Promo: Know Your Role

[Guest Chuck Woolery]

So, yeah, I used a cameo of Y2K... I apologize, I wanted to use IL but he signed off before I could ask him so you get the sWo's resident jobber. You're welcome.

 

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Fade In...

 

Our scene opens up in a hotel room, where Mike Van Siclen sits in a chair, in front of a window, the Portland skyline behind him as he sits quietly, the low hum of the television displaying highlights of the Mighty Ducks/Red Wings game but Van Siclen can't even be bothered to look... he simply sits, looking straight down, obviously deep in thought. Nothing moves, and then...

 

*KNOCK!*

 

Van Siclen's head jerks up and he stares at the door, a look of blankness and perturbedness penetrating his face as he lets out a yell.

 

"Door's unlocked!"

 

The door swings open and in steps Y2K, Van Siclen's old running mate in the sWo. The youngster looks at Mike with a knowing look and lets himself in, shutting the door behind him and sitting down on the bed. He looks at Van Siclen and begins to speak.

 

"You called, Mikey?"

 

"Yeah, Y, I did."

 

"Why?"

 

"... I need to talk to someone, and you're the only person, really, that I could ever trust - you never ratted me out to Myers and you'll never let a soul know what I'm about to say."

 

"I'm flattered, Mike."

 

Van Siclen looks at Y2K with a glare that plainly says, "I'm not in the mood." Y2K stops his chuckle and Van Siclen begins speaking again.

 

"Y, I don't know why I'm here, man - I shouldn't be, you know? It's so weird to be up here, and for a while I could blame the losses on being inexperienced but now I know this game, I've known this game for two years, man, and I've got the skills to beat these people that they're throwing me up against..."

 

"Then stop bitching and do it."

 

"...what?"

 

"I said, stop bitching and do it. Nobody pays their money to hear you whine and complain about how this shit is too hard. If it was easy everyone would do it - it's not, they don't, and you do, so you're supposed to be better than this petty bitching."

 

Y2K looks at Mike with a sad look.

 

"Apparently, however, you're not."

 

Van Siclen stares back at Y2K, his look cold.. but it softens, as Mike's head slumps down once again.

 

"I am, though."

 

"You're sure as hell not proving it."

 

"I shouldn't have shit to prove, Y2K. I shouldn't have to prove that I can hang with anybody because I proved that time and time again back in the JL. I proved that I could beat Janus, I proved that I could beat Ordonez, Taylor, Z - I owned them all, and look where they are and look where I am."

 

"The JL doesn't mean shit either, Mike. If it did then why would anybody ever want to get out?"

 

"I don't think I did want out, though. At least not then - people say that you're not always the best judge of yourself, Y, but when you bust your ass and do well and are passed over it stings, man. And then when you finally are chosen, but you don't feel like you should've been, you feel like you've cheated the system - that stings even worse, because you're getting what you want and you don't even want it."

 

"You don't want this, Mike?"

 

"Now? No, I don't."

 

Y2K looks at Mike in disbelief, standing up and pacing away from Van Siclen before turning back to face him.

 

"Do you realize what some people would do for this shot, Mike? People have killed themselves trying to get this far, and you do it before you're twenty-five. You've got thirty-year-olds in the SJL and here you are, twenty-three, and you've proven yourself as better than them. You have proven yourself, Mike, but what you've proven is worthless. You've proved that you're better than a couple of guys in an inferior league, wow, good job, that's immediately assumed when you get here. Do you understand that?"

 

"Do you even understand me, Y2K? Do you understand what it's like to toil away for two years while everybody you know gets pushed? While the guy who ruined your own push becomes World Champ?"

 

Y2K's gaze never wavers from Van Siclen.

 

"No, Mike, I don't."

 

He pauses, staring coldly at Van Siclen before delivering his next words.

 

"And I don't care. You're hear and now you've gotta prove yourself or you may as well change your name to Fire Angel and go right back to the JL, because if you're going to have an "I'm-above-this" trip then you're right back to where you were."

 

Van Siclen, angry now, tries to get under Y2K's skin.

 

"Yeah? Where's that?"

 

Y2K, who had turned to leave, opens the door. As he steps out, he turns once more to face Mike.

 

"Mediocrity."

 

Y2K turns around again, exiting. Mike, who had stood up in his anger, looks at the door in disbelief for a good minute... then sits down once again, letting the words sink in... only the one repeats in his mind... mediocrity... mediocrity... mediocrity... Van Siclen speaks once more, whispering angrily to himself...

 

"By the time I'm done nobody will ever... ever... call me mediocre... again..."

 

Fade Out

[Guest Ace309]

Ooh, motivation.

 

Nice promo, MVS. Now follow it up.

[Secret Agent 0]

Nice, although I have no idea who Y2K is. Still you better not try and follow this up with a good match at my expense! ::Shakes Fist!::

[Guest Powerplay]

Nice, although I have no idea who Y2K is. Still you better not try and follow this up with a good match at my expense! ::Shakes Fist!::

Y2K was a guy who was around for about a week in the JL and was part of the sWo. He wore a Vega mask and was escorted to the ring by Fabio's stunt double. He was basically the confidant for everyone and also a perpetual jobber.

 

On the promo:

Well, it's- Hey, wait a sec. *Reads it closer*

 

I officially retract any comments on the promo.