Post by md on Jan 22, 2008 23:15:45 GMT -5
Miles didn't stand a chance. His blood was spilled all over the gray mat. He was taken to school and then some. BUT it wasn't what he expected for a show that he thought placed the TECHNICAL side of wrestling ahead of that brawling, backyard wrestling crap he was just exposed to. Miles' face became the Alzheimer Ranger's own personal punching bag, and while he wasn't being pummeled to a bloody pulp, Miles was thrown around like a ragdoll. However, now that Miles thinks about it as he lays on the mat, staring up to those bring light with red-tinted eyes, that's EXACTLY what the Ranger WANTED all along. Someone much smaller than him and someone who the Ranger knew could never go fist to fist with him. Some people might say that's smart, picking and choosing your opponents when there's a definitive advantage. Actually, it's not. It's cowardly. It's obvious that the Ranger was desperate for a W in his record here, and that he got.
Miles groans as he tries to get back on his feet, only to have the ref come over to check up on him. Just as the ref tries to help him up, Miles shoves him away. He doesn't need anyone's help. He's sick and tired of it all. He's sick and tired of this industry, the people running it, the people who have it engraved in their skulls that the "JUICE" equals success, and every single wrestling fan who call themselves wrestling fan when it all reality, what they just witnessed WASN'T wrestling at all.
He crawls over to the edge of the apron and grabs a hold of the bottom rope as he drags his legs over the apron and down to the outside mat. His legs are wobbily, and his legs give in. Good thing he was holding that bottom rope or he'd be on his back yet again. His head was throbbing though, both with pain and with thoughts of revenge. It wouldn't spare anyone. Management, the fool now celebrating in the ring, the fans, they would ALL pay if he had anything to say about it. Nobody embarrasses and takes advantage of Miles Divine. HE makes LockUp! what it's supposed to be and to have himself beaten in a match that mirrors what the other show takes pride in was the ultimate slap in the face. He hoped Masters is happy since she just singlehandedly gave the main even slot to the RED Ranger.
The scene fades to black, along with the broadcast for the night.
Miles groans as he tries to get back on his feet, only to have the ref come over to check up on him. Just as the ref tries to help him up, Miles shoves him away. He doesn't need anyone's help. He's sick and tired of it all. He's sick and tired of this industry, the people running it, the people who have it engraved in their skulls that the "JUICE" equals success, and every single wrestling fan who call themselves wrestling fan when it all reality, what they just witnessed WASN'T wrestling at all.
He crawls over to the edge of the apron and grabs a hold of the bottom rope as he drags his legs over the apron and down to the outside mat. His legs are wobbily, and his legs give in. Good thing he was holding that bottom rope or he'd be on his back yet again. His head was throbbing though, both with pain and with thoughts of revenge. It wouldn't spare anyone. Management, the fool now celebrating in the ring, the fans, they would ALL pay if he had anything to say about it. Nobody embarrasses and takes advantage of Miles Divine. HE makes LockUp! what it's supposed to be and to have himself beaten in a match that mirrors what the other show takes pride in was the ultimate slap in the face. He hoped Masters is happy since she just singlehandedly gave the main even slot to the RED Ranger.
The scene fades to black, along with the broadcast for the night.