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Table for Two; Prime
Topic Started: Mar 17 2009, 03:24 PM (51 Views)
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Prime: You need to learn a thing or two about making outragious promises, Jack.

Prime says while safely seated within the confines of his locker room. Finally, the champ has a space to call his own. A solitude from the screaming and finger pointing masses who would judge him so harshly... not like he doesn't deserve it, but still. He's not but a man.

Prime: What happened to knocking me out?

Prime asks with a smirk, while subscribing to that old stand-by... tainting a rivals big win. Stealing his moment in the sun. What a jackass...

Prime: Now I can understand you getting all goosed up and feeling the moment, what with you being a desperate man in a desperate situation and all, but please... Jack... don't embarass you and I by spewing out such lofty promises. Alone, the sheer mechanics of things don't favor you or your hasty promise. I mean, I'm six-foot-six... you're five-foot-nine. You've got to punch up, and even if your fists have got some snap to them, punching up is going to take a little something off. And if my skull is as thick as you like to tell me it is, then there's no way a super-heavyweight is going to go down because of a cruiserweights ittsy-bittsy jabs. That's just not the way it works.

Prime shakes his head as if he were breaking some bad news.

Prime: So what's a guy to do when he's you, Jack? I'd say hide the negatives, of which you do have you fair share, and accentuate the positives... but what have you got that really works in your favor?

At a loss for an answer to his own question, Prime holds and exaggerates a shrug.

Prime: Do you hold any major victories over me? Hmmm... nope. And don't bother telling me you've beaten guys who've beaten me, because that's just some dumbass game of six degrees. It's like saying I could be the president because I know a guy who knows Obama. It's ridiculous. The fact of the matter is you could beat everyone on the roster and it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference because what it boils right down to, Jack, is I am the man you have to beat in order to become the Dual Crown champion. And up until this point, you've yet to do that in any way, shape, or form.

Prime dots his chest while announcing himself the man, and then hammers that pointed finger dowanward to punctuate his words.

Prime: And if you figure a tag team pinfall is anything special, you're figuring wrong. You pinned Jim, Jack, not me. And speaking of that match, did you notice that even though you unloaded on me with fantastic offense, all it took was one oafish bit of power to throw you off? There you were, flying at me from all directions, like some kind of damn Canadian flying squirrel, and there I was, like a big ol' grizzley bear, and all it took was a well timed swat to put you down.

Prime grins. He's most satisfied with himself.

Prime: You mght get your rocks off calling me a big dumb caveman, but what's really funny is the fact that all of that seems to trump everything you've got. In a nut shell, what do you make of a man who gets his ass handed to him by a dumbass 'roid-rager like me?

Of course that last bit was offered in all sarcasm. Don't do drugs kids!

Prime: The bottom line, Jack, is if you have dreams of walking out of Anarchy in the UK with the Dual Crown championship, you'd better come with something new, because these tired tactics of yours always seem to come up short. For all your talk, for all your jokes, and for all your effort out there in the ring... you're still a loser. And so long as you keep traveling that well worn road against me, that's the way it's always going to be.

Having gotten up close and personal to deliver his final message, Prime backs off and draws a heavy breath before airing it with a sigh.

Prime: Next on the chopping block... Onikage.

Primes eyes narrow into a glare and his lips curl into a sneer.

Prime: Do you think showing up the week before Anarchy impresses me? Do you think seeing you on your feet after what I did to you intimidates me? It's rather quite the opposite... if you think you're in my head, you're dead wrong, because the only thing floating around in my mind is a fantasy concerning a second chance.

A fantasy that draws a grin from the champ.

Prime: You made one hell of a poor choice when you turned down the SS&S associates most generous offer. And you may as well have sold you soul to the Devil the moment you laid hands on me and the boys, because you're damned for all time, Onikage. You coming back doesn't shake the SS&S associates to the core. It just means the bell's about to chime for round two!

Prime pokes two fingers in the air and grins again with wicked thoughts o' peanty concerning such a scenario.

Prime: This little game you play here in FIW... the man with the mystery agenda... if may have worked for you in the past... you may have gotten a measure of revenge on your former Reject cohorts, but when it comes to me... I don't play those games. I'm not going to humor your dribble about fate and vengeance. None of it, because unlike all those men you've taken down before, I'm not afraid of you, Onikage. Case in point, I exposed you as the fragile and vulnerable man that you are when I dumped you out of the ring all those weeks ago. That's not fear. That's confidence.

Prime points at the camera. The champ then palms his chin and runs his hand all around his jaw while humming with a humored thought. Dropping his hand back down to his lap, Prime cops something of an amused smirk while looking to the camera again and giving a sharp tilt of the head.

Prime: As far as the buzz is concerned, folks are predicting that Anarchy is going to be a mugging for yours truly, and a rightly deserved mugging. Folks are saying it's going to be a two on one massacre that'll see me get mine. Namely, dropped through a table which would be a means to take me out of the title equation. If you ask me, that's kid of ironic seeing as how those are my plans as well. I guess what separates me from both Onikage and Jacko is we know what happens when I drop a man through a table.

Confidence oozes from Prime as he grins on.

Prime: The bottom line is I'm going to do what I can to send both of your asses to the hospital come Anachy, simply because I like doing it. And with this being the flagship pay-per-view event of the FIW calendar year, there's no bigger platform for me to set my championship precident.

Prime's feeling hs own arrogant swill as his chest puffs and his chin rises.

Prime: I am the strongest man FIW has ever known. I will be the most dominant champion FIW has ever seen. And when all is said and done after Anarchy in the UK, the world along with FIW will have no choice but to acknowledge all that.

Prime hoists the Dual Crown championship belts, arranges them on his shoulders, and casts confident eyes into the camera. He's all a gleam with all that chrome flanking him, but what shines most is the arrogant smile that stretches from one side of his face to the other.

Prime: I am the man.
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