Guest Chuck Woolery Report post Posted August 9, 2002 Nighttime. The darkness engulfs the room, as one man sits alone, in a corner. Nothing to see, or so you would think... unless you got a look into the blonde's mind. He is Mike Van Siclen... member of the New Sound, the one and only. Sitting in the corner is a ritual of his, pre-match thing, a nice change from his normally upbeat and - dare it be said? - obnoxious behavior. But oh well... it's just one of those things. And then the lights come on. Hey, someone always ruins the moment. "What up, Mike?" asks Y2K, who is unbooked... again. "Notta whole lot, Y, just thinking about facing Ironman... I'm pretty pissed tonight, and I'm gonna take it all out on him. (Editor's note: in about, oh, eight hours, that'll sound ridiculous)" "Why you pissed, Mikey?" "It's a lot of things, Y, and they're all about ready to boil over." "Why's that?" "I take it you've seen the card?" "That I have. We gotta win that six-..." "What's this 'we' bullshit? There's no we here. This is a bunch of guys put together so we can all save Mak's ass, or Fugue's, or fucking..." and this, Mike says with huge sarcasm, "Myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ers." "What do you have against Myers?" Mike looks at Y2K and snickers a bit. "What do I have against Myers?" "That's what I asked, man." "You know what I've got against Myers? That motherfucker got put through a flaming table, by me, when I won the Television title. As I remember it, he was too busy being Pedigreed onto a car by Last Supper or whatever to even concentrate on a 'lowly jobber' like me." "Okay... that doesn't exactly breed resentment." "You're right, it doesn't. What does is the fact that some dumbass who walks around under the name Poisyn, retires, and then comes back, what, six days later? That makes me upset." "That'd make me laugh." "Then I'm sure you were like the fucking tickle monster all through this summer." "I'm not laughing. Anyway... is that it?" "No, of course not." "Then what else is there?" Mike heaves a sigh. "You might want to leave, man... you're friends with Myers, and I don't want him finding out about any of this shit." "I won't tell him, Mike. You can trust me." Mike laughs coldly. "What a fucking crock." "What does that mean?" "How the hell can I trust you? I barely know you, I don't give two shits about your thoughts... fuck, I don't give two shits about anyone in this goddamn fed's thoughts. Why should I?" "Then why don't you tell me, if you don't care?" "If you really must know, I'm pissed off about one thing. Matt fucking Myers comes in from his retirement, even though he wasn't shit before he 'retired', and he has one match and fucking main events! Him, a one-show wonder, over me, who's been busting ass for motherfuckers like you for two months! Him, a b-list wrestler with a-list connections, over me, an a-list wrestler with c-list connections. He doesn't deserve shit except to be jobbing to fucking Cutthroat, because he hasn't earned shit. I've been in this fucking fed for twenty months... that's a long fucking time, and do you know how many shows I've main evented?" Y2K fidgets. "I don't." "None." Mike's voice goes flat. "I haven't main-evented a single show in twenty months. Three gimmicks. Six stables. No main-events. I'm not even a bad wrestler, and I'm damn sure the premier promo guy in the league. But noooooo... we get some shitty Francis/CIA variation week after week after week. I think that everybody is just about sick of watching those two... there's a thirst, and that thirst is for a main event wrestler. And I'll tell you, Y, there's only one man who can quench that thirst." The camera pans to Y2K and then back to Mike. "Me." --- Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest SupaTaft Report post Posted August 9, 2002 Hey, I liked the promo. Good job keeping Y2K involved, I was picturing him taking a Jack Victory sort of angle anyways. Very well put together and (Y) at getting a little bit deeper inside the head of MVS. -Taft Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Chuck Woolery Report post Posted August 9, 2002 Not to self shill or anything (me? Self shill? Awnaw), read this promo. Not to self shill or anything. - Mike Van Siclen. +1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Listen2Reason Report post Posted August 9, 2002 Very good promo, I thought. To be honest, Y2K seemed kinda flat here...I mean he was just like "What? How? Why's that? Tell me more!"...I understand why you did it that way, but maybe some more characterization...if Y2K is even around here any more. Is he? Oh well, whatever. ; But the actual heart of the promo, the ranting and stuff--that was golden. I really felt the frustration and anger. So a big (Y) for the whole thing. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest kelloggs Report post Posted August 10, 2002 I finally got to read this and Mike you rant like a champ. Interesting stuff and only good things can come of this for you. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
