| New Years Evil; [sd-11] RP #1 | |
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| Mike Polowy | Jan 2 2008, 04:20 AM Post #1 |
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2x Former sVo Champion
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Polowy: Dun nun nun, NUN, nun, NUN, nun, NUN, nun nun, NUN, dun nun nun, NUN nun, NUN, myyyyy Sharona... He bites his lip, humming through the chorus to the seventies hit, which has been stuck in his head for the better part of the evening. Polowy: That Alex Ross kid sure has a good head on his shoulders. Smart guy. Good taste in music. It's New Year's Day, and after retaining the sVo Championship at the last Showdown of the year 2007, sVo Champion Michael Polowy finds himself feeling pretty good. On the first day of 2008, things are going pretty well for the self proclaimed living legend... his career is on track, his record is nearing an all time high, and overall it's a good time to be champion. Going into the new year with the strap promises to create new challenges, and with a flood of recent signings to the sVo, many new opponents are beginning to rear their ugly heads over the horizon. Humming through the Knack's 1970's classic, the tune stuck in his head since seeing the debut promo of sVo rookie Alex Ross just yesterday, Polowy pours himself a glass of champagne. The large loft apartment is his most recent investment in the glitzy city of Las Vegas, with it's high ceilings and huge picture window covering the entire back wall. The view of the city is amazing, with the flashing lights of the neon jungle peering in from the distance. The apartment, much like the man who occupies it, is both loud and confident, with the faintest touch of class. Polowy: I'll must say, there is something to be said for underappreciated talent. He raises his glass, like he's making a toast, before taking a long sip. He smiles and smacks his lips as he swallows it down. Polowy: Actually, there's a whole LOT to say for underappreciated talent. Some of the greatest artists, writers, and performers of our time have gone unappreciated in their own right. The Knack was a great band, but were they truly appreciated? No. Alex Ross appreciates The Knack. I appreciate The Knack. That's why I like this kid. But it's not just bands. Painters. Van Gogh. Picasso. Writers. Edgar Allen Poe. Shakespeare. And then, of course, there's me. I know it sounds cocky, calling myself an underappreciated talent. But you know what? Week after week after week after week guys stroll down to the ring expecting a clean sweep over The Mike Effect, and week after week after week after week they get sent packing. Their tails get tucked between their legs when my arm is raised, and all of the sudden they shut right the hell up. Well, most of em. He shakes his head, taking another sip from the glass. A chuckle escapes his throat as he wanders towards the picture window, looking out over the city. Polowy: You see, there is a pretty strict formula in professional wrestling. It's unwritten, but it's pretty damn strict. When you think you've got a guys number, you call him out. If he's got the guts... you've got yourself a match. You wrestle him, and if you lose? You go away. You back the hell up. You have enough common sense and dignity to not keep burying yourself in the same sad little hole week after week by making senseless accusations and repeated challenges. And for the most part, people uphold the rule. Johnny All-Star made his challenge, and when I left him lying in the ring at Season's Beatings, he walked away with his dignity. He didn't accuse me of being a cheat, or a false champion. He didn't whine to his partners about being screwed. He took his ball and he went home and in a few weeks, the fans will all forget that he even challenged me for the damn title. The last couple of weeks, though, I've been coming up a sad lot of gentlemen who just don't get the hint. Howie Banks got the taste slapped out of his mouth a few weeks ago, when he faced off against me on Showdown. I mean, he got DESTROYED. He whined all week about how he was going to beat me, and then he got his Ronald McDonald looking ass handed right back to him on a silver platter. But could he take it gracefully? Hell no. First, he gets his life partner Psyko Stevo and their big buddy bodyguard Julian Fiasco to jump me and cost me a clean win. Then, he and Stevo spend the next few weeks talking an endless amount of trash about how they embarrassed me, and how that's all Banks was out to do right from the get go. Is this guy kidding me? You wrestle to win, Opie Taylor, not to embarrass. And you lost, plain and simple. This guy just won't quit. And then there's my opponent from last week, Jay Wildman. Howie Banks at least has a credible persona behind his whining antics. He's an accomplished wrestler, and he has the record to prove it. Is he Mike Polowy? No. But he's no slouch between the ropes. This guy Wildman, though? He's a nobody. I keep hearing all these stories about his past, how he was a champion who lost his title. Was this before or after Survivor? Was this before or after you saved Harry Potter from the flying toilet seats at Hogwarts, Hagrid? Jesus, the guy doesn't even LOOK like a champion, much less have the skills required to hold a championship. And yet he's whining on and on about taking a loss at Showdown last week. He claims he 'won the title' from me. Funny, I don't seem to recall that. You see, Jimmy Moretti never sanctioned a title match last week, which means that I never lost the title. In fact, I never lost anything, period. I vaguely recall some kind of match restart, though I don't recall exactly why. I just remember that Jay Wildman never got a legal pin. He never beat me. And anyone who says otherwise is not only a goddamned liar, but they're just plain wrong. And yet Jay Wildman is whining this week that he didn't get a fair shake. He sighs, plopping down into a plushy leather chair near the window. He finishes off the glass of champagne, setting the glass down delicately on the end table next to him. Polowy: Boo hoo. This is professional wrestling. The art of the clean win faded away about the same time as your hairstyle, Wildman. You do what you have to do to survive, and anyone coming to the ring expecting not to take a few low blows is just an idiot. Do you know how many run-ins, chair shots, low blows, and ambushes I've fallen victim to? A lot. But I'm not out there week after week, whining about the calamities of my life and making myself look like a damned fool for it. At Season's Beatings, despite the constant interference on the part of Sonny Carter and his band of morons, I still managed to come out on top. It's the nature of the sport, and if you can't handle it, then maybe you ought to go back to the minor leagues. These three guys have been on my nuts tighter than crabs for the last three weeks, so you'd think the last thing I'd want to do is have to face off against them again this week, right? Wrong. He smiles, his trademarked cocky grin. His posture becomes more relaxed as he slouches down into the chair a little bit. Polowy: When I found out that Moretti had booked an eight man tag team match this week for Showdown, I was thrilled. Another opportunity to embarrass the same group of idiots who just can't get it through their heads that I'm the better man? Another chance to send them packing with tears in their eyes and a whining little song in their hearts? I'd take that in a second. And it doesn't matter if Pysko Stevo brings the entire HWF roster over here with him. It doesn't matter if Howie Banks thinks he's "Tardcore" now, just because he won a stupid piece of leather that gives him license to hit people with blow up dolls and kayaks week after week. And it really doesn't faze me that Jay Wildman probably has the entire cast of Will & Grace stuffed up inside that big bushy beard of his, ready to jump me when I least expect it. Because I've beat them before, and I'll beat them again. And this time, I've got a special surprise meant just for the three of them. Wait till Showdown, boys. You guys may have Johnny All-Star, but this week you face the All-Star TEAM. He winks at the camera, nodding as he gets up to pour himself another glass of champagne, as the camera fades to black. |
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