Post by Jon Pryor on Apr 22, 2009 20:11:27 GMT -5
Backstage.
The camera fades into Jon Pryor sitting on the bench, working on taping his wrists up. His knuckles are tightly wound, the tape thickened over each of them, just as he liked it. For more solidity to each punch he threw. Yanking the roll of tape, he yanks away the ribbon, tightening the rest of it down. Loudly, his fist echoes off of his opened palm with a delightful smack. It was time.
A lumbering shadow overcame him. "I want you to stay back here."
Puzzled, the giant known as Heretic cocked his head, silently thinking that it was a good thing he hadn't started to apply his ring attire just yet. "You hadn't said anything about me going down there."
"Shouldn't have to. You'll be getting your times in the spotlight, don't worry. I'm not losing this thing tonight. And you know that once I rub in Jack Shit's World Title curse to the rest of the world, that ought to open the floodgates for the rest of the roster to try to shut me up, right?"
"Under normal circumstances..."
"If they don't, then someone really needs to discover the cure for stupidity. Face it... I've had this belt for three months now... and only two have stepped forward. Same old tired main events... always." Jon reached over, picking up his belt. He looked at its faceplate before continuing. "There's only one reason for me to be in this business. To prove that I'm the very best. And I'm not going to let some kind of fluke pushover knock me off of my post. Nor am I going to let some kind of catch-phrase toting tag team wrestler get another win over me."
"I take it you saw his little video, huh?"
"Of course, filled with all of the lies as always. I especially like the steroid shot... Hell, you wouldn't have even gotten in the door if that were the case. Lies about substances, lies about what I do or don't know... lies that he's going to walk out tonight with the belt. It's not going to be. I've told these people, and you, the truth for far too long, and that is that Jack Jyndal is nothing but an overglorified tag star. Not a singles competitor. It takes stipulations to beat me... it takes his tag team to beat me. While I team up with an opponent, even. He fails to realize that straight up wrestling is my game and my game alone... he plays it? He's losing. Plain and simple. Come on, and grab those blockers. It's time to warm up."
Heretic nods as Jon overflows with confidence. The camera shot on them fades as Jon throws his first kick into the pads.
The camera fades into Jon Pryor sitting on the bench, working on taping his wrists up. His knuckles are tightly wound, the tape thickened over each of them, just as he liked it. For more solidity to each punch he threw. Yanking the roll of tape, he yanks away the ribbon, tightening the rest of it down. Loudly, his fist echoes off of his opened palm with a delightful smack. It was time.
A lumbering shadow overcame him. "I want you to stay back here."
Puzzled, the giant known as Heretic cocked his head, silently thinking that it was a good thing he hadn't started to apply his ring attire just yet. "You hadn't said anything about me going down there."
"Shouldn't have to. You'll be getting your times in the spotlight, don't worry. I'm not losing this thing tonight. And you know that once I rub in Jack Shit's World Title curse to the rest of the world, that ought to open the floodgates for the rest of the roster to try to shut me up, right?"
"Under normal circumstances..."
"If they don't, then someone really needs to discover the cure for stupidity. Face it... I've had this belt for three months now... and only two have stepped forward. Same old tired main events... always." Jon reached over, picking up his belt. He looked at its faceplate before continuing. "There's only one reason for me to be in this business. To prove that I'm the very best. And I'm not going to let some kind of fluke pushover knock me off of my post. Nor am I going to let some kind of catch-phrase toting tag team wrestler get another win over me."
"I take it you saw his little video, huh?"
"Of course, filled with all of the lies as always. I especially like the steroid shot... Hell, you wouldn't have even gotten in the door if that were the case. Lies about substances, lies about what I do or don't know... lies that he's going to walk out tonight with the belt. It's not going to be. I've told these people, and you, the truth for far too long, and that is that Jack Jyndal is nothing but an overglorified tag star. Not a singles competitor. It takes stipulations to beat me... it takes his tag team to beat me. While I team up with an opponent, even. He fails to realize that straight up wrestling is my game and my game alone... he plays it? He's losing. Plain and simple. Come on, and grab those blockers. It's time to warm up."
Heretic nods as Jon overflows with confidence. The camera shot on them fades as Jon throws his first kick into the pads.