Post by Mikey Svarro on Dec 25, 2018 11:46:28 GMT -5
The familiar sound of coins spilling out of a slot-machine is heard, echoing against the various other electronic game sounds used to lure people in. Bright lights, so you’re unable to tell what time of day it is. There’s all sorts of different types of people sitting between the rows, entranced in their game of choice. Of course, and these are simply the slots. Beyond them lie a multitude of tables, cards slapping down upon the felt.
"I bet you weren’t expecting to see me here, were you?”
The camera turns towards the voice...and what a voice it is. The Voice of Wrestling, Mikey Svarro sits upon a stool directly to the right. He’s got a cigarette hanging out of his right hand, naturally. He doesn’t even look at the camera, but slightly smirks.
“But I’ll ask you, exactly where else would I be? I’m sure most of you would probably prefer me crawled up in a ball, drinking my life away. Possibly you think I should be...training...for my upcoming match at Relapse?”
Svarro makes disgusted face at even the thought of running around a wrestling ring when he didn’t have to.
“I’ve never been the type to follow what every other Tom, Dick, and Harry are doing, and you’re especially not going to catch me using my own damn time to prepare for some match. I’m Mikey Svarro, it doesn’t matter what kind of situation I find myself in, because I know I’m always going to find my way out. A lot of good preparation did for many others who have tried their luck against mine. I’m set for life.”
“Which I suppose begs the question as to why I’d find myself back. If I’m having such a great time here, then why even return to a wrestling ring?”
Svarro pauses, waiting a few seconds.
“Mainly, because I can.”
“Every now and then I get the urge to step inside the ring and slap everyone upside the head. All these chumps nowadays take this game much too seriously, and they need a clown such as myself to snatch that pride away from them. Mikey Svarro plays an integral part in this whole machine, and I’m back to remind you all of that.”
He SLAMS the lever of the slot machine downwards, chuckling all the while.
“Besides, I think I’ve got some unfinished business here in Union Battleground. When I was here the first time I had a good few matches, onces that I won, no doubt. But I didn’t find myself within the title on my shoulder, not even a title shot for that matter. I through my weight behind my boys, the Firing Squad, only to watch them fall to The Outsiders. That’s alright, not everyone can be as good as yours truly, and even though it wasn’t a fault of my own, I still felt I didn’t accomplish anything I set out to do here. Union Battleground never got a true chance to see the type of star power that Mikey Svarro processes. And really, who am I to rob you of that? I just wouldn’t feel right if I never returned to give you EXACTLY the kind of entertainment that you want to see!”
“And best believe it WILL be entertaining. I’m sure this time around I’ll hear all the same things, comments about how I get my wins, something about making a mockery out of the sport. The only thing I have to say to people like that is that this is the sports ENTERTAINMENT business buddy, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to walk around here like another damn carbon copy.”
Winner! The buzzer sounds as an undetermined amount of coins bounce into the tray below. Svarro looks unfazed, as if he’s rather used to winning by this point.
“I’ll be honest, I really don’t know this Danny Colt dude that I’m supposed to be facing here in the first round of the Crown of the King Cobra tournament. I get that people slang that around like it’s going out of fashion, everytime they don’t like someone - but I truthfully don’t know what he’s done in his life, nor why he thinks he can come out on top here. I’m sure he’s got a real positive outlook on this whole situation - I’m sure he’ll try his hardest. But Danny, you’re going to find out that often your best just isn’t good enough.”
Mikey clears his throat for a moment.
“...not MY best, YOUR best…”
“There’s a very small amount of people that can even handle me at my best, let alone this tournament. I’ll tell you right now Danny, that you’re not going to be getting it. What you are going to get is classic Mikey Svarro. You’re be the better wrestler, but you’ll soon find out that means close to nothing in this industry, and you’ll lose because I’ve pointed out some sort of weakness in you. It’s what I do, and it’s the kind of man that I am. If you’ve got a weakness I can find, then you’ll quickly find it exploited and me walking out with my hand raised.”
“There’s a TINY part of me that feels bad for you, I’m sure you were looking for some sort of redemption yourself. You thought this was going to be your moment Danny, only to draw me in the first round. You’re going to feel cheated, but guess what? That’s the name of the game, and it’s my time to shine!”
“Bleh..I feel gross just saying that…’my time to shine’.”
“But the point remains, you’re the one who drew the short end of the straw, the one who gets sacrificed so the world can be re-introduced to the King of Media, Mikey Svarro!”
He stamps his cigarette out on the side of the machine and allows it to drop to the floor, not even taking a second to check if it’s out.
“Each and every competitor in this tournament is going to pop up in front of a camera, and try to sell you on them winning the entire thing. You’re going to hear all sorts of reasons as to why X wrestler is the best. Well I can tell you right now, ain’t no woman walking away with the King Cobra Championship, that’s just a given. I don’t care if your name’s Lisa Kaelan Lockhart...it’s not going to happen. That already eliminates a good chunk of these participants, and once we’ve taken out Danny here, that leaves even less.”
“I can’t promise you ratings on these other tournament matches, I can’t call a name and promise that person will be in the finals BUT I can promise you it’s going to be a damn good show. I can promise you that Mikey Svarro will never give you less than what you came here to see, shenanigans and the like. I can promise that you’re going to see Mikey Svarro standing tall when this whole thing is all said and done!”
Svarro takes a moment to grab his signature shades from his pocket, winking to the camera.
“Have I ever lied?”
Mikey throws the shades upon his face, before exclaiming his signature line.
