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| Digitalwheelin | Apr 18 2017, 03:49 AM Post #1 |
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Fade In: The hulking frame of the man known as the Diamond Standard, Nathaniel Alexander fills the screen as he looks down with a smirk on his face, glancing back and forth from one side to the other. The camera pans back a bit revealing exactly what he’s looking at. In one hand, he’s got a box of Cuban cigars and in the other, a bottle of 100-year Johnnie Walker: Blue Label whiskey. He scoffs and shakes his head, the smirk still plastered on his face. He sets the bottle of whiskey down and picks up the gift receipt.
Nathaniel scoffs again and sets the gift receipt down and lifts the bottle back up, seemingly inspecting it and once again shaking his head. He sets the box of cigars down and starts for the bar behind him, but a knock at the door to his suite commands his attention. He sets the bottle of whiskey down on the bar and goes to open the door. “Heh-hey! Mr. Bostock, my favorite FIW interviewer! How the hell are you?!” Despite the cheery greeting from the Diamond Standard, Toby looks less than amused to be there, a slight scowl on his face and an apparent offended look in his eyes. What’s with him?! Could have something to do with the comment Alexander made on Twitter about the interview staff having been hired from TMZ. Apparently, most credible journalists don’t take too kindly to being labeled as and connected to tabloid news programs like theirs. Who knew? Nathaniel pats Toby on the shoulder as Toby walks into the suite and nearly stumbles over from the force of Nathaniel's hand slapping him across the back. Nathaniel rushes over to the whiskey and the box of cigars and motions toward them as if offering them up to Toby. “Care for a drink? Maybe a smoke? Have at it, bud!” Toby glances down at the whiskey and cigars and shakes his head, waving off Nathaniel’s offer, the offended look still on his face. “Mr. Alexander, you requested this interview time with me. So, I guess my first question is, why?” Because it's all about him? Oh, wait, never mind. Wrong interview.[/HHH reference] Anyway, with that statement from Toby, Nathaniel shrugs and gives a sideways nod. “Straight to business then, eh? Alright then. I'll tell you why I requested this interview time. Trust, Toby. That's why.” Toby looks a bit perplexed, his brow furrowed. “T--trust? Uh...I--I don't follow." Yeah, I don't think anyone else does either, big guy. “Well, it's simple. Y'see, a couple of days ago, I gave Ms. Anna Bowie a few seconds of my time for a short interview where she asked my thoughts on the upcoming match with Keith Williams. And what did she do? She went right to my buddy, Stephen J. Eversol, and started kicking up dust and getting this idea in his head that I might not do my part in winning this match to earn him an FIW title shot!” Nathaniel rolls his eyes and scoffs, an annoyed shake of the head following. “But y’see, I trust you, Toby. I trust that you won't make such an egregious mistake as to purposely give misleading information and misconstrue my words...right, Toby?” The big man gives Toby a look that’s almost threatening, as if that question at the end wasn’t a question at all, but more of a demand. Without a word, Toby just nods his head, the previously offended look now replaced by one showing Nathaniel’s attempt at intimidation is working. “That’s what I thought. As I said, I knew I could trust you, Toby. I knew I could trust you to disseminate everything that’s said in this interview without twisting my words and making me out to seem like some asshole who’s going to screw over my friend. I know you’re better than that, bud.” If you were wondering whether or not Nathaniel’s attempts to butter up Toby Bostock are working, I can say without a doubt they are. That last statement from the Diamond Standard seems to perk FIW’s lead interviewer up significantly. “Well, on the subject of trust. I gather these are the gifts Stephen J. Eversol was ordering by phone the other day?” Nathaniel shrugs and nods his head. “It does seem that way.” “Well, if that is the case, I have to ask; does this have any bearing on your strategy going into this match at ReVolt Against the Champions against Keith Williams?” Nathaniel reaches for a cigar and lights it as Toby is speaking and then shakes his head upon hearing the question. “Fair question, but no, it doesn’t change a single thing. Y’see, unlike most people in this company would like to have everyone believe; present company excluded, of course…” Nathaniel motions toward Toby. “…unlike everybody else, I know the meaning of the word ‘loyalty.’ Hell, just ask Kim Coulter. Four years to the day next month working together and yet I’m still here.” What was that? Did you see that glance? The Diamond Standard glanced toward the camera, an eyebrow raised and…was that a questioning look he just gave? He did mention Kim Coulter, was that some sort of a message to her? Whatever it was, it fled from his face very quickly as he turns back toward Toby. “The day I agreed to be a member of the Coulter Crew; the day I signed that contract to be a member of this group, I had every intention of that decision being for life, and I still do to this day. Y’see, the Coulter Crew isn’t a group of people who came together because of the powers that be in the back. This isn’t just something we do for the cameras and the people watching. This shit we have is bigger than that. Yes, we came together in this business to make money and win titles, that’s what we’re about; business. But in the four years since Kim, Eversol and myself have been working together, in the time that we’ve been working with Darian Gray and Clay Krueger, we’ve formed a bond that transcends this business. And soon enough, Caleb Claudel and Rob Garcia will discover that for themselves…if they can hack it, that is.” Nathaniel takes a draw from his cigar and sets it down on a nearby ashtray. “So, to answer your question more directly, no, these gifts don’t change my strategy one bit. Because from the minute this match was put together, from the minute it was announced, my strategy only consisted of one thing; victory. Victory for myself to prove that the perception others may have of me after The Dream destroyed it is wrong, victory for my buddy, Stephen Eversol to get him a shot at the gold he greatly deserves, and at the end of it all, it’s a victory for the Coulter Crew. That is what this is all about." Toby nods his head. “Very well. What do you have to say regarding FIW Champion, Johnny Amazing’s claims that your friend, Stephen Eversol earned this match because he is, in his words, better than you are?” Nathaniel gives a derisive chuckle, shaking his head. “Y’know, it’s funny; in the weeks leading up to Rise of a Legend, what was it Johnny said? He said our Iron Man match would be the end of it all. He said he’d be rid of me and he’d be able to move on and give other more deserving people a shot at the title. And yet, in the weeks since Rise of a Legend, it seems his mind has been pretty focused on yours truly. He’s still focused on me, trying to get into my head, trying to psyche me out so that I slip against Keith Williams. Because at the end of the day, he’s scared. He calls himself a true champion, but he’s scared shitless. Because he knows that when I beat Keith Williams, my buddy gets a shot at his title, the Coulter Crew gets a shot at his title. And he also knows that I’m still looming over him. I may be at the back of the line now, but it won’t be long before I get my next shot. And at the end of the day, Johnny Amazing knows his title reign is on borrowed time.” Nathaniel leans back in his seat and takes another couple of draws from his cigar, blowing the smoke in the air, some of it hitting Toby square in the face. Toby coughs and waves away some of the smoke. “You mentioned The Dream earlier. Are you willing to give any more information as to your intentions against him?” Nathaniel shakes his head, blowing smoke in the air once again. “Right now, I’m focused on nobody but Keith Williams. He’s my target this week. The Dream will get his soon enough. Just watch, and wait.” “On the subject of Keith Williams, Stephen Eversol made a comment about how he has beaten Keith Williams twice now, once with you alongside in a tag team match. How does that play into your mind going against Keith this coming Friday?” Nathaniel shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, his eyebrow raising slightly. “Quite frankly, that just goes to prove this little foray returning to the business of professional wrestling is one Keith Williams may want to rethink. A couple weeks into his return and already down 0-3 against the Coulter Crew. Now, with that said, don’t get that shit twisted. Because by no means does that imply that I’m going to take it easy on him. By no means does that imply that I’ve taken this match against Keith Williams lightly. Someone once pointed out to me that I’ve done that with past opponents, and it cost me.” I wonder who that was? Oh, that’s right; that was Kim Coulter! And lo and behold, that’s exactly what happened to him at Rise of a Legend, too. I guess he’s learned his lesson? Anyway, Nathaniel now turns his attention to the camera and focuses in on it. “So, this Friday, Keith Williams, I’m holding nothing back. I’ve been holding nothing back in preparation for this match, and I’ll be holding nothing back when I step in that ring. And I hope you do the same. I want you to be at your very best. Plain and simple. I want you to be at the level you were at when you held those tag team titles back in the day. I want you at the level you were at when you held that Dual Crown Championship. Keith Williams, I want you to bring everything you’ve got. Because trust me when I say, if you bring anything less, you won’t be walking out of ReVolt Against the Champions with that victory…if you’re lucky enough to walk at all.” And with that, Nathaniel sits back in his seat and takes a couple of draws from his cigar, Toby looking a bit uncomfortable as he goes to stand and walk off the frame. :Fade Out |
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