For The Fans...
Feb 13, 2012 17:41:43 GMT -5
Post by Micky O'Reilly on Feb 13, 2012 17:41:43 GMT -5
I was 16 years old again. I could smell the sweat and alcohol on him as if it were seeping from my own skin.
Tommy: What's wrong boy? Are you deaf as well as stupid? Where is my watch?
Micky: I… I don't know Sir…
Tommy: What do you mean you don't know?
He cuffed me around the head with a hand almost as big as my face. I fell to the floor and got back up. The stinging in my ear making my eyes well up.
Tommy: What are you going to cry now? Raising a girl am I?
Micky: No Sir.
Tommy: Then be a man and tell me what you've done with my watch.
Micky: I haven't…
He hit me again, but this time he meant it. This time his knuckles went deep into my gut. I dropped to the floor of our caravan gasping for air.
I heard the door open and close. Saw my mothers feet enter our home from my viewpoint.
Claire: What's going on Tommy?
Tommy: This little shit has done something with my watch, and I'm going to beat it out of him even if it takes all night.
Claire: But…
Tommy: But what Claire? Taking his side over mine are you?
He advanced on my mother, I tried to shout at him to step away from her but there was no air in my lungs to make the noise.
Claire: No Tommy, I wouldn't. I think I saw it earlier, I was cleaning up and I think it was on the drawer by the bed.
Tommy: You'd better hope for his sake that it is.
I saw him stalk off into their bedroom. Heard him muttering to himself and kicking things over. He came out of the bedroom and I saw his wrist, saw the battered old leather strap and the gold face of his watch. The bastard hadn't even looked for it before pounding on me.
Tommy: I'm going to the pub, this place is a shit hole. Sort it.
He walked out of the caravan and slammed the door. I woke up
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Alyson: Wake up baby, I've got some breakfast for you.
As I came round from the dream, one of many that I tried to forget with alcohol, I stretched my body out to release the tension in my muscles from sleeping in the double bed with Aly. I wasn't used to beds but she insisted it was better than the couch.
Micky: What have you made today princess?
Alyson: Everything you need to recover from your fight baby. We've got sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, mushrooms, beans, tomatoes, some buttered bread and a black coffee with two sugars. Eat up.
I grabbed the bread and stuffed it with various bits from the plate and took as big a bite as possible. I still don't remember how we met but damn this woman can cook.
Alyson: How are you feeling?
Micky: Fine, why?
Alyson: I was worried you might be hurt after those two brutes ganged up on you last night.
I remember back to the night before, just about. It was a fight day so I hadn't drunk as much as usual, only about 3 quarters of a litre, give or take a few shots. James and Loki had double teamed me, but I still came out the winner. I smiled as I remembered tossing Loki over the ropes and to the floor. It was called Over The Rainbow for a reason.
Micky: It'll take more than that to bring me down. Your man is build like an ox.
I took a sip of coffee and forced and appreciative smile. Coffee was the only place Aly lost points. Not even a drop of whisky…
The phone started ringing so I put the tray aside and picked up the receiver from the bedside table.
Micky: Morning John.
I didn't need to hear his voice to know who it was, John was the only person who ever phoned.
John: Micky! Nice going last night, two guys at the same time! And when you caught that Loki guy and threw him over the top rope! Beautiful! How does it feel to have won your first match?
Micky: Good John, but I'm not sure the fans are feeling me yet, you know what I'm saying?
John: Don't worry they will eventually. Anything else?
Micky: Yeah it's just a small thing but I really don't think Hopkins knows himself why I'm going after him…
John: He's a good actor Micky. How else do you think he's got away with all his shit for so long? He's seen that you're a good guy, maybe a little naive, and he's trying to manipulate you. Don't let him get to you.
Micky: Yeah I suppose you're right boss…
John: Look, don't worry about Tomkins. As long as you've got me looking out for you there's nothing to worry about. Now about your fan image, I may be able to help speed things up, I've had an idea for your next promo…
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Words appear in white on a black background with a cinema trailer style voiceover.
A MAN OF POWER!
A clip shows of O'Reilly performing pull ups from a previous promo.
A MAN OF STANDARDS!
This time it's a clip of O'Reilly confronting Tomkins over his dispute with Grace Adams
A MAN OF SPEED AND GRACE!
A close up of O'Reilly performing a Caravan Cutter on a mid air Chris Loki.
The video cuts to Alyson Lacey sitting in the living room of O'Reilly's rented house
Alyson: But there's also the man you don't know, the man that I see everyday, the man I fell in love with.
This time video clips appear with Alyson's gentle voice over the top.
Alyson: A man of kindness and compassion.
O'Reilly is shown at an animal shelter, holding a tiny kitten in the palm of his hand, feeding it milk from a syringe, concern evident on his face.
Alyson: A man of charity.
O'Reilly is now bare chested on a building site, cutting pieces of wood and assembling a door frame with other community members. A sign in the background reads "The Collins Foundation - Free Housing For The Under-Priveledged"
Alyson: A man of great intellect.
O'Reilly is sat at a desk, reading an antiquated book. The lettering down it's spine shows it to have been written by Edgar Allen Poe.
Alyson: But most importantly he is a man who would do anything for his fans, for you.
O'Reilly is shown with a beaming grin, surrounded by fans. He picks up a younger fan, places him on his shoulder and poses for a photo before turning to another fan with a broken arm. He pulls a marker from his pocket, signs the cast and poses for another picture.
The video goes back to Alyson, her eyes shining with moisture.
Alyson: Micky O'Reilly is the most amazing man I have ever met, which is why I'm making this appeal. Not an appeal for you to go out and buy as much merchandise of "The Slammer" as you can afford but an appeal for your trust and your hearts. I put mine into Micky and I've never been let down. I promise you that if you can look past this thing with Tomkins, and you trust that Micky O'Reilly is doing the right thing, then you won't be disappointed. I promise you that he will give his all for you. He will give every ounce of his soul to do what is right and to give you the best damn show you've ever seen, just because you made the right choice and put your faith in the only light won't ever fade, even in the darkest of times. That's what I did...
A picture of O'Reilly appears on screen. Underneath it is the caption "Micky O'Reilly, voice of the unheard, leader of the unseen, Champion of your hearts". The picture lingers for 10 seconds then fades to black
Tommy: What's wrong boy? Are you deaf as well as stupid? Where is my watch?
Micky: I… I don't know Sir…
Tommy: What do you mean you don't know?
He cuffed me around the head with a hand almost as big as my face. I fell to the floor and got back up. The stinging in my ear making my eyes well up.
Tommy: What are you going to cry now? Raising a girl am I?
Micky: No Sir.
Tommy: Then be a man and tell me what you've done with my watch.
Micky: I haven't…
He hit me again, but this time he meant it. This time his knuckles went deep into my gut. I dropped to the floor of our caravan gasping for air.
I heard the door open and close. Saw my mothers feet enter our home from my viewpoint.
Claire: What's going on Tommy?
Tommy: This little shit has done something with my watch, and I'm going to beat it out of him even if it takes all night.
Claire: But…
Tommy: But what Claire? Taking his side over mine are you?
He advanced on my mother, I tried to shout at him to step away from her but there was no air in my lungs to make the noise.
Claire: No Tommy, I wouldn't. I think I saw it earlier, I was cleaning up and I think it was on the drawer by the bed.
Tommy: You'd better hope for his sake that it is.
I saw him stalk off into their bedroom. Heard him muttering to himself and kicking things over. He came out of the bedroom and I saw his wrist, saw the battered old leather strap and the gold face of his watch. The bastard hadn't even looked for it before pounding on me.
Tommy: I'm going to the pub, this place is a shit hole. Sort it.
He walked out of the caravan and slammed the door. I woke up
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Alyson: Wake up baby, I've got some breakfast for you.
As I came round from the dream, one of many that I tried to forget with alcohol, I stretched my body out to release the tension in my muscles from sleeping in the double bed with Aly. I wasn't used to beds but she insisted it was better than the couch.
Micky: What have you made today princess?
Alyson: Everything you need to recover from your fight baby. We've got sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, mushrooms, beans, tomatoes, some buttered bread and a black coffee with two sugars. Eat up.
I grabbed the bread and stuffed it with various bits from the plate and took as big a bite as possible. I still don't remember how we met but damn this woman can cook.
Alyson: How are you feeling?
Micky: Fine, why?
Alyson: I was worried you might be hurt after those two brutes ganged up on you last night.
I remember back to the night before, just about. It was a fight day so I hadn't drunk as much as usual, only about 3 quarters of a litre, give or take a few shots. James and Loki had double teamed me, but I still came out the winner. I smiled as I remembered tossing Loki over the ropes and to the floor. It was called Over The Rainbow for a reason.
Micky: It'll take more than that to bring me down. Your man is build like an ox.
I took a sip of coffee and forced and appreciative smile. Coffee was the only place Aly lost points. Not even a drop of whisky…
The phone started ringing so I put the tray aside and picked up the receiver from the bedside table.
Micky: Morning John.
I didn't need to hear his voice to know who it was, John was the only person who ever phoned.
John: Micky! Nice going last night, two guys at the same time! And when you caught that Loki guy and threw him over the top rope! Beautiful! How does it feel to have won your first match?
Micky: Good John, but I'm not sure the fans are feeling me yet, you know what I'm saying?
John: Don't worry they will eventually. Anything else?
Micky: Yeah it's just a small thing but I really don't think Hopkins knows himself why I'm going after him…
John: He's a good actor Micky. How else do you think he's got away with all his shit for so long? He's seen that you're a good guy, maybe a little naive, and he's trying to manipulate you. Don't let him get to you.
Micky: Yeah I suppose you're right boss…
John: Look, don't worry about Tomkins. As long as you've got me looking out for you there's nothing to worry about. Now about your fan image, I may be able to help speed things up, I've had an idea for your next promo…
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Words appear in white on a black background with a cinema trailer style voiceover.
A MAN OF POWER!
A clip shows of O'Reilly performing pull ups from a previous promo.
A MAN OF STANDARDS!
This time it's a clip of O'Reilly confronting Tomkins over his dispute with Grace Adams
A MAN OF SPEED AND GRACE!
A close up of O'Reilly performing a Caravan Cutter on a mid air Chris Loki.
The video cuts to Alyson Lacey sitting in the living room of O'Reilly's rented house
Alyson: But there's also the man you don't know, the man that I see everyday, the man I fell in love with.
This time video clips appear with Alyson's gentle voice over the top.
Alyson: A man of kindness and compassion.
O'Reilly is shown at an animal shelter, holding a tiny kitten in the palm of his hand, feeding it milk from a syringe, concern evident on his face.
Alyson: A man of charity.
O'Reilly is now bare chested on a building site, cutting pieces of wood and assembling a door frame with other community members. A sign in the background reads "The Collins Foundation - Free Housing For The Under-Priveledged"
Alyson: A man of great intellect.
O'Reilly is sat at a desk, reading an antiquated book. The lettering down it's spine shows it to have been written by Edgar Allen Poe.
Alyson: But most importantly he is a man who would do anything for his fans, for you.
O'Reilly is shown with a beaming grin, surrounded by fans. He picks up a younger fan, places him on his shoulder and poses for a photo before turning to another fan with a broken arm. He pulls a marker from his pocket, signs the cast and poses for another picture.
The video goes back to Alyson, her eyes shining with moisture.
Alyson: Micky O'Reilly is the most amazing man I have ever met, which is why I'm making this appeal. Not an appeal for you to go out and buy as much merchandise of "The Slammer" as you can afford but an appeal for your trust and your hearts. I put mine into Micky and I've never been let down. I promise you that if you can look past this thing with Tomkins, and you trust that Micky O'Reilly is doing the right thing, then you won't be disappointed. I promise you that he will give his all for you. He will give every ounce of his soul to do what is right and to give you the best damn show you've ever seen, just because you made the right choice and put your faith in the only light won't ever fade, even in the darkest of times. That's what I did...
A picture of O'Reilly appears on screen. Underneath it is the caption "Micky O'Reilly, voice of the unheard, leader of the unseen, Champion of your hearts". The picture lingers for 10 seconds then fades to black
