Post by bigmikefoyer on Nov 29, 2009 21:06:23 GMT -7
[The camera opens upon a massive, hulking figure drenched in sweat and silhouetted in shadow by a dim overhead light. He stands there, breathing heavily for several seconds before finally speaking in a deep, rough voice speckled with the accent of a Texas redneck.]
Man- I'm sure you are all wondering... who the hell was that mountain of a man the DCWL champ called out to the ring? You know... the one that completely made Leon Corella his bitch....
...I'm a man who was once destined to be everything that Leon isn't. Famous... Respectable... Hell, maybe even a World Renowned champion... My star was on the rise long after Leon's began to fade, and it was because of this fact that he put me out of the sport I loved so dearly by crippling me and leaving me for dead before a crowd of thousands...
[...The light source shifted and now we are presented with a full view of the man speaking. He sported a black wrestling doublet with red highlights, BMF written on both hips, black and red knee pads, wrestling boots, and wrist and finger tape. His dark brown hair was long and stringy, hanging by strands in his bearded face, and a barely noticeable scar made itself visible in the light. The man looked to be in his upper mid 20's, but despite that, he wore a scowl worthy of any man twice his age...]
My name is Micheal Foyer, better known as Big Mike Foyer. Roughly four years ago, I was found by Leon Corella while wrestling for an indy outfit that barely could afford to pay me. I was living out of cardboard boxes and barely able to survive the day to day grind...
[...BMF clasped one hand over the other, seemingly grinding his fist into his palm as he spoke...]
...He picked me up, and helped me learn the craft. It was because of him, I was able to get out of the gutter and into bigger companies. Me and him became sort of a travelling troupe. Whatever promotion he worked in, I was his partner and backup. Life was pretty good. I was making money, and doing ok for myself.
[...He took in a deep breath, slamming his fist into his palm...]
...However, as time progressed, Leo developed a little problem. He wasn't happy with where he was at. He wanted more and more, and started going a little schizo upstairs. I watched him climb the mountain, get within grabbing distance of what he wanted, and then poof... shit happened and we ended up out of a job...
[...Mike growls a bit to showcase his frustration...]
...We moved from promotion to promotion like a pair of hermits, and I kept getting drug down with him each and every time. It was fucking embarrassing, but when we came to this one company, the IGA, things were looking a bit promising for me.
[...The audible sound of knuckles popping echoed throughout the poorly lit room as BMF openly cracked his knuckles...]
I was winning matches and even managed to nearly dethrone the IGA's World Champion. It was so close that people even went so far as to say I was robbed. That's when the problems started between Leo and Me. Leo was jealous at my success. So jealous that one day it all came to a head in the middle of the ring...
[...Big Mike's brow furrowed, his face reddened, and his nostrils flared. He shook with barely checked rage and anger now. As he continued to speak, his words came through clenched teeth...]
...He and a couple buddies decided to broadside me with sledge hammers and lead pipes. The end result is that I have a steel ball joint in place of my ankle bone, with a reinforced steel rod in my tibula... The big bone of your lower leg... and a steel plate right here...
[...Big Mike pointed at his forehead as a mixture of pain and shame began to wash over his features. His eyes began to water with raw emotion as it seemed ready to completely overwhelm him...]
...You were my best friend Leo. I'd have done anything for you. We were like brothers, and you decided to end it because why? Because you couldn't handle the fact that a young rookie, especially one that everybody wrote off as big, stupid, and talentless, was actually doing better than you could have ever hoped to have!
[...BMF pointed at the camera now, as if pointing directly at Corella himself...]
....You killed my dreams Leo. You took it all away from me and I have been dying to revisit the favor back on you. It took me over a year to recover from what you did to me, and once I was clear, I went headlong into the fray, tearing apart any stupid son of a bitch who dared to stand against me...
[...He wiped the moister in his eyes away, his face slowly giving way to a strange, insane smile that came about as if a great ray of sunshine had come into his life...]
...waiting for the day you showed your face back in wrestling, and you have. Now, Leo... I will kill your dreams right back... Even if it kills me in the process... I don't care who I help out or f**k up in the process. Leo, you will never be DCWL Grand Champion, or a champion of anything else for that matter, as long as I draw breath in my body...
[...With that, Big Mike grabbed the camera up, pulling it right up to his face with those massive hands. He slings it to the ground where it landed face up, and the last thing we see is the bottom of his heel crashing down upon it. The scene cut to static immediately...]
Man- I'm sure you are all wondering... who the hell was that mountain of a man the DCWL champ called out to the ring? You know... the one that completely made Leon Corella his bitch....
...I'm a man who was once destined to be everything that Leon isn't. Famous... Respectable... Hell, maybe even a World Renowned champion... My star was on the rise long after Leon's began to fade, and it was because of this fact that he put me out of the sport I loved so dearly by crippling me and leaving me for dead before a crowd of thousands...
[...The light source shifted and now we are presented with a full view of the man speaking. He sported a black wrestling doublet with red highlights, BMF written on both hips, black and red knee pads, wrestling boots, and wrist and finger tape. His dark brown hair was long and stringy, hanging by strands in his bearded face, and a barely noticeable scar made itself visible in the light. The man looked to be in his upper mid 20's, but despite that, he wore a scowl worthy of any man twice his age...]
My name is Micheal Foyer, better known as Big Mike Foyer. Roughly four years ago, I was found by Leon Corella while wrestling for an indy outfit that barely could afford to pay me. I was living out of cardboard boxes and barely able to survive the day to day grind...
[...BMF clasped one hand over the other, seemingly grinding his fist into his palm as he spoke...]
...He picked me up, and helped me learn the craft. It was because of him, I was able to get out of the gutter and into bigger companies. Me and him became sort of a travelling troupe. Whatever promotion he worked in, I was his partner and backup. Life was pretty good. I was making money, and doing ok for myself.
[...He took in a deep breath, slamming his fist into his palm...]
...However, as time progressed, Leo developed a little problem. He wasn't happy with where he was at. He wanted more and more, and started going a little schizo upstairs. I watched him climb the mountain, get within grabbing distance of what he wanted, and then poof... shit happened and we ended up out of a job...
[...Mike growls a bit to showcase his frustration...]
...We moved from promotion to promotion like a pair of hermits, and I kept getting drug down with him each and every time. It was fucking embarrassing, but when we came to this one company, the IGA, things were looking a bit promising for me.
[...The audible sound of knuckles popping echoed throughout the poorly lit room as BMF openly cracked his knuckles...]
I was winning matches and even managed to nearly dethrone the IGA's World Champion. It was so close that people even went so far as to say I was robbed. That's when the problems started between Leo and Me. Leo was jealous at my success. So jealous that one day it all came to a head in the middle of the ring...
[...Big Mike's brow furrowed, his face reddened, and his nostrils flared. He shook with barely checked rage and anger now. As he continued to speak, his words came through clenched teeth...]
...He and a couple buddies decided to broadside me with sledge hammers and lead pipes. The end result is that I have a steel ball joint in place of my ankle bone, with a reinforced steel rod in my tibula... The big bone of your lower leg... and a steel plate right here...
[...Big Mike pointed at his forehead as a mixture of pain and shame began to wash over his features. His eyes began to water with raw emotion as it seemed ready to completely overwhelm him...]
...You were my best friend Leo. I'd have done anything for you. We were like brothers, and you decided to end it because why? Because you couldn't handle the fact that a young rookie, especially one that everybody wrote off as big, stupid, and talentless, was actually doing better than you could have ever hoped to have!
[...BMF pointed at the camera now, as if pointing directly at Corella himself...]
....You killed my dreams Leo. You took it all away from me and I have been dying to revisit the favor back on you. It took me over a year to recover from what you did to me, and once I was clear, I went headlong into the fray, tearing apart any stupid son of a bitch who dared to stand against me...
[...He wiped the moister in his eyes away, his face slowly giving way to a strange, insane smile that came about as if a great ray of sunshine had come into his life...]
...waiting for the day you showed your face back in wrestling, and you have. Now, Leo... I will kill your dreams right back... Even if it kills me in the process... I don't care who I help out or f**k up in the process. Leo, you will never be DCWL Grand Champion, or a champion of anything else for that matter, as long as I draw breath in my body...
[...With that, Big Mike grabbed the camera up, pulling it right up to his face with those massive hands. He slings it to the ground where it landed face up, and the last thing we see is the bottom of his heel crashing down upon it. The scene cut to static immediately...]