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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 3 2008, 07:56 PM (46 Views) | |
| Triadred | Apr 3 2008, 07:56 PM Post #1 |
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Canada's Handsomest Boy
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Gunnar Leland commands our attention as he sits center screen. His fingers are tented against one another and his elbows resting on his kness along with a note, on which man a question is scrawled. But the biggest question... or rather, the foremost question is who has Gunnar taken audience with today? Gunnar: Anarchy in the UK... A very matter of fact tone from the senior broadcast journalist of FIW. Gunnar: Truer words never spoken, as it was an all out chaotic Hell in Manchester. And now... the after math. Joining me in the studio today is the fortunate unfortunate, as it's been coined. A man who tasted success... and found it to be bitter sweet. I am of course refering to FIW's own Evolution of Excellence, Prime. The camera draws back to include Prime into the picture. He sits opposite Gunnar in a matching chair. His eyes fixed to the floor, Prime seems troubled, in a word... beyond the sun and further still in several. With Gunnar drawing a breath, however, Prime is brough back to reality and offers Gunnar an acknowledging but only momentary glance before letting his eyes fall to the floor once again. Gunnar: Prime... I want to cut to the chase, if I may. As per the results from Sundays pay-per-view, Anarchy in the UK, the press and the wrestling world alike have branded you with the moniker, the fortunate unfortunate. How do you respond to that? At a loss for ay imediate words, Prime simply shrugs before swallowing a lump and quietly cooing an answer. Prime: In your own words, Gunnar... truer words never spoken. At Anarchy in the UK I was a big time winner in retaining mine and Kennedy's tag team titles against Nick Allen and Jay Bain, and later on, a big time loser in losing my Dual Crown shot against Kiyoshi Nakahata. So I guess that sum bitch fits me like a glove. But to be perfectly honest with you, I'm surprised it took as long as Anarchy oh-eight for me to earn that name sake. Gunnar arches an intrigued brow. Gunnar: Can you elaborate on that please? Prime: Well, not to jump on the sympathy horse and ride 'er for all she's worth, but the fortunate unfortunate has sorta been my schtick since busting into the game, Gunnar. I mean, take a good hard look at my career leading up to this point. There has not been a time where I've earned somthing huge, but didn't pay an equally as huge price for it. Gunnar: Well, to be fair, Prime, it could be argued that most everyone in this business pays a price in some form or anoher for success. What do you feel creates cause for you to consider your situation significant when compaired to others? Gunnar interjects. But it doesn't miff the big man in the slightest. It's actually a rather valid comment, and Primes nod acknowledges it as so. Prime: Hey, far be it for me to sit here and tell you that everyone's got it good while I'm living the shit life, but in some cases... some very significant cases, I think the price I've paid for what I'v got was beyond the stretch of my ecinomics, if you catch what I mean. Gunnar nods. Gunnar: I suppose I do, but for sake of viewers at home, could you perhaps explain what you mean but that? Prime swallows hard. Seems he's a little hesitant to dive into any sort of explanation. Prime: Just seems to me, Gunnar, that I lose as much as I gain. For everything good that comes my way, there's a trade off. Seems like I can't rise up without getting knocked on my ass first. Gunnar: Are you, prehaps, refering to the loss of you mentor and father figure, Max Midas? Gunnar again interjects, and this time Prime does look impacted. But it's not irritation that colors the big mans face red... it's saddness. Prime swaalows another heavy lump and begins to fidgest with his hands before his posture deflates with a sigh and he throws tear-welling eyes to the ceiling. Prime: Max was um... Max was far more than a trade in for success. Damn me for sounding dramatic, Gunnar, but Max Midas is worth more than any level of success in this business or any other. But I suppose in some regards, Max could be considered a trade in... but the story of Max and I doesn't jive with what I'm getting at here today. Some people would argue that yea, in order for me to have jumped to this level, it took Max's death to really light a fire under my ass... but as far as I'm concerned, it's a different story all together. Max's death didn't make me successful. An inspiration that I drew from his spirit did. Again, Gunnar nods. Gunnar: Speaking of Max Midas, and I hope I'm not getting too personal, Prime, but Anarchy in the UK... do you feel that you let Max down in losing the Dual Crown championship match against Kiyoshi Nakahata? Prime imediately begins to shake his head. Prime: Absolutely not. Prime continues to shake his head. Prime: Absolutely not. Max never trained me to be a champion. It was never about being the champion with Max. As far as Max was concerned, and as far as he instilled in me, victory starts here... Prime, of course, lands a pointed finger onto his chest, beneath which beats his heart. Prime: If you don't have heart, then you're not truly a champion. This right here is where the fight comes from. This right here tells you if you fought and if you fought hard... and as far as what this is telling me, I fought Kiyoshi Nakahata with every ounce of heart that I had to give the man. I promised him that I wouldn't sit here and bitch... that I wouldn't cry and whine and cop out excuses, and I wont. I also promised him that he would get every bit of fight in me, because he's the champ, and because I respect him too much to give him anything less. It was never about the Dual Crown championship. It was about the fight. Max never wanted me to be a champion, Gunnar. That wasn't the goal. Max wanted me to be a fighter. Gunnar feels that. Do you feel that? Gunnar: Well, in keeping with Sundays theme... you were double booked for Anarchy in the UK. Combined with your Dual Crown championship match, you also defended your tag team championships, along side your tag team partner, Kennedy, against Team XK's rising stars in Nick Allen and Jay Bain. I had an opportunity to speak with both Nick Allen and Jay Bain, and from all appearences, both men fought that match as individuals as both men had their own agendas to fulfill. Do you feel that this individuality within the team environment as demanded by your championship match contributed to their downfall? Prime reluctantly nods. Prime: You know... I hadn't considered it before, but it's possible. Thinking back on it, and getting back to what I was saying before, you can't win a fight if your heart's not in it. I can't say for sure anything about Allen, but I know Bain's wasn't in it from booking to bell. The kid wanted these belts... he wanted them bad, I know that for damn sure. But he wasn't ready to fight for them. Jay Bain wasn't ready to really work his ass off and earn them. His head was miles ahead of the match. Jay was thinking about being the champs before thinking about earning the damn things. As far as I'm concerned, that was Jays down fall. Nick Allen? I really... Prime again seems reluctant. Prime: I really can't say much about Nick Allen to be honest. Gunnar nods and opts for a differet approach. Maybe for sound bites sake... Gunnar: Well perhaps a little word association? When I say the name, Nick Allen... what's the first thing that comes to mind? Prime leans forward and blances his elbows on his knees. He fades into thought for a moment before drawing and breath and answering. Prime: Warrior poet. Prime nods to confirm his reactionary thought as he settles back into his seat. Prime: I will say tis much about Nick Allen, and if you're watching this, Nick, and if you hear anything I say here today, hear this... take it from someone who knows... you are a good father, Nick. And that's all he'll say about that. Gunnar nods again while taking his eyes from Prime to scan his notepad. Gunnar: Well, we covered three quarters of Anarchy's tag team championship match... I'm wonder if we can get to the fourth... Kennedy. I- Prime: No comment. Primes quick reaction to simply his partners name is curt and imediately snares Gunnars attention from his notepad. Prime shakes his head from side to side and holds a fending hand out at Gunnar. Prime: Please... no comment. Gunnar arches yet another intrigue brow and shrgs his compliance. Far be it for him to stoop to Rebecca Hunters level of dirt digging. Moving on... Gunnar: Well... one final question while I have you here. This weekend sees you competing in a ten man tag team match pitting what many have dubbed, the Friends of FIW, against the self proclaimed Rejects. My question, or rather, what I'd like to get form you is your position on the Rejects as an entity here in FIW. Do you feel they're a threat? Are you for or against their cause? What? Prime can't help but smile a little inspite of Gunnars heavy questions. Prime: You know... I get asked that question everywhere I go, and I think it has a lot to do with the fact that the Rejects and I have a little history. They had planned and tried to end my career. And you know something, Gunnar, not a lot of guys would get over something like that. A lot of guys would hold one hell of a grudge and take something like that real personal. Me? I got over it. I got over it the minute I proved to the Rejects that despite their best efforts, I'm still here and I'm still fighting. I got over the hate and the vengeance the second Kennedy and I captured the tag team championships. I got over it all, Gunnar, when I showed Onikage and his clan that I can hang with their best and more. Do I have any ill will towards the Rejects? No. Do I feel threatened by them? About as much as I do anyone else in that locker room. Prime shrugs. Prime: But as far as this cause of theirs goes... I have my issues with it. More specifically, I have my issues with Onikage. Now I sat back last week and I listened to what the man had to say about me, and the catagory that he lumped me in with. The normal people. The beautiful people. Prime huffs a short laugh. Prime: I don't know much about pop culture, Gunnar, but from what I've experienced, being a freak doesn't mix with the so called beautiful people, and that's a burden I've shouldered my entire damn career. Onikage wants to hop up on his soap box and tell me that me and the people like me are the reason he and his brothers are so down trodden. That me and my "beautiful people" are the reason he and his Rejects so rejected by society. In my opinion, Onikage is blaming everyone who isn't at fault. In my opinion... Onikage is to blame for his attitude. Onikage is to blame for his cause. And Onikage is to blame for the Rejects being who they are. This man, Onikage? He's a predator. He's preys on the insecure. He preys on the invalued. He preys on the incompitant. Another arched brow from Gunnar. Gunnar: Incompitant? Prime nods affirming the confidence behind his words. Prime: Take a good look at me, Gunnar. I'm what Onikage coniders to be one of the beautiful people. But I have to disagree. I have to disagree because the same people he labals as my peers are the same people who turn around and call me freak just as quickly as they do him. So, in a way, Onikage and I are more peers than the people he's so quick to throw me in with. The difference between he and I though is I don't rampage at the idea of being so shunned by society. I could honestly give a damn about what's hot and what's not. Onikage on the other hand... he knows he wont ever find a place in pop culture, therefore his aim... his cause... is to destroy it. It's actually quite sad. The mad rages war against an idea that really fronts no soldiers. And he surrounds himself with the same kind of insecurity and incompitance in his soldiers... his Rejects. Gunnar: Still, I'm curious as to the usage of the word, incompitant. In what way do you feel the Rejects are incompitant? Prime shrugs again. Is it really that obvious? Prime: Because they can't deal. These guys would sooner listen to Onikage go on and on about hate and protest and war before taking a good look at themselves and saying, hey... to Hell with what everyone else thinks. It's about what I think. I say incompitant because these Rejects, they refuse to think for themselves. The live in this one space and don't move this way or that for fear of what? Being slighted by their so called brothers? If you ask me... if the Rejects are suppose to be about anti-establishment, about anti-conformity, having Onikage expect that each man under his banner would stick to the one cause is pretty much defeating the whole purpose of being who they are. Onikage takes a word like different and twists it around into something negative. Reject. Last time I checked, guys like Ash Koopa, or Drake Love, or Kiyoshi Nakahata even, were never rejected by anyone. For these guys, it's not about raging against the machine as Onikage would have us all believe. It's about safety in numbers. Plain and simple. It's a bunch of guys who can't step up and say, I am. It's about a bunch of guys who don't have the heart to be anything more than hate filled, narrow minded pawns in Onikages game. It's about a bunch of guys who are too damn incompitant to actually be men. Prime rises from his seat and pulls his pin-microphone from his shirt. But he doesn't drop it. Not yeat. Prime: Sunday's not us versus them, Gunnar. It's never been about that. It's about an army that has no war to fight so they make one up. So come Sunday... come ReVolt, I'm sorry to say... I'm not going to go out there and take part in a war. Prime furrows his brow and stares down at Gunnar. Prime: I'm going to fight a fight. Now he drops the mic. And leaves Gunnar to arch his brow once again. |
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