Roleplay

Apr. 8, 2005  07:05
  The atmosphere at The Caine Institute was unusually tense this early Wednesday afternoon of June, as people came in droves to witness a practice match featuring two of the youngest wrestlers in the stable. On one side of the squared circle was Tony “The Heartbreaker” Santana, a southpaw from Mexico, considered as one of the best lucha libres in the stable. On the opposite side was Mikii Moore, a young kid out off Brooklyn, dubbed as “the next attraction” by the fans for his ability to entertain the crowd with his in-ring prowess. Fans always enjoy a Moore match that oftentimes, they’d stop whatever errands and tasks they have only to watch him wrestle. The two wrestlers, though off the same age, practice different styles of wrestling. Santana uses his lucha libre style, while Moore uses purely technical, and sometimes brutal, techniques.

  Both guys exchanged moves at the start of the match with Moore showing his variety of holds, while Santana providing the counter-move every time. A few moments later, as Tony was attempting a cross-body from the top rope, Mikii caught him, then countered with a body slam. He then tried his famous finisher, THE MIKKI DRIVER, to finish Tony off. Tony though was quick to reverse him into a schoolboy roll-up, but only managed to get a two count. After another set of attacks and counter attacks, Mikii avoided a shooting star press from Tony, then took advantage of the daredevil’s mistake by applying a camel clutch or in Moore’s terms, THE MOORE LOCK. Tony had no other choice but to tap out due to the excruciating pain from the submission move. Both guys were then greeted by a thunderous applause from the crowd who really enjoyed their show. This was Mikii’s final day at the Institute for he has decided to realize his dream of becoming a professional wrestler, and is now on the verge of signing his first ever professional contract.

  After the match, Mikii had some words with his personal trainer and close friend Cassidy Caine.
  “Nice show we had there Mik!” Cassidy said as he approached Mikii from behind. Cassidy was shorter than Mikii (Mikii was 6’2 while Cassidy was 5’9), in his mid 30’s, dark skin and eyes, and was averagely built. He wore a pair of cut-off jeans and a white shirt that said, TCI: The Caine Institute.
  “Whad’ya think Cas?” was all Mikii replied. Mikii was about a decade younger than Cas, and had a better muscular figure than his trainer. He had a long black hair (which he refuses to cut for good luck), dark black eyes, and a light brownish complexion. He was in his wrestling uniform of black wrestling trunks which had TCI on one side of the leg, and Moore on the other side.
  “If you ask me Mik, it’s about time,” Cas answered while staring blankly into the walls of his own wrestling dojo.
  Mikii just gave Cassidy a warm smile then hugged his buddy for the last time. He was always grateful for Cassidy’s training which he feels, made him a better wrestler mentally. Cassidy used unique methods of training on Mikii, which the latter wholeheartedly accepted in order to improve his skills and technique. It was hard for him to lose, not only his best student, but his good friend as well.
  “I’ll see you soon buddy,” Mikii said, slowly walking for the door.
  “Hey Mik,” Cas called out, catching his friend halfway out.
  “Yah?”
  “Destroy some bodies for me, will ya?”
  Mik gave Cas a smile, nodded then made his way out of TCI for the last time.