Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2019 3:39:48 GMT -6
Are you kidding me? Pulling my leg? Spinning the yarn? Knock-knock-knockin' on Micky's door?!
We see our oh-so dashing hero, Micky Kinkade, ignore your mother's pleas to see her in person over e-mail as he watches WrestleFest in his living room. Castle La Kinkade is as big, fancy, and dreamy as ever. Even his comfortable, pink recliner can't solve his problem, as Shadow Man's devilish good looks on the television have Micky in a grumpy mood. His bodyguard Big Fred sits in a chair next too him, seeming more focused on the action coming up.
I hate that Shadow Man, I tell ya Big Fred. He swears like a sailor, but has the face of a God. Like me! But just... older... how do people like him and not me?
It's not you, Mick, it's just the nostalgia. They do that all the time with these big shows.
Hmm... guess you're right, then again, these EWC geeeks can kiss my the left cheek of my tookus. I could be there giving him a piece of my mind though, just think; new breakout megastar tells old timer to zip it. I'd be a national treasure. Cyrus Black? More like Cyrus Who, let's talk about that oh-so sexy Micky Kinkade ha!... instead, that bum Rusty told me to train instead of going to France. Ridiculous!
The TV moves on too the Ambulance match, and whew boy, does Micky need a piss break! Big Fred on the other hand shakes his head. It's clear, even his own bodyguard gets annoyed at him, but Fredzilla pays close attention to the violence at hand, as Kinkade comes back, sporting a bathing robe, messy hair, and a plate of cup of V-8 in his official EWC cup (purchaseable at ewcprez.com/shop/merch/69!).
Not to cross you, but, he had a point, Boss. You don't have all that much time left to train. Thunder rolls around in January if you're trying to punch a ticket there.
Nah, I already got a guy for that. Local guy, he's getting about 5% of the pay day. I tell ya though, this "training"? Rusty's over reacting like always. He's thinking I'm gonna flop harder then a possible President Mac MMA career. That old man spends half a training session telling me about some random ass match he saw behind the curtain in the 80s. Like I give a crap? I would've smoked him in his prime. He needs to chill out, and stop getting in the way of my trips! I could take on any one of these sonsofbitches in my robe!
Suddenly, a huge explosion appears on the TV, followed by a HUGE figure walking down the aisle.
Big Fred simply looks over at Micky, who's taking huge gulps of his juice from his cup, as the intimidating Villano Volando's figure silences The Addictive One. Big Fred smirks and shakes his head, as the show rolls on.
The Kinkade Residence, Hollywood, CA
12/13/19
3:00 PM
12/13/19
3:00 PM
We see our oh-so dashing hero, Micky Kinkade, ignore your mother's pleas to see her in person over e-mail as he watches WrestleFest in his living room. Castle La Kinkade is as big, fancy, and dreamy as ever. Even his comfortable, pink recliner can't solve his problem, as Shadow Man's devilish good looks on the television have Micky in a grumpy mood. His bodyguard Big Fred sits in a chair next too him, seeming more focused on the action coming up.
I hate that Shadow Man, I tell ya Big Fred. He swears like a sailor, but has the face of a God. Like me! But just... older... how do people like him and not me?
It's not you, Mick, it's just the nostalgia. They do that all the time with these big shows.
Hmm... guess you're right, then again, these EWC geeeks can kiss my the left cheek of my tookus. I could be there giving him a piece of my mind though, just think; new breakout megastar tells old timer to zip it. I'd be a national treasure. Cyrus Black? More like Cyrus Who, let's talk about that oh-so sexy Micky Kinkade ha!... instead, that bum Rusty told me to train instead of going to France. Ridiculous!
The TV moves on too the Ambulance match, and whew boy, does Micky need a piss break! Big Fred on the other hand shakes his head. It's clear, even his own bodyguard gets annoyed at him, but Fredzilla pays close attention to the violence at hand, as Kinkade comes back, sporting a bathing robe, messy hair, and a plate of cup of V-8 in his official EWC cup (purchaseable at ewcprez.com/shop/merch/69!).
Not to cross you, but, he had a point, Boss. You don't have all that much time left to train. Thunder rolls around in January if you're trying to punch a ticket there.
Nah, I already got a guy for that. Local guy, he's getting about 5% of the pay day. I tell ya though, this "training"? Rusty's over reacting like always. He's thinking I'm gonna flop harder then a possible President Mac MMA career. That old man spends half a training session telling me about some random ass match he saw behind the curtain in the 80s. Like I give a crap? I would've smoked him in his prime. He needs to chill out, and stop getting in the way of my trips! I could take on any one of these sonsofbitches in my robe!
Suddenly, a huge explosion appears on the TV, followed by a HUGE figure walking down the aisle.
Big Fred simply looks over at Micky, who's taking huge gulps of his juice from his cup, as the intimidating Villano Volando's figure silences The Addictive One. Big Fred smirks and shakes his head, as the show rolls on.