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George Massari promo numba 2 for MCW
Topic Started: Mar 6 2011, 06:57 PM (248 Views)
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FLASHBACK! (Oh goodie, we’re going back to ten years ago!))

The screen opens at the Mt. Carmel High School football stadium where we see George Massari along with his peers trying out for the football team. George dressed in his shorts and showing off his Donovan McNabb jersey, anxiously wait for the coaches to arrive. This is his first time trying out for a sports team and he wants to make an impression to his coaches and most importantly to his classmates. He admits, he doesn’t know much about football‘s rules, but he’s willing to learn about this American sport and hopefully excel in it. In his mind, in order to prove to the haters that he’s not a terrorist, he has to get along with them. Like his mom and dad said, violence is not the answer…so maybe playing the American sports is?

At the corner of his eyes, he sees Ken Orton, the Caucasian kid that he got in a fight with, along with his two buddies Walter Brothers and Eric Mitchell staring at George with disgust. George just ignores them and continued waiting for the coaches to come. George doesn’t have time to fight with them. To be honest, fighting with them was exhausting and pointless. These losers won’t ever change their opinions on him so why even bother?

Finally, the coaches came with their whistles around their neck, scared the freshmen. “This is it,” George whisper to himself. He felt his stomach turning inside out and sweats pouring from his head and it’s not because of the hot weather. The head coach looks at all of the kids’ faces, looking at who’s going to be the weak link and who he thinks is going to be a star. Then the head coach opens his mouth to address to the ninth graders.


Head coach: Hello maggots! My name is Mr. Mozilla and I’m your head coach. Today is the beginning of a new day. Today is where I make all you children look like MEN! Today is where real men show their true colours. Go Big or Go Home. If you cannot take physical punishments, then get out. This is not Flag Football, this is REAL FOOTBALL! If you know that you’re weak, I suggest you GET OUT!

Already you can see some of the teenagers regretting trying out for football. George just stood still, trying his best to not look terrified. He looks at Kenny and sees him and his buddies smirking. Overconfident little bastards!

Mr. Mozilla: Now we got that intro done, I want all of you to be divided to three groups. People trying out for the offensive team, go with Mr. Myer. People trying out for the defensive team, go with Mr. Greta. As for the people trying out for the special team, go with Mr. Hare.

George followed Mr. Myer and the rest of the players trying out for the offensive team. He noticed Ken and his two buddies Walter and Eric following Mr. Myer too. “Oh great” George said silently. “There is a possibility that I have to work with these losers. “ Once they are beside the left field, Mr. Myer stopped walking and looked at the teenagers. Mr. Myer is a short black dude (Probably 5 foot 3) that noticeably walks with a limp and has a bad hairline…kind of like LeBron James. He smiles at the young teenagers before opening his mouth to speak.

Mr. Myer: Hello everyone. As most of you know, my name is Mr. Myer and I will be your Offensive Co-Coordinator. First, I want all of the people trying out for quarter back to come here.

George walks towards Mr. Myer, still sweating bullets. He noticed that ken is coming too along with two other kids. “Fuck” was written in George’s face. Competing with Ken for the spot for quarterback can either make or break him. Mr. Myer once again smiles at the four competitors.

Mr. Myer: Now, tell me your names guys.

Boy #1: My name is Ian Cruz.

Ian Cruz was a tall, but lanky Mexican dude with barely any muscles. Why is he trying out for quarterback? He looks like a guy that should try out for wide receiver.

Boy #2: My name is Cam Erickson

Cam Erickson was a stocky built person that can probably fuck you up if he was a linebacker. Quarterback? Eh, looks can be deceiving. He can probably be a great quarterback.

Ken: My name is Ken Orton and I’m going to be the number one quarterback.

His peers laughed and cheers for Ken’s arrogant statement while George just frowns. Mr. Myer doesn’t seem to be annoyed by Ken’s comment. In fact, Mr. Myer admires his confident attitude. Now it’s George turn to introduce himself.

George: My name is George Massari.

Ken: I thought your name was Osama Bin Massari.

The kids once again laughed at Ken’s remark while George’s face burns in hatred. This time Mr. Myer wasn’t smiling and he glares at Ken angrily.

Mr. Myer: We don’t tolerate racist comments here Mr. Orton. If I hear you say one more racial remark here, I will kick you out of the team and alert the principal about this.

Ken stops laughing and puts his head in shame, quietly telling Mr. Myer that he’s sorry.

Mr. Myer: Now then, in our first exercise, I will be testing your arm strength. Each quarterback will throw a football down the field and see who can throw the longest. Our volunteers that are down the field will measure how far you guys throw the ball. Simple right? Now, Mr. Orton, you’re up first.

Ken arrogantly grabs one of the footballs that were in the football bin adjacent to Mr. Myer. He adjusts his arm, making sure that it is in a right position before letting it ripped. The teenagers looked in awe as ken threw the ball very high and far. One of the volunteers caught the ball and ran to Mr. Myer to tell him the official score. Once hearing how far Ken threw, Mr. Myer smiles and then announces the official score.
Mr. Myer: Wow Ken, you threw about 78 yards! Good job.
Ken: See, I got this in a bag. Piece of cake guys.

Mr. Myer: Okay Mr. Massari, you’re up next.

George gingerly walks toward the football bin to pick up a football. He adjusts his arm to the right position and threw the ball the hardest he can. The teenagers looked in awe as they watched the football flew like an eagle. The volunteers caught the ball and ran to Mr. Myers once again. He whisper to Mr. Myers’ ear and Mr. Myers looked astonished. Mr. Myers looks at George in amazement and then at the teenagers.

Mr. Myer: Wow guys, Mr. Massari scored 86 yards! He broke the school’s record.

The kids stared at George in awe while he nervously smiled. Talk about making an impression! Ken looks he’s about to explode.

Ken: Are you kidding me? There got to be a mistake! No way had he thrown that FAR!

George: Jealous much?

Ken and George start bumping to head, initiating a fight. Round two perhaps? However, Mr. Myers breaks up the fight before it even happens. George just glares at Ken in anger while Ken just smirks, happy that he almost got George to lose it.

Mr. Myer: Stop it guys! I don’t care if you have animosity with each other, but this type of bull is not accepted here. You can fight at your own time.

Ken: Fine coach. George may throw far, but I bet he can’t have a good passing rate. Quarterback isn’t just about throwing the ball far buddy and soon you’ll realize that.

George: So what? I bet I will still be a better quarterback than you.

The two continues to glare at each other while the screen fades to black.
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SHOOT
”Brick by Brick” by Arctic Monkey is heard playing on the bar’s radio where we see George Massari talking to a young lady, probably the age of 23, and enjoying Millers Light. Although this is not the type of music George will listen to, he nods his head to the beat and listening to his new companion talk about the last time she met a wrestler. Ugh, annoying fan girl. Nobody cares about the time you met Jay Williams. Jay Williams suck! George just wants to get in your pants. George notices the camera crew and tells the girl to hush. George then looks at the camera and does a cocky smile.

George: Normally, when a person loses his match, he would complain and complain about how the lost was unfair. Or maybe he would cry himself to sleep, wondering what went wrong. He would probably drown himself to tears and probably second guess himself and wondering if he really does what it takes to be a wrestler. Normally, he would begin to regret all of the mistakes he has made in the ring and don’t want to show his face to the wrestling world. But, I’m not a normal man. I’m the type of person that just takes the lost and move on with my life. Win or loss, I’m always happy with myself. The days of feeling insecure like I id about seven years ago are gone and now I’m just enjoying life. So what if I lost in my debut match? It was a great battle and Zombie Mr. Perfect 3000 proved that he’s still a great wrestler despite having that ridiculous gimmick. I’m not going to sit here and say that win is a fluke unlike some people. I’m just going to take the lost and move on like I said. I don’t know about you, but I consider myself as a great role model. I’m someone that the kids need to look up to instead of guys like most of the MCW roster who are always angry for some odd reasons. Seriously, chillax and enjoy the ride. Why so serious?

Ugh, he quoted The Dark Knight! Everyone, grab your pitchfork or torches and kill him! The girl that he was talking laugh at the Dark knight reference

George: We are all caught up with our personal life and grudges that we held on forever, that we seem to lose sight on what truly matters…our health. Don’t be fool, hatred doesn’t fuel you to become better, and it distracts you from your accomplishments. People who think that their hatred can make them a better competitor are sadly mistaken. I learned that you just have to relax and continue being yourself. Fuck the haters I say. Life is too short for us to be worrying or holding a grudge against someone. When I look at the MCW roster, all I see is many competitors walking around with a chip on their shoulders, attempting to look like they’re tough and shit. News flash, you guys look like dorks!

Oh man, I can see some of the MCW wrestlers getting fired up about this promo. Oh I can see their faces burning in anger, which is just proving my point. Before, I used to be like you guys. Before I used to be fuel by anger and taking it on the people that I was around with. However, I learned that it was causing me to fall deeper on my downfall. So congratulation is in order ZMP3000. I’m not angry. In fact, I’m happy that I gotten a chance to fought with a former X-Title champion.


George does a slow clap sarcastically. You can tell that he’s still bitter about his lost, but he doesn’t want to admit it and looked upon as a hypocrite. George takes a swig of his Miller Lights before setting it back to the bar table.

George: Moving on to my next opponent, Mr. Priest. Oh my, here is a definition of someone who always a have a chip on his shoulders. Every time we see him, he always angry and always think that he has something to prove. A man his stature needs to calm down before he gets a heart attack. Seriously, I mean look at him. He and his little minions are “attempting” to wreck havoc in MCW because they feel that they have been ignored for too long. If you ask me, they are acting like bunch of babies. If you want respect, then do something about it. I’m not talking about attacking announcers or other defenceless wrestlers like Bullrush from behind. That is not proving yourself. Although I have to admit that the tactics you guys pulled made you noticed from the MCW fans and the MCW managements. I give props to you Priest and your little minions for your attention whoring actions actually working. Good job!

But, where did that take you? Priest, you had a chance to win the Elite championship…and then you blew it! All that bitching and whining about not getting much respect ended up backfiring, don’t you say? You’re now the laughing stock of MCW once again and nobody can take you and your group members seriously anymore. Poor Priest. On top of that, you went from main venting a PPV to having a match against a rookie like me. Ah that sucks! I know you’re pissed off that you have to face a rookie. I bet you’re probably preparing to rant about how MCW is once again giving you an unfair treatment and treating you like shit. I bet you’re probably calling me a good for nothing rookie that doesn’t deserved to even lace up your shoes! Oh, I can picture your reactions, your words, your expressions and it is just making me smile in delight. Let’s face it. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Do you know what would happen to my stock after I defeat you? It would go up the roof! My popularity would rise too and soon people will realize that I’m the future of this company. Oh I can imagine and dream big. Dreams are something that we should be fuel with and not anger. Dreams can turn to reality if you put your mind to it and ignoring the negatives.


Now George starts to daydreamed, thinking of the many possibilities of what would happen to him after he defeats Priest on Wednesday. It takes a while before he shakes off the thoughts and continued his shoot.

George: It’s quite simple. I’m going to use you like a 5$ dollar hooker and make myself famous. As for you, well, you will continue going back down the ranks like you rightfully belong, while still fuelled by anger. Your threats are meaningless as we have seen at Deliverance and nobody cares about what you say anymore. Can you imagine the torments you will get after you lose to me? Damn. Let’s face it Priest…you have a lot to lose unlike me. The pressure is on you now while I’m just chilling like a villain. Come on Wednesday, I expect you to bring you’re a-game and hopefully you don’t treat me like a rookie. As for me, I’m just going to continue what I do best…proving the haters wrong! Come Wednesday, there is a high possibility that I will get my first win and impressed the MCW world. To be honest, I like my odds of winning, but I can’t say the same for you. I’m not being a cocky, I’m being confident. I hope I hear from you soon Mr. Priest. Goodbye for now.

George grabs his beer and leaves the young lady all alone as the screen fades to black.
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