| High Flyer: An Onstage Dramatization; Showdown #2 RP #2 | |
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| Mike Polowy | Oct 13 2007, 09:08 PM Post #1 |
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2x Former sVo Champion
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The house lights dim. A lone punching bag stands at stage left, a single spotlight shining upon it as soft, classical music plays in the background. It sounds like something one might hear on an old, black and white television show, yet more melodramatic... something along the lines of 'Lassie' meets 'Titanic." There is half of a set built in the backdrop, what looks like a makeshift, dilapidated barn. The music fades out, and from stage right, our hero enters. He stands about three feet tall, and though he is obviously not the man he is pretending to be, the midget sauntering across the stage is obviously supposed to be sVo's High Flyer. He is wearing a loose, black tanktop with some gym shorts, the words "Flying High" splattered across the front of the shirt in some extreme looking font. He takes a pair of boxing gloves from the table near the backdrop, stuffing his small, stubby fingers inside and strapping them up. Midget HF: I don't need any of you. I don't need ANYBODY. He swings one of his miniature fists at the bag, barely moving it as he starts connecting with punches. Midget HF: I don't need you, Mike... or you, dad. I don't need your negativity. I don't need respect from the people I work with. I don't need fame, or glory. All I need is this heavy bag... ...and a pocket full of dreams. He continues hitting the heavy bag, when another man walks in front stage left. He's wearing a college sweater with an embroidered logo, and is wearing a bad pompadour wig. He's supposed to be a bad impersonation of High Flyer's friend Mike, though in honesty he doesn't look much like him. He takes a long, hard look at High Flyer in disgust. Mike: Why do you bother? You're never gonna make it! Everyone hates you, you're useless! USELESS! The midget High Flyer tries to ignore him, as a single tear rolls down his face. Suddenly, from stage right, another man enters. He's older looking, his clothes faded and gray. He's holding a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels and stumbling visibly. Midget HF: God dad, why do you have to drink so much? The father figure sneers, pulling back and backhanding his smallish son. High Flyer Jr. winces as he takes the blow, hard into the face. Dad: Shut the hell up! I'll do whatever I want, I drink because you're a disappointment. High Flyer stops hitting the back, squaring off and looking at his father. Midget HF: You may be an alcoholic, dad, but I know deep down you've got a heart of gold. His father drops the bottle, staring at his son. A tear rolls down his cheek as he rushes to hug his child. Dad: Damnit, son, you're right! I love you so much! And I know you're gonna destroy that Polowy character this week in his hometown, even though the match is in Las Vegas and his hometown is on the other end of the country in Atlantic City, New Jersey! Mike rushes in, and the three of them embrace in the middle of the ring. In the meantime, a large pair of badly constructed wings begins to descend on plainly visible strings, lowered from the ceiling. Dad and Mike strap the wings onto his back, and they begin to lift, hovering him a few inches off the ground. Midget HF: Dad, Mike, my time here as passed. I have to move on now, on to the Victory Cup! GOODBYE, EVERYONE! GOODBYE! REACH FOR YOUR DREAMS! He begins to fly off stage left. Midget HF: REACH FOR THE SKYYYYYYYY! He disappears offstage for a moment, but before the curtain can close, there is a sharp cracking sound, and Midget High Flyer flies back onto the stage, unconscious. Suddenly, 'The Mike Effect' Mike Polowy walks onstage, a steel chair in his hand. He drops it down onto the fallen midget. He's wearing a black beret with a black beat poet looking outfit. He turns and look directly into the camera. Polowy: Ladies and gentlemen, what you have just seen is a warning. A visual omen of things to come. You see, sVo isn't an after school special. It's not a place for Dr. Phil and Oprah where families come back together and relationships are forged from sugar and spice and all that crap that makes me wanna gag. Hell, if you listen to High Flyer, it's not even a place for geography. Him and his friend there obviously don't know the difference between New Jersey and Nevada, which I suppose explains a lot of other things as well. But regardless, the sVo is a place for exactly that... Sanctioned fucking Violence. And I don't care how many times he's gonna hug his father on camera, it's not going to change the fact that all odds, hugs, punches, and arguments aside, this week I'm going to slaughter High Flyer and move one step closer to attaining the Victory Cup, one step closer to showing my dominance in this company, and one step closer to being the World Champion. I promise you that as champion, there won't be any wishy washy incidents with my father. I promise that my college sorority sisters will never tell me I 'can't do it' on screen. And I promise you that punks like the High Flyer will never make it in this company, ever. Thank you, folks, and goodnight. He takes a quick bow, pointing at his supporting cast. The father has passed out from the alcohol, and Mike has wandered offscreen. The midget is still passed out, just leaving Polowy there alone. He smiles, waving to the camera as the curtain comes down and the camera fades to black. |
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-The First Sanctioned Violence Organization World Champion -Winner of the Victory Cup | |
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