Post by dynamocrunch1 on Dec 1, 2012 20:59:41 GMT -5
*Camera opens up as I'm pulling up to a red carpet way with a bunch of fans holding up signs and wearing "The PYRO!","DC IS THE MAN!",and "IT'S CRUNCH TIME" t-shirts. I take a few deep breaths as one of my bodyguards cautiously opens the door for me and next thing I know my ears are ringing with wild cheers from the fans. I wave to some of the fans while my body guards walk in sync with me to the building where I was apparantly invited to a press conference. It almost seems to be extremely late but it only seems to be about 8 o'clock at night. I finally make it inside leaving my bodyguards outside to block the door so no one can sneak in.*
"Man those fans are loud. I'm glad I was able to show my skill in the match against that jobber Reynolds. But I'm disappointed about that guy Jimmy Fatal saying I'm just a somebody who randomly hired for this because MPW needed something new."
*I adjust my tie so its set and that it isn't parted. I make my way to my dressing room as the building seems to be a maze of doors on each side. I'm able to settle down with some breath that I'm still trying to recover. About 20 minutes later there's a knock as I'm reading "Wrestling Monthly".*
"Come in."
*All of a sudden right before my eyes,a beautiful lady appears before me. She seems to be the cooridinator since she's holding a clipboard and a headset is equipped on her delicate head. I end up putting the magazine down,stand up and adjust my suit.*
"Well hello."
*The coordinator blushes as she begins to speak*
"Greetings Mr. Crunch. The press is waiting in the conference hall for you. I noticed that you're driver Austin is also with you."
"Well of course of he is. He's my closest friend outside the ring since he's the one always driving me to destination. Otherwise next thing I know I'd be alone in a big space on a tour bus. In my opinion,tour buses are just boring as hell. Thanks for the heads up by the way."
*I walk past the coordinator and give her the "call me" signal. She blushes as I continue to walk out. Just as I'm about to enter the conference hall,I'm stopped by a father and his son.*
"Are you "The Pyro" Dynamo Crunch?"
"Why yes I am."
"Well I'm part of the press and I was wondering if you could pose for a few photos with my son,Anthony."
"I guess a few pictures wouldn't hurt. I'll also give your son my most sold t-shirt,"It's Crunch Time!",and I'll even give you a CD that contains my theme music for ya."
"That would be great."
*I squat down and pick up little Anthony and lift him on my shoulder as I adjust him into sitting position and we do all sorts of poses and eventually the father finishes. I hand Anthony his t-shirt and CD. I ask for a high five and he gives me one and runs to catch up with his dad. I then enter the conference room where many other people of the press are waiting with their microphones ready and cameras set and notepads with pencils. I take a deep breath and take my seat next to Austin and begin to speak into the microphones in front and yet at the same time many pictures are already starting to be taken.*
"First I want to thank you all for coming to tonight's Press Conference for my upcoming match this Thursday against Jimmy Fatal. So I'll start taking questions until at least 8:45 tonight. So start firing away people."
*I recline back and the voices begin to click and look around and eventually one voice settles and in and the first question is asked.*
"DC,how do you feel about what Jimmy Fatal said about you during the pre-show of UnCivil War?"
*The voices start asking similar questions but then they're able to quiet down enough so I can answer the man's question.*
"Well I honestly feel shocked at a fellow superstar saying that towards me. Saying that I'm just somebody who's only trying to make a name for himself and everything in this company. I only came here because of the other company I was working at was just uncooperative. The Global Wrestling Alliance. After being gone for about a decade,they're starting to say I'm becoming short on friends when I'm only trying to FIND the right people to be with in that federation. But moving back to Jimmy Fatal,that guy is just outrageous,he's a disgrace a MPW,he thinks he's one of the best when he isn't. Even if Jimmy is in the top 10 rankings,he isn't one of the best to me. I will never show mercy towards him nor the slightest hint of going soft on him. Fatal can forget that!"
*I stay poised in my position and more flashes of cameras go off,reporters are writing their notes down while the others are raising their microphones for the next question and another voice pops up to ask a question.*
"How do you feel going into the match against Jimmy Fatal?"
"Well I must say the path to being prepared is gonna require training most of the time. Probably work on cardio and speed but still keep my strength up. But I honestly feeling pumped going into this match as this is my first major match in MPW. Being the opener to the crowd to warm them up for the rest of card. I also heard that another rookie,"The Samurai" Shaun Cross will be making his debut in a dark match against MPW pro Chicken. I wish the rookie luck in that match but going back to Fatal again,he only said those things so he could feel good about himself because I know deep inside he's scared,afraid of me. You all saw how I dominated that jobber Jared Reynolds. But this Thursday on Takedown,I'm bringing in more powerful moves than ever,more impactful finishing blows. Fatal,you're just the filthy weak scumbag you are you piece of crap!"
*I lean back and listen to the press roar in approval and some even exchange reviews on what I just said about Fatal. I keep my thoughts to myself and check the time realizing it's almost quarter to 9. I quickly lean foward and speak into the microphones to inform the press.*
"Folks,there's about five minutes left and I'll take one last question from any of you out there."
*I perfectly stay calm as I look around seeing all the mouths in the crowd move and eventually I hear the most rhetorical question out of all.*
"Do you have any final thoughts on your match with Jimmy Fatal sir?"
*I look over at Austin and we both smirk and then look back at the crowd and smirk again.*
"I'll tell ya,I'M GONNA KICK FATAL'S ASS COME TAKEDOWN! HE WILL BE THROBBING IN PAIN,ASKING FOR MERCY,BUT WILL I GIVE HIM MERCY?!?! HELL NO I WON'T! I WILL HIT HIM WITH ALL I GOT SO FATAL WILL BE LAYING FACE DOWN,SQUARE CENTER OF THE RING,BARELY MOVING LIKE A BAG OF WORMS THAT LITTLE DIRTBAG! SO FATAL,LIKE I TOLD REYNOLDS,COME OUR MATCH,YOU'RE GONNA GET CRUNNNNNCHED!!!!!!!!!!"
*I stand up raising my arms up with pride and the presses roar in approval and I smile while catching my breath and then leave the room as the reporters keep exchanging reviews. As I'm about to grab my things,the coordinator is standing at the door as I turn around. Just as I'm about to speak to her,she puts her finger against my lips and she hands me her number. She then simply smiles and walks off as I'm standing their shocked about what happened. I put her number in my pocket and walk out to the parking garage where Austin is holding my door open for me. I simply step in,door closes,and Austin drives us into the busy streets of Phoenix,Arizona.*
Fade to black
"Man those fans are loud. I'm glad I was able to show my skill in the match against that jobber Reynolds. But I'm disappointed about that guy Jimmy Fatal saying I'm just a somebody who randomly hired for this because MPW needed something new."
*I adjust my tie so its set and that it isn't parted. I make my way to my dressing room as the building seems to be a maze of doors on each side. I'm able to settle down with some breath that I'm still trying to recover. About 20 minutes later there's a knock as I'm reading "Wrestling Monthly".*
"Come in."
*All of a sudden right before my eyes,a beautiful lady appears before me. She seems to be the cooridinator since she's holding a clipboard and a headset is equipped on her delicate head. I end up putting the magazine down,stand up and adjust my suit.*
"Well hello."
*The coordinator blushes as she begins to speak*
"Greetings Mr. Crunch. The press is waiting in the conference hall for you. I noticed that you're driver Austin is also with you."
"Well of course of he is. He's my closest friend outside the ring since he's the one always driving me to destination. Otherwise next thing I know I'd be alone in a big space on a tour bus. In my opinion,tour buses are just boring as hell. Thanks for the heads up by the way."
*I walk past the coordinator and give her the "call me" signal. She blushes as I continue to walk out. Just as I'm about to enter the conference hall,I'm stopped by a father and his son.*
"Are you "The Pyro" Dynamo Crunch?"
"Why yes I am."
"Well I'm part of the press and I was wondering if you could pose for a few photos with my son,Anthony."
"I guess a few pictures wouldn't hurt. I'll also give your son my most sold t-shirt,"It's Crunch Time!",and I'll even give you a CD that contains my theme music for ya."
"That would be great."
*I squat down and pick up little Anthony and lift him on my shoulder as I adjust him into sitting position and we do all sorts of poses and eventually the father finishes. I hand Anthony his t-shirt and CD. I ask for a high five and he gives me one and runs to catch up with his dad. I then enter the conference room where many other people of the press are waiting with their microphones ready and cameras set and notepads with pencils. I take a deep breath and take my seat next to Austin and begin to speak into the microphones in front and yet at the same time many pictures are already starting to be taken.*
"First I want to thank you all for coming to tonight's Press Conference for my upcoming match this Thursday against Jimmy Fatal. So I'll start taking questions until at least 8:45 tonight. So start firing away people."
*I recline back and the voices begin to click and look around and eventually one voice settles and in and the first question is asked.*
"DC,how do you feel about what Jimmy Fatal said about you during the pre-show of UnCivil War?"
*The voices start asking similar questions but then they're able to quiet down enough so I can answer the man's question.*
"Well I honestly feel shocked at a fellow superstar saying that towards me. Saying that I'm just somebody who's only trying to make a name for himself and everything in this company. I only came here because of the other company I was working at was just uncooperative. The Global Wrestling Alliance. After being gone for about a decade,they're starting to say I'm becoming short on friends when I'm only trying to FIND the right people to be with in that federation. But moving back to Jimmy Fatal,that guy is just outrageous,he's a disgrace a MPW,he thinks he's one of the best when he isn't. Even if Jimmy is in the top 10 rankings,he isn't one of the best to me. I will never show mercy towards him nor the slightest hint of going soft on him. Fatal can forget that!"
*I stay poised in my position and more flashes of cameras go off,reporters are writing their notes down while the others are raising their microphones for the next question and another voice pops up to ask a question.*
"How do you feel going into the match against Jimmy Fatal?"
"Well I must say the path to being prepared is gonna require training most of the time. Probably work on cardio and speed but still keep my strength up. But I honestly feeling pumped going into this match as this is my first major match in MPW. Being the opener to the crowd to warm them up for the rest of card. I also heard that another rookie,"The Samurai" Shaun Cross will be making his debut in a dark match against MPW pro Chicken. I wish the rookie luck in that match but going back to Fatal again,he only said those things so he could feel good about himself because I know deep inside he's scared,afraid of me. You all saw how I dominated that jobber Jared Reynolds. But this Thursday on Takedown,I'm bringing in more powerful moves than ever,more impactful finishing blows. Fatal,you're just the filthy weak scumbag you are you piece of crap!"
*I lean back and listen to the press roar in approval and some even exchange reviews on what I just said about Fatal. I keep my thoughts to myself and check the time realizing it's almost quarter to 9. I quickly lean foward and speak into the microphones to inform the press.*
"Folks,there's about five minutes left and I'll take one last question from any of you out there."
*I perfectly stay calm as I look around seeing all the mouths in the crowd move and eventually I hear the most rhetorical question out of all.*
"Do you have any final thoughts on your match with Jimmy Fatal sir?"
*I look over at Austin and we both smirk and then look back at the crowd and smirk again.*
"I'll tell ya,I'M GONNA KICK FATAL'S ASS COME TAKEDOWN! HE WILL BE THROBBING IN PAIN,ASKING FOR MERCY,BUT WILL I GIVE HIM MERCY?!?! HELL NO I WON'T! I WILL HIT HIM WITH ALL I GOT SO FATAL WILL BE LAYING FACE DOWN,SQUARE CENTER OF THE RING,BARELY MOVING LIKE A BAG OF WORMS THAT LITTLE DIRTBAG! SO FATAL,LIKE I TOLD REYNOLDS,COME OUR MATCH,YOU'RE GONNA GET CRUNNNNNCHED!!!!!!!!!!"
*I stand up raising my arms up with pride and the presses roar in approval and I smile while catching my breath and then leave the room as the reporters keep exchanging reviews. As I'm about to grab my things,the coordinator is standing at the door as I turn around. Just as I'm about to speak to her,she puts her finger against my lips and she hands me her number. She then simply smiles and walks off as I'm standing their shocked about what happened. I put her number in my pocket and walk out to the parking garage where Austin is holding my door open for me. I simply step in,door closes,and Austin drives us into the busy streets of Phoenix,Arizona.*
Fade to black