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| Official Nensai Senjou '09 Press Conference; [Everyone R&R] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 31 2009, 10:30 AM (326 Views) | |
| Crimson Shards | Jan 31 2009, 10:30 AM Post #1 |
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The scene is one of familiar sights to long time followers of Full Intensity Wrestling around this time of the year, it is a conference hall. The hall itself is pretty standard affair with bland colors covering the walls and ceiling to give it a professional feel to it. Beneath everyone in the room is a pattern of carpet that leaves a lot to the imagination with its almost artistic attempts at abstract designs within it. Several lights are hanging over head and bathing the entire massive room in a light glow that further adds to the entire mood of the place. Mostly the room is jammed full of folding steel chairs set up with dozens of hundreds of bodies sitting on them. These people are looking like all walks of life, some male, some female, some are fat, some are skinny, some are young, and others are old and so on. There are two similarities amongst all of them though and the first is that they are all dressed business savvy for this annual FIW occasion. The second is that all of them have on their person somewhere a small little plastic card that tells everyone it is a press pass in big, bold letters. Against the far back wall there is a narrow yet wide stage platform set up with the back of it draped in many FIW related banners. The center of the stage's back is covered up the infamous black & green Full Intensity Wrestling logo, the FIW looming over the entire stage. The rest of the back is wrapped in banner style versions of various promotional posters for the anniversary event that's a week away. Not just the standard poster most has seen but also the ones that are featuring a particular match on the big event's card. In the center of the stage rests a wooden table that is nearly as long as the stage and it has a black table cloth over it that is rivaling the stage too. On top of the table sits dozens of small personal microphones that are being held up by little stands set up on the table top too. These microphones are facing the entire roster that is featured on the Nensai Senjou: Sixth Anniversary event, each with their own chair. Once again, the majority of them are dressed in a business or business casual manner to match that professional aura about the press conference. Reed G. Keenan: Hello respected members of the press and those watching this event at home, I wanted to take a moment of your time before we begin. Full Intensity Wrestling is nearing its sixth anniversary and in that time we've seen many faces come and go, allowing the company to continually evolve and survive. If there is one thing that's certain about this promotion is that we are ever looking forward to the future rather than dwelling on the past. Jonathon Hitchen said a few weeks ago on one of our broadcasts that the future is now and I'm unsure if words have ever been said that better describe FIW's mentality as a company. While we respect and honor those that have come before us, we are always marching on and we are looking towards tomorrow as opposed to yesterday and we hope that we have many more anniversary events to come. With that said, I'll allow the press to take the floor in a moment and begin asking our roster questions that the public wants to know. However the board and I request that the press reframes from giving any of the roster members at this table a hard time. As well as we also request that you ask only relatively tasteful questions and avoid any tabloid style journalism while in this room, showing our competitors respect. If you fail to do so, FIW's security is here and Kensonsuke Hashimoto himself will ensure you are escorted out of the room. Thank you and now let us begin... Leaning back in his seat, FIW's Middle Man glances away from the press and towards the security guards he's got stationed through out the room. Gently with his right hand he brushes some dust off of his usual pin striped suit, this time it is a dark green with black stripes. The tie that is around his neck that he tightens is a slightly lighter shade of green than the majority of his suit and it is more of an emerald. Patiently he sits at the center of the table that on each side of him is full of wrestlers as he awaits for the questions to start flying from the press... |
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| Spann | Feb 1 2009, 10:19 PM Post #2 |
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I'm just a soldier. I'm not worthy.
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A sea of journalists raise their hands, but it is the one closest to the amassed roster who is lucky enough to be heard first: Reporter: Mr Allen? Nick, slightly surprised, turns to look at the man in the front row: NA: Yo. Reporter: Um, yes. Mister Allen, I was wondering if you could tell me, and indeed the other FIW fans, where you have been for these last few months? NA: Since I lost the Flycore belt, you mean? Reporter: Well, yes. NA: Well, that's a funny story actually; allow me to tell you. After losing the belt it dawned on me that my war with Mr Orange and his band of worthless pricks [Nick takes a second to shoot Blake absolute daggers before continuing] had really taken it out of me, physically mentally and socially. I'd barely seen my kids in months, my body was in tatters, and I'd grown paranoid and wary of everyone. That ain't how Nick Allen lives his life, not at all. So, I took a few weeks off. Took the kids on holiday, relaxed , kicked back. Met a magic horse, as it goes. That last statement causes somewhat of a kerfuffle, as you can probably imagine. Reporter: A... Magic horse? NA: Yeah. I'd taken a jetski around the rocky islands just off the coast of Lindos, in Rhodes. Magical places, full of caves and outcrops, absolutely phenomenal. But yeah, after an hour or two of scooting around these little islands, I came across an island with a dark waterlogged cave leading deep inside it. So, I decided to go exploring, as you do. I crawled the 'ski into the cave, enjoying the crisp, fresh, cool air, only to come to a dead end. Now, it ain't Nick's way to give up, so I decided to dive deep into the azure blue waters below. What can I say, I had a hunch? Deeper and deeper I went, the sunlight withering and dissipating with each kick, until the rock face suddenly yielded and became a tunnel. Into it I swam, my lungs constricting tighter and tighter until it felt as if they were full of mustard gas, and acid gushed throught my veins, before all of a sudden I was afforded movement upward. My kicks grew weaker, but my own natural buoyancy started to push me back to the surface, to sweet, sweet air. The sun grew in my salt-addled pupils, and as the light washed over me and began to envelop me, I blacked out. I woke up... Hours? Days? Maybe even Years? later. My eyes took time to focus to the low light. I was in a large stone room, lit by an unseen light as the seawater reflected onto the ceiling. But the most interesting sight? It was a face, but most definitely not a human one. No, this face was more equine than I expected, and certainly more so than the sort of face you would expect to find wearing thick rimmed spectacles. I wanted to be scared, to scream. I wanted to curl up into a ball and be terrified out of my mind, but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to feel anything other than a curious calm which ebbed and flowed about my body, gently filling my leaden fingers and toes and cooling my burning mind. It was definitely a horse. A horse in glasses and a tie. It's bristly brown hair took a sapphire tint as it clopped across the bare stone floor before he turned and looked at me. "You swallowed a lot of water back there buddy, nearly lost you a couple times." He said, and smiled a yellow toothed horsey grin at me. But something was wrong. It took me a moment's worth of hesitation to realise just what it was, but when I saw it, I couldn't believe my eyes. Each of it's teeth was a tiny gate, swinging on an invisible hinge. Behind each gate was a beautiful land of stunning peaks and rivieras, each a different colour of the spectrum. We shared a look; all of a sudden my legs didn't feel so heavy. Instead a curious inclination to head towards the gates grew in me, and I found myself getting closer to the horses gaping maw. The skull got bigger and bigger (Or was I getting smaller?), and before I knew it I was climbing up it's soft wet lips. The horses top jaw was now so far away I could not see it, and my senses were now assaulted by the roaring of it's breath and the odour of previous meals. The gums were now thirty foot high pink-black walls, each sticky with saliva - climbing these would surely be a challenge, but one worth it just to peek at the wonderous visions behind those teeth. I reached out, but could get no grip. Angry, I lashed out with my foot, kicking out at the wall. Immediately, I regretted it. The horse roared, the sound almost blowing my eardrums clean out of commission before a huge, musclebound, sinewy tongue bore down upon me, sweeping me down into it's waiting gullet... Reporter: Mr Allen? NA: And then I- yes? Reporter: Is any of what you have just said actually true? NA: Well... I... No. None of it. A sheepish grin spreads over Nick's face. Reporter: So, in your three months away, you actually... NA: Got pissed and chased dogs. Reporter: And you just... NA: Lied for a laugh. Yeah. Reporter: Thankyou. Erm, no further questions. NA: Glad to be of help. Satisfied he has answered the questions as best he could, Nick takes a seat, giving his best "what?" look to those in the roster staring at him in disbelief... |
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| Ash | Feb 1 2009, 10:53 PM Post #3 |
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Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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The silence following Nick Allen's session is quickly shattered by a barrage of noise from the gaggle of journalists, each one trying to make their question heard over those of their peers. However, before any one journalist can get can noticed, a figure rises up from behind the table. A few flash bulbs go off as Ash Koopa raises his right hand above his head, prompting the press to fall quiet in anticipation. As the audience sit quietly, Ash looks around the room and nods to himself, before glancing either side of him at the other members of the locker room. Ash: "Thank you." Wearing black cargo pants, a white t-shirt and a brown pin-stripe jacket, Ash admires the people around him. Ash carefully steps up onto his chair, then onto the table and looks down at the journalists and photographers. With a satisfied smile on his face, Ash stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jacket and nods again. Ash: "Nensai Senjou." Allowing the words to travel, Ash takes a moment to look into the distance. Ash: "Nen. Sai. Sen. Jou." With a smile, Ash turns his back to the room and spreads his arms to the side. A few more flash bulbs go off before Ash turns around, showing his face to the room once more. Ash: "Just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? Nensai Senjou. It's the reason we're all here. The biggest pay-per-view event this side of Anarchy in the United Kingdom. But what does it all mean? What does Nensai Senjou actually mean?" Looking to his peers, Ash shrugs and then focuses on the audience once more. Ash: "Anniversary Battle. It means Anniversary Battle. But you all knew that already. You're Japanese. All of you are Japanese, so if anything, you're probably wandering what I'm talking about. Never fear, as I'm sure Kiyoshi can translate everything for you when he decides to speak. Or if he decides to speak. Ain't no-one going to force him to talk about anything, seeing as he's a grumpy git much of the time." With a slight chuckle, Ash waves down the table to Kiyoshi. Turning his attention to the matter at hand, Ash kicks around aimlessly on the table as he contemplates the thoughts in his head. Ash: "Y'know, I'm headed into my third year with Full Intensity Wrestling and it's been one Hell of a rollercoaster ride. From my beginnings here as that charismatic character known as the KoopaManiac to standing side-by-side with the Rejects. I've had my fair share of partners over the last two years. On the good side of the fence, I stood with El Lumberjacko for months. And on the dark side, I was backing the likes of Drake Love, Kiyoshi Nakahata and Onikage for half the year. But none of those partnerships have lasted anywhere near as long as the one I've had with my opponent for Nensai Senjou. I am, of course, talking about Shaun Wilson." Taking a moment, Ash points down the table to the Fighting Spirit Champion, Shaun Wilson. Ash: "My dance partner for the last twelve months. Me and Shaun Wilson have torn it up all over the world. Different cities. Different states. Different countries. Different continents. And it all comes to an end on February eighth in the Tokyo Dome. We wrestled standard rules, boxing rules, tags, triple threats, four-ways, probably five ways too, and even an Inferno match. How could we top all of that? What could we do to go one better than any of that? A cage match, perhaps? Or even a ladder match? Last man standing? So many options. So many ways to beat Shaun Wilson stupid.." Flashing a grin, Ash shakes his head. Ash: "Why go better? Why not take it back a step? European rules. Something I'm very familiar with. Something I grew up on. Just because I want to beat Shaun stupid doesn't mean I have to crack a chair over his head. Putting him in an environment that he is unfamiliar with gives me a huge advantage. Just as Shaun tries to build momentum, the bell will ring and it'll be the end of the round. He has no clue what he is getting himself into." Turning to look down the table to his opponent, Ash crouches down and presses his hands against the wood. Ash: "Where's your Championship advantage, Shaun? If you don't know the rules, you don't know how to play. And even if you do, I know all the tricks. I grew up on this stuff, watching the likes of Jim Breaks, Mick McManus and Cyanide Sid Cooper bend the rules to their advantage. And from watching Kendo Nagasaki, Johnny Saint and Rollerball Rocko, I know how to use every situation to my advantage. The tapes are one thing, but I spent my youth wrestling in European rules matches. Wrestling catch-as-catch-can is not easy. Can you go the distance without throwing a punch, Shaun? You don't have a chance, Shaun. And seeing as this is our last dance, it's only fitting that I get to choose the song, isn't it?" Moving to a kneeling position on the table, paying no heed to anyone sat around him, Ash begins motioning to his waist with his hands. Ash: "That belt is coming back to me, Shaun. The Fighting Spirit Championship will be mine. These people will see Ash Koopa claim back what was stolen from him at Violence Fetish. The Japanese will see it, but the whole world will know it. Ash Koopa is a Champion. The Fighting Spirit Champion." With a sneer, Ash shuffles across the table and moves back into his chair. He glances over to Shaun and smirks, then leans back and crosses his arms in front of his chest, showing little interest in anything that is to follow.. |
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| Token | Feb 2 2009, 06:32 AM Post #4 |
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Shaun Wilson: "That's it?" The attention of the reporters quickly turn from Ash to Shaun. He slides off a pair of sunglasses and stuffs them inside of his suit jacket. Shaun Wilson: "So you're suppose to be the favorite to win this because you've participated in this type of match before?" Shaun stares at his opponent. A snarl is almost forming on the face of the current FSC holder. He sniffs as he adjusts his suit jacket. Shaun Wilson: "Ash let's not forget I do have momentum now. Last time I checked I did win the inferno match." Shaun smirks as he looks at himself. Shaun Wilson: "Though we all seen the end of that. Don't let these injuries fool you Ash. I've been injured before and I keep coming back for more." Shaun raises the title high in the air as he looks at his challenger. Shaun Wilson: "Take a good look Koopa. This is the closest you're gonna get to this. This is my title, I earned this title. You lost this title out there playing grab ass with Elrick. Don't claim this title as stolen Koopa. This title found a new holder. This division found a new leader. And that leader is me." Shaun pats on the belt as he stares down at Ash Koopa. Shaun Wilson: "You see Ash....just because you picked the match. Doesn't mean a damn thing. It's a match Koopa. Just as much as I can't throw a punch you can't either. All you got is experience. And honestly experience means nothing. You have more wrestling experience than me. And look at me. I got something you want. I've outdone you when it comes to mind games. So don't give me that guff about this match. Because when it's all said and done. I'm walking out of The Tokyo Dome the same way I came in......." Shaun lifts the folded title enough to where Ash can see it. Shaun Wilson: "Champion." Shaun smirks as he slides on his sunglasses and rests the title on his shoulder. |
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| Jimmy Jimbo | Feb 2 2009, 08:42 AM Post #5 |
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¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Getting up from his seat next is the 2008 Grand Prix Champion and 2-time Dual Crown Champion, Jim O’Brien. Several more flashbulbs flash across the screen and the clicking of cameras roars with every step Jim takes… he is kind of a big deal in Japan, y’know. Clad in a black suit, with black shirt & tie, Jim stands proudly at the podium and removes a paper from his breast pocket, clears his throat and begins… O’Brien: “Now, before I get started… No more flash photography. My eyes are sensitive. And if any pictures of me from this press conference surface without my expressed written consent, you will be hearing from my lawyers. Just as well, I will not be accepting any questions from the press at this point in time. But I do have a written statement prepared.” But before he gets to that, Jim turns his attention to Reed Keenan with a smirk. O’Brien: “Don’t look so worried down there… I won’t say anything that’ll compromise the integrity of the company. In fact my statement is very complimentary.” I’d be willing to guess the last thing Reed G. Keenan wants is a verbal endorsement from Jim O’Brien of all people. Reed releases an annoyed sigh, knowing he’s probably going to have to apologize to somebody at some point for what Jim’s going to say. Jim turns his attention back to his statement; shifting his attention from the press to his written statement every few moments. O’Brien: *clears throat* “Firstly, on behalf of The Managerial Firm of Smarty Smark & Smark and all of its associates, I would like to thank Mr. Keenan and the board of directors for their decisions regarding the aftermath of the main event of the last ReVolt broadcast. Full Intensity Wrestling, while a wrestling promotion that thrives on competition, is a business. And the main objective in any business is to make a profit. And while FIW is the number one professional wrestling organization in the world, it is not immune to the challenging world economy. In these tough times – which, if I may say, it’s been much worse in the past – uneasy decisions must be made. FIW has certain quotas to meet, as far as ratings and profits go. And, like most companies, FIW’s 4th quarter in the stock market wasn’t what they had hoped for, and the ratings have dipped towards the end of 2008 – specifically starting last November 16th – which our networks FX and Sky Sports weren’t too pleased about, to say the least. Though, I expect our era of depression and recession will come to an end come the end of Nensai Senjou, when FIW will have crowned a Dual Crown Champion that we can all be proud of – Prime.” … says Jim with a big grin, but a collective groan can be heard from a majority of the wrestlers seated at the press conference and many reporters in the mass of journalism before him. Jim turns his attention to his SS&S comrade. O’Brien: “All of us at the firm are counting on ya, big guy.” Turning back to his prepared rambling, he continues. O’Brien: “Secondly, I’d like to state just how much I’ve enjoyed this recent tour of Japan; while I’ve never always been a ‘fan-favorite’ in most places I go, I have always been treated with respect and class by the Japanese. And I feel the American wrestling fans could learn a thing or two from them, regarding how to treat a wrestling hero and role model.” Several more annoyed groans and face-palms take place in the peanut gallery as Jim speaks. O’Brien: “I am especially excited to end this successful tour in a marquee match in the Tokyo Dome. Specifically, taking on Liam Mortell in a Dog Collar match that will end our ‘blood feud’ as some would call it. The Tokyo Dome has been a venue that I have most enjoyed wrestling in over my career, and at Nensai Senjou it will be the first time I will have wrestled there in several years. Unfortunately the last chance I had to wrestle in the Tokyo Dome, I had to step out due to personal reasons. And I have since been counting the days, like many of the fans, until FIW would come back to it. Just as well, a Dog Collar match is one I have never competed in, in my near 13-year career. So I am looking forward to the challenge of it ahead of me. Regarding the battle itself with Liam Mortell…” Jim’s eyes search across the conference at the table… Now locking onto Liam, who’s got his eyes locked on Jim. Jim picks up his statement, folds it back up and places it back inside his jacket pocket. He smiles a smug smile and speaks. O’Brien: “I’d actually prefer not to comment. I’ve always felt that actions speak louder than words. And anyone that’s seen what I’ve done to Liam…” *smirking devilishly* “… especially at the Condemned Fetish match… Well, it’ll be nothing compared to what’s going to happen in our Dog Collar match.” Jim cuts his eye contact with Liam and faces the press once more. He clears his throat and straightens his tie. He speaks once more… O’Brien: “That’ll be it from me. Thank you for your time.” With that, Jim steps out of the picture. Presumably back to his seat… But you never know; he could’ve gotten his leg caught in a bear trap or something. But, we’ll just say he’s back in his seat. Up next is… |
[align=center] [/align][size0]Thanks, Lita! ![]() <center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: cc3300; font-weight: bold; color:black"> <option style="color:black">THE ROUGAROU</option> <option> Name: </option> <option>"The Rougarou" Silas Bergeron</option> <option>Height:</option> <option>6'6"</option> <option>Weight:</option> <option>296 lbs.</option> <option>Hometown:</option> <option>The Bayou</option> <option>Entrance Music:</option> <option>Led Zeppelin - 'When The Levee Breaks'</option> <option>Wrestling Style:</option> <option>Methodical Powerhouse</option> <option>Signature Moves:</option> <option> - Sword of Damocles </option> <option> - Chokeslam </option> <option> - Bayou Leg Sweep </option> <option>Finishing Moves:</option> <option> - Swamp Drop Brainbuster</option> <option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option> <option>Title History:</option> <option> - 1x Fighting Spirit Champion</option> <option>Other Cool Stuff:</option> <option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Roleplay of the Year (Family Reunion)</option> <option> - 2014 FIW Segment of the Year (The Rougarou Cometh)</option> <option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Mr. GEIST/Deacon DEATH)</option> <option> - 2014 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ Butch Babineaux)</option> <option> - 2014 1st Runner Up, FIW Newcomer of the Year</option> <option> - 2014 & 2015 FIW Manager of the Year (Butch Babineaux)</option> <option> </option> <option> Now do you believe in The Rougarou? </option> </select></center> <center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: cadetblue; font-weight: bold; color:black"> <option style="color:black">#SWAGOLITION</option> <option> Name: </option> <option>"The Condemned" Lucas Bergeron</option> <option>Height:</option> <option>6'4½"</option> <option>Weight:</option> <option>235 lbs.</option> <option>Hometown:</option> <option>Kandiyohi, Minnesota</option> <option>Entrance Music:</option> <option>Black Sabbath - 'Hole in the Sky'</option> <option>Wrestling Style:</option> <option>Athletic - Strong Style - Brawler</option> <option>Signature Moves:</option> <option> - Exploder Suplex </option> <option> - Powerbomb </option> <option> - German Suplex </option> <option>Finishing Moves:</option> <option> - The Manhattan Project</option> <option> - Honey Island Swamp Lock </option> <option>Title History:</option> <option> - n/a </option> <option>Other Cool Stuff:</option> <option> - 2015 FIW ReVolt Match of the Year (vs. Nemesis, 6/6/15)</option> <option> - 2015 FIW Feud of the Year (vs. Nemesis)</option> <option> - 2015 FIW Babyface of the Year</option> <option> - 2015 FIW Duo of the Year (w/ The Rougarou)</option> <option> </option> <option> Just Give The Lunatic A Chance... </option> </select></center> <center><select style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8pt; background-color: 14b8ff; font-weight: bold; color:black"> <option style="color:black">THE MAN IN BLACK</option> <option> Name: </option> <option>Jim O'Brien </option> <option>Height:</option> <option>6'7"</option> <option>Weight:</option> <option>290 lbs.</option> <option>Hometown:</option> <option>Grant's Lick, Kentucky</option> <option>Entrance Music:</option> <option>Motörhead - 'Line in the Sand'</option> <option>Wrestling Style:</option> <option>Strong Style Powerhouse</option> <option>Signature Moves:</option> <option> - Belly-to-Belly Suplex</option> <option> - Saito Suplex </option> <option> - Jackknife Powerbomb </option> <option> - Hells Bells-plex</option> <option>Finishing Moves:</option> <option> - Hells Bells</option> <option> - F-Bomb</option> <option>Title History:</option> <option> - 2x Fighting Spirit Champion </option> <option> - 1x co-holder of the FIW Tag Team Championships of the World (w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option> <option> - 1x Ultimate Endurance Champion</option> <option> - 1x Spirit Of Honour Champion</option> <option> - 3x Dual Crown Champion</option> <option> Other Cool Stuff: </option> <option> - 2015 FIW Hall of Fame inductee</option> <option> - 2004 TNT Superstar Of The Year</option> <option> - 2004 Feud Of The Year (w/ Silent Rage)</option> <option> - 2004 Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Genocide) <option> - 2005 1st Runner-Up, TNT Superstar Of The Year</option> <option> - 2005 Co-Match Of The Year participant (vs. Silent Rage @ FIW Anarchy In The UK)</option> <option> - 2008 & 2012 Lady Luck Tournament Champion </option> <option> - 2008 Grand Prix Tournament Champion</option> <option> - 2008 Match of the Year participant (vs. Liam Mortell vs. Kiyoshi Nakahata @ FIW Summer of Sin) </option> <option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW Feud of the Year participant (vs. Ash Koopa)</option> <option> - 2008 1st Runner-Up, FIW (Face/Heel/Tweener) Turn of the Year</option> <option> - 2009 ReVolt Match Of The Year participant (vs. Ethan Adams @ ReVolt Against The Champions X)</option> <option> - 2009 FIW Tag Team Of The Year (The O'Brien Clan, w/ Jorge O'Brien)</option> <option> - 2009 FIW Duo Of The Year (w/ Kendra O'Brien)</option> <option> - April 2012 Superstar of the Month</option> <option> - April 2012 Storyline of the Month ("Dirty Deeds...")</option> <option> - May 2012 Superstar of the Month</option> <option> - May 2012 Match of the Month participant (vs. Damien Holburn @ FIW Deadlock)</option> <option> - July 2012 Co-Match of the Month participant (vs. Mad Dawg @ FIW ReVolt (07/01/12)</option> <option> </option> <option> So yeah, Jim was awesome. :-D </option> </select></center> | |
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| Triadred | Feb 2 2009, 02:25 PM Post #6 |
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Canada's Handsomest Boy
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... Prime. Ever the class act, Jim O'Brien waits for his SS&S comrade so that he may shake his hand, pat him on the back, and exchange pleasentries. A few smiles between the two men, but as Prime reaches the podium, a sense of business assumes command over Primes features. The big man clears his throat and addresses the multitude. Prime: Honored guests... members of the press... members of FIW... I'd first like to take an opportunity to publicly voice a heart fealt thank you to each and every member of Smarty Smark and Smark associates for their tremendous suppost during these, my most testing days. A championship that carries as much weight as the Dual Crown championship, in as few words as I can use to define it, is quite intimidating. However, with the support of my associates, with the support of the fans, but most importantly, with the support of my family... A slight smile involuntarily creeps across Primes face. It's hard not to smile when he thinks about Jesse and his unborn child. Prime: I feel I'm more than able to conquere this, the most intimidating challenge of my career. Now at this time, my agent Smarty Smark has recommended that rather than field questions, I read aloud this prepared statement, of course approved by Smarty Smark and Smark... and in doing so, I hope all, albiet most, of your curiosities are satisfied. Prime, like Jim, draws a folded paper from his inner breast pocket, and reads aloud from the unfolded sheet after clearing is throat. Prime: It is at this time that I fine myself, James Brody, in humble solitude. Though I may be surrounded by the ovatious support of my brothers, humility barrs me from subscribing to such over confidence as I am faced with the greatest challenge set before myself or any peer that had come before me... the Dual Crown championship.In conquering this challenge, one must ponder the responsibilities that are burdened upon the Dual Crown champion... can the Dual Crown champion reign with dignity? Prime casts eye out onto the gathered. Prime: Yes I can. Can the Dual Crown champion reign with integrity? Yes I can. But most importantly, can the Dual Crown champion reign with intensity? Prime folds the sheet in half, tucks it into his pocket, palms both sides of the podium, and leans heavily forward. At this time, Prime eyes all three of his opponets, from Graver to Kai Min Lee to finaly, Grant Rice who's seated with the Dual straps splayed before him on the table. Prime also takes some time to stare at the titles, and while doing so, these final gold lusting words assuredly slip from his mouth. Prime: Yes. I. Can. Prime takes his seat as a most ovatious rukus is kicked up from the dominant SS&S portion of the room. |
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| Skone | Feb 2 2009, 03:02 PM Post #7 |
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Next up is Harrison O'Reily, he stands from his seat and is greeted with silence and not one flash from the group of journalists. Harrison: Any questions? An odd hush greets Harrison once again. Harrison: Come on, I'm a former two time FIW Tag Team champion and part of the greatest tag team in history. I'll ask you all one more time, any questions... The group of journalists stay quiet in front of Harrison. Harrison: Ya'll are bastards. With that, Harrison takes his seat once again after an embarrassing exchange with the media. |
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| Dai | Feb 2 2009, 04:40 PM Post #8 |
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With a look that asks "Really?" Kiyoshi Nakahata raises his eyebrow at SS&S, and smooths his long, white hair. Perhaps rather rudely, he starts drumming his left ring-finger against the table in front of him, making a rather more metallic noise than one would expect a finger to make. Wisely, on the part of the organisers, he has been kept out to one side, so as not to blind the assembled Press Corps with what can only be described as a brilliant white suit, complete with tie and waistcoat. Just this one small motion on his part sparks off a number of flashbulbs, temporarily blinding him, but drawing half a smile out of him, anyway. A few reporters who have spotted the slight motion raise their hands, and the Yeti points to one of them. Reporter: Nakahata-san; Masa Takanishi, Weekly Gong. Is it good to be back, both at the Tokyo Dome, and in Full Intensity Wrestling? His first response is a grunt of something that might be laughter. Kiyoshi: That is an interesting question. Increasingly, I am finding that there were things that I had missed, as I was looking back through my rose-tinted glasses. And while some things have changed beyond all recognition, others never will. There's a moment's silence as Takanishi stops to process this sentence. Nakahata manages to remain completely impassive, while looking straight at his questioner, having resumed tapping his finger. Reporter: That wasn't my question... Kiyoshi: My apologies. To give a straight answer to your question: yes, I have largely been enjoying myself, in the build up to Nensai Senjou. It will not be my first match since August, but it will certainly be the most significant, and I have no doubt that it will be the toughest. Dare I say it, the most 'fun.' Despite the word "fun," Kiyoshi still doesn't smile, at least, not properly. Thus far, it's been a typically cagey Kiyoshi interview. Reporter: With Kennedy retiring after this match - and we'll return to her in a moment, if I may - will this lead to a full-time return? There doesn't seem to have been any concrete word either way. Kiyoshi: Right now, the decision is not solely my own to make. Negotiations are... Shall we say 'ongoing...' And now for the reason behind that tapping sound: A silver wedding band on that left ring finger.* A few other reporters raise their hands, and start to ask questions, but Kiyoshi holds them all off with the Power of his Hand. Kiyoshi: Much depends on Nensai Senjou, and whether the call is strong enough to go back on tour. Fighting at Nensai Senjou, of course, will be no problem. After that, two months in the United Kingdom, before, I believe a return to the States for four to six months... The next bit is a little difficult for the reporter; as Kiyoshi has never named, and rarely speaks about his long-time girlfriend/fiancee and now wife to the press, apart from a "polite request" to leave her alone. "Polite requests" from the Black Feather Orchestra are still backed up by the Tanaka Family's Legal Machine.** Still, he clears his throat and continues ahead, as delicately as he can. Reporter: Does that mean that she... uh, I mean Mrs. Nakahata would accompany you on tour? Or would sh- Kiyoshi: I would prefer not to speak about this. It is a complicated situation, and there is much to be discussed. However; as certain as I can be at this moment in time, if I win at Nensai Senjou, there is a good chance I will remain. Otherwise, I will most likely leave it at that. A curious revelation, to say the least. After a number of murmurs through the assembled throng, a second reporter steps up, and is acknowledged by the Yeti. Reporter: What about Kennedy? Her last match in the company, and the way you're talking, it might also be yours. How does that affect your mindset? Kiyoshi: Quite simply, it does not. As hard as it was to admit... Here is a significant pause. It's obvious who he's talking about. Kiyoshi: The moment that the challenge was issued, everything else became a secondary concern. Just as Kennedy may have had thoughts about her own future, I do not believe that she had any doubts about how much she wanted - my apologies - wants to defeat me. For my own part, I was "called out" in my own home by someone I, myself have never cleanly beaten, and someone I have the highest regard for, and someone I too want to defeat... He trails off, but he holds his hand up once more, checking the questions, firmly. More flashbulbs go off as he does so, and when the room quietens down again, he continues. Kiyoshi: The closer Sunday gets, the more every other little thing fades into the background. Come the opening bell, everything beyond the ropes surrounding the ring will be nought but void, and all that will be left will be one standing in the way of the victory of the other. Thank you, that will be all. And with that, he sits back in his chair, and folds his arms, scanning the line of wrestlers out to his side... [size0]* He won't wear it in the ring, but he has a tattoo of the ring, and the tiny haiku engraved upon it, on the finger, directly underneath where he wears it. ** Despite never acknowledging Daisuke's presence on FIW programming for a number of years; it transpires that the two kept in close touch throughout thir time in FIW. However, they rarely met face-to-face; never publicly, to preserve the angle. |
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| Poi | Feb 2 2009, 05:46 PM Post #9 |
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Kiyoshi's eyes meet with the Billionaire Butcher's. A quick sneer from the newcomer of the year and Blake climbs slowly to his feet, dressed to perfection. A speck of dust would hurt Blake more than a bullet right now. The bulbs flash and the noise begins but Blake singles out one reporter, wearing a rather outragious moustache. Blake Orange: You. Man: Uh, yeah, uh... so you and Nick Allen can sit in the same room now huh? Blake wasn't prepared for that question. Blake Orange: Somebody else. Man: Now wait a min--- Blake Orange: Remove that man. The House of Orange security grab the reporter by the arms and drag him away, only his moustache falls from his face to reveal... Toby Bostock. Blake Orange: This is beyond funny Bostock. Through out all of this, Nick Allen, despite being clearly drunk hasn't taken his eyes of Blake. Nor Blake, Allen. We still have some bad blood it seems. Blake Orange: I have little to say. The press have been briefed with a tape from me. I am only here because I am contractually obliged. So as long as I am sitting here I can't be sued. No more questions! And whatever that was about, it's gladly over. For all involved as the press break their silence and hound the rest of FIW's roster. |
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| Drake | Feb 5 2009, 02:17 PM Post #10 |
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Who is next you may ask? Well it’s...Brianna Holly Chesterfield. The current Hellcat Division Champion has been sitting to the side as various people have gotten up to speak, even raising a heavy eyebrow when Ash Koopa proclaims that all the participants of the conference are Japanese, as clearly there are press from all sorts of walks besides the local press. Maybe Ash is blind to the rest of the room or just that he doesn't care enough to divert from his premade notecards, either way the conference continues until finally Jim O'Brien steps away. Before Brianna can stand though, a slew of others keep cutting her off, Kiyoshi and the other members of the House being just a second quicker on the draw. Finally, Brianna sees her chance to stand up and does so before anyone else can get in front of her. Despite the fact a small microphone is placed in front of her, Brianna stands up to approach the center where the larger one rests. Brianna: As many of you are well aware this Sunday I defend my championship against a former associate of mine, a one eyed cow of a woman named Jenny. Now while many of you have me already marked down to lose my belt, I promise you that I have gazed adversity in the eye. Looked it right there in the face and stared it down. Left standing tall after many of you doubted that I could even have a shot. Nobody had me marked down to win the Gauntlet Match and walk out with the Hellcat Division Championship, but yet I still became the fifth champion is said division. People assumed that my championship run was a fluke that Nicolette was going to prove to be false yet I strutted out with a big W in that match. Everyone was sure that Midas was going to save the division by conquering me and not only ending my reign but possibly my career. Yet, here I stand, still the Hellcat Division Champion. And now once again, the masses are positive that Jenny is going to overthrow me and take her seat as the queen of the Hellcats. And once again, all of you will be wrong. Digging her nails into the side of the podium, Brianna is clearly becoming more aggressive with every word. After she stops her flurry of hostile words, she tries to control her breathing and calm herself. Unclenching the podium, Brianna leans back so that she is once again standing upright. Brianna: This title has cost me everything I have ever known, my family, my friends, my wealth, my lifestyle, and everything else in my life is all gone yet I still remain fighting and clawing my way to win every match I can. Perhaps I am not the dominant champion that Jaime Lee was, I won’t deny facts here. But the fact remains, this title represents all the sacrifices I had to make to not only get here but also to stay where I am. I ask you all, what has Jenny been forced to give up in pursuit of this championship? What has Jenny lost along this winding road to the title? People may think that Midas, Jenny, LLF and the rest are all better than me but the fact is that they have other things to cling on to. A girlfriend and an Xbox all in a nice home waiting for them at the end of the day; the pursuit of a long lost love that may one day result in a reunion; or even simply a family name and legacy to honor. I have only this title belt to stand proof that I made the right choice. Clearly going from angry to somber, Brianna’s eyes tell a tale of a woman of desperation. She seems almost on the verge of tears but stands firm on not shedding a single one. Brianna: I know many of you don’t find me to be a worthy champion and maybe I haven’t earned that respect yet. But I will. Defeating Jenny will mean that I am not a sham, I am not a fluke and I did not make a mistake giving up everything to stay here. That is what this match with Jenny means to me. Oh don’t get me wrong, I still want to pay that one eyed slurring bitch back for tossing me off a scaffolding, but it is more than petty revenge. It is much more than that. Now, do I have any questions? Out in the crowd of mixed reporters, as in not all Japanese despite what some would say, Brianna picks out a balding man who wipes away the powdered sugar from a doughnut away from his double chin before asking his question in a Russian or maybe another Eastern European accent. Reporter #1: You cry too much. There is no crying in wrestling. Brianna: That is more of a statement than a question. Reporter #1: No interrupt. I make statement before I ask question. Now, my question is if you lose title, which you will cause you are weak little girl, but if you lose title, then do you go home to daddy with tail tucked in legs? Brianna: That was rather rude guy, but whatev. Umm no, if Jenny should somehow steal away the title from me then I would simply fight my way back to a position where I could rewin it. Reporter #2: Oh bloody hell. I thought that Nensai Senjou would be the last we would have to hear about your bleeding whine feast you stupid tart. Are you telling us that you aren’t going to retire if you lose the title? Brianna: No I will not be retiring. I thought I just made that crystal clear. Come on, who do you guys think I am, Lara Toni? Anyways, next question if someone has something that doesn’t involve me taking my ball and going home. Reporter #3: La mia domanda è realmente circa il fatto che le valutazioni per la divisione di Hellcat sono al loro più basso poiché i rifugi del Jaime hanno andato e siete diventato campione di Hellcat. Brianna: What the hell? Is that Italian? Spanish? Latin? It’s Italianese isn’t it? A small woman stands up next to the young Italian reporter and whispers to him for a brief moment while Brianna stands still looking stunned. Reporter #3’s Translator: He is Italian, and he also speaks Italian. There is no such thing as Italianese you troia. He said that his question is actually about the fact that the ratings for the Hellcat Division are at their lowest since Jaime Lee left and you became Hellcat Champion. Brianna: Well that isn’t my fault. You have Jaime Lee leaving and add in LLF being the Flycore Champion and Roxie chasing around it, therefore a lot of that is out of my control. But I promise to restore the ratings to what they once were. A few glances of non-belief pass over the room and Brianna all but stomps her foot in disappointment. Brianna: No really guys. I am going to be like the most loved champion ever. Fine, don’t believe me but you will all see. Next question? Reporter #4: Yeah I have a really simple question, are you done yet? Cause listening to you is giving me a major headache. Brianna opens her mouth to respond, but instead snaps it shut in anger. Turning away from the podium, Brianna grabs the Hellcat Title and storms off away from the conference. The reporters seem quite happy to see her go, until they see who replaces her that is. Ripping off a fake mustache and throwing down a pad of paper, none other than Chris Love hops over the table filled with actual FIW stars. His eyes fill with fear as he accidently bumps into Kiyoshi Nakahata, but while Kiyoshi is surely unhappy about being knocked into, Chris is probably not even worth his effort. Backing away slowly, Chris eyes Kiyoshi for a bit to make sure that the hometown boy isn’t going to snap his neck on a whim after all. When Chris is sure that Kiyoshi isn’t concerned about killing the younger Love brother, Chris approaches the podium. Chris: Have no fear my friends, Chris Love is finally back in the FIW circle! A very loud and letdown groan emits from the room. A few mumbles are heard as several reporters either sit back down or leave the room altogether. One reporter can even be heard saying “If anyone can make me miss Brianna, it’s this clown” and yet another responds “Just when I think it can’t get any worse”. The mumbling and ignoring of Chris continues until he finally taps the mic to draw their attention. Chris: Now just so you know, unlike last year I am actually not here to speak about myself, you know despite the fact I have been training hard in Mexico and becoming quite a skilled star now. No, I come here as an official representative of my brother Drake. Reporter #4: Wait, what? Drake Love’s people sent out a memo to the entire press staff informing us that Drake wasn’t going to be here nor would he have anyone to speak on his behalf. Chris: Who are you going to believe? A bunch of suits or Drake’s own brother? Reporter #2: I tell you this mate, I would be believe a homeless drunk high on crack over Chris Love. Reporter #3: Chi l'inferno è questo scatto? Reporter #3’s Translator: He says, who the hell are you? Chris: Are you kidding me? I am Chris Love, former Cruiserweight Champion contender… Chris is interrupted by a new reporter entering the room. Despite clearly being of Japanese descent, his English is remarkably clear and crisp. Reporter #5: Just because April Lynn punted you around a bit, doesn’t mean you were ever a contender. Chris: Look do you have any questions about Drake’s match or are you all just going to insult me? Reporter #1: Insulting you puny man is of no amusement, it is as fun as the taking of candy from the baby. You answer question now, why does Drake no fear the Madrox? Sean defeated Drake before, and may defeat him again. Why no fear? Chris: Just between you and me, my dear older brother has probably taken too many chair shots to the head. I agree with you that he should at least be concerned that Sean might win the UIC from him but you know Drake, all balls and no brains. He has this personal issue with Madrox from way back from who gives a crap that he won’t let go. All that bitterness with the FSC started with Sean I think and Drake has it in his head that this is going to help finally put that issue to rest. Reporter #5: Huh, what do you know? That was a semi-intelligent response. Maybe I will ask a question. My question is regarding the Nensai Senjou event itself for Drake. In 2007, Drake debuted at this event with a win over Dragon, no big deal in the win itself but it did mark the very first Drake match in FIW history. A year later at the 2008 event, Drake then won his first championship in that crazy Open Challenge Ladder Match that stole the show. Now here in 2009, Drake will defend his Undisputed International Championship belt against a long time rival. What significance does that hold for Drake? Chris: Actually, it’s funny you should mention that. Drake has some sort of weird sentimental attachment to Nensai Senjou. It’s not just an anniversary show for FIW, it is for him as well. I guess it means a lot or whatever. Next? Reporter #3: Quando Drake incasserà dentro la sua destra affrontare il campione doppio della parte superiore? Reporter #3’s Translator: He says, when will Drake cash in his right to face the Dual Crown Champion? Chris: I honestly have no idea. He was rambling on during the holidays about destiny and such. Something about his first challenge for the belt needs to be a grand event or whatever. I dunno, if I had the chance to fight for the Dual Crown Championship, I would cash in that bad boy as soon as I could but he doesn’t want to. Reporter #4: Yes but you can’t even get an FIW contract let alone a title shot. Chris: Well maybe I will show up to the open challenge ladder match for the Flycore Championship. My brother won it last year and it revived his career, maybe another Love needs to win it. Reporter #4: Nobody denies that last year it was the show stealing match of the night and with the talent already booked for it, it may be again. However Chris, you have the draw of a dead cat. Moving on to actual questions, why does Drake hate SS&S and more specifically Sean so much? Chris: Sean is an easy answer, long standing feud and what not, years of hatred, blah blah blah. Drake has always hated that guy. The rest of SS&S? Maybe cause they didn’t come knocking on his door, who knows? Reporter #2: I actually have a question for you Chris. Chris: Really? For me? Is it about the extensive training I have gone through? The torturous regiment I endured to become a credible threat? Or the new skill set I have and am ready to unleash on the FIW roster? Reporter #2: Nope. I was wondering what you are going to do about those two men standing right behind you. Chris: The wha…? Turning around to find out what the British reporter is talking about, Chris finds two very bulky security guards waiting for him. Each take an arm and begin to drag Chris Love away from the podium kicking and fighting the whole way out. Laughter and smiles fill the room at the sight of Chris being violently thrown out but when the commotion finally dies out, the podium is left open for… |
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| Liam | Feb 6 2009, 05:35 PM Post #11 |
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Liam leans forward into a microphone place in front of him. He seems a little angry, depressed and bored. Clearly this press conference is the last thing on his mind and has come at the worst possible time. Liam: This Sunday will mark a number of things for FIW. It is FIW’s sixth birthday which is something to be very proud of in this day and age of wrestling. Companies often come and go, I should know I’ve ran one and been in a few that have collapsed within a year. To reach six is an achievement, and something the current and past managements should be very proud of. He clears his throat, his tone is not excitable or happy it is deadly serious. There is somewhat of a disconnection between Liam and the reporters – he does not address them directly, nor look directly at them, but gazes towards the back of the room fixed. Liam: There has been something that I’ve been grappling with for a while now, and I don’t mean other wrestlers, that I have finally managed to reach a conclusion on. During this long and arduous battle with Jim O’Brien I have become rather stressed, and I’ve been hurting more and more. So, after discussing with my wife and with the management here at FIW I’ve decided that my match this Sunday will be my last match in FIW for at least a little while. There is a little gasp from the reporters and Liam’s colleagues. It doesn’t seem like Liam consulted anyone before making this decision. After frantically scribbling and taking photos, several reporters raise theirs hands. Liam’s eyes roll. Liam: Please hold your questions for the moment. I’ve thought long and hard and the decision has been far from easy but this seems the right decision for me to make right now. This also is not a permanent retirement by any means, more of a sabbatical to rest and to heal, to spend more time with my family. Before signing with FIW they had become quite used to my presence and I do miss spending time with them, and my wife and in England generally. It may be colder, but it is my home. Still, this Sunday, I fight Jim O’Brien. Just because I plan on leaving does not mean that I will not bring everything I have into that ring. In fact, I’ll bring more than I’ve ever done in FIW because I know that I’ve got plenty of time to recover afterwards. I don’t have to worry about being able to wrestle the week after. I’ve waited for too long to get my hands on Jim to let an opportunity like this to slip through my fingers. Of all the stipulations possible for this match I am very pleased that our match will be a dog collar match. Many times has Jim been able to escape my revenge and now finally there is no running…no escape. Liam glances down the table towards Jim who is purposefully looking forwards. Liam smiles a little, and shakes his head in disbelief. Liam: Unlike my competitor, I am no stranger to dog collar matches – I’m not a stranger to many stipulations – but the dog collar match is a very interesting twist. It becomes, in its own right, a weapon as does the self. It is a weapon for the most intelligent of our profession, those who think about what they’re doing, why they’re doing it and what the effects will be. If in the match I chuck Jim out of the ring, chances are he’s going to be able to pull me out of the ring very easily. Things like leverage, positioning, et cetera, become very important in matches such as these. I suggest that Jim does a little bit of research into this match because it’s unlike any other match. Being chained to your competitor when all you want to do is escape is one of the most mentally devastating things that can happen in the ring. All semblances of respect will be left at the doors to the arena. I’m going in that ring to tear the very heart and soul out of Jim O’Brien just like he has done to me. Revenge may be a base human desire, but I’ve got no problems being called ‘base’, in fact I somewhat enjoy the label, it is somewhat of a relief. I will not be bound by what is right and wrong in the eyes of anyone, I shall only do what is just, what is deserved, what I feel is right. I will be a Jack Russell, vicious, tenacious, rabid, I will not stop until my task in complete – and that task is to ensure that I come out on top. I don’t have to win to come out on top, sure it helps, but if I can leave a lasting impression on Jim O’Brien then I’ll consider my work a success. Do we have any questions? Several reporters raise their arms, Liam chooses a English-looking gentlemen a few rows back. Reporter A: When you return to England will you be wrestling there? Liam: No, I will still be contracted to FIW. Liam chooses another reporter, further back. He is Japanese. Reporter B: How long will it be until you will return to FIW? Liam: Perhaps a few months. I envisage a full time return around September, however I can see myself making a few appearances before that time. It will be about two months or so before I consider wrestling in another match though. Another reporter is selected, an American woman. Reporter C: Is your wife forcing you to leave FIW, or is at a decision you came to by yourself? Liam: Charlotte did not force me, nor did she want me to take this sabbatical. That isn’t to say that she is unhappy with my decision but it is not something that has come from her. It was my idea, and we came to a joint decision. From there I discussed with the management my options and we have come to an agreement that suits everyone. Reporter D: By quitting what message do you think… Liam, annoyed, interrupts. Liam: Could questions please now focus on my match this week? Thank you. He chooses another reporter, another American. Reporter E: Do you feel your body can cope with the physical punishment you could potentially receive? I know you’ve been having problems with your shoulder again recently. Liam: My shoulder is fine, and I have no doubt that I will be able to withstand anything Jim sees fit to through my way. Anything that he gives me, I’ll give back and twice as hard. He may have a size advantage but I have no doubt that I have the intelligence, experience and skill advantage. Reporter E: So do you guarantee a victory? Liam: I never guarantee anything. One more question. Taking a little more time to choose, Liam selects a Japanese journalist on the front row. Reporter F: What do you think of the Japanese fans, and how is wrestling in front of them different to fans elsewhere? Liam smiles, pleased with the question he chose to finish off his part of the conference. Liam: I find the Japanese audiences much more receptive to intelligent wrestling. It is not all about brute force, cleverness gets over big as well. Being that I’m not the biggest or strongest wrestler on the roster that works very much to my advantage. Thank you. 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Now that she's dug her fingernails out from the table in front of her, after restraining herself during the entire of Brianna's interview by clawing the hell out of it, it's now Jenny's turn. Unfortunately, she wasn't with Brianna long enough to get a suit, so she's left with a slightly different from usual, white vest, and hair brushed as neatly as ever it was. It's as close as we've ever seen her to looking respectable.* She steps up to the podium, and it seems that there isn't quite such a rush to ask her anything. The sharpest one off the bat is a young Japanese man, who doesn't address her particularly formally, nor even in her own language. Reporter: [So, Godzilla; do you think your Radioactive Breath will be enough to defeat Brianna?] A snicker goes around the assembled press-corps that understand him. Jenny doesn't know exactly what he said, but she gets that a joke has been made at her expense. Surprisingly, she keeps [relatively] calm. Jenny: Ya wanna say dat in English? The reporter withers under the harsh glare of her lone eye, and declines the offer, choosing insead to melt into his seat; and at least one other person with a Kaiju related question makes a point of not raising their hand for the next question. In the end, it comes from an American. Reporter: Actually, Brianna herself had a rare display of insight earlier, asking; hold on while I just check my notes, "what has Jenny been forced to give up in pursuit of this championship?" Jenny: An' which championship is dat? Still gritting her teeth, Jenny dares the reporter to give her the obvious answer. Wisely, he doesn't, so she can continue herself. Jenny: Ah'd love ta stand here an' give y'all some noble soundin' bullshit 'bout what an honour fightin' at de Tokyo Dome is, an' how Ah wanna bring prestige an' shit back ta de belt, but it's not, an' Ah don't. Wow, one sentence answers; who prepared her for this interview, Kiyoshi? Reporter: So what is it about? Jenny: Ah been de what's it called, active roster for a few months now, an' everywhere Ah go, Ah people like dat dickhead over dere makin' snide remarks behind mah back. Hell, in his case, right in front'a me. Dunno if y'all heard, but Ah don' like dat kinda shit... This sounds like she's going off on a tangent, so the reporter clears his throat in an effort to get her back on track. Jenny: An' since den, Ah been... Well, for de lack of a better word, Ah been whorin' mahself for no real gain on Miss Oh-So-Pretty's behalf for a while. Ah tell ya, shit like dat ain't so good for ya self esteem either. But ya know, it's for a good cause, right? She doesn't sound like she believes that anymore, and the person questioning her doesn't seem to think that either, although he doesn't quite know what to say. Jenny: Well, it don't matter now, does it? Ah might have "de pursuit of a long lost love," but shit like dat don' keep me warm at night. From here, Ah two real options. First, Ah can be all doe-ahhed an' pitiful, an' maybe hope for a bit'a sympathy... There's at least one person in the room who's not buying that, and Jenny quite accurately reads that from the response she gets. Jenny: Nah, Ah didn't think so either. Dat leaves me wi' door number two: Kick de shit outta Brianna. The blunt statement of brutality is enough to stop the response dead. Jenny: She ain't special. She just de first one with a shiny ol' belt ta think she can get one up on me. Ah'd call it simple pride on mah part, but dat sounds... Ah dunno, noble? Like somehow Ah'm jus' dressin' it up in de same way dat bitch is. It ain't like dat. Reporter: And uh, if you do win, and get the belt? This takes some thought on Jenny's part. Jenny: Ah don't think dat's gon' keep me warm either, but it can't do a worse job'n de ghost'a Billy's doin'. It ain't gonna make mah life any easier, or any better. Ah can't see any purpose it'll give me. Ah don't even know if beatin' Brianna bloody's gonna make me feel any better; but for me, de alternative's much worse. Reporter: Which is...? Jenny: Lettin' dat prissy prima-donna bitch, an' all de others out dere thinkin' dey got one over on me, or dat dey're somehow better or whatever know: dey'd be better off shuttin' dey're fuckin' mouths... And with a final glare to the one at the beginning who tried to crack a joke - who by now is six inches tall - she stalks off out of the room. [size0]* Well, there were the pretty dresses she used to wear to church on a sunday, but that was a long, long time ago, and that's not been seen on FIW programming. |
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| Crimson Shards | Feb 7 2009, 04:46 AM Post #13 |
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When everyone is patiently awaiting the next person to stand up and speak, they get an unpleasant surprise. There is an audio assault to their ear drums when a deafening screech is ripping through out the speaker system in the conference hall. Many of the reporters groan and cringe, and try their hardest to shield their ears from the attack on them as they search for the source. Soon all eyes are on a single steel spike that is being run across the table in front of one of the many personal small microphones set up. The man wielding the spike isn't that big of a secret, FIW's O.G. Ninja wraps his hand around the spike and leaves his seat. Casually he walks past many of the Smarty Smark & Smark Associates, including their manager, who glares at his direction. The Mask Hitman ignores the grumbling and glares he is receiving for his little stunt by the press & the roster alike while he is walking to the podium. It is there that the spike becomes visible in his hand again, when he idly starts tapping it against the podium. Kai Min-Lee: I'm not taking any questions from you bottom feeders, the only reason I'm here is because I'm forced to be. What I want out of the entire lot of you is to sit down and to shut up while I take my time to say my piece. If you are interested in what I am saying, you can write it down and take notes for your magazines and other medias you work for. If you aren't, sit there anyways and I'll make sure you walk out of here with your throat still attached to the rest of your body. There are a few photographers that are brave enough to take pictures of the ex-Second Generation Extreme Ninja & what he is wearing. Unlike so many others, he's dressed the part for the press conference as he is wearing a formal business suit. It is a pretty simple number overall, it is a black suit jacket and black suit slacks that are covering up the majority of his body for the event. There's also a touch of color with a light blue tie & the darker shade of blue button up shirt & the pair of razor framed blue sun glasses he's wearing. Kai Min-Lee: I've already spoken on one of my potential opponents at the anniversary battle but I feel I should devote some time towards the others. I thought about giving them each a piece of my time but then I noticed a trend between the two of them and thought it was better suited to be addressed at the same time. Because while the Dual Crown Champion is just that and I'm sure Prime's a big star in Norway or some place like that, I'm a busy man. I don't have all day sitting around and talking about two men I hate. Far more polite and reserved is the Mask Hitman's tone when he continues on with whatever he's doing at the podium. Many of the reporters are out with their pads and pens, writing his words down and others are recording it with tape recorders. There's a few of the security guards that are eyeing between Keenan and the man that is standing up at the podium & talking at the moment. Though FIW's Middle Man shows no signs of wanting them to interfere with whatever the ex-Second Generation Extreme Ninja's got to say. Kai Min-Lee: While none of us are the most likeable of people in this match, outside of maybe the new found love Graver is getting. I like to think that I'm some what better than the sniveling worms that are the other two men in this match. For I'm well aware of how people perceive me and I'm well aware of who I am, I don't kid myself with some grand delusions. I'm hated by most and that's okay, I don't like most people these days either, so it all works itself out. The Mask Hitman offers a shrug at the new found appreciation the fans have shown one of his potential opponents in recent months. Those icy blue eyes wander away from the press before him and towards the other two men at the conference table. They are hovering on the current Dual Crown Champion slightly longer than they do on the Evolution of Excellence at their respected seats. Eventually they shift away from the two and back towards the press that is quietly listening after being threatened to have their throats removed. Kai Min-Lee: Both men are horrible people really, one doesn't need to look far for proof for that on either Grant or Prime. Prime has ended the careers of his fellow wrestlers and he's sold his soul more than once to get what he wants out of his career. No matter how many times he's choked at the big dance, he's always managed to worm his way back towards earning another shot. He's brutalized and attacked respected members of the locker room for the benefit of some of his new found running buddies. There's no remorse in his actions and he even goes as so far as to proudly boast and brag about these underhanded feats. There's more than a few murmurs from roster members at the table, many eyes glancing in Prime's direction. FIW's Super Agent is quick to act like he's going to go up to the podium and stop the Mask Hitman though he's also quick to order PBM to hold him back. This act of trying to be a tough guy gets a few roll of the eyes from the press, especially when Smarty orders PBM to talk him down back into his seat. This entire little episode is ignored by FIW's O.G. Ninja and instead he clears his throat to draw everyone's attention back onto him. Kai Min-Lee: Grant isn't any better, the man's shown time and time again that friends are merely neat to have till you need to step on them. It hasn't mattered to him in the past whether you were a friend or an enemy, if you stood in his way of success, you got knocked down. Many of the men he's put on the shelf or ended the career of have been actually at one time allies in some form to him. The man is a snake in every sense of the word, willing to deceive and trick others to further gain what he wants in his career. The old saying that the ends justify the means isn't always true with him but he certainly seems to think it does. The awkward silence that fills the air when the reigning Dual Crown Champion is addressed is so thick that you could stab some one with it. Many of the reporters are glancing between the podium and where the Kansas City Killer is sitting to see if there's a reaction. Reed is also eyeing in the direction of the champion though with a hint of uneasiness in his body language when he is doing so. Eventually all eyes return to the Mask Hitman yet again when he is ready to continue on with his point. Kai Min-Lee: Yet both these men think that with a simple notion they can some how make all of these bad things wash away from them, love. They think that the embrace of a wife or a girlfriend will some how make everyone ignore all the wrongs they've committed in their time here. The ability to manipulate another into loving them proves that deep; down they are just misunderstood and really swell guys. Underneath it all they are really good men because sure, they rape and pillage the roster but hey, they treat their spouses to dinner at Red Lobster every week! I've heard those cheesy biscuits are so good they are nearly heavenly! Scoffing at the thought of it, FIW's O.G. Ninja is rolling his eyes at the thought of the two men's redemption. He is bordering on heavy sarcasm when he continues to speak about the two men's romantic lives in front of everyone. The ex-Second Generation Extreme Ninja nods his head and throws a thumbs up Grant's way when he says how swell Grant & Prime really are. Not to make him feel left out, Kai offers Prime a wink when he reveals that the cheesy biscuits are to die for at Red Lobster. Kai Min-Lee: The truth of the matter is that being nice to one person, even if they are female doesn't redeem you in any sense of the word. You can still be a horrible human being and treat a single living being decent, if anything, it makes you worse of a person. Because you show that either you are going through the motions of being nice without understanding it or are selective with whom you are nice to. Either option paints you as lower than most of the trash that makes up the human race and not worth the time & energy put into you by this company. I personally hope it is you two I have to face on my way to my destiny as I will show you the cold, hard reality of life... Still a bit smug in his mocking of the two potential opponents, the Mask Hitman is care free with his words towards them. There are a few murmurs from the Japanese parts of the press in attendance at how disrespectful he is being towards them. Also FIW's Super Agent is once again acting like he's going to get up to stop him but ordering PBM to hold him back from actually getting up. Many of the people in the room wait patiently when he trails off, wondering if he's done or if there's any more he's got to say to the two men. Kai Min-Lee: Love doesn't save, nothing saves. FIW's O.G. Ninja leans in deep on the microphone and his voice is little more than a growl when he lets the words out. More than a few of the press have goose bumps and shivers running their spines as they are scribbling down his closing words. The ex-Second Generation Extreme Ninja walks past the people he passed initially and once more finds his seat, planting his steel spike into the table. Kai casually sits back down and allows the press conference to resume as it was before his little speech. |
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