Over Armor
Jun 30, 2017 9:17:45 GMT -5
Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001), Dave D-Flipz, and 2 more like this
Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Jun 30, 2017 9:17:45 GMT -5
*The camera opens on the XHF Network owner, Mongo the Destroyer sitting in his glass office at the top of the XHF Network Headquarters in Minneapolis, MN. Something seems off though. Is it his position? No, Mongo seems to be sitting normally as one would at a desk. He’s not moving a ton; but that’s probably because it’s not needed while doing paperwork. Hmmm, what could it be? Joey Hawke; who’s currently holding a role similar to executive vice president, or maybe general manager or something; walks in.*
Joey: Mongo, why are you wearing a suit of armor?
*AH! That’s what it is. Mongo is dressed in full medieval armor. The armor creaks as Mongo looks up at Joey.*
Mongo: I think you know why. I saw the promos.
*Joey instantly realizes what Mongo’s talking about. He leans back on his spine, looks up in the air, rolls his eyes, and sighs. Then the ever-professional Mr. Hawke regains his composure.*
Joey: It’s just a couple promos from some random guy; you’re used to those. It’s not like he’s actually going to pull anything.
*Mongo looks up, and raises the face plate on his armor.*
Mongo: He clearly said that his goal was to kill me, something about someone he likes being in a coma and something about me being a bad guy for trying to save wrestling or something.
Joey: I don’t think he said anything about you saving wrestling.
*The face place falls down, Mongo pushes it back up.*
Mongo: Whatever, I’m paraphrasing.
*He points a metal-covered finger at the king of managers.*
Mongo: The point is, there’s a psycho with a gun out there trying to kill me.
Joey: Or he’s trying to get into your head! Rat Bastard did the exact same thing, gun range and all!
Mongo: Yeah, but Rat was reasonable in his psychopathy- I could understand his thought process. This guy seems like he’s out for revenge and I don’t even know why!
*The face plate falls again. Mongo, totally not realizing how undignified he looks, continues to re-raise it.*
Joey: Fine, ok, I get it. But couldn’t you just- I don’t know, increase security?
Mongo: Security!? Have you seen what the XHF bred!? I used security as a way to welcome Spike back! Just to mess with him! One of our originals won’t be stopped by any amount of security!
Joey: What about Mr. T?
*The face plat falls, but Mongo was already starting to talk so he just goes with it; his voice echoes from inside the suit.*
Mongo: That’s- that’s actually not a bad idea. Mr. T can’t stop bullets, but he’s good for most other things. Give him a call.
*Mongo pulls up the face plat again and continues to talk, gesturing with his fingers while thinking out loud.*
Mongo: What gets me though is why such a crude method? Like leaving a guy a bloody mess in the ring so he has to finish his career on a stretcher- that was my dream for Destruction, it didn’t work out that way but a man can dream. But to kill someone? That seems…extreme, with an “e.” Certainly not something the XHF would endorse. That’s really more of a Terry Bradshaw thing.
*Mongo makes a thinking face, he also grabs the faceplate before it falls back down.*
Mongo: Anyway, are we any closer to figuring out who this guy is?
*By now Joey has walked more into the room so he’s closer to Mongo’s desk. He puts his hands on the back of the chair that’s positioned across from Mongo and leans in- letting his weight rest on it to weary his bones.*
Joey: No, just some theories that tend to change with every new promo; but we’ve got top guys working on it still.
Mongo: It’s probably a member of the Hicks family, isn’t it? It’s always a member of the Hicks family.
Joey: Is what? Working on the mystery or is the mystery person?
Mongo: I don’t know any more, they’re hands are in every pie.
*Mongo licks his lips, pie.*
Joey: …Are you ok?
Mongo: Do I look ok?! I’m inside a suit of armor and can barely move and have to go to the bathroom and I skipped lunch! No I’m not ok!
*Joey holds in a sigh, something only true professionals are able to properly do.*
Joey: Ok, let’s get you some chamomile tea or something to calm you down, and then we’ll get this armor thing straightened out.
Mongo: I JUST SAID I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!
*There’s no holding back Joe’s sigh this time, he grabs the bridge of his nose.*
Joey: This is gonna be a long day…
*More nose bridge rubbing as the camera fades out.*
Joey: Mongo, why are you wearing a suit of armor?
*AH! That’s what it is. Mongo is dressed in full medieval armor. The armor creaks as Mongo looks up at Joey.*
Mongo: I think you know why. I saw the promos.
*Joey instantly realizes what Mongo’s talking about. He leans back on his spine, looks up in the air, rolls his eyes, and sighs. Then the ever-professional Mr. Hawke regains his composure.*
Joey: It’s just a couple promos from some random guy; you’re used to those. It’s not like he’s actually going to pull anything.
*Mongo looks up, and raises the face plate on his armor.*
Mongo: He clearly said that his goal was to kill me, something about someone he likes being in a coma and something about me being a bad guy for trying to save wrestling or something.
Joey: I don’t think he said anything about you saving wrestling.
*The face place falls down, Mongo pushes it back up.*
Mongo: Whatever, I’m paraphrasing.
*He points a metal-covered finger at the king of managers.*
Mongo: The point is, there’s a psycho with a gun out there trying to kill me.
Joey: Or he’s trying to get into your head! Rat Bastard did the exact same thing, gun range and all!
Mongo: Yeah, but Rat was reasonable in his psychopathy- I could understand his thought process. This guy seems like he’s out for revenge and I don’t even know why!
*The face plate falls again. Mongo, totally not realizing how undignified he looks, continues to re-raise it.*
Joey: Fine, ok, I get it. But couldn’t you just- I don’t know, increase security?
Mongo: Security!? Have you seen what the XHF bred!? I used security as a way to welcome Spike back! Just to mess with him! One of our originals won’t be stopped by any amount of security!
Joey: What about Mr. T?
*The face plat falls, but Mongo was already starting to talk so he just goes with it; his voice echoes from inside the suit.*
Mongo: That’s- that’s actually not a bad idea. Mr. T can’t stop bullets, but he’s good for most other things. Give him a call.
*Mongo pulls up the face plat again and continues to talk, gesturing with his fingers while thinking out loud.*
Mongo: What gets me though is why such a crude method? Like leaving a guy a bloody mess in the ring so he has to finish his career on a stretcher- that was my dream for Destruction, it didn’t work out that way but a man can dream. But to kill someone? That seems…extreme, with an “e.” Certainly not something the XHF would endorse. That’s really more of a Terry Bradshaw thing.
*Mongo makes a thinking face, he also grabs the faceplate before it falls back down.*
Mongo: Anyway, are we any closer to figuring out who this guy is?
*By now Joey has walked more into the room so he’s closer to Mongo’s desk. He puts his hands on the back of the chair that’s positioned across from Mongo and leans in- letting his weight rest on it to weary his bones.*
Joey: No, just some theories that tend to change with every new promo; but we’ve got top guys working on it still.
Mongo: It’s probably a member of the Hicks family, isn’t it? It’s always a member of the Hicks family.
Joey: Is what? Working on the mystery or is the mystery person?
Mongo: I don’t know any more, they’re hands are in every pie.
*Mongo licks his lips, pie.*
Joey: …Are you ok?
Mongo: Do I look ok?! I’m inside a suit of armor and can barely move and have to go to the bathroom and I skipped lunch! No I’m not ok!
*Joey holds in a sigh, something only true professionals are able to properly do.*
Joey: Ok, let’s get you some chamomile tea or something to calm you down, and then we’ll get this armor thing straightened out.
Mongo: I JUST SAID I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!
*There’s no holding back Joe’s sigh this time, he grabs the bridge of his nose.*
Joey: This is gonna be a long day…
*More nose bridge rubbing as the camera fades out.*
