Post by Diabolik on Feb 4, 2012 18:56:53 GMT -5
Michael sighed when he heard his opponent, Sirena, was previously part of the Marines. Some would inevitably react differently to him upon hearing such news, this was not a sigh of eventual resignation, but rather, a sigh of relief. Many would question such behaviour, but not many have had the same experiences as Michael.
He sat in a small cafe with his manager, Dex Kilgore, who had been hired for the purpose of helping him overcome any issues with wrestling. The man was an American, looking mostly to work with military veterans, and try to find them work elsewhere. He usually helped soldiers find work in the private security sector, however, he felt Michael would need some extra attention. Besides, it was a chance to get on TV, and he had heard the pay is good in professional wrestling.
"Y'know, back in the Regiment, we had a name for the Marines."
"Oh? What was this?" Dex was expecting some sort of praise, no doubt.
"Pussies. I worked with some of the US Marine Corps a while ago, can't really tell you the exact details, but one of them came to me complaining about something he called 'hell night', made me think about my time training. He kept talking about how hard it was, and I remember thinking 'what an easy day of training that must be'. Sure, it might sound hard to them, but fuck me, if those bastards went through my training, they'd probably kill themselves. You know what I mean?"
Dex was taken aback for a moment, surprised by the comments made by Michael. "Not really... What do you mean?"
"I mean the fact that part of my training was 36 hours of RTI. RTI stands for Resistance to Interrogation, and it was basically a day and a half of your own bosses torturing you for information. You try telling me the US Marines did that as a standard part of the selection process. Whatever, it doesn't matter. What matters is that this woman, Sirena, can't do shit to me that hasn't already been done before, and i'll be buggered if she actually manages to beat me."
Dex looked a little worried, Michael was starting to build up some anger again, which was never a good thing in a public place. Dex never judged Michael for his rage, though. It was to be expected after what he had went through. Rage against everything, from the very people that inflicted torture upon him, and rage against the government for not properly giving him the treatment he needed. However, before Dex could try and calm him down, Michael clambered out of his seat and stormed out of the cafe. Every other customer simply stared as the door slammed shut and Dex slowly rose from his seat.
"It's a good thing I get paid so damn much."
He sat in a small cafe with his manager, Dex Kilgore, who had been hired for the purpose of helping him overcome any issues with wrestling. The man was an American, looking mostly to work with military veterans, and try to find them work elsewhere. He usually helped soldiers find work in the private security sector, however, he felt Michael would need some extra attention. Besides, it was a chance to get on TV, and he had heard the pay is good in professional wrestling.
"Y'know, back in the Regiment, we had a name for the Marines."
"Oh? What was this?" Dex was expecting some sort of praise, no doubt.
"Pussies. I worked with some of the US Marine Corps a while ago, can't really tell you the exact details, but one of them came to me complaining about something he called 'hell night', made me think about my time training. He kept talking about how hard it was, and I remember thinking 'what an easy day of training that must be'. Sure, it might sound hard to them, but fuck me, if those bastards went through my training, they'd probably kill themselves. You know what I mean?"
Dex was taken aback for a moment, surprised by the comments made by Michael. "Not really... What do you mean?"
"I mean the fact that part of my training was 36 hours of RTI. RTI stands for Resistance to Interrogation, and it was basically a day and a half of your own bosses torturing you for information. You try telling me the US Marines did that as a standard part of the selection process. Whatever, it doesn't matter. What matters is that this woman, Sirena, can't do shit to me that hasn't already been done before, and i'll be buggered if she actually manages to beat me."
Dex looked a little worried, Michael was starting to build up some anger again, which was never a good thing in a public place. Dex never judged Michael for his rage, though. It was to be expected after what he had went through. Rage against everything, from the very people that inflicted torture upon him, and rage against the government for not properly giving him the treatment he needed. However, before Dex could try and calm him down, Michael clambered out of his seat and stormed out of the cafe. Every other customer simply stared as the door slammed shut and Dex slowly rose from his seat.
"It's a good thing I get paid so damn much."
