Post by rkoreborn on Feb 25, 2007 7:42:54 GMT -5
The Real KnockOut
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The scene begins as RKO is sitting comfortably at his home, enjoying some reruns of the classic show that is Seinfeld. He has just gotten home from his lifting session, where he worked on his lats, tricepts and bicepts for almost 2 hours. It is a miserable day outside, with periods of heavy rain with several bouts of lightning to boot. RKO just wants to call it a day and rest, without worrying about any of his issues he is having...like his Xtreme Title rematch with Prozac...how, as RKO is enjoying his sitcoms, a commercial comes on, advertising this weeks edition of Side Effect. As the advertisement is laying, it shows several clips from St. Valentines Day Massacre, clips such as Johnny Mental winning the XVI Championship, Fade completely destroying Halo, and Ashley knocking out Ironman...then clips of RKO's ladder match appears...the match that Prozac won. RKO sees how he was humiliated at the hands of that punk Prozac...RKO knows it was a fluke, but the people have all turned their backs on him, and they want nothing more then to see him get his ass whooped by Prozac. Prozac has become a fan favorite, and RKO wonders...how? He never did anything to upset the fans...just as RKO is wondering about whether he can trust the fans, RKO hears a knock on the door. RKO wonders just who would be visiting on such a lazy, dreary day like this? Nonetheless, RKO answers the door...
Unidentified Man: "Ummm, hello, is this, ummm, Mr. Terry "RKO" Cross? I would like to speak with him for a few moments..."
RKO: "Yes, this is RKO...who are you, and what business do you have with me on a day like this?"
Unidentified Man: "Ummm...yes, well, ummm, my name is, ummm, Michael Donovan, and I am an official XVI reporter...I was sent by my boss to, ummm, get a word with you about the PPV, and about your rematch this week with Prozac for the Xtreme Chanpionship...if you don't mind, that is...if you want me to leave, I will..."
RKO: "Ughh, no, you can come in for a few questions...but not for long...like some, ummm, Corona? Thats all I have..."
MD: "Ummm, thats ok, I really can't, ummm, drink on the job, I'll have a glass of water, please...thanks."
RKO gets Mr. Donovan a glass of water, thinking this must be some new guy. He is constantly stammering when he speaks, and he often doesn't know what to say when RKO says something to him. RKO, however, lets him come in anyways. He is very angry about losing his title, and he wants nothing more than to win it back at this weeks Side Effect. Now, during most situations, RKO wouldve immediately "thrown" out the reporter, literally the hard way...however, RKO feels some compassion for the not-so-self-proclaimed "noobie" and decides to make his day and have a...friendly chat with him...
MD: "Ummm, thanks alot, ummm, RKO. What do you have to say to, ummm, Prozac, about his...ummm, flaunting of his championship? I mean, hes going out and getting cars, and, ummm, whatnot, and it seems he has almost forgotten about you...it seems that you are on the back burner of the new...ummm, champion, and I would like to, ummm, what you would like to say to Prozac real quick..."
RKO gets very...frustrated when Mr. Donovan calls Prozac the new "champion."RKO knows that Prozac is a fluke, and a sideshow...he knows that he is a better wrestler than Prozac...
RKO: "You really want to know what I think, how I am feeling? Well...I feel...almost, happy. Gleeful, Why, you ask? Because Prozac is having his fun in the spotlight now, but he has no idea what it takes to be a true champion...he doesnt realize that he has a target on his back, and it means that everytime he walks into Side Effect, I will beat his ass to a pulp, until I am once again declared champion...let him have his fun for now, because I can guarantee you, Mr. Donovan, that the Xtreme Championship will be around my waist come Side Effect...and not only that, I can take whatever measure I feel like to make this fool cry...if I wasnt to use a barb wired bat, I can...if I want to use flaming tables, I can...if I want to use my trusty ole sledgehammer, I damn sure can...Prozac, you better watch your ass, because come Side Effect, that ass will be sittin in a stretcher, unable to move your sorry self...enjoy your little title reign while it lasts...because its gonna end pretty damn quick when I get my hands on you, you punk...you pathetic excuse...for a wrestler...now, Mr. Donovan...get outta here...
Mike quickly scurries out of the condo...before he feels RKO wrath for real...Prozac better watch his ass out come Side Effect, because if he thinks he'll be champ...hes got a nother thing comin'...and yes, I did quote a Judas Priest song...RKO is a fan of 80's metal, what can I say?