The scene opens up in the TD Garden in Boston, MA. We see Mike Thornton skating on the dimly lit ice. He is wearing his famous black and gold jersey and black shorts. Armed with his hockey stick, he shoots the puck into the goal with ease. He skates off the ice and walks into the locker room. He drops his stick with a clatter to the ground and sits down on the bench. He removes his skates and we see a familiar face enter the room.
Barney: You did great out there. I don't get why no team has offered you a contract besides the Edmonton Coyotes and they want to send you to their farm team for seasoning.
Mike: Thanks, Barn. All the practice I put in seems to not matter as I haven't gotten anywhere in my career. Been a long fought battle to get noticed but nothing matters it seems in this dark world. I work hard yet get nowhere while every fucking Johnny Star gets signed right away.
Barney: You ever thought about doing what I do? Being a pro wrestler.. Its a lot more easy than hockey.
Green opens up a bottle of Rolling Rock and takes a swig.
Mike: Maybe its time I give up hockey. I had a decent run. Maybe I can continue but not at the NHL level. Green, I thought you quit drinking.
Barney: I will stop when I am dead.
Mike: That isn't healthy. Isn't that why Foley Anderson, Ryou Bakari Itemri, and who knows who else want nothing to do with you? You bankrupted BG Studios. You lost Green Mansion. You live in my house because of your alcohol problem. By the way, your check bounced.
Barney: Exactly. You got the potential to be a heel because you are pissing me off right now, Raymond Borque.
Mike: Is it because you can't admit to having a drinking problem. I see you buy 25 cases of Rolling Rock a week. Its amazing your liver still works.
Barney: I suggest you cool it with the insults because things are about to go nuts in here, Patrice Bergeron.
Mike: You can't handle the truth is what the problem realy lies at. YOU ARE AN ALCOHOLIC LOSER THAT I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH BECAUSE NO..ONE WILL FUCKING TAKE YOU IN.
Barney: Keep it up, Wayne Greztky and you will see why I am called The Green Machine.
Mike goes to stand up and Green cracks him over the head with a bottle of Rolling Rock. Mike is dazed. Green goes to grab his stick and Mike nails him with a stiff right uppercut. Mike slams Green into the locker and grabs his stick and whacks him over the back with it. Green goes down with a thud. Mike goes to walk away and Green grabs his legs from behind and sends him to the floor. Green climbs on top of him and starts to punch him. Thornton blocks it and spits in Greens eye. Green grabs his eye and Thornton nails him with a few punches. They both get up.
Mike: You gonna admit your a drunk?
Barney: Never...
Green goes for a right jab and Thornton ducks. Thornton grabs ahold of Greens shirt and nails him with a few quick left hands. Green is dazed and Thornton locks on a half nelson.
Mike: You gonna admit the truth or do I have to keep beating you up. Are you an alcoholic?
Barney: Ok. I am an alcoholic.
Mike: Are you going to seek help?
Barney: May-..Ouch.. Ok. I will seek help.
Thornton lets go of the hold and Green falls to the ground. Thornton puts on his shoes and walks out the locker room while Green lays on the floor in a daze. Thornton phone rings and he answers it.
Mike: Hey Chris, Hows it going? Same over here as well. Pretty bored actually. Debating about hanging up the skates for the time being and becoming a pro wrestler. I know its going to be hard but I think I got what it takes to step into the ring and prove my worth. It gets sickening going out on the ice and going nowhere because teams don't want a tough guy winger.
Thornton walks out of the TD Garden and climbs into his car and drives off.
Mike: I know what you are saying but I need to start making money, man. Green's last check bounced and the rent is going to be late. There is only so many local hockey leagues I can enter in. I can only make so much money a year. I am living hand to mouth literally. I gotta go though. Peace, Chris.
Thornton pulls up to his apartment in Boston. He parks the car and exits it. He slowly walks up towards the decrepit looking building. He pulls out his key and opens the door. He climbs upstairs, weak and weary, and grabs his keys. He unlocks the door and walks inside. Inside is a few of his friends. We see Miroslav Halak, A future European playmaker from the Czech Republic and Patrice Recchi, a veteran winger that has had a bit of success in the states as part of the Philadelphia Penguins. Thornton goes to speak.
Mike: Hey guys. What are you doing here?
Miroslav: Celebrating because I got signed to a team called the Boston Sabres. Its pretty exciting. Patrice and I might actually face each other on the ice.
Patrice: I wish you luck. I won't hold back against you on the ice. They don't call me the Recchin' Ball for nothing.
Mike: You are brutal at times. I took a hit from you once and I heard ringing in my ears for a few days. I am debating about retiring from this sport and start a career in pro wrestling because it seems like I am going nowhere in this sport. At 33 years of age, if a team really wanted me they would have hired me by now. Lets go to a bar and party.
Miroslav: I hear you on the partying and I wish you luck in your new career.
Patrice: Good luck now lets go out.
The scene fades to blue.
Mike Thorntons Official Site.
Hello ladies and gentleman. Thank you for visiting this site. As you can see, Its fairly new and I will be documenting my wrestling matches on it as well as my hockey career. Anyway, lets get it started.
Hoood. Thats right. Three o's. Oh my god. How original. Another wannabe wigga. He thinks he is tough but he is nothing more than a wannabe. You think you are cool but talking about my family. I will give you that one. I don't blame you for fantasizing about my family. Hell, I fantasize about your mom all the time while I grab my dick and pump up and down on it. BTW ladies, I am 8 inches. Hit me up. Anyway, Hoood. You have nothing on me. You talk about being the next big star while I get sent to a so called "place". You are confused because I am the future star in this business. My star power is my fighting ability. You don't have much of that. You say I am weak sauce because of my hair. You are the weak sauce, my friend.
Who cares if you can moonwalk? So what? Half the universe can do that. Its not that hard. Even Barney Green can do it and that guy is around 380 pounds. Its impressive you can speak twenty different languages. I can speak English and French. You are the so called good guy. There is never one of those.
You are perhaps one of the biggest threats I have to face in this match and I wish you luck because either way this match goes, its going to go great. I got the skills to wrestle and skate. I have encountered many people like you in Hockey. You know what happens to them? They get taught that they don't matter. I played for a few teams in my career like the Wilkes-Barre\Scranton Phantoms and the Providence Admirals.
Now onto Lazarus Black. You, my friend, are sadly mistaken about me. I am not lazy nor scared of some face painted emo wannabe. We will brawl all over the ring. I got the skills that you seem to lack. I have helped out many people in my career. You are afraid to see the truth in what I say and you will deny what I say but whatever. I really don't care because you are only hurting yourself.
Hoood..Lazarus Black.. Time to get Thortoned! The time is drawing near slowly but when the bell rings, My hand will be raised in victory.