Post by Emi's Imaginary Friend on Jul 22, 2012 11:24:47 GMT -5
The days have quickly dwindled away. John Fisherman had been participating in a lengthy training regime for the entire week, but now, just hours before his qualifying bout, he has agreed to allow the lovely Tasha Jordan to conduct an interview with him. First, she must address the camera. With a microphone at hand, she welcomes those watching the promo.
"Tasha Jordan here, and with me now, just hours before Monday Night Main Event goes live for a third straight week, is one of the new recruits to the MPW roster, John Fisherman. John, thank you so much for this."
"It's a pleasure Tasha, and you know what, since I've been training really hard this week, when I win my match tonight, I might just treat you to a dinner at my place later."
"Thanks, but I think I'll pass..."
The interview was being conducted in a confined interview space backstage of the Orleans Arena. Although the show wasn't scheduled to begin for another few hours, John wanted to arrive early for one more workout in preparation for his upcoming match, as suggested by Ms. Biguns. Before doing so however, he thought to take the time to allow the already present Tasha Jordan to interview him prior to the match.
"First of all, I couldn't help but notice the absence of your..umm..manager, Ms. Jasmine Biguns. Would you mind explaining to us your relationship with her?"
"Again? Why can't you people get it through your skulls? Jasmine is my manager, but that's it. She does her job, and I do mine. I don't know why you're finding this confusing."
"Sorry mister Fisherman, I was just asking the question from the list. On a different topic...umm...recently you've been announced to compete in the first ever MPW Television Championship Roulette match on the 30th of July. Were you as surprised as we were with this announcement?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? You didn't expect me, John Fisherman, to be included in that match? You see, this is why I signed with Ms. Biguns in the first place. She seems to be the only person in this entire company who knows what talent really is. I've been watching the promos. Everyone around here thinks that I'm some kind of joke. But you see, I know the truth. You're all jealous of me. You're all scared of me. Heck, if it wasn't for Ms. Biguns, I wouldn't even be in the roster because you all know that I can and will beat you all!"
"You seem to be relying on Ms. Biguns a lot then?"
"No. With or without her, no one in this company is good enough to beat me."
"Well, this past week, your upcoming opponent, Jason X, has questioned your rather anonymous background."
"Oh, and what does that kid know? He can't even come up with a unique name for himself! If you want a little background, fine. I was a two-time XWA Smash Division Champion, a former Inter-Transversal Champion, a three-time WMW Street Fighter Champion, even a former Heavyweight Champion. I was the face of the first WMW Luchas de Apuestas pay-per-view event, where I ended the career of Mike X. Coincidence? I even had an article listing my greatest matches for the company. And now I'm here, signed with Ms. Biguns, an established manager in the independent circuit who has led her clients to championship reigns in her time. Is that enough background for you?"
"Umm...thanks, thanks for the information. Regarding your opponent however, he will be facing you fresh after a victory over the Franchise, Taufik."
"A fluke. You'd have to be stupid to not realize that his mind wasn't in the game that night. I may not know the whole story, but one thing is certain. Taufik did not give it his all that night. That's the only reason why this Jason kid isn't a skid mark on the canvas right now. Jason, you are lucky not to have a boot print tattoo on your face right now. And you know what? I don't care about your background, and quite frankly, neither does anyone else. You could have even defeated a cucumber in a First Blood match for all I care! When you face off against someone like me, history doesn't matter, and luck will certainly not be on your side. Jason X, Doctor X, Professor Xavier, whatever you want to call yourself. Truth be told, you're nothing special. You may be the hometown kid, but I can see right through you, and all I see is a young child pretending to be something that he's not, and something that I already am, a star. Face it kid, you might as well pack it in and get a new job. Heck, play your cards right, and I might let you be my pack mule!"
"Strong words. You seem awfully confident in yourself, don't you mister Fisherman?"
"Of course I am. Just you wait. In a matter of weeks, every fan in the Orleans Arena will be wearing John Fisherman t-shirts, holding up their John Fisherman posters, chanting my name, demanding my autograph, buying my DVDs. Last week was an accident. This week will be the first stepping stone to my glorious reign as the sole face of this company. And as for Jason, he can bring his A-game this Monday, but I guarantee that the star will crash and burn. Spoiler alert, I am going to kick his ass!"
And with that, John walks off the set, not even giving poor Tasha the chance to thank him for talking with her, but from the look on her face, she didn't seem too disappointed to see him leave.
"Tasha Jordan here, and with me now, just hours before Monday Night Main Event goes live for a third straight week, is one of the new recruits to the MPW roster, John Fisherman. John, thank you so much for this."
"It's a pleasure Tasha, and you know what, since I've been training really hard this week, when I win my match tonight, I might just treat you to a dinner at my place later."
"Thanks, but I think I'll pass..."
The interview was being conducted in a confined interview space backstage of the Orleans Arena. Although the show wasn't scheduled to begin for another few hours, John wanted to arrive early for one more workout in preparation for his upcoming match, as suggested by Ms. Biguns. Before doing so however, he thought to take the time to allow the already present Tasha Jordan to interview him prior to the match.
"First of all, I couldn't help but notice the absence of your..umm..manager, Ms. Jasmine Biguns. Would you mind explaining to us your relationship with her?"
"Again? Why can't you people get it through your skulls? Jasmine is my manager, but that's it. She does her job, and I do mine. I don't know why you're finding this confusing."
"Sorry mister Fisherman, I was just asking the question from the list. On a different topic...umm...recently you've been announced to compete in the first ever MPW Television Championship Roulette match on the 30th of July. Were you as surprised as we were with this announcement?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? You didn't expect me, John Fisherman, to be included in that match? You see, this is why I signed with Ms. Biguns in the first place. She seems to be the only person in this entire company who knows what talent really is. I've been watching the promos. Everyone around here thinks that I'm some kind of joke. But you see, I know the truth. You're all jealous of me. You're all scared of me. Heck, if it wasn't for Ms. Biguns, I wouldn't even be in the roster because you all know that I can and will beat you all!"
"You seem to be relying on Ms. Biguns a lot then?"
"No. With or without her, no one in this company is good enough to beat me."
"Well, this past week, your upcoming opponent, Jason X, has questioned your rather anonymous background."
"Oh, and what does that kid know? He can't even come up with a unique name for himself! If you want a little background, fine. I was a two-time XWA Smash Division Champion, a former Inter-Transversal Champion, a three-time WMW Street Fighter Champion, even a former Heavyweight Champion. I was the face of the first WMW Luchas de Apuestas pay-per-view event, where I ended the career of Mike X. Coincidence? I even had an article listing my greatest matches for the company. And now I'm here, signed with Ms. Biguns, an established manager in the independent circuit who has led her clients to championship reigns in her time. Is that enough background for you?"
"Umm...thanks, thanks for the information. Regarding your opponent however, he will be facing you fresh after a victory over the Franchise, Taufik."
"A fluke. You'd have to be stupid to not realize that his mind wasn't in the game that night. I may not know the whole story, but one thing is certain. Taufik did not give it his all that night. That's the only reason why this Jason kid isn't a skid mark on the canvas right now. Jason, you are lucky not to have a boot print tattoo on your face right now. And you know what? I don't care about your background, and quite frankly, neither does anyone else. You could have even defeated a cucumber in a First Blood match for all I care! When you face off against someone like me, history doesn't matter, and luck will certainly not be on your side. Jason X, Doctor X, Professor Xavier, whatever you want to call yourself. Truth be told, you're nothing special. You may be the hometown kid, but I can see right through you, and all I see is a young child pretending to be something that he's not, and something that I already am, a star. Face it kid, you might as well pack it in and get a new job. Heck, play your cards right, and I might let you be my pack mule!"
"Strong words. You seem awfully confident in yourself, don't you mister Fisherman?"
"Of course I am. Just you wait. In a matter of weeks, every fan in the Orleans Arena will be wearing John Fisherman t-shirts, holding up their John Fisherman posters, chanting my name, demanding my autograph, buying my DVDs. Last week was an accident. This week will be the first stepping stone to my glorious reign as the sole face of this company. And as for Jason, he can bring his A-game this Monday, but I guarantee that the star will crash and burn. Spoiler alert, I am going to kick his ass!"
And with that, John walks off the set, not even giving poor Tasha the chance to thank him for talking with her, but from the look on her face, she didn't seem too disappointed to see him leave.
