Post by merlinmatrix on Jul 9, 2007 16:37:13 GMT -6
During a house show in merry ol’ Baltimore, Maryland. A deafening quiet is backstage before the show. All the stars of POW: New England silently wait doing menial tasks to pass the time, some wrap their fists with tape, others pace, even a few sit rocking back and forth twirling their thumbs in clasped hands. All of this because of one person, one man that started an uproar with his return. His actions alone sent the Hunter family into a fury none had seen them in before. When Tony Hunter the manager of the promotion arrived that day it was said he lashed out towards a ring worker for whistling “Molly Malone” while tightening down a turnbuckle. David Hunter seemed even more put off than his father when a vendor asking about a DVD order for Jay T. Nitro wearing a Dropkick Murphy’s shirt approached, the unsuspecting clerk received a sharp rap on the head and a shove into a wall. These two things alone would put any roster into a huff but what sent them all into this silent state was the man who had caused it all. A person who last time they had truly seen him was out of his mind on heroine, whiskey and failure. The brawler that had no matter what state loved violence, yearned to fight and always danced on the thin line, that man had returned. When the silence seemed unbearable, as if on cue, he slammed the door open from the outside and strode into the area where they all waited. As usual he had on the leather jacket, the jeans, a sideways smirk with a cigarette dangling out of the side. Mick Cormac the Irish Brawler had returned, as he headed towards the ramp to the ring he stopped abruptly and paused on a drag. He turned slowly while lighting up another smoke with the old and as he stomped out the used her butt he took a long drag looking at them all as they waited in silence.
Mick: Many of you here, right now are wondering why, why return? Why come back to POW when you had it easy with rehab and a fifteen second block every other day? Two reasons. One: I’m still drinking for you all to know and I’m no longer doing that other thing anymore. Two: I’m drawing a line in the sand against the Hunters. I was here when Lovejoy came up with this damned promotion and I’ll be damned if I’m going to see some gray haired flaccid jackass and his four horsemen reject bastard boy ruin it. I’m doing this for Lee Cash, Shane Sommers, Val, and Fletch, for all of those he decided to get rid of. And I’m not going to lie, most of all I’m doing this for me and the fans. I came out here everyday and put my body on the line for this company, I’ve bled and sweated, I started to lose sight of what really mattered though, I went over the edge. But I’m telling you right now I am back and the line was drawn last night. Either your with me or against me with this but either way I’m going to take those two down a few notches and put them in their place. The Hunters need to realize that without us and without our fans respect they don’t have a show. You all think on what I said, I have a match to promo tonight.
Barroom Hero by Dropkick Murphy’s kicks up on the P.A. as Mick bursts out onto the stage and the crowd goes nuts. He plays the crowd as he half walks, half skips to the rings with a mic in hand. As he gets into the rings he spins in the center a couple of times with a huge smile on his face. He calls for the music to be cut but the audience sings the chorus without it playing.
Mick: I don’t know what to say.
(Crowd cheers)
Mick (smiling with tears in his eyes): I don’t know what to say except for: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I AM BACK!!!! (The Crowd pops huge) A lot of things seemed to have happened in my semi-absence. First the new Champ John Anthony (crowd cheers) and the disgrace of that already arrogant, worthless, slimy, giant sack of crap JR Zevon. (crowd boos) I know he’ll come out later and probably retort with some sexual innuendo about him, his cat, a stuff yak and a five iron but right now he’s probably racking his brain and searching through the thesaurus looking for some new witty way to call me an asshole and tell you all how he beat and yadda, yadda, yadda. But me I don’t dwell on the past anymore folks no, not at all, you see because I know the future and it’s not some funny smellin’ self-proclaimed Patron Saint of Wrestling, nor is it , even though I like the kid, some slick haired business man. No folks it’s the one the only Iri….
"You Are the One" by Shiny Toy Guns starts to blare over the speakers and the crowd starts to boo.
Mick: No, no, no, ladies gentlemen all of you show respect for the great Tony Hunter….
Instead of the actual Tony Hunter coming out an old frail man in a suit comes slowly out. The crowd starts to laugh.
Mick: Mr. Hunter you grace us with your oh so dominant presence..
Hunter-impersonator (doing the old man shout into a mic at the top of the ramp): WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU! WHERE AM I? LET ME TELL YOU A STORY ABOUT UWC. I USE TO BE A MANAGER ONCE AND I…I..
Mick: (with false giddiness)Oh yes please sir tell us about how great of a failure you and your son was please!!!
T. Hunter-impersonator: I think I pooped my pants.
Mick: Wow sir, just wow, that was inspired, I mean I hope that one day that I could be just like you and someone will shoot me….
You know my Name by Chris Cornell hit’s the arena and the crowd starts to boo again but is surprised once more by a midget, wearing a shirt that says the predator on it in bright pink.
D. Hunter-impersonator: How dare you do this to my father you know he has to take his pills at 5!
Mick (retaining full blown laughter): What pills does he need to take?
T. Hunter- Impersonator: VIAGRA!!!
D. hunter-midget: Dad!!!
T. Hunter-midget: Boy did I ever tell you about the time..
D. Hunter Midget: No one wants to hear your old stories dad…
Mick: I beg to differ sir I’d like to know how Tito let two failures get a hold of one his promotions, I wanna know how owning 40% of a shit sandwich and being a failure in the ring qualify you to being owners? That’s what I want to know! So tell us a story da…tell us how it happened.
T. Hunter-impersonator: Well you see lad first I have to get on my knees and open my mouth really big and than ….
D. Hunter midget: Dad you got it backwards that’s how I got the T.V. title in UWC I had to bend over for …
Mick: WHOA! Whoa!!! This is a family program here you little English fairies. Get out of here.
D. Hunter midget: I’ll get you on Sunday Cormac!!!
Mick: I’ll make sure to wear my steel underwear that day David.
Midget Dave rolls Old Tony out .
Mick: Where was I oh yes. The future of wrestling and the holder of that belt is the Irish brawler, terror unleashed, Mick Cormac!!!!
(fade to black)
Mick: Many of you here, right now are wondering why, why return? Why come back to POW when you had it easy with rehab and a fifteen second block every other day? Two reasons. One: I’m still drinking for you all to know and I’m no longer doing that other thing anymore. Two: I’m drawing a line in the sand against the Hunters. I was here when Lovejoy came up with this damned promotion and I’ll be damned if I’m going to see some gray haired flaccid jackass and his four horsemen reject bastard boy ruin it. I’m doing this for Lee Cash, Shane Sommers, Val, and Fletch, for all of those he decided to get rid of. And I’m not going to lie, most of all I’m doing this for me and the fans. I came out here everyday and put my body on the line for this company, I’ve bled and sweated, I started to lose sight of what really mattered though, I went over the edge. But I’m telling you right now I am back and the line was drawn last night. Either your with me or against me with this but either way I’m going to take those two down a few notches and put them in their place. The Hunters need to realize that without us and without our fans respect they don’t have a show. You all think on what I said, I have a match to promo tonight.
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Barroom Hero by Dropkick Murphy’s kicks up on the P.A. as Mick bursts out onto the stage and the crowd goes nuts. He plays the crowd as he half walks, half skips to the rings with a mic in hand. As he gets into the rings he spins in the center a couple of times with a huge smile on his face. He calls for the music to be cut but the audience sings the chorus without it playing.
Can he listen no he wont,
that's all she wrote,
he'll be dead before the daylight shines,
cause' the thoughts and prayers
of a million strong might keep this fool from dying.
that's all she wrote,
he'll be dead before the daylight shines,
cause' the thoughts and prayers
of a million strong might keep this fool from dying.
Mick: I don’t know what to say.
(Crowd cheers)
Mick (smiling with tears in his eyes): I don’t know what to say except for: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I AM BACK!!!! (The Crowd pops huge) A lot of things seemed to have happened in my semi-absence. First the new Champ John Anthony (crowd cheers) and the disgrace of that already arrogant, worthless, slimy, giant sack of crap JR Zevon. (crowd boos) I know he’ll come out later and probably retort with some sexual innuendo about him, his cat, a stuff yak and a five iron but right now he’s probably racking his brain and searching through the thesaurus looking for some new witty way to call me an asshole and tell you all how he beat and yadda, yadda, yadda. But me I don’t dwell on the past anymore folks no, not at all, you see because I know the future and it’s not some funny smellin’ self-proclaimed Patron Saint of Wrestling, nor is it , even though I like the kid, some slick haired business man. No folks it’s the one the only Iri….
"You Are the One" by Shiny Toy Guns starts to blare over the speakers and the crowd starts to boo.
Mick: No, no, no, ladies gentlemen all of you show respect for the great Tony Hunter….
Instead of the actual Tony Hunter coming out an old frail man in a suit comes slowly out. The crowd starts to laugh.
Mick: Mr. Hunter you grace us with your oh so dominant presence..
Hunter-impersonator (doing the old man shout into a mic at the top of the ramp): WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU! WHERE AM I? LET ME TELL YOU A STORY ABOUT UWC. I USE TO BE A MANAGER ONCE AND I…I..
Mick: (with false giddiness)Oh yes please sir tell us about how great of a failure you and your son was please!!!
T. Hunter-impersonator: I think I pooped my pants.
Mick: Wow sir, just wow, that was inspired, I mean I hope that one day that I could be just like you and someone will shoot me….
You know my Name by Chris Cornell hit’s the arena and the crowd starts to boo again but is surprised once more by a midget, wearing a shirt that says the predator on it in bright pink.
D. Hunter-impersonator: How dare you do this to my father you know he has to take his pills at 5!
Mick (retaining full blown laughter): What pills does he need to take?
T. Hunter- Impersonator: VIAGRA!!!
D. hunter-midget: Dad!!!
T. Hunter-midget: Boy did I ever tell you about the time..
D. Hunter Midget: No one wants to hear your old stories dad…
Mick: I beg to differ sir I’d like to know how Tito let two failures get a hold of one his promotions, I wanna know how owning 40% of a shit sandwich and being a failure in the ring qualify you to being owners? That’s what I want to know! So tell us a story da…tell us how it happened.
T. Hunter-impersonator: Well you see lad first I have to get on my knees and open my mouth really big and than ….
D. Hunter midget: Dad you got it backwards that’s how I got the T.V. title in UWC I had to bend over for …
Mick: WHOA! Whoa!!! This is a family program here you little English fairies. Get out of here.
D. Hunter midget: I’ll get you on Sunday Cormac!!!
Mick: I’ll make sure to wear my steel underwear that day David.
Midget Dave rolls Old Tony out .
Mick: Where was I oh yes. The future of wrestling and the holder of that belt is the Irish brawler, terror unleashed, Mick Cormac!!!!
(fade to black)