Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2013 15:48:19 GMT -5
"Hi. I'm Mike Savage and I'm a little pissed right now."
[Mike Savage spoke these words as he stood on the outside balcony of a low end hotel room. He was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, clean dark blue jeans, black basketball shoes and a TNT snap-back hat turned backwards over his short blonde hair. Unlike last week in his debut, he didn't have a cocky grin plastered onto his face nor spoke with sarcasm. He leaned forward on the balcony's wrought iron handrail and looked out on the outskirts of Nashville that sprawled out beneath him. The only sound was that of cars driving by on the near highway which Mike suddenly spoke over.]
Mike Savage: "No. Not happy at all for you see in this past week I've been employed by MPW I have been nothing but SCREWED! First I have to debut in a damn dark match against some big forheaded jail bird THEN I'm interrupted by him while I'm addressing the idiots in the crowd THEN he gets a cheap shot and the win THEN I'm told I have to go against that same little prick in a tag team match with this egotistical douche bag with a letter for a last name as my partner and a God damned oompa loompa who looks like he'd rather be inside the chocolate factory if you know what I mean and NOW I've been graciously accommodated with this trash hole of a hotel room that isn't even clean. I'm too embarrassed by it to bring a respectable woman over here so I'm forced to spend my time with some fugly ring rats who probably just came from that looser Trey Baxter's hotel! This is BULLSHIT!"
[Mike turns and slides open the hotel room's sliding glass door a little too hard and flinches at the sound of it suddenly shattering. He sighs audibly and facepalms before turning back to the camera.]
Mike Savage: "Now you take all that and add on to it that I have to deal with you shoving that damn camera into my face now and you get a big heaping pile of bad fucking day so I'm going to make this very short and very rude. Jason X, you can take your 'doing all the work' and 'letting me celebrate' nonsense and choke on it because I'm not letting you upstage me in my television debut. Taufik, you may have 'almost' forgotten about me but you will have a good jogging of the memory when I knock that delivery pizza right out of your fat ass and as far as me bringing a couple ladies back to the locker room is concerned I don't think that's any of your damn business so keep your obvious jealousy to yourself and your weird fantasies. Oh and Lucas, I haven't heard from you this week so I'm going to just tell you that you got lucky last week so don;t you go getting any ideas that you'll have some kind of ace up your sleeve or any other boring card puns because I'll just take your ace and make you eat it."
[Mike wlaks across his dingy hotel room, opens the door and leaves, slamming it shut behind him and bringing this promo to an immediate halt.]
**Note. Sorry about shortness. Got home from work late and didnt want to no show....again**
[Mike Savage spoke these words as he stood on the outside balcony of a low end hotel room. He was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, clean dark blue jeans, black basketball shoes and a TNT snap-back hat turned backwards over his short blonde hair. Unlike last week in his debut, he didn't have a cocky grin plastered onto his face nor spoke with sarcasm. He leaned forward on the balcony's wrought iron handrail and looked out on the outskirts of Nashville that sprawled out beneath him. The only sound was that of cars driving by on the near highway which Mike suddenly spoke over.]
Mike Savage: "No. Not happy at all for you see in this past week I've been employed by MPW I have been nothing but SCREWED! First I have to debut in a damn dark match against some big forheaded jail bird THEN I'm interrupted by him while I'm addressing the idiots in the crowd THEN he gets a cheap shot and the win THEN I'm told I have to go against that same little prick in a tag team match with this egotistical douche bag with a letter for a last name as my partner and a God damned oompa loompa who looks like he'd rather be inside the chocolate factory if you know what I mean and NOW I've been graciously accommodated with this trash hole of a hotel room that isn't even clean. I'm too embarrassed by it to bring a respectable woman over here so I'm forced to spend my time with some fugly ring rats who probably just came from that looser Trey Baxter's hotel! This is BULLSHIT!"
[Mike turns and slides open the hotel room's sliding glass door a little too hard and flinches at the sound of it suddenly shattering. He sighs audibly and facepalms before turning back to the camera.]
Mike Savage: "Now you take all that and add on to it that I have to deal with you shoving that damn camera into my face now and you get a big heaping pile of bad fucking day so I'm going to make this very short and very rude. Jason X, you can take your 'doing all the work' and 'letting me celebrate' nonsense and choke on it because I'm not letting you upstage me in my television debut. Taufik, you may have 'almost' forgotten about me but you will have a good jogging of the memory when I knock that delivery pizza right out of your fat ass and as far as me bringing a couple ladies back to the locker room is concerned I don't think that's any of your damn business so keep your obvious jealousy to yourself and your weird fantasies. Oh and Lucas, I haven't heard from you this week so I'm going to just tell you that you got lucky last week so don;t you go getting any ideas that you'll have some kind of ace up your sleeve or any other boring card puns because I'll just take your ace and make you eat it."
[Mike wlaks across his dingy hotel room, opens the door and leaves, slamming it shut behind him and bringing this promo to an immediate halt.]
**Note. Sorry about shortness. Got home from work late and didnt want to no show....again**