Post by merlinmatrix on Apr 10, 2007 1:42:19 GMT -6
The hot desert sun baked the landscape of the Nevada State Prison. You could hardly tell how hot it was outside when you sat in front of the warden in his air conditioned office in front of his large maple wood desk. Mick Cormac sat quietly still in front of the aging man as the curator of the prison ruffled through papers sighing every once in a while. He looked up every once in awhile and continued shifting through the large stack until he found a three inch manila folder. He learned back in the cheap executive chair and crossed his arms.
Warden: Mr. Cormac do you know what this is (motioning his head to the file)
Cormac: Is that a rhetorical question boss or do you want me to state the obvious for ya?
Warden (slams his fists on his desk): Listen you flippant little paddy you may have been some hot shot little bastard wrestler and my guards may have not been able to beat you into submission….
Cormac (lights a cigarette from his orange jump suits pockets): Only cause they’re fat slobs that can’t throw a baton swing right. Not to mention their glass jaws don’t help much neither.
Warden (closes his eyes and grits his teeth): You will show respect in my office.
Cormac (takes a drag and looks around): To call this little water closet a office….(grins) that’s just criminal.
Warden (opening the file in front of him): This is your file Mr. Cormac. Since you’ve been here five guards have had broken ribs, one of which the rib punctured a lung, another 10 have had broken arms, 22 prisoners have gone to the infirmary for similar injury, one of which had his cheek separated from his face from what one of the doctors told me was the result not of a knife but of a technique called….fish hooking. And when you first got here a rather large gentleman with a bad disposition from the Aryan Brotherhood had to have his jaw wired shut and one of his testicles removed….
Cormac: Is there a point to this or do you just like the sound of your own voice?
Warden: The point Mr. Cormac is that you were taken to this prison under the penalty of assault on a police officer and lewd behavior…
Cormac (smirking): I was just trying to have a good time what can I say.
Warden:…despite the severity of the charges the judge gave you a sentence of six months but due to your behavior you’ll probably would have been here for another two to five.
Cormac: Would of?
Warden: Mr. Cormac I have no idea of how or why, all I know is that I am glad to say you have received a full pardon and that I am rid of you. (hands the file over to Mick) now get the hell out of my office.
Cormac (puts cigarette out on desk): With pleasure.
As Mick walked toward the releasing office with what little he kept in his cell he remembered what was like to be a free man. He remembered the love he found in his old job of being wrestler and wondered if just maybe he could get back in the game. Maybe he could call up his old boss Lovejoy and see if he could get him a job. He also wondered: who got him the pardon? He stepped in front of the yellow line in front of the cage.
Jail Guard: Mick never thought I’d ever get to see you down here to claim your stuff but it seems that I was mistaken. Let’s get this started shall we. One pair boots, black. One pair bootlaces, black. One pair blue jeans. One t-shirt, black. One leather jacket, black. One leather wallet, black. One United States issued Naturalization card. One driver’s license for the state of Massachusetts. One driver’s license for the state of Nevada. 1,000 dollars in large bills. 1,000 dollars in small bills. One switch blade knife. One pack Dijarem Black. Two pack Marlboro Red. One Zippo lighter, chrome. And finally two socks white. Sign here. And here.
Cormac: Anything else?
Jail Guard: One last thing a large business envelope arrived for you today. Here you go.
Mick grabbed the bulky package, the box of his belongings and headed to the bathroom to change and than exited out of the prison. Outside he open the envelope and carefully removed a letter, two first class plane tickets and a set of keys.
The letter read:
From the desk of Randall Lovejoy
Dear Mick,
I heard what had happened to you after the fall of S.E.X. and I am sorry for your tribulations. I do have good news! I have been offered to run the New England operations of a company called Power On Wrestling and am offering you a job. You’ll have to start from the bottom but I know that’s how you like it. You don’t have to take the job, but it’s the least you could do for your old boss and the guy who paid for the pardon. Of course you don’t have too. But knowing you, the first ticket is to the Midwest to sign the contract. The second is to the show.
Keep it loose in the goose,
Randall Lovejoy
************************
Mick sat back in the plush leather seat of Flight 409 remembering the glitz and the glamour of it all. The training, the challenges, the sheer excitement of it all and the fans.. his eyes squinted in hatred… the fans, he had a special plan for them. He sipped on the finger of whiskey that they had given to him two minutes ago as a buxom flight attendant came up to him with a bowl full hot towels.
Flight Attendant: Hot towel sir?
Cormac (mumbling): No but I’d like a piece of that hot ass.
Flight Attendant (totally oblivious): Sorry sir?
Cormac: Oh sorry allow me to repeat myself (clears throat) NO BUT I’D LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR HOT ASS.
Flight Attendant (blushing): Sir!?!
Cormac: Forgive me ma’am I just got of the clamp down you see and could you believe my luck to have such a lass with red hair and blue eye reminded me of home ya know darlin’. I don’t what even came over me ha ha I don’t even know your name?
Flight Attendant (smiling): Candy.
Cormac (with a smile): Of course it is. Now I won’t keep you from your work any further if you’ll excuse me I’ll be in the facilities.
Cormac stands up and walks to the bathroom. Candy continues to pass out the towels, but finally hands them over to one of her fellow employees and walks to the same stall as Cormac.
***************************
The feeling was back. The high. He could feel it back stage. He could feel it in every brick of the building at the house show. Than his music hit. And the crowd went into a cheer as they saw Mick Cormac hit the ramp like he had hundreds of times before but for the first time for POW.
Alex Pilgrim: It seems that Mick Cormac from POW New England has come down to say a few words tonight.
Tony Almanti: Listen to these fans Pilgrim they love this guy.
Pligrim: But he doesn’t seem to care about that at all Tony. Cormac looks like all business tonight.
(The crowd cheers on as Mick grabs a mike and goes into the center of the four cornered circle)
Cormac: It’s great to be back in the world of wrestling! (the crowd pops) But I see a few things still remain first off the fans (the crowd goes nuts) still have no inkling of intelligence (the crowd goes quiet) oh what you thought that after me losing my job and going to prison that all would be okay that Mick Cormac would come back and be the Saint of Sin City? That I’d still be the reformed bad guy with the heart of gold? Why don’t you do me a favor you bunch red neck cousin screwing retards and remove your heads from your asses! (the crowd starts to boo) Shut the hell up! You think that I give a damn what you all think!?! You think a handful of cross eyed banjo playing yokels are going to make a difference!?! You all know for a fact that the only reason I’m here is for what rightfully belongs to me! A championship belt…in fact the heavy weight championship belt of New England!
(crowd continues to boo and hiss. Some start throwing up lewd gestures and scream obscenities)
Pligrim: This crowd has really turned on Cormac here.
Tony: If I was that man I wouldn’t leave alone tonight.
Cormac: And you know why I’m getting my belt? Because no one can stop me. Think about it we have the Victor Menstralbloodmoon who goes around beating his chest and going on about how he’s The German Juggernaut, and how he will be victorious, Vic do yourself a favor go a pop your pimples, shave your peach fuzz, go choke on a schnitzel and let the grown ups work you fat bastard. Next on my list is Buddy Love....(crowd goes nuts) Buddy you need to understand the last thing the world needs is the illegitimate child of Dude Love and Eugene running around especially in this crap excuse for a wrestling company. (Crowd boos) Oh I know bad me but what are you going to do send an amateur like Nightkiller on me? The JCW reject? Trust me if I had problems understanding what in the hell he was saying I know all of you moonshine conceived bastards did too. But watch out folks not only do I have these pathetic wastes of air to contend with but also a special needs case that likes to be called the Rana King. Between him and the German Juggernaut we have a Saturday morning cartoon. Moving onto oh so more frightening opponents like oh no: the amazing Toro Verde!!! Yes folks from the land of people who wash dishes, pick fruit, and mow lawns it’s Toro Verde. If I had a nickel for every good wrestler that came out of Mexico, I'd be a very poor man. (the crowd goes ballistic with cat calls and jeers) Oh go complain to the corpse of Eddie Guerrero. If you want to be angry with anything be angry with Rocky Scarface Jr. or as he likes to call himself Eddie Buchalini Jr ;a man that right around now is eating a calzone and masturbating to the Godfather movies. (Looks dead serious into the camera) remember Eddie hot marinara sauce and touching yourself is not a good idea.
Tony: This guy is seriously pissing off these people. I’m afraid a riot may ensue.
Cormac: Last but not least someone more useless than a whore with morals. A man who the best part of him dribbled down his mothers leg….Dan Real!!!! Dan you’re washed up you’re just like Victor Pussyfluid, Ya couldn’t make it in the Midwest ya ain’t going to make it in New England. In fact Dan the only other thing that you and Vic have in common is that your mothers should have kept their legs shut swallowed you instead. (thumbs up and big fake smile) Congrats boys your both are the little abortions that got away. Now I would like to stay around for a little while longer but I got a plane to catch and I gotta leave before all these people start to hoedown and go sheep screwin’
(The crowd starts to throw things at Mick as Barroom Hero kicks up again and he heads out. One guy tries to jump the railing trying to get to Cormac. The guards quickly hold the man back and Cormac walks towards him and spits in his face and flicks him off and than continues backstage)
Pilgrim: God save New England from that man.
Warden: Mr. Cormac do you know what this is (motioning his head to the file)
Cormac: Is that a rhetorical question boss or do you want me to state the obvious for ya?
Warden (slams his fists on his desk): Listen you flippant little paddy you may have been some hot shot little bastard wrestler and my guards may have not been able to beat you into submission….
Cormac (lights a cigarette from his orange jump suits pockets): Only cause they’re fat slobs that can’t throw a baton swing right. Not to mention their glass jaws don’t help much neither.
Warden (closes his eyes and grits his teeth): You will show respect in my office.
Cormac (takes a drag and looks around): To call this little water closet a office….(grins) that’s just criminal.
Warden (opening the file in front of him): This is your file Mr. Cormac. Since you’ve been here five guards have had broken ribs, one of which the rib punctured a lung, another 10 have had broken arms, 22 prisoners have gone to the infirmary for similar injury, one of which had his cheek separated from his face from what one of the doctors told me was the result not of a knife but of a technique called….fish hooking. And when you first got here a rather large gentleman with a bad disposition from the Aryan Brotherhood had to have his jaw wired shut and one of his testicles removed….
Cormac: Is there a point to this or do you just like the sound of your own voice?
Warden: The point Mr. Cormac is that you were taken to this prison under the penalty of assault on a police officer and lewd behavior…
Cormac (smirking): I was just trying to have a good time what can I say.
Warden:…despite the severity of the charges the judge gave you a sentence of six months but due to your behavior you’ll probably would have been here for another two to five.
Cormac: Would of?
Warden: Mr. Cormac I have no idea of how or why, all I know is that I am glad to say you have received a full pardon and that I am rid of you. (hands the file over to Mick) now get the hell out of my office.
Cormac (puts cigarette out on desk): With pleasure.
As Mick walked toward the releasing office with what little he kept in his cell he remembered what was like to be a free man. He remembered the love he found in his old job of being wrestler and wondered if just maybe he could get back in the game. Maybe he could call up his old boss Lovejoy and see if he could get him a job. He also wondered: who got him the pardon? He stepped in front of the yellow line in front of the cage.
Jail Guard: Mick never thought I’d ever get to see you down here to claim your stuff but it seems that I was mistaken. Let’s get this started shall we. One pair boots, black. One pair bootlaces, black. One pair blue jeans. One t-shirt, black. One leather jacket, black. One leather wallet, black. One United States issued Naturalization card. One driver’s license for the state of Massachusetts. One driver’s license for the state of Nevada. 1,000 dollars in large bills. 1,000 dollars in small bills. One switch blade knife. One pack Dijarem Black. Two pack Marlboro Red. One Zippo lighter, chrome. And finally two socks white. Sign here. And here.
Cormac: Anything else?
Jail Guard: One last thing a large business envelope arrived for you today. Here you go.
Mick grabbed the bulky package, the box of his belongings and headed to the bathroom to change and than exited out of the prison. Outside he open the envelope and carefully removed a letter, two first class plane tickets and a set of keys.
The letter read:
From the desk of Randall Lovejoy
Dear Mick,
I heard what had happened to you after the fall of S.E.X. and I am sorry for your tribulations. I do have good news! I have been offered to run the New England operations of a company called Power On Wrestling and am offering you a job. You’ll have to start from the bottom but I know that’s how you like it. You don’t have to take the job, but it’s the least you could do for your old boss and the guy who paid for the pardon. Of course you don’t have too. But knowing you, the first ticket is to the Midwest to sign the contract. The second is to the show.
Keep it loose in the goose,
Randall Lovejoy
************************
Mick sat back in the plush leather seat of Flight 409 remembering the glitz and the glamour of it all. The training, the challenges, the sheer excitement of it all and the fans.. his eyes squinted in hatred… the fans, he had a special plan for them. He sipped on the finger of whiskey that they had given to him two minutes ago as a buxom flight attendant came up to him with a bowl full hot towels.
Flight Attendant: Hot towel sir?
Cormac (mumbling): No but I’d like a piece of that hot ass.
Flight Attendant (totally oblivious): Sorry sir?
Cormac: Oh sorry allow me to repeat myself (clears throat) NO BUT I’D LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR HOT ASS.
Flight Attendant (blushing): Sir!?!
Cormac: Forgive me ma’am I just got of the clamp down you see and could you believe my luck to have such a lass with red hair and blue eye reminded me of home ya know darlin’. I don’t what even came over me ha ha I don’t even know your name?
Flight Attendant (smiling): Candy.
Cormac (with a smile): Of course it is. Now I won’t keep you from your work any further if you’ll excuse me I’ll be in the facilities.
Cormac stands up and walks to the bathroom. Candy continues to pass out the towels, but finally hands them over to one of her fellow employees and walks to the same stall as Cormac.
***************************
The feeling was back. The high. He could feel it back stage. He could feel it in every brick of the building at the house show. Than his music hit. And the crowd went into a cheer as they saw Mick Cormac hit the ramp like he had hundreds of times before but for the first time for POW.
Alex Pilgrim: It seems that Mick Cormac from POW New England has come down to say a few words tonight.
Tony Almanti: Listen to these fans Pilgrim they love this guy.
Pligrim: But he doesn’t seem to care about that at all Tony. Cormac looks like all business tonight.
(The crowd cheers on as Mick grabs a mike and goes into the center of the four cornered circle)
Cormac: It’s great to be back in the world of wrestling! (the crowd pops) But I see a few things still remain first off the fans (the crowd goes nuts) still have no inkling of intelligence (the crowd goes quiet) oh what you thought that after me losing my job and going to prison that all would be okay that Mick Cormac would come back and be the Saint of Sin City? That I’d still be the reformed bad guy with the heart of gold? Why don’t you do me a favor you bunch red neck cousin screwing retards and remove your heads from your asses! (the crowd starts to boo) Shut the hell up! You think that I give a damn what you all think!?! You think a handful of cross eyed banjo playing yokels are going to make a difference!?! You all know for a fact that the only reason I’m here is for what rightfully belongs to me! A championship belt…in fact the heavy weight championship belt of New England!
(crowd continues to boo and hiss. Some start throwing up lewd gestures and scream obscenities)
Pligrim: This crowd has really turned on Cormac here.
Tony: If I was that man I wouldn’t leave alone tonight.
Cormac: And you know why I’m getting my belt? Because no one can stop me. Think about it we have the Victor Menstralbloodmoon who goes around beating his chest and going on about how he’s The German Juggernaut, and how he will be victorious, Vic do yourself a favor go a pop your pimples, shave your peach fuzz, go choke on a schnitzel and let the grown ups work you fat bastard. Next on my list is Buddy Love....(crowd goes nuts) Buddy you need to understand the last thing the world needs is the illegitimate child of Dude Love and Eugene running around especially in this crap excuse for a wrestling company. (Crowd boos) Oh I know bad me but what are you going to do send an amateur like Nightkiller on me? The JCW reject? Trust me if I had problems understanding what in the hell he was saying I know all of you moonshine conceived bastards did too. But watch out folks not only do I have these pathetic wastes of air to contend with but also a special needs case that likes to be called the Rana King. Between him and the German Juggernaut we have a Saturday morning cartoon. Moving onto oh so more frightening opponents like oh no: the amazing Toro Verde!!! Yes folks from the land of people who wash dishes, pick fruit, and mow lawns it’s Toro Verde. If I had a nickel for every good wrestler that came out of Mexico, I'd be a very poor man. (the crowd goes ballistic with cat calls and jeers) Oh go complain to the corpse of Eddie Guerrero. If you want to be angry with anything be angry with Rocky Scarface Jr. or as he likes to call himself Eddie Buchalini Jr ;a man that right around now is eating a calzone and masturbating to the Godfather movies. (Looks dead serious into the camera) remember Eddie hot marinara sauce and touching yourself is not a good idea.
Tony: This guy is seriously pissing off these people. I’m afraid a riot may ensue.
Cormac: Last but not least someone more useless than a whore with morals. A man who the best part of him dribbled down his mothers leg….Dan Real!!!! Dan you’re washed up you’re just like Victor Pussyfluid, Ya couldn’t make it in the Midwest ya ain’t going to make it in New England. In fact Dan the only other thing that you and Vic have in common is that your mothers should have kept their legs shut swallowed you instead. (thumbs up and big fake smile) Congrats boys your both are the little abortions that got away. Now I would like to stay around for a little while longer but I got a plane to catch and I gotta leave before all these people start to hoedown and go sheep screwin’
(The crowd starts to throw things at Mick as Barroom Hero kicks up again and he heads out. One guy tries to jump the railing trying to get to Cormac. The guards quickly hold the man back and Cormac walks towards him and spits in his face and flicks him off and than continues backstage)
Pilgrim: God save New England from that man.