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| Friendly Competition; <Freakshow & Solie> | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 7 2017, 07:38 PM (79 Views) | |
| Mjölnir | May 7 2017, 07:38 PM Post #1 |
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The scene opens on Freakshow backstage, he's walking down a corridor. The green haired dynamo seems pensive, hands in his blue jean pockets and head down. Suddenly he stops and the camera pans over to see why, because somebody's set up an interview station he's almost walked into! Looking like something out of Georgia Championship Wrestling with the podium and backdrop with FIW's logo built into it, it looks grossly out of place in the hallway. "Hello ladies and gentlemen watching at home." "I'm Joseph Solie." Adjusting his glasses, he shows off several gold rings on his right hand. "And, at this time we have scheduled on this broadcast a little one on one time with the former FIW Rising Tri-Coastal Champion, Freakshow! Let's hear what the man has to say! Mr. Freakshow!" "The hell?" Freakshow seems a mite confused. His hands are out of his pockets and on his hips, an eyebrow raised quizzically at..well, whatever is happening. "Okay, I'll bite, whaddya want?" It's clear the Scion of Sin would rather not, but he's intrigued and knows he should, so there's that. "Folks, do not adjust your television sets at home, you are indeed seeing this correctly." "Six feet, three inches that has been crafted into a mountain of muscle weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds! Hours of discipline in the gym and a strict diet can only produce these kind of results! He's a hoss!" Gesturing some more at Freakshow, "Courageous and outrageous performance out there tonight, Mr. Freakshow! You dazzled the crowd when you pinned that dashing and talented Joe Stanton to the mat in the trios match! Speaking of, Mr. Stanton has arranged a thank you gift for you for the good fight." Bringing a twelve pack of some expensive looking brews out from under the podium, he presents them to Freakshow. Raising a finger, he gets a big smile on his face. "That's not all! A regular ironman, you competed in the main event too! The violence was heart pounding! The action was exhilarating! And, what are your thoughts as you leave this rather successful night behind you?!" The old timey microphone that looks more like a flashlight than a microphone is put in Freakshow's face, Freakshow has shrugged his shoulders and accepted the beers, because hey, who turns down a good brew? He's nodding along to the compliments, because hey, who doesn't like being complimented, and he's ready to share his thoughts, because hey,...you get the picture. "Well, Mr. Solie, I'd say I was comin' out of this past ReVolt in a pretty position. See, while I didn't win that Fighting Spirit match, I did manage to pin the fella who did win it earlier on in the night." He glances down at the totally completely never before been seen man who is interviewing him, seemingly looking for some kind of reaction. "I mean, in the spirit of friendly rivalry, I'd say it'd be fair me gettin' a crack at that. After he makes sure to sanitize it from all the Eversol crusties it's probably covered with though." There's a very noticeable grimace on "Ah, yes, quite." Adjusting his glasses again, he lights up. "But now that would be something! Freakshow versus Joe Stanton for the FIW Fighting Spirit Championship could be a main event of any wrestling program anywhere in the world! A clash of the titans!" "It sure would..." "Hold on, hold on, Mr. Freakshow, I'm getting word from the promoters!" "Uh huh...uh huh...right, right...uh huh..." Turning to face the camera proper, he throws out his arm in excitement. "Well, can you believe it?! I've just gotten word that this coming week you'll be in action again, Mr. Freakshow! Against the brutal and devastating Erik Holland!" Moving the microphone back in front of Freakshow, "What could possibly be going through your head?! My word! What a match up!" "Well, he's no Joseph Stanton, but on the lineup of former title holders in this company, he's not the least threatening, y'know," Freakshow begins with...faint praise? "But he's been throwing himself at The Crew for a hot minute now, and all that seems to've done is get him bruised, battered, and sweaty. Sweatier than he started, mind ya." Freakshow's warming up to the interview, as unorthodox and odd as it is, but there's definitely a tension in his body language that denotes he's ready for another shoe to drop. "Figure he'll put up a good match, but he ain't the game I'm huntin' for. Still, the fans deserve to see a fresh star put the boots to one of their old favorites, especially if he's got a little pluck in him still." "Lady luck could very well be in your corner. But your road to the championship may involve the man that ravishing Joe Stanton's facing this week, Rob Garcia! A man that has recently been a thorn in Joe's side! And, the man that took the Rising Tri-Coastal Championship from you!" "Now while the sexy, smart and strong Joe Stanton may punch Rob's teeth down his throat this coming week, what if you have to tangle with him? What will you do if you're put across the ring from the man that usurped you?!" "Now I can handle Rob Garcia. Him takin' the Rising Championship off of me was a fluke, and he wasn't alone. Kid ain't the brightest, and joining the Crew tends to give people a deficiency in winnin' a real fight without outside interference or backup. If the lot of them decide to jump me, well...I'll give them a reason not to do it again. If I end up one on one, I'll knock any teeth out that Joe Stanton misses." "Well then, I suppose then the sexy Scarlet Speedster will have to make him see stars! Thank you for your time, Mr. Freakshow." Dramatically "Back to you, Tony and Dust!" After a few moments, Freakshow's eyes flicker to our esteemed Mr. Solie. [size0]"So is there like a queue to break or something..?" he whispers out of the side of his mouth, still looking straight ahead and smiling at the camera. Unrelenting. Never blinking. Just. Staring. Straight. Ahead. Fade. |
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