Saturday, May 21, 2011

New Talent Arrives

May 21st 2011

*Jay Phillips is standing in the NRWL Interview area by himself.*

Jay Phillips: Hello fans. As you have probably heard, the NRWL has signed Mikey Armstrong to the roster. His arrival comes just after a big win in an exhibition match at our last show. I'd like to bring him out right now to introduce the fans to him. Mikey Armstrong, come on out!

*Mikey Armstrong comes out to the interview stage, smiling. He shakes Jay's hand.*

JP: Mikey Armstrong, welcome to the NRWL!

Mikey Armstrong: Wow. This is amazing. Finally, after years of being a fan, I'm officially in the NRWL. Jay, it is so intense! I can't even begin to describe it. To be considered a peer with all the other amazing talent is truly an honor and I intend to use this opportunity to its fullest!

JP: You had a huge win in an exhibition match last week. What were your thoughts going out there?

MA: My only thought was to go out there and make sure people remembered me. I was up against some big names. As far as the fans knew, Don Suave and I were nobodies. Invisible. I knew I had to change that perception! Now, did I expect to win that match? *Mikey thinks about this a moment* Yeah, I suppose I did.

*Jay stares at Mikey for a moment and then shakes his head as if to regain his focus*

JP: Wow. Umm... So you expected to win the match and you did it! Did you think you'd be offered an NRWL contract so quickly after this?

MA: Jay, I'm a wrestler. I don't draw up contracts or know the private matters of the company. I knew that they needed me but I didn't know if they realized that. It turns out they did and it was a great move on the company's part.

JP: And now that ---

MA: And also, I'd actually like to take this opportunity to thank someone.

JP: Oh. Sure. Who would you like to thank?

MA: I'd like to thank Quasar and Meinrad von Brakkus.

JP: Really? Do you feel that they taught you some skills that will help you going forward? It was a great match you had with them!

MA: What? No. No! I'd like to thank Quasar for sucking bad enough to get himself fired. Without him around, it made room for me. Quasar, from the bottom of my heart, I am eternally grateful for you and your lack of skills. May you have nothing but success in finding your favorite TV shows while you sit at home on your couch. And Meinrad. I'd like to thank you for being Quasar's partner. Who knows? If he had teamed up with a more talented wrestler, that man could have carried the match and made the outcome different.

JP: What? That is truly disrespectful! You don't really mean that!

MA: Sometimes the truth hurts, Jay.

JP: Well, you know that Meinrad has challenged you to a match, right?

MA: I actually did not know this. Sounds good to me. I'll show everyone what I'm made of by beating Meinrad again, one-on-one. It's not much of a challenge, but you have to start somewhere, right Jay?

*Mikey is smiling with his head held high and his hands on his hips. He looks confident and proud.*

JP: Meinrad von Brakkus is not a pushover! I think you need to take this more seriously.

MA: Jay, it's simple. Out wrestle the man and pin him. One. Two. Three. Mikey Armstrong wins!

JP: Yeah, but it's a TLC match.

*Mikey's smile drops and his head lowers slightly. He stares straight out at nothing off camera.*

MA: A what?

JP: TLC match. Tables, ladders, and chairs.


MA: Oh. *he clears his throat while still staring ahead* I... see... Well. If that's what it is, then... That's... what it... is... then.

*Jay smiles a little but only for a moment. Mikey's face has paled and he continues to just stare blankly.*

JP: So are you still confident about your chances in this match?

MA: Yep!

JP: Is there anything else you'd like to add?

MA: Nope!

JP: Well, there you have it. Mikey Armstrong makes his official debut against Meinrad von Brakkus in a TLC match *Mikey's eyebrows raise slightly upon hearing this again* next week. Good luck, Mikey! Welcome to the NRWL!

*Jay walks off camera, leaving Mikey to stand alone, continuing to stand there with a blank stare.*