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| Mike Polowy | Dec 29 2007, 12:29 PM Post #1 |
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2x Former sVo Champion
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He can feel the bright lights beating against his skull, pounding on his brain with an impact no steel chair could ever possibly hope to. His head is throbbing, and the ill-timed migraine is made no less painful by the still healing gash straddling his hairline. The long slit was barely held together after a day of picking at the stitches, and as the cameraman in front of him adjusts the main cameras to the likings of the director, it dawns on him that to all the viewer's at home, he's about to look like a two hundred plus pound man with a giant vagina on his forehead. He clears his throat, trying hard to ignore the pulsating spotlights bearing down on his eyes. Instead, he puts on a smile and adjusts the collar of his suit jacket. The cheap looking set is typical to late-night television, with it's gaudy, fake cityscape plastered to the back wall. It's painted on to look like New York City in the backdrop, though the Reno, Nevada location of the studio is a dead giveaway to the folks in the audience that it's a fallacy. Looking back, the sVo Champion wonders exactly how he got roped into doing the "Extra Late Super-Show" for Nevada's local primetime station, but regardless he understands that it's too damn late to walk off now. The studio audience is full of bored looking adults, with a wrestling fan tucked here and there. The resulting scene is almost humorous to behold, as the room as a whole remains motionless while several screaming idiots yell here and there for attention. Polowy finds himself chuckling as the campy jazz music begins to play over the PA system, the theme song to the already God-awful television show. From stage left, a man in his mid-thirties, his short cropped hair going gray near the sideburns, steps into camera shot as the show goes live. His gaudy, seventies-reject of a suit coat is practically neon in the bright spotlight, and as he sits down next to The Mike Effect, the old stale scent of scotch and cigarattes wafts immediately into his nostrils, making him crinkle up his nose. The host smiles at the camera, as the crowd mindlessly claps along to the 'APPLAUSE' sign hung just out of the camera's vision. His teeth, an almost-too-pearly white, stand out freakishly, and as the bad jazz music fades away the announcer's voice comes over the speakers. Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, LIVE, from RENO, NEVADA, it's the "Extra Late Super-Show"! With your host, the man with all the answers..... KEVIN NEWCASTLE! The crowd claps along again, as the host slides his microphone into place and checks to be sure that the switch is turned on. He taps one or two times, as the whole of the studio winces along to the feedback. Kevin: Heeeeelllloooo ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the show that stays up as long as you do, the 'Extra Late Super-Show', with me, the host with allllllllll the answers, Kevin Newcastle! Tonight, we've got a very special treat for everyone. With us, in a Super-Show exclusive, is the Heavyweight Champion of the Unsanctioned Violence Organisation, Michael 'The Direct Effect' Polowy. The crowd claps polite, but from the uncomfortable couch next to the desk the champion shoots Newcastle a look of absolute disgust. Polowy: Thanks Kevin, it's good to be here. Though I should mention, it's actually 'The MIKE Effect', and actually I'm the SANCTIONED Violence Organization champion. Though extra points for getting to know your subject matter before you have a guest on the show. Nice job. He rolls his eyes, but Kevin seems to miss the sarcasm entirely. He puts his big, fake grin on again, flashing his blinding smile at the man who helped make the sVo what it is today. Kevin: Well thank you, Michael. You've been having quite the week yourself, it seems. Last Sunday, at the sVo pay-per-view show Season's Greetings.... Polowy: ....Beatings.... Kevin: *ahem* Beatings, you took on former International Champion Jimmy... Polowy: ....Johnny.... Kevin: ... Johnny All-Star in a distinctly violent kind of wrestling match, the ladder match. And let me tell you something, folks, I saw this match in person and.... Polowy: HA! Bullshit. Kevin: *ahem* I saw the match on TiVo and let me just say, it was freaking brutal. I'm sure the viewers at home and our studio audience here in the... well... uh... studio can see the after effects of that absolute brutal match up. That gash looks awful man. Polowy smiles, his bullshit meter reading at all time highs. Both men understand that they are there to do a job, and as big an idiot as the host might be, starting a fight with a syndicated television host isn't the best way to gain positive feedback for your promotion. Polowy: Well, it definitely isn't pretty Kevin, but now at least some of the other boys in the sVo locker room have a chance at picking up a woman or two after the show. For now, at least. After all, these things heal. Besides, what's important is that like always, I retained the championship. Kevin nods his head, pretending to understand. Suddenly, he remembers the presence of his teleprompter, and he begins to 'smarten up' as he reads his dialogue off the screen. Polowy rolls his eyes, ignoring the prompts. Kevin: That you did. You've got quite an impressive record going for yourself in the sVo as of right now, Mike. You're 8 - 2 in singles competition since your debut in September, and you earned the distinction of being called the first ever sVo World Champion on October 28th, beating Joey Peyton in the final of the Victory Cup tournament. From there, your career has seemingly skyrocketed, while Peyton's trailed off into an eventual leave of absence. Do you think things would have been different for you if Peyton had captured the strap at Ultimate Victory? Polowy stares on at Kevin like a teenager looking at a doofy parent. Polowy: Well obviously. But that's a stupid question, because I DID capture the title. Joey Peyton's back, and he's gonna do his thing and I'm gonna do mine, and this isn't about his big return. So let's stay on topic. Kevin looks around nervously, clearing his throat. Kevin: So let's talk about the future. In a HUGE announcement, it's just been confirmed that on the 28th of January, the HWF will lock up for one night only with the sVo, and in the main event of that pay-per-view event we'll be seeing a rematch of Polowy/Fiasco! That's an absolute shocker to the wrestling world, but before that you've got a potentially tough match against sVo newcomer Jay Wildman next week on Showdown. Now the Wildman had a lot of unflattering things to say about you over the last few weeks... do you have a response to that here tonight? Mike chuckles, cracking his fingers nonchalantly. Polowy: Jay Wildman. Wasn't he on "Survivor"? For the first time a legitimate laugh can be heard from the crowd. The host chuckles along with them, but Polowy hasn't finished yet. Polowy: Yeah, I saw him. And I heard it all. Look, I'm not gonna waste a whole lot of time building this guy up and making it seem like he's got a chance. I tend to do that a lot when I get in front of the cameras and the bright lights... I get caught up in the moment and I make every single match I wrestle out to be the extravaganza of the century. I did it with Brock back in Project: Violence, I did it with High Flyer here in the sVo, and a whole handful of nobodies who graced your television screens for a week or two before fading away into the black hole of professional wrestling unemployment. I get over-excited, I exaggerate, and I sell my soul week after week to spike Showdown ratings, and to be honest I'm getting kind of tired of it. Jay Wildman would probably have had some potential back in the sixties, riding the Grateful Dead's big bearded wave back before his hairstyle was copyrighted by the Unibomber. He might have done alright in the seventies, snorting coke and beating his girlfriend along some of the disco greats at Studio 54. He may have even been big back in the eighties, when everyone was all about big hair and small talent. But unfortunately, it's almost the year 2008 and I don't think I can look you and America in the eyes and pretend for a second that Jay Wildman poses any kind of threat to my future as sVo champion. Kevin: Are you suggesting that Jay Wildman is out of your league? That would be a pretty bold statement. Polowy: Not at all Kevin. I'm not saying he's out of my league, that would be an arrogant and incorrect statement. Instead, I'm going to say he's not just out of my league, he's playing a different goddamned sport. I'm a wrestler. A champion. I fight with my mind and my body, and I sound like an intelligent human being when I get on the microphone. Jay Wildman beats up out of shape old men and slaps around women to prove his superiority. Do I need to take a skillet to the side of Candi Cross' face to prove I'm the best in the business? Hell no. I have this. He lifts the sVo Championship from his shoulder, hoisting it into the air with one hand and pointing at it with the other. Polowy: This is championship gold. And not just any gold. It's not the 'International' Title, that piece of garbage Psyko Stevo stole off of Nicholas Etch's barely functioning body. It's not the "Tardcore" Championship the most ridiculous prize in pro wrestling. It's the sVo CHAMPIONSHIP. The symbol that I'm the best in the business. And though I may be crass, and I may be cocky, I've proven time and time again that I'm deserving to hold this championship. Who in the hell is Jay Wildman to call me an unworthy champion? What has he done to prove that he even deserves the NON-TITLE match Jimmy Moretti has handed to him? He's walking into my company looking like ZZ Top with Down's Syndrome and making the fatal rookie mistake of calling out the biggest, baddest man in the federation to make a name for himself. I'm going to correct that mistake. I'm going to slap him so hard across his face that his grandchildren are going to be born with handprints on their cheeks, and I'm going to put him down harder than Captain D. at a taping of "Kids Say The Darndest Things". I'm going to embarrass him, I'm going to humiliate him, and I'm going to make him think twice before he makes vague callouts about people he knows nothing about. Kevin: Big words from a big man. But I'm afraid we're just about out of time for tonight, so... Polowy: I'm not done, jackass. You're not gonna invite me onto your show, make a few stupid jokes, and then cut me off midstream. Kevin: Well, I... Polowy: You nothing, Kevin. Newsflash, your show sucks, and eight people watch it. Which means, of course, that even if I only attract eight new viewers to your show with this little appearance, I'll have doubled your fucking viewing audience. So just shut your mouth, stop pretending to understand what I do or who I am, and listen to the words that are going to change your life. I'm tired of the wannabes. I'm tired of the fakers. I'm tired of Hostility showing their faces in my general direction and pretending that they'll ever be anything better than second best. I'm tired of Scuba Stevo and his red headed love slave prancing around on television every week like anyone gives a shit that they exist. And most of all, I'm tired of this bearded freak Jay Wildman taking up valuable space on television and taking up time I could be going to the bathroom with meaningless promos that take place in a cow barn somewhere in Wisconsin. No one cares now, no one will ever care, and getting your ass beat in front of thousands of people on Showdown isn't going to improve the odds that you'll ever be anything but an asterisk on a list of my accomplishments and defeated opponents. Johnny All-Star couldn't take my championship. Spring Heeled Jack couldn't take my championship. Neither could Curtis Knight, Brock, Jay Rayez, Jack Whitechapel, or any of the guys I've faced in my career who's boots you aren't worthy of lacing. I don't care who you are, what you've done, or how many cocktail waitresses you've left with black eyes and broken spirits. The fact is that I'm Michael Fucking Polowy, and you're not. You never will be. You want a shot at my title? Get over yourself and get in line, because you're the low man on the totem pole and I'm going to show you why at Showdown. NOW I'm done. He stands up, fuming, and flings the title back over his shoulder. With a grunt, he storms off the stage without another word, leaving the audience in a stunned silence. Kevin: Uhm. Thanks for watching... I'm Kevin Newcastle. Fade. |
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