Post by merlinmatrix on Apr 18, 2007 14:37:24 GMT -6
During a house show in Pennsylvania Lee cash stands in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand.
Lee cash: Folks we have a surprise for all of you in attendance: here for an special interview after his victory in the first leg of the Lethal Lottery Tournament . Ladies and Gentlemen the one the only, Mick Cormac!
The fans start to catcall and boo as Barroom Hero by Dropkick Murphy’s kicks on the P.A. and Mick Cormac strides down the ramp stopping every once in a while to curse and make rude gestures at the fans of POW. Mick climbs up the stairs and through the middle of the ropes and swaggers over to Lee Cash.
Cash: Welcome Mr. Cormac I’m glad to see you in such high spirits.
Cormac (grabbing the mic): Let me tell you something I’m glad to see Mean Lee all the Pennsylosers taking from their precious stoop sitting and Schlitz Malt Liquor drinking time away and spending their welfare money on tickets to see some second rate wrestlers from POW New England. But who am I kidding? I’m the only good fighter here in New England. (Crowd starts to boo)
Cash: That’s quite a statement Mr. Cormac.
Cormac: Well I know I proved that to Buddy Love last week and gave him a pain worse than any hangover he ever had with a little bit of Guinness Draught. And this week I’ll prove it again.
Cash: Well your possible opponents also won their matches and might disagree with you.
Cormac: Let’s look at my possible victims this week Lee. First off Eddie Buchalini Jr. a guy who didn’t really win his match at all but like most Woap’s I’ve ever meet had it handed to him. A true competitor would have waved off the disqualification and beat the guy down for the 1...2...3.
Cash: What about J.R. Zevon?
Cormac: Who?
Cash: J.R. Zevon?
Cormac: Who?
Cash: Ummm J.R. Zevon?
Cormac: Sorry I can’t really be worried about someone that’s that unimportant, that forgettable. For all I care he can go back to whatever backwoods he climbed out of and go drink some moonshine and have sex with his sister. This guy is as interesting as wet paint drying on white toast. Just…..*yawn* I’m getting bored just thinking about him.
Cash: Well certainly you find some respect for Victor Bloodmoon?
Cormac: Victor Vag Goo? Respect? Cash you’re a funny little yank aren’t you? How can anyone respect Vic? A man whose proud to come from a land of homosexuals and mass genocide? That’s like saying you’re proud to come from Pennsylvania. (crowd boos) I’m spose to have respect for a guy whose first match in New England was against a retard? If this is the challenge set before me all I have to do is throw a shiny object in the other direction and I’ll win every match.
Cash: So what is your strategy going into the tournament than?
Cormac: To win
Cash: That’s it?
Cormac: That’s all. I have nothing to worry about from anybody that could step into that ring all I have standing in my way is a glass jawed Italian, which is the most redundant thing I’ve ever said. And a German who likes to beat off and than beat on retard.
Cash: And Zevon.
Cormac: Who?
Cash: Nevermind
(Fade to black)
Lee cash: Folks we have a surprise for all of you in attendance: here for an special interview after his victory in the first leg of the Lethal Lottery Tournament . Ladies and Gentlemen the one the only, Mick Cormac!
The fans start to catcall and boo as Barroom Hero by Dropkick Murphy’s kicks on the P.A. and Mick Cormac strides down the ramp stopping every once in a while to curse and make rude gestures at the fans of POW. Mick climbs up the stairs and through the middle of the ropes and swaggers over to Lee Cash.
Cash: Welcome Mr. Cormac I’m glad to see you in such high spirits.
Cormac (grabbing the mic): Let me tell you something I’m glad to see Mean Lee all the Pennsylosers taking from their precious stoop sitting and Schlitz Malt Liquor drinking time away and spending their welfare money on tickets to see some second rate wrestlers from POW New England. But who am I kidding? I’m the only good fighter here in New England. (Crowd starts to boo)
Cash: That’s quite a statement Mr. Cormac.
Cormac: Well I know I proved that to Buddy Love last week and gave him a pain worse than any hangover he ever had with a little bit of Guinness Draught. And this week I’ll prove it again.
Cash: Well your possible opponents also won their matches and might disagree with you.
Cormac: Let’s look at my possible victims this week Lee. First off Eddie Buchalini Jr. a guy who didn’t really win his match at all but like most Woap’s I’ve ever meet had it handed to him. A true competitor would have waved off the disqualification and beat the guy down for the 1...2...3.
Cash: What about J.R. Zevon?
Cormac: Who?
Cash: J.R. Zevon?
Cormac: Who?
Cash: Ummm J.R. Zevon?
Cormac: Sorry I can’t really be worried about someone that’s that unimportant, that forgettable. For all I care he can go back to whatever backwoods he climbed out of and go drink some moonshine and have sex with his sister. This guy is as interesting as wet paint drying on white toast. Just…..*yawn* I’m getting bored just thinking about him.
Cash: Well certainly you find some respect for Victor Bloodmoon?
Cormac: Victor Vag Goo? Respect? Cash you’re a funny little yank aren’t you? How can anyone respect Vic? A man whose proud to come from a land of homosexuals and mass genocide? That’s like saying you’re proud to come from Pennsylvania. (crowd boos) I’m spose to have respect for a guy whose first match in New England was against a retard? If this is the challenge set before me all I have to do is throw a shiny object in the other direction and I’ll win every match.
Cash: So what is your strategy going into the tournament than?
Cormac: To win
Cash: That’s it?
Cormac: That’s all. I have nothing to worry about from anybody that could step into that ring all I have standing in my way is a glass jawed Italian, which is the most redundant thing I’ve ever said. And a German who likes to beat off and than beat on retard.
Cash: And Zevon.
Cormac: Who?
Cash: Nevermind
(Fade to black)