Well, well, well... (Added)

Mark Monkhouse paces around as if he's waiting for someone. He suddenly stops walking and taps with his foot on the floor.

Mark Monkhouse: "Wrestlers these days... No respect for deadlines..."

He suddenly freezes as a hand grabs his shoulder. He turns around and looks up at the man standing behind him, his eyes wide with shock, even though the man isn't that big. Maybe because of the muscles? Those who watched the match, recognise Miclimp.

Mark Monkhouse: "O-Oh! I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't mean it that way!"

Miclimp: "Of course not. Now... There were some things you wanted to ask me?"

Monkhouse quickly wipes a hand over his head before nodding.

Mark Monkhouse: "Alright... Umm..."

The wrestler suddenly grabs the microphone and shakes his head.

Miclimp: "Too slow. I suppose I'll just talk about myself for a moment then."

Mark Monkhouse simply nods and places himself a bit to the side, not really fancying a fight with the musular man.

Miclimp: "So... First off, I had no reason to say something at the start of the match, simply because I have nothing to prove. All I have to do is fight, right? For the fans? For fun? I don't have to talk."

Miclimp glances at Mark Monkhouse before returning his attention to the camera.

Miclimp: "So... I guess I still have nothin to say. I'm indeed Miclimp, a wrestler who has reached a certain age already and went through a few federations. so I have experience, but that doesn't mean much. I only do it for fun and the fans, really."

Miclimp pushes the microphone in Mark's hands before dipping his head and leaving.

Mark Monkhouse: "Back to the arena!"

The camera cuts to black, a not amused Mark Monkhouse watching Miclimp leave.

Good rp! I'm impressed! More like these and you're set!

I remember Limpy from somewhere......CEW Ascension?! :O

Yes, Cartwright, the same guy ^^

Hurray! Limpy is a star signing!

You spelt Mizzy wrong..

No! It's Mizzeh! And he is just fed foreigner!

I aint no homo, yolo!