Post by merlinmatrix on Apr 13, 2007 23:20:05 GMT -6
Darlenne Aries the fresh faced, curvaceous rookie of the Baltimore Sun readjusted her short skirt and sighed at the challenge of her first task in the world of media print…a professional wrestler. One who was currently munching down on crab and gulping down beer by the pitcher with three men she didn’t think looked much like anybody too important. She took another deep breath and strode toward Mick Cormac as he began to double over with laughter and bang his fist on the table. She hand her hand out for a shake when all of the sudden a chuck of crab meat hit her on the cheek just below her eye.
Aries (with one hand wiping away the crab and the other still outstretched): Mr. Cormac? Darlenne Aries.
Mick chuckled a bit more and swallowed a few gulps of beer and turned towards Darlenne while wiping beer and butter from his chin.
Cormac: Autograph darlin’? (pulls out a felt pen) Left or right? Oh I know…(scrawls his signature across the top of her cleavage and than sits back and puts his thumb out while closing one eye like an artist sizing up a finished work) my favorite right across. Enjoy your night. (turns back to the men at the table) I got one so this nun has this cucumber right…..
Aries (blushed and frustrated taps on Mick’s shoulder): Mr. Cormac! I am from the Baltimore Sun…
Cormac (turns around smirking): And I’m from Ireland, now act like a good groupie and let the object of your dire affections that makes you moist alone with his compatriots if you don’t mind (turns back to the guys) and so when she pulled it out on the third week it was a pickle. (All the guys start to laugh on spits out his beer) Damn Brandon I thought you said you Baltimorons could hold your beer!!! Jaysas!
Aries (blushed but determined): Mr. Cormac I am not a groupie I am…
Cormac (turns around and gives Darlenne a look that makes her take a step back and hold her breath): Ms. Aries you are a reporter I know this I am trying to have a dinner in my first night with the only true fans I’ve had since I started in the wrestling business and since you seem to be the special kind of idiot that can’t take the hint, I’ll give you the skinny so you’ll either go (looks at her short skirt) or take the night off and maybe later that skirt ( the guys start chuckling as Darlenne blushed) Now I was born in Cork, Ireland yes Ireland since you effing yanks can’t seem to get the difference between a Mick and a limey. Yes I was a terrorist, yes I was a hitman and yes a streetbrawler and of course a recently pardoned felon.
Aries: Pretty strange resume for a man your age.
Cormac: I started getting grey hair at 13 what can I say. Now can I continue or would you like to interrupt again?
Aries: I’m just trying to do my job sir.
Cormac: Good for you that’s all I’m trying to do.
Aries: And what is it that you try to do in your job?
Cormac (sighs): Thank God for your looks darlin’ cause there ain’t a brain in between them ears is there?
Guys: Damn! Burn!
Cormac (quietly): My job is to beat people up and get the prize, the championship. No matter who stands in my way.
Aries (gulps at his quiet intensity): But many of those standing in your way…
Mick (looking straight into her eyes): Are better wrestlers? Are killers? Maybe you were going for good drinkers? Maybe even crazy? Look none of them can out fight me or out drink me because I am killer born and a champion destined to be.
Aries (meekly): And the crazy ones?
Mick: They must be crazy cause they’re going to be stepping into ring with a mad man. (Drinks his beer as the guys start to look at Mick with mouth agape) A killer. A fighter. A drinker. They’re going into the ring with Mick Cormac.
Aries: Why wrestling than if you are so dangerous?
Mick: Cause it makes me free.
Aries: Makes you free to do what?
Mick (through gritted teeth): Free to make them bleed. (Downs the rest of his beer and slams his mug so hard it shatters)
Aries (with one hand wiping away the crab and the other still outstretched): Mr. Cormac? Darlenne Aries.
Mick chuckled a bit more and swallowed a few gulps of beer and turned towards Darlenne while wiping beer and butter from his chin.
Cormac: Autograph darlin’? (pulls out a felt pen) Left or right? Oh I know…(scrawls his signature across the top of her cleavage and than sits back and puts his thumb out while closing one eye like an artist sizing up a finished work) my favorite right across. Enjoy your night. (turns back to the men at the table) I got one so this nun has this cucumber right…..
Aries (blushed and frustrated taps on Mick’s shoulder): Mr. Cormac! I am from the Baltimore Sun…
Cormac (turns around smirking): And I’m from Ireland, now act like a good groupie and let the object of your dire affections that makes you moist alone with his compatriots if you don’t mind (turns back to the guys) and so when she pulled it out on the third week it was a pickle. (All the guys start to laugh on spits out his beer) Damn Brandon I thought you said you Baltimorons could hold your beer!!! Jaysas!
Aries (blushed but determined): Mr. Cormac I am not a groupie I am…
Cormac (turns around and gives Darlenne a look that makes her take a step back and hold her breath): Ms. Aries you are a reporter I know this I am trying to have a dinner in my first night with the only true fans I’ve had since I started in the wrestling business and since you seem to be the special kind of idiot that can’t take the hint, I’ll give you the skinny so you’ll either go (looks at her short skirt) or take the night off and maybe later that skirt ( the guys start chuckling as Darlenne blushed) Now I was born in Cork, Ireland yes Ireland since you effing yanks can’t seem to get the difference between a Mick and a limey. Yes I was a terrorist, yes I was a hitman and yes a streetbrawler and of course a recently pardoned felon.
Aries: Pretty strange resume for a man your age.
Cormac: I started getting grey hair at 13 what can I say. Now can I continue or would you like to interrupt again?
Aries: I’m just trying to do my job sir.
Cormac: Good for you that’s all I’m trying to do.
Aries: And what is it that you try to do in your job?
Cormac (sighs): Thank God for your looks darlin’ cause there ain’t a brain in between them ears is there?
Guys: Damn! Burn!
Cormac (quietly): My job is to beat people up and get the prize, the championship. No matter who stands in my way.
Aries (gulps at his quiet intensity): But many of those standing in your way…
Mick (looking straight into her eyes): Are better wrestlers? Are killers? Maybe you were going for good drinkers? Maybe even crazy? Look none of them can out fight me or out drink me because I am killer born and a champion destined to be.
Aries (meekly): And the crazy ones?
Mick: They must be crazy cause they’re going to be stepping into ring with a mad man. (Drinks his beer as the guys start to look at Mick with mouth agape) A killer. A fighter. A drinker. They’re going into the ring with Mick Cormac.
Aries: Why wrestling than if you are so dangerous?
Mick: Cause it makes me free.
Aries: Makes you free to do what?
Mick (through gritted teeth): Free to make them bleed. (Downs the rest of his beer and slams his mug so hard it shatters)