Post by andy on Jan 28, 2008 3:53:15 GMT -5
Backstage, cameras catch up to Andrew Rose, clutching the back of his head as he walks down the hallways following his match. An interviewer is seen running up to him...
"Mr. Rose! Tell me, what happened out there? I thought you were going to set an example..."
Andrew stopped dead in his tracks, the "ooooooOOOOHHHhh..." already being heard from the crowd in the arena watching this unfold on the big screen. He looks up at the light in front of him, pursing his lips as he mulled over the words said to him by the interviewer, who was at his side right now. Looking down at the ground, he momentarily puts his hand on his hip, looking back at the announcer, then...
KICKING HIM STRAIGHT IN THE FACE.
Andrew's vicious roundhouse knocks the interviewer silly, watching him tumble to the ground. His wild stare meets the camera, glaring at it while he reaches for the microphone.
"EXAMPLE?! You want to tell me what in the hell that CRAP out there was? I'll tell you what that was...
IT WAS BULLSHIT!
Here I am, I get in front of the camera and tell it like it fucking is to each and every one of these self proclaimed "Super stars" this company has hired... TO HAVE THEM GANG UP ON ME!
I mean, seriously. that Zero Signal guy is one prime example of that crap. Dude doesn't make his show, tries to come out with a one liner of a match challenge, and then answers this one with barely anything at all, and he gets the fucking win? God I hope this company ain't paying him dick because that's all about what he's worth, that ridiculous son of a bitch!
Oh, and Miss Banks... I hope you've been thinking it over long and hard about utilizing me in that House Show. You want to see what I can freaking do? Book me. Flat out, book me. I'll give you the 100% reason why you should pay attention, so help me God! It's like you're running a freakin' day care here and your the faulty sitter that's out in the other room talking to her boyfriend all damn day while the morons are loose inside and MARRING your product! People in championship matches you have to make get on camera, people in matches they hardly put in an effort to challenge for... and people like me that get SCREWED because of it.
Real short and simple, Banks. I don't care if you throw that Russian beast you call a body guard out in the ring. I want a
one
on
one
match for the house show. SOMEONE has to open your eyes to what makes a true superstar in this company, and it's going to be me. Your future."
Andrew chucks the microphone at the camera, splitting the lens before spitting at it, and walking away back to his locker room. He hadn't seen Kelly in weeks, and was aiming to grab her and get the hell out of the arena to clear his mind, and find out what is on hers.
"Mr. Rose! Tell me, what happened out there? I thought you were going to set an example..."
Andrew stopped dead in his tracks, the "ooooooOOOOHHHhh..." already being heard from the crowd in the arena watching this unfold on the big screen. He looks up at the light in front of him, pursing his lips as he mulled over the words said to him by the interviewer, who was at his side right now. Looking down at the ground, he momentarily puts his hand on his hip, looking back at the announcer, then...
KICKING HIM STRAIGHT IN THE FACE.
Andrew's vicious roundhouse knocks the interviewer silly, watching him tumble to the ground. His wild stare meets the camera, glaring at it while he reaches for the microphone.
"EXAMPLE?! You want to tell me what in the hell that CRAP out there was? I'll tell you what that was...
IT WAS BULLSHIT!
Here I am, I get in front of the camera and tell it like it fucking is to each and every one of these self proclaimed "Super stars" this company has hired... TO HAVE THEM GANG UP ON ME!
I mean, seriously. that Zero Signal guy is one prime example of that crap. Dude doesn't make his show, tries to come out with a one liner of a match challenge, and then answers this one with barely anything at all, and he gets the fucking win? God I hope this company ain't paying him dick because that's all about what he's worth, that ridiculous son of a bitch!
Oh, and Miss Banks... I hope you've been thinking it over long and hard about utilizing me in that House Show. You want to see what I can freaking do? Book me. Flat out, book me. I'll give you the 100% reason why you should pay attention, so help me God! It's like you're running a freakin' day care here and your the faulty sitter that's out in the other room talking to her boyfriend all damn day while the morons are loose inside and MARRING your product! People in championship matches you have to make get on camera, people in matches they hardly put in an effort to challenge for... and people like me that get SCREWED because of it.
Real short and simple, Banks. I don't care if you throw that Russian beast you call a body guard out in the ring. I want a
one
on
one
match for the house show. SOMEONE has to open your eyes to what makes a true superstar in this company, and it's going to be me. Your future."
Andrew chucks the microphone at the camera, splitting the lens before spitting at it, and walking away back to his locker room. He hadn't seen Kelly in weeks, and was aiming to grab her and get the hell out of the arena to clear his mind, and find out what is on hers.
