Post by Mikey Svarro on Jun 20, 2017 17:09:36 GMT -5
"Penis Envy"
The dawn of a brand new day meant loads more possibilities to get ahead in the game. At least, that's what was always running through the mind of Mikey Svarro as he rose from his hotel bedroom. He had come back into the business hard, making commitments to two different companies, and planning on absolutely running away with the competition. He knew he had to work on getting his name out there again, and showing the entire wrestling industry the kind of worth he still had. Mikey Svarro has more starpower in his pinky than this whole entire roster. Feeling it was time to make his move, Mikey Svarro walked his ass down...yes, actually walked himself, down to the nearest tall building he could find. Yes, completely alone and without his bodyguard, "Rumble" Reyes who was apparently spending time with his buddy, Reginer filming some kind of something. Whatever, he could do somethings on his own.
"Hey, what's shakin', SweetCheeks?"
Mikey leaned over the front counter, making sure to shoot glimpses down the receptionist's shirt when she wasn't noticing.
"Excuse me, can I help you, sir, maybe you had some sort of appointment or something?"
"Not exactly, but listen Sweety, just buzz me on in and let me speak to your boss about a business proposition."
"Who are you again?"
She scrounged through her notes, quickly, thinking maybe she had missed something within her daily memos.
"Excuse me...have you been living under a rock for the last few years? I'm the King of All Media, the Voice of Wrestling, the best fuck your...you...ever had? Screw it. I'm Mikey Svarro!"
Being ever so polite, despite obviously not knowing who he is, "Oh...right, you'll have to excuse me."
"Well listen babe, I need to talk to someone in your advertising branch pronto! I'm willing to be a spokesperson for your company...TROJAN...and bam! Loads of money coming your way. Mikey Svarro is on his way back up in the game, baby. Did you see that win in WWH? Now I win my debut match in Union Battleground. My stock goes up...your stock goes up."
"I'm sorry, sir...if you don't have an appointment..."
"Don't worry about it. I walk into a party, whip out my Trojan XXL condoms, the bitches flock to my junk and Trojan sells a million more dickbags! You know I don't really use condoms, not that the chicks know that, if you know what I mean."
He nudges her in the shoulder with his elbow, winking at her as if she'd be in on the joke and chuckle at his horrific banter.
"Though I wouldn't be opposed to doing some product testing with you..."
"Sir...NO! Please leave!"
Mikey paused, mainly in disbelief. Usually, he wouldn't allow someone, least of all a woman, to talk to him in this fashion. But he had to remember that he was a man, genetically smarter than women in every way.
"Oh I get it, you're a woman. You just don't understand. Well don't you think too hard, I'll just leave this note here for your boss and he can read it when he's got some time. I'll be waiting on a call."
He whipped out a business card, placing it on top of her desk, blew her a kiss, and then turned to leave. Behind him, the receptionist looked incredibly relieved to see him walking out of the building. Otherwise, she was two seconds away from calling security. As Svarro walked out of the building, he turned and looked to the camera.
Union Battleground, let this be a lesson to you. This is how Mikey Svarro gets stuff done, always trying to create new ways that businesses can work together, always trying to make that money. I bet you not one of these idiots on the roster has even thought about sponsorship, or building relationships with companies outside of wrestling. Mikey Svarro isn't about waiting around for things to happen, he's about making opportunities for himself. Yes, sometimes I start talking in third person because I'm so amazed by who I am, I forget that it's me! I really AM this great!
Don't pay any attention to the woman that had no idea what I was talking about. I find that happens often, and it's simply because women aren't as smart as men. Sometimes they get lost within the business jargon, and a lot of times I find that they even get lost in wrestling jargon. Women just don't belong in wrestling, straight up, especially not women who really think they stand a chance against men. That's just ridiculous. The thought that women could really hold their own in the ring. Now, I'll be the first person to tell you I don't wrestle like some of these other guys, I use my mind to get myself out of sticky situations. But no bitch is as smart as Mikey Svarro, and can do what I do. Not even close, they'd have to try to make it physically. Men are physically superior to women anyway, and quite frankly, it wouldn't surprise me if one of these little girls running around gets herself hurt when she should have been playing house or playing mommy at home. That's why I'm not in the least bit worried against this girl, Mandi Morrison, on Lights Out...
She looks like someone I've laid on top of before...and someone I'll be laying on top of again.
At first I felt a little insulted, a little disrespected. This is the sort of place that feeds off of entertainment, with a champion that runs around saying he's going to murder people, a group of facepainted freaks...a female Trench War Champion. Entertainment. But in my debut match you're putting me up against a little popstar looking princess who is supposed to stand a chance against a MAN like Mikey Svarro? I don't think so, folks. I just DON'T think so. The only route I could really see poor Mandi Morrison going is if she has her boyfriend try to do all the work for her. That's a feasible option, and I'd commend her on being so realistic in her wrestling career to have a guy help her out, but with The Firing Squad lurking around me, in case of any funny business, I don't see how Whatever-His-Name-Is will even be able to break through the defenses I've set up in time to save you, Mandi. No, I don't pretend to be some tough guy, I'm far from it, I'm an absolute slimeball, but when it comes down to it...I'm a man...and you're a woman. That's it.
I want you to save any sort of feminist talk you have for me, Mandi, because I can promise you that I've heard it before. I've heard it from women who were supposedly taking control of their own bodies and sex appeal, aka being sluts. I've heard it from women who had slept their way into a position of power. I've even heard it from women who managed to get some sort of championship belt on their shoulder and you know what? They all fell to the ideals of Mikey Svarro, not one of them proved me wrong at the end of the day. I outsmarted them all. Look at you Mandi, you don't even fit one of those stereotypes do you? But each and every one of you are the same. Have you ever heard of the Fruedian theory of Penis Envy?"
He paused, just for a moment before he remembered that nobody was going to speak back to him.
"Of course you haven't, you're a woman, why would I expect you to know a scientific theory when you hear it. Penis envy explains some of your behavior up until his point, being a woman, Mandi. When you were a little girl, wearing your pink dresses and whatnot, you realized at some point that you didn't have a penis. Moreover, you wanted a penis more than anything, because of the power it represents. All your life you've been jealous of the male species, and every skill that we posses over you. You know that song 'anything you can do, I can do better'. Well, in this instance it's true, and you've known it's true your entire life, Mandi. That's why I can't take this place seriously sometimes, when I see women like Becky Balfour playing make believe in the ring instead of shaking her ass my way, or Emery Layton pretending she's some sort of champion, it's a laugh riot. I know I'm breaking your entire world apart here, Mandi, but because you've gotten yourself into this situation I have to try breaking a lot more, come Lights Out. This is only for your own good. The rest of you pay attention, Mikey Svarro knows how to play the game and he's here in the Union to stay!
Listen Hard!"
And cut.
Last Edit: Jun 20, 2017 17:18:13 GMT -5 by Mikey Svarro
The scene opens up outside of Chris Andrew, and Mandi Morrison’s home. A car pulls up, as Mandi climbs out. She is carrying something small, and brown in her arms. It was the bulldog puppy she had got Chris. She is soon joined by a young make that is not Chris, but instead their good friend William. Chris was inside the house as he had been injured at one of the shows he wrestled at for one of the other companies he was in besides Union. Mandi smiles, as she is petting the puppy, as William heads for the house. He was going to let Geordie, and Chris know they were back. When Mandi was off for her matches, or had places to go, Geordie would stay with Chris, while William went with Mandi. Once he was inside, Mandi looks down at the puppy, before looking up, as she lightly laughs.
Mandi: You know it’s funny when these sexist pigs pop up, acting like, thinking they are better than women, just because they are males. Please, this is not the old days, the days of men are better, and can do better than women. Funny, hasn’t it been proven that Womens are better, and smarter than men. Course now a days, you have ones like Mikey Svarro who still want to live in the old days. Pretty sad if you ask me.
The puppy in her arms whines,, wanting down. She laughs lightly, as she keeps holding him, not letting him down.
Mandi: You know looking at it, I’m going to just start calling Mikey, The dumb little dog, just full of bark, but no brains at all. I think that is a lot worse than the cute little puppies I been facing… sorry it’s just that way. Of course Mikey also thinks Chris, who is injured, can’t travel even is going to help me out. Ummm look at my matches, when have I needed Chris to help me out? When has he got me my wins, or even got in my matches? Never. Shows some people should actually check people out before trying to say things. Doubt that would ever happen. They will just go down as looking like idiots. I hope Mikey enjoys it. For now though, I have better things to do than worry about a Dumb little dog, so I will see you all at Lights Out.
She heads inside with the puppy, as the scene fades out.
