Post by gabe on Oct 31, 2007 11:34:40 GMT -5
"Yeah... it'll really be an inspirational story... c'mon now, kid... The boss wants to see you up on the main roster... Creative... just really needs to find a gimmick for ya, y'know?"
"Well... yeah... but... didn't they just release somebody they had acting... um....
"special?"
"Yeah... but he was different... couldn't stay offa them pain killers, y'know? But you? We'll make ya into a star, kid, guaranteed..."
"Right... so, I'm out halfway through the show?"
Sadly, he watches the man nod, holding up the superhero Halloween costume in his hand. This all had happened about two hours ago... Damn. The young man, Gabriel Jacobson, was pursuing what he thought was his dream... not his burden... but unfortunately... that's what he felt it was becoming. Here he was, in the developmental federation for the pre-eminent wrestling federation in the land... the world even. And?
....
They've just asked him to act mentally handicapped. To be... "Inspirational..."
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The air is actually pretty electric for such a tiny venue... pretty much a modified warehouse where the future can be seen on a three nights a week basis. They've seen so much here... so many future World Champions, so many future phenomenons... and, well, so many future residents in an unemployment line. Gabriel hoped he definitely wasn't the latter... he's been all over, honing his skills... so much so that the big time CEO himself has wanted him up on the main roster for about two months now...
His Creative processes... just...
Well, he doesn't want to say suck because, he guesses they're trying... but...
When the modified Rocky music hits the speakers, it starts to make Gabe wonder just how many of them are sniffing glue? Here he is, dressed in skin tight, dark blue, superhero attire with "SOOPER MIKEY!!!" stitched into them... a fucking red cape... and stutter stepping, waving to the fans while sucking his thumb. THEIR creativity... at it's finest? Of course, the fans lightly laugh... at least they know it sucks too... but not like he isn't trying his ass off. He crawls up the apron, falling off before finally managing to succeed in crawling under the bottom rope and tripping on his cape, falling on his face. Finally, he gets the microphone, waving hi to the fans again.
"H..HEY EVWYONE!!! My... my... mah name is... um..."
A part of Gabriel dies inside. If he's not going to hell after this promo... then God isn't paying very good attention. The things he'd do for money...
"Oh, yeah! I'm SUPER MIKEY!!!!"
He hops up and down, clapping. Scratching his head, he runs the ropes like a superhero, with his hands out in front of him before THANKFULLY being interrupted by his opponents music. Thank god. Of course, he gets the cool gimmick... a Stone Cold "Recreation" since Creative can't come up with anything, you know... fresh and creative. But, Gabe wanted to be the one spewing beer at people... not picking his nose and scratching his ass at the same time, pulling at his hair.
Once the man steps through the ropes, "Sooper Mikey" can't really do any of his trademarked, finely honed mat game and precision pick off moves... no... Creative told him to try to win by flailing around, slapping them and acting like he's on a playground. So... "Sooper Mikey" rushes in, swinging slaps to the opponents face... only to get kicked in the stomach and stunnered.
1... 2... 3....
Thank god he can get out of here. There has to be such... such a better way... He keeps character until he gets backstage, despite the few that recognized him telling him he could do better, keeping pretty quiet once he finally got backstage.
"KID! That was great!"
Gabriel really wishes he could roll his eyes, but he wanted that promotion to the main roster so, so very bad...
"Thanks..."
"I'm tellin' ya! The boss will be promotin' ya for sure... I already got the video uploading and emailing to him... just you wait man... big things, big things in store for you..."
To Be continued...
[/b]"Well... yeah... but... didn't they just release somebody they had acting... um....
"special?"
"Yeah... but he was different... couldn't stay offa them pain killers, y'know? But you? We'll make ya into a star, kid, guaranteed..."
"Right... so, I'm out halfway through the show?"
Sadly, he watches the man nod, holding up the superhero Halloween costume in his hand. This all had happened about two hours ago... Damn. The young man, Gabriel Jacobson, was pursuing what he thought was his dream... not his burden... but unfortunately... that's what he felt it was becoming. Here he was, in the developmental federation for the pre-eminent wrestling federation in the land... the world even. And?
....
They've just asked him to act mentally handicapped. To be... "Inspirational..."
*************************
The air is actually pretty electric for such a tiny venue... pretty much a modified warehouse where the future can be seen on a three nights a week basis. They've seen so much here... so many future World Champions, so many future phenomenons... and, well, so many future residents in an unemployment line. Gabriel hoped he definitely wasn't the latter... he's been all over, honing his skills... so much so that the big time CEO himself has wanted him up on the main roster for about two months now...
His Creative processes... just...
Well, he doesn't want to say suck because, he guesses they're trying... but...
When the modified Rocky music hits the speakers, it starts to make Gabe wonder just how many of them are sniffing glue? Here he is, dressed in skin tight, dark blue, superhero attire with "SOOPER MIKEY!!!" stitched into them... a fucking red cape... and stutter stepping, waving to the fans while sucking his thumb. THEIR creativity... at it's finest? Of course, the fans lightly laugh... at least they know it sucks too... but not like he isn't trying his ass off. He crawls up the apron, falling off before finally managing to succeed in crawling under the bottom rope and tripping on his cape, falling on his face. Finally, he gets the microphone, waving hi to the fans again.
"H..HEY EVWYONE!!! My... my... mah name is... um..."
A part of Gabriel dies inside. If he's not going to hell after this promo... then God isn't paying very good attention. The things he'd do for money...
"Oh, yeah! I'm SUPER MIKEY!!!!"
He hops up and down, clapping. Scratching his head, he runs the ropes like a superhero, with his hands out in front of him before THANKFULLY being interrupted by his opponents music. Thank god. Of course, he gets the cool gimmick... a Stone Cold "Recreation" since Creative can't come up with anything, you know... fresh and creative. But, Gabe wanted to be the one spewing beer at people... not picking his nose and scratching his ass at the same time, pulling at his hair.
Once the man steps through the ropes, "Sooper Mikey" can't really do any of his trademarked, finely honed mat game and precision pick off moves... no... Creative told him to try to win by flailing around, slapping them and acting like he's on a playground. So... "Sooper Mikey" rushes in, swinging slaps to the opponents face... only to get kicked in the stomach and stunnered.
1... 2... 3....
Thank god he can get out of here. There has to be such... such a better way... He keeps character until he gets backstage, despite the few that recognized him telling him he could do better, keeping pretty quiet once he finally got backstage.
"KID! That was great!"
Gabriel really wishes he could roll his eyes, but he wanted that promotion to the main roster so, so very bad...
"Thanks..."
"I'm tellin' ya! The boss will be promotin' ya for sure... I already got the video uploading and emailing to him... just you wait man... big things, big things in store for you..."
To Be continued...