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More Arrogance Abound; Prime
Topic Started: Feb 27 2009, 08:05 PM (49 Views)
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Toby Bostock pushes his way through the SS&S locker room door where, on the other side, Prime and Smarty Smark rise to meet him. Short and sweet.

Bostock: I just got the message on my cell... you called?

Smark steps forward, opting to field this particular question.

Smark: Indeed we did, Toby Bostock... so why don't you stand here, hold this mic for the champ, and listen to what he has to say.

Not as bossy as I'm sure Smark could have been,the Super Agent maneuvers Toby around a bit by the shoulders, eventually placing the journalist in between himself and Prime. Bostock, sending a slight gaze upward to the champions eyes, does ashe's told and holds the microphone just beneath Primes chin so that the champ might say his piece.

Prime: This'll just take a moment of your time, Toby... and then you can go back to whatever it was peons like you do in their off-time. Maybe download ring tones for your cell phone or shop online for manga-porn... whatever. I'm not here to judge... I'm just here to comment on a few... issues we'll call them.

Curious, Toby draws the microphone from Prime and uses it himself.

Bostock: Well I'm curious and a little suspicious at the same time, Champ... do these issues have names?

Of course he knows and we know where this is going to go, but feeding Prime questions is sort Toby's job on top of everything else a broadcast journalist does. Prime chuckles while shaking his head. Toby's such a funny little man.

Prime: I see there's no folling you with the obvious, Toby Bostock... indeed, my pain bares names, and at the top of the list at present is that trash talking sum bitch, El Lumberjacko. See, I don't understand what his deal is. He tells me I'm all fucked up in the head... living in some fantasy world and all that... but that's sorta the pot calling the kettle black, isn't it? I mean... I said it before. He came back all sprinkles and rainbows, claiming to steer his life according to some happy-go-lucky road map, but the minute something comes along and glooms up his sunny sky...

Prime snaps his fingers, of course signifying Jackos instant mental reaction.

Prime: Dude shifts into crazy and starts in with the same old shit that got his ass put on the shelf the first time around. Not for nothing, Toby, but between you, me, and Smark here, I think Jacko's bit of a glutton for punishment. I mean... what the fuck leg does the cat have to stand on? He's talking like he's the greatest threat the SS&S have posed against them, when I'd sooner worry about a mob of angry fans around my car before I entertain his shallow grievance!

As Prime finishes up with a shrug, Smark drags the microphone, via Tobys wrist, over to himself.

Smark: Let's not forget the fact that El Lumberjacko is a natural born loser when it comes to taking on the champ. December fourteenth, two-thousand-eight... Liam Mortell and El Lumberjacko fall victim to Associate members Sean Madrox and Prime. As I recall, you were pinned in that one. Further more, I seem to remember something happening to your back after all was said and done...

Prime and Smark share a laugh as Toby cringes. It wasn't a pretty sight at all!

Smark: Now flash forward to February second, two-thousand-nine... El Lumberjacko and Drake Love get absolutely squashed by Sean Madrox and Prime. Seems to be a common thread here, Jack... maybe you're too dim-witted to pick up on it, but the champ and I sure know what's up.

Prime yanks Tobys hand-held mircophone back beneath his chin as if Smark and Prime were of the same mind, finishing each others sentances and the like.

Prime: For all your talk, for all your attitude, and for all your threats, you're just a two-time loser. You see, Jack, you might shrug off the fact that is was just a tag team match, but the fact of the matter is if you could give a shit about an exhibition bout, then what the fuck business do you have laying claim to the Dual Crown championship? See... a real contender is someone who takes every match damn serious. A real contender gives it everything he's got, even though his name's not all over the marquee. So you can sling all the shit you want... make your jokes... hell, make fun of the way I talk even... the fact of the matter is that's all you've got. Those are the only stones you can cast, because the long and short of it, Jack is there are two things that seperates me from the pathetic likes of you...

Prime scoops the Dual crown titles up from the leather couch situated behind the trio and slings them over his shoulder. Admiring one and then the second, Prime sends his message with a simple smirk into the camera.

Prime: Now while you're standing here, Toby I wanted to address another issue... and issue named Onikage.

Bostock: Well as a matter of fact, Prime, I was hoping to get your comments on such a dastardly deed! Not for nothing, champ, but what on Earth were you thinking?

Prime, hardly phased by the interruption, grins with satisfaction.

Prime: I'll tell you exactly what I was thinking... comeuppance.

Bostock: Comeuppance?

Toby asks with a mixed tone of disgust and disbelief.

Prime: Comeuppance.

Prime plainly says in effort to assure Toby that it was indeed what he stated.

Prime: See, Onikage had the opportunity of opportunities, but instead he chose, like a damn fool, to turn it down. That's all well and good... it was stupid, but no harm no foul. If he had just said no and then took a walk, I'm sure he'd still be able to walk today. But the fact of the matter is he didn't. He figured trying to take on the SS&S world was a much sounder idea. Well, as it turns out, that was also a stupid move on his part. You don't put your hands on the SS&S. Further more, you don't disrespect the SS&S! So I did what any proud member of this association would have done, and I answered Onikages hostilities in kind. In lamens terms... I dumped his dumb ass through a table!

Bostock: And you don't think that was a little extreme, Prime?

Prime scoffs at the question.

Prime: To be honest, I figure his ass got off light! Putting Onikage through a table is a far cry from the worst thing the SS&S, and I for that matter, could have done to him. The sum bitch ought to thank his lucky star that he's still breathing!

Bostock: Well, suspicion has been aroused, Prime, and many consider this no more an act of mindless violence in effort to rid yourself of your Anarchy in the UK Dual Crown contender as opposed to what you so carelessly refer to as comeuppance.

Prime furrows his brow with annoyance.

Prime: You're starting to tread on some real sensative ground with your opiniosn, Toby. I'd watch that if I were you.

He warns the journalist with a wag of his finger.

Prime: But the simple fact of the matter is this is everything I talked about last time. I do something, and people scrutinize the shit out of it. Why? Because I'm the champ, and because people love digging up dirt on the champ. Here I am gracious enough to offer you my perspective on events gone by, and you're standing there blowing it off the minute it comes out of my mouth. I thought you were suppose to be objective, Toby! I thought you were suppose to represent an unbias point of view!

Prime shouts while poking Toby in the chest... which obviously hurts.

Prime: You, and people like you, aren't going to be happy until you've beaten me down with your accusations and all hat shit! Well you know something, Toby? You and all those nay-sayers out there got a bitter fucking dose of humility when I became the Dual Crown champion, didn't you? And now that I have six squeely little contender wanna-bes nipping at my heels, you're all just achine to see me lose it all, am I right? Well the fact of the matter is simply this... I am the Dual Crown champion for a damn good reason. Because I win. That's what I did and that's what I will continue to do. Last week it was Jacko and Drake who found that out, and this week it's going to be Nick Allen suffering the shattering blow of fact! Getting all pissed isn't what I wated. This was going to be a damn fine match as faras I was concerned, but since you've gone and pissed me off...

Prime just shakes his head before delivering his final words.

Prime: Nick Allen is going to get hurt. End of discussion.

And like his words were a cue, Smarty starts shoving Toby Bostock from the SS&S locker room, only to then slam the door in his face. Temper, temper, Prime!
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