Post by "The Moose" Mark Millar on Jan 27, 2006 17:13:57 GMT -5
[The Moose Mark Millar is walkin' around whyte ave in Edmonton, it's snowing lightly and looks like you'd expect. He turns into Strathcona pub and everybody turns to him like on Cheers back in the day when Norm walked in.]
EVERYBODY IN BAR: Hi, Moose!
THE MOOSE: Hey!
[The Moose sits down at the bar next to his good friend Jim and orders a beer. The bartender, Ed, brings it over right away, bartender's towel over his shoulder.]
THE MOOSE: Thanks, Ed. How's things today?
ED: Not bad, the cold's keeping things quiet. Busy tonight though I expect.
THE MOOSE: Yeah, I'll be around here t'night. Got some stuff to do for NAPW.
JIM: Hell man, yer back and already yer in a big match! Teamin' up with that D!, the champion! It was damn right to see you come out and kick D-X's cheatin' asses, Moose!
THE MOOSE: Hell man, I've been sitting back tryin' to figure out what my point was, and I realized what it was: I'm a wrestling fan, and the fans of NAPW deserve to see real, good WRESTLING, not three guys beat down one guy! I wanted to make sure it was Chris Casino and D!, and hey: I think we all know the better man won!
JIM: Yeah, that Casino can kiss my CANADIAN ASSSS...
ED: Am I cutting you off, Jim? It's only 7 pm.
JIM: Nah, this is only my second. I just hate that Casino bastard.
THE MOOSE: Hell man, everybody in NAPW pretty much does. But I don't gotta worry about him Monday night. I'm on the same side as D! against Ravager and this guy Maniac. Straight-up wrestling match and hey, I plan to tear the house down.
[Pause. Beer drinkin'. Ed polishes glasses with his bartender towel.]
ED: It'll be a tough match, Mark. Ravager's beat you before --- no offense intended, bud. And Maniac, that guy is something else.
THE MOOSE: Yeah, he calls himself the most unpredictable son of a bitch in the game, but you know what? He ain't ever been in the ring with The Moose! Six-foot-four, two-hundred sixty-seven pounds of Alberta roughneck, that's what he's dealin' with. And Ravager? He's one of the best, ya'll. Never gonna take that away from him. But I wouldn't mind getting a win over him in my first match back! And there ain't no better man to be your tag team partner than the NAPW Champion, D!. Yep, boys, no matter how ya slice it, Monday Night Fights is going to have one helluva main event.
ED: You know, this NAPW's been good for business. It's packed here every Monday Night, I tell you what. We're gonna advertise this monday as being "Moose's Favorite Bar", and tell you what: We'll pack the house.
JIM: Yer not gettin' my business!
[Ed & The Moose eye Jim with suspicion, Ed cocking an eyebrow.]
ED: Why the hell not, Jim? You got a problem?
JIM: Hell man, I'm going to be checking that out live. My good buddy Mark Millar returning to th' ring!
THE MOOSE: Kick ass, Jim. Ravager & Maniac are two good wrestlers, and it'll be a helluva match. But I ain't plannin' on losing...
[Just then, the door opens and horrible horrible sunlight floods in. The door closes, and standing in the dim light is none other than the NAPW Champion himself...it's D!]
TO BE CONTINUED.
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EVERYBODY IN BAR: Hi, Moose!
THE MOOSE: Hey!
[The Moose sits down at the bar next to his good friend Jim and orders a beer. The bartender, Ed, brings it over right away, bartender's towel over his shoulder.]
THE MOOSE: Thanks, Ed. How's things today?
ED: Not bad, the cold's keeping things quiet. Busy tonight though I expect.
THE MOOSE: Yeah, I'll be around here t'night. Got some stuff to do for NAPW.
JIM: Hell man, yer back and already yer in a big match! Teamin' up with that D!, the champion! It was damn right to see you come out and kick D-X's cheatin' asses, Moose!
THE MOOSE: Hell man, I've been sitting back tryin' to figure out what my point was, and I realized what it was: I'm a wrestling fan, and the fans of NAPW deserve to see real, good WRESTLING, not three guys beat down one guy! I wanted to make sure it was Chris Casino and D!, and hey: I think we all know the better man won!
JIM: Yeah, that Casino can kiss my CANADIAN ASSSS...
ED: Am I cutting you off, Jim? It's only 7 pm.
JIM: Nah, this is only my second. I just hate that Casino bastard.
THE MOOSE: Hell man, everybody in NAPW pretty much does. But I don't gotta worry about him Monday night. I'm on the same side as D! against Ravager and this guy Maniac. Straight-up wrestling match and hey, I plan to tear the house down.
[Pause. Beer drinkin'. Ed polishes glasses with his bartender towel.]
ED: It'll be a tough match, Mark. Ravager's beat you before --- no offense intended, bud. And Maniac, that guy is something else.
THE MOOSE: Yeah, he calls himself the most unpredictable son of a bitch in the game, but you know what? He ain't ever been in the ring with The Moose! Six-foot-four, two-hundred sixty-seven pounds of Alberta roughneck, that's what he's dealin' with. And Ravager? He's one of the best, ya'll. Never gonna take that away from him. But I wouldn't mind getting a win over him in my first match back! And there ain't no better man to be your tag team partner than the NAPW Champion, D!. Yep, boys, no matter how ya slice it, Monday Night Fights is going to have one helluva main event.
ED: You know, this NAPW's been good for business. It's packed here every Monday Night, I tell you what. We're gonna advertise this monday as being "Moose's Favorite Bar", and tell you what: We'll pack the house.
JIM: Yer not gettin' my business!
[Ed & The Moose eye Jim with suspicion, Ed cocking an eyebrow.]
ED: Why the hell not, Jim? You got a problem?
JIM: Hell man, I'm going to be checking that out live. My good buddy Mark Millar returning to th' ring!
THE MOOSE: Kick ass, Jim. Ravager & Maniac are two good wrestlers, and it'll be a helluva match. But I ain't plannin' on losing...
[Just then, the door opens and horrible horrible sunlight floods in. The door closes, and standing in the dim light is none other than the NAPW Champion himself...it's D!]
TO BE CONTINUED.
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