticed something lately. The title landscape in CZW sucks. I mean who do we really have as champion? A world champion that leaves this place more than a deadbeat dad in a trailer park? How is that a credible champ? A gay porn star and a Guitar Hero reject as tag champs? Are you kidding me?! They might as well shit on the titles I made. The IC title? What a crybaby! Dude, put on more guyliner and beat off to Twilight fanfic. The X title? Another title I made and it is held by the gayest superhero since Ace and Gary. Disgusting, just disgusting.”

The crowd boos at the mention of the current titleholders.

Monroe: “Don't worry my friends. I saved the worst for last. The illustrious Television Title. What a joke it has become. After I valiantly took it from a steroid monkey, I decided to make my reign a crusade. I was going to take on any and all challengers and smite them like the heathens and heretics they were. But that was taken from me before my vision could be complete.”

The crowd boos even louder at the mention of Mike's title reign ending so prematurely.

Monroe: “What happened? While I was tending to the lovely Tatum after a brutal attack at Summer Showdown, I was blindsided by the jealous and evil Jacob Havok. And who would show up and take advantage of my weakened state, but the MITB holder at that time, none other that Rob Wright. He decided to cash his briefcase in and take MY TV title. I mean who does that? Anyone with half a braincell would have used that on a world title shot. Instead, he takes something from me that he was never entitled to. Plus he knew that it was the only way he could beat me. Look at our history. I have beaten him nearly every time, even in elimination matches I pinned him. The few times he was able to beat me, he had to jump me before hand. Is that who you want as a champ?”

NO!!!!!

Monroe: “Look at who we have as a current champ. Pffft. The “Motor City Mexican't” Krimzon Blaze. The guy couldn't hold onto a belt if it was sewn onto him. Sure we were tag champs at one point, but I had to kick him to the curb. I mean I have strong shoulders, but I couldn't carry him all the time. Sure the first handful of matches we were in, he beat me. Even though he cheated to win the Towel match. No matter. Last few times, He has lost to me. And another thing. He says he won the TV title for me. Guess what, you damn garden gnome. You don't have to win my battle for me. Unlike you I hit puberty and my balls dropped. Just remember you have never had a successful title defense and come Horrorcore, I tend to keep it that way. You know what, Kaybez? You are a sell out. You are just a monkey for the corporate machine. You are just about selling t-shirts and under-roos. You forgot about the wrestling. But come our match, I will make you remember. That I promise.”

The crowd has been whipped into a frenzy at this point.

Monroe: “Horrorcore is a new day for us my friends...no, my family. It is time we take what is ours by force if necessary. Which it will be. We will win. We will bring the title back where it belongs. Remember a cheer for me is a cheer for glory. A cheer for prestige. A cheer for...the future of this business. Thank you.”

“Nightmare” starts again as Mike and Tatum pose and bow to the cheering masses as the camera fades out
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