Post by bigmikefoyer on Mar 22, 2010 20:13:40 GMT -7
[It's late in the evening when The camera opens upon one Big Mike Foyer, sporting a black cowboy hat, a matching button down shirt, blue jeans, and brown suede cowboy boots. He's seated upon a large cooler under a porch light in front of a wood paneled triple-wide trailer. In his hands is a bottle of Black Hole brew, premium draft. He takes a hearty swig from the bottle and lets out a loud belch.]
BMF- Things look pretty bad for me right now. Can't say as I wasn't exactly deserving. I took a big gamble and when the dice didn't roll in my favor, I paid for it...
[BMF takes another swig from the beer, a somber expression crossing his bearded face.]
...Maybe I went too far, maybe I didn't. I don't really know, and I'm not going to make excuses or try to explain whether or not I'm right or wrong. Draw your own damn conclusions.
[Mike leans back while sitting on the cooler, his head turning to observe something off camera with mild interest.]
I fought him with every ounce of ability and strength I had, and as much as I hate to admit it, Leo proved to be the better man at Cornerstone Revolution 5.
[He now looks down at his beer, his discomfort becoming more apparent by the second.]
I suppose I should be grateful that he decided against just canning my ass on the spot. Instead....
[Mike's eyes now look into the camera, his expression as serious as a heart attack.]
...He gives me an opportunity to work my way back in. His reasons may be selfish, even petty, but regardless of that he's still a much bigger man than I ever gave him credit for. I mean, look at everything I did to him.
[He holds his hand out and raises a finger.]
First, I show up and beat the ever loving hell out of him...
[Mike then raises a second finger.]
...Second, I ruin his perfect little family...
[Then a third finger joints the other two.]
...and for a third and final point, I played an instrumental part of him losing his Grand Championship belt.
[BMF takes a final swig of his beer, finishing it off and tossing it into a nearby recycling bin.]
Honestly, I'm amazed he wasn't angrier during our match, heh...
...Don't worry, when DCWL opens her doors back up, Big Bad Mike will be in top form for another season of full contact decimation for the DCWL fanboys...
[Mike sits off of the cooler slightly, raising the lid and fishing out another bottle of Black Hole Brew Premium Draft. He pops the cap.]
...and now I'm going to end this with a little message for Kyle Hayden. Kyle, I know you and me had our differences, but ultimately you chose to let me come here to DCWL in the first place, for better or worse.
[He holds that beer up to his side in preparation for a salute.]
I'd like to say thank you for the opportunity, and I look forward to bein' around for Cornerstone Revolution 6 with the Trio's championship in one hand, and the DCWL Grand Championship in the other. Cheers brother, enjoy your vacation, and down some beers for me while you're hanging out in Tahiti or wherever the f*ck it is you're going to work on your tan at, ya' pasty f*cker.
BMF- Things look pretty bad for me right now. Can't say as I wasn't exactly deserving. I took a big gamble and when the dice didn't roll in my favor, I paid for it...
[BMF takes another swig from the beer, a somber expression crossing his bearded face.]
...Maybe I went too far, maybe I didn't. I don't really know, and I'm not going to make excuses or try to explain whether or not I'm right or wrong. Draw your own damn conclusions.
[Mike leans back while sitting on the cooler, his head turning to observe something off camera with mild interest.]
I fought him with every ounce of ability and strength I had, and as much as I hate to admit it, Leo proved to be the better man at Cornerstone Revolution 5.
[He now looks down at his beer, his discomfort becoming more apparent by the second.]
I suppose I should be grateful that he decided against just canning my ass on the spot. Instead....
[Mike's eyes now look into the camera, his expression as serious as a heart attack.]
...He gives me an opportunity to work my way back in. His reasons may be selfish, even petty, but regardless of that he's still a much bigger man than I ever gave him credit for. I mean, look at everything I did to him.
[He holds his hand out and raises a finger.]
First, I show up and beat the ever loving hell out of him...
[Mike then raises a second finger.]
...Second, I ruin his perfect little family...
[Then a third finger joints the other two.]
...and for a third and final point, I played an instrumental part of him losing his Grand Championship belt.
[BMF takes a final swig of his beer, finishing it off and tossing it into a nearby recycling bin.]
Honestly, I'm amazed he wasn't angrier during our match, heh...
...Don't worry, when DCWL opens her doors back up, Big Bad Mike will be in top form for another season of full contact decimation for the DCWL fanboys...
[Mike sits off of the cooler slightly, raising the lid and fishing out another bottle of Black Hole Brew Premium Draft. He pops the cap.]
...and now I'm going to end this with a little message for Kyle Hayden. Kyle, I know you and me had our differences, but ultimately you chose to let me come here to DCWL in the first place, for better or worse.
[He holds that beer up to his side in preparation for a salute.]
I'd like to say thank you for the opportunity, and I look forward to bein' around for Cornerstone Revolution 6 with the Trio's championship in one hand, and the DCWL Grand Championship in the other. Cheers brother, enjoy your vacation, and down some beers for me while you're hanging out in Tahiti or wherever the f*ck it is you're going to work on your tan at, ya' pasty f*cker.