Post by Emi's Imaginary Friend on Jul 24, 2012 13:20:35 GMT -5
John Fisherman was already confident in himself even before coming to MPW. After securing his first victory since joining, as well as securing a spot at the upcoming Roll of the Dice match at High Stakes, how do you think he must be feeling right now?
This was what Tim Bowers was determined to find out. A celebration was taking place inside the secluded office of John's loyal manager, Ms. Jasmine Biguns, even before the show was over. Although the door was shut, you could hear the two laughing with each other. As the televised action continued in the ring, Tim, with a microphone at hand, approached the door in the hallway and knocked. After a brief wait, the door was answered, and from inside came John Fisherman, with an unbraided goatee, with a smirk on his face.
"Tim! My good man, how've you been?"
As he closed the door behind him, John wrapped his arm around Tim's shoulder and embraced him in a slight hug, unaware of the discomfort that he was causing to him.
"Hey John, it's all good. It's all good."
John released his hold, allowing Tim to regain his composure.
"Mind if we have a word? An exclusive backstage interview live on the MPW website?"
"Tim, would I say no to you?"
John was acting awfully friendly. Clearly he was still excited about his recent victory.
"Yes, well, anyway. First things first, congratulations on your victory over Jason X in what was a spectacular match."
"You sound surprised. Did you not expect me, John Fisherman, to come out and top? Did you actually expect that little brat to pose a threat against me?"
"I did not mean any offense. In fact, I'm very happy for you. You've just secured your spot at the first ever MPW pay-per-view in a couple weeks time with an opportunity of a lifetime. And not only that, but now next Monday, you and five other guys have the opportunity to become the first MPW Television Champion."
"What did I say Tim? What did I say when I first got here? This was just the first stepping stone to my ultimate rise to glory. The next step will be to win the first TV title, and then to win the Roll of the Dice match, then to become the World Heavyweight Champion, and earn my spot as the greatest star to have ever lived. It's only a matter of time before I become the king of the world!"
"King of the world, huh? Well, I hate to break it to you, but that might be a long way ahead."
"What do you mean?"
"Have you been watching the rest of the show?"
"Don't need to. I'm the only person worth watching on this show. Who the hell is this Jackson Blaze anyway? I see his face everywhere on the MPW website, looks like nothing special to me. I should be the face of this company."
"Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we just found out who the second participant of the Roll of the Dice match will be."
"Who?"
"Rage."
John suddenly became silent. This was not like him. Upon hearing that name, he just stood silent, as if he was frozen in place. It was at that moment when Ms. Biguns popped from behind the office door, with a champagne bottle in her hand. She was clearly tipsy, but upon seeing Tim Bowers in the hallway, she immediately tried her best to look and stand more sophisticated.
"Tim, what are you doing? Can't you see we're having a private meeting here?"
"Umm...oh, sorry miss...miss Biguns..."
Tim was acting awfully bashful. Perhaps he had some sort of crush on Ms. Biguns? Could you blame him though?
"Johnny baby, what's up."
She looked concerned for John, who was still silent.
"What did you say to him?"
"I...I was just talking about his match..."
"I know, wonderful isn't it? The world got to watch as my man won the first of many matches in his career here in MPW. He's going to be big around here, don't you think?"
Tim was still shy, he couldn't help but take a glance at Ms. Biguns's seemingly purposely exposed cleavage.
"Yes...umm...I mean I was just...just telling him that he will also be facing Rage in the...Roll of the Dice match at High Stakes."
"Oh. You mean one of those two clowns stealing the spotlight from my man here? Don't worry about that, John will see to it that Rage will fall into the waste that comes out of their mouths. Right John?"
John continued to stand silent, but upon a little shove from Jasmine, he finally shook his head and regained his senses. Clearly Tim had struck a nerve. Surely John Fisherman was not nervous of facing the man they call Rage?
"John, are you okay?"
"Uh, I'm fine...yeah, I'm not scared...I'm not scared of him. Rage? He's nothing. I'm the man to be feared around here. He's just another turd that needs to be flushed!"
This was the John Fisherman that everyone was used to hearing. He had finally snapped from some kind of trance, and could now resume his interview with Tim Bowers.
"Good, glad we got that out of the way. Anyway, before we leave you John, do you have anything to say to the five competitors you'll be facing for the TV title next Monday?"
"Yeah...umm...who are they again?"
"Well, first there's Justin Fischer."
"Never heard of him. Sounds like a rip-off of yours truly though. But then again, can you blame him? I mean, he wasn't even in this week's card? I'm on popular demand right now, and I am about to become the first ever MPW Television Champion. Hey, don't worry sport, I might even let him touch it one day. I can't disappoint my adoring fans after all!"
"Right...umm, next we have Toby Foster."
"Oh, I know him. He's the guy that lost to that chick, right?"
"Hey Toby, you can't even beat up a little girl? What makes you think you have what it takes to take out my man here? Heck, I bet you couldn't even beat me!"
"Alright, next up is Taufik."
"Taufik man. About this drought of yours....just face it man, you're just crap! I don't even know why you're involved in this match at all! You haven't won a single match since coming here, what chance do you think you have against someone like me? Oh, and as for your little squeeze, how about you dump that big fat zero and get with the world class hero, if you know what I mean?"
"Oh come on John, you must have some standards!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Who are the others?"
"You might already be familiar with mister Freddie Styles?"
"Oh yeah, I remember him. He's the guy that I slapped around the ring in my debut. Well hey Freddie, guess what? You don't have that boy toy Kurt to save you this time. I just hope you're ready for yet another beating, courtesy of yours truly. Oh, and for future reference, the name's Adams, not James. Consider yourself lucky to still have a job here, mate."
"And finally the man that you just defeated earlier tonight, Jason X."
"What? Didn't you just see me wipe the canvas with that putrid wannabe? Does the public really want me to smack that kid around for a second time? He shouldn't even be in the same ring as me, quite frankly, I shouldn't have had to face a loser like him to enter the Roll of the Dice match. Why the hell does he get a shot at the TV title? He's not worthy to step in the same ring as me. In fact, none of these losers deserve to stand in the same ring as me. This is going to be a cake walk. Next Monday, I'm gonna be stepping into the ring with a wannabe, a loser, a punching bag, a nerd and a brat. Competition my ass, you might as well hand me that title belt right now, this match is just going to prolong the inevitable. Spoiler alert: the king of the world is going to walk out next Monday as the new MPW Television Champion!"
"This interview is over."
And with that, the two returned inside and slammed the door in Tim Bowers's face, and the camera faded out.
This was what Tim Bowers was determined to find out. A celebration was taking place inside the secluded office of John's loyal manager, Ms. Jasmine Biguns, even before the show was over. Although the door was shut, you could hear the two laughing with each other. As the televised action continued in the ring, Tim, with a microphone at hand, approached the door in the hallway and knocked. After a brief wait, the door was answered, and from inside came John Fisherman, with an unbraided goatee, with a smirk on his face.
"Tim! My good man, how've you been?"
As he closed the door behind him, John wrapped his arm around Tim's shoulder and embraced him in a slight hug, unaware of the discomfort that he was causing to him.
"Hey John, it's all good. It's all good."
John released his hold, allowing Tim to regain his composure.
"Mind if we have a word? An exclusive backstage interview live on the MPW website?"
"Tim, would I say no to you?"
John was acting awfully friendly. Clearly he was still excited about his recent victory.
"Yes, well, anyway. First things first, congratulations on your victory over Jason X in what was a spectacular match."
"You sound surprised. Did you not expect me, John Fisherman, to come out and top? Did you actually expect that little brat to pose a threat against me?"
"I did not mean any offense. In fact, I'm very happy for you. You've just secured your spot at the first ever MPW pay-per-view in a couple weeks time with an opportunity of a lifetime. And not only that, but now next Monday, you and five other guys have the opportunity to become the first MPW Television Champion."
"What did I say Tim? What did I say when I first got here? This was just the first stepping stone to my ultimate rise to glory. The next step will be to win the first TV title, and then to win the Roll of the Dice match, then to become the World Heavyweight Champion, and earn my spot as the greatest star to have ever lived. It's only a matter of time before I become the king of the world!"
"King of the world, huh? Well, I hate to break it to you, but that might be a long way ahead."
"What do you mean?"
"Have you been watching the rest of the show?"
"Don't need to. I'm the only person worth watching on this show. Who the hell is this Jackson Blaze anyway? I see his face everywhere on the MPW website, looks like nothing special to me. I should be the face of this company."
"Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we just found out who the second participant of the Roll of the Dice match will be."
"Who?"
"Rage."
John suddenly became silent. This was not like him. Upon hearing that name, he just stood silent, as if he was frozen in place. It was at that moment when Ms. Biguns popped from behind the office door, with a champagne bottle in her hand. She was clearly tipsy, but upon seeing Tim Bowers in the hallway, she immediately tried her best to look and stand more sophisticated.
"Tim, what are you doing? Can't you see we're having a private meeting here?"
"Umm...oh, sorry miss...miss Biguns..."
Tim was acting awfully bashful. Perhaps he had some sort of crush on Ms. Biguns? Could you blame him though?
"Johnny baby, what's up."
She looked concerned for John, who was still silent.
"What did you say to him?"
"I...I was just talking about his match..."
"I know, wonderful isn't it? The world got to watch as my man won the first of many matches in his career here in MPW. He's going to be big around here, don't you think?"
Tim was still shy, he couldn't help but take a glance at Ms. Biguns's seemingly purposely exposed cleavage.
"Yes...umm...I mean I was just...just telling him that he will also be facing Rage in the...Roll of the Dice match at High Stakes."
"Oh. You mean one of those two clowns stealing the spotlight from my man here? Don't worry about that, John will see to it that Rage will fall into the waste that comes out of their mouths. Right John?"
John continued to stand silent, but upon a little shove from Jasmine, he finally shook his head and regained his senses. Clearly Tim had struck a nerve. Surely John Fisherman was not nervous of facing the man they call Rage?
"John, are you okay?"
"Uh, I'm fine...yeah, I'm not scared...I'm not scared of him. Rage? He's nothing. I'm the man to be feared around here. He's just another turd that needs to be flushed!"
This was the John Fisherman that everyone was used to hearing. He had finally snapped from some kind of trance, and could now resume his interview with Tim Bowers.
"Good, glad we got that out of the way. Anyway, before we leave you John, do you have anything to say to the five competitors you'll be facing for the TV title next Monday?"
"Yeah...umm...who are they again?"
"Well, first there's Justin Fischer."
"Never heard of him. Sounds like a rip-off of yours truly though. But then again, can you blame him? I mean, he wasn't even in this week's card? I'm on popular demand right now, and I am about to become the first ever MPW Television Champion. Hey, don't worry sport, I might even let him touch it one day. I can't disappoint my adoring fans after all!"
"Right...umm, next we have Toby Foster."
"Oh, I know him. He's the guy that lost to that chick, right?"
"Hey Toby, you can't even beat up a little girl? What makes you think you have what it takes to take out my man here? Heck, I bet you couldn't even beat me!"
"Alright, next up is Taufik."
"Taufik man. About this drought of yours....just face it man, you're just crap! I don't even know why you're involved in this match at all! You haven't won a single match since coming here, what chance do you think you have against someone like me? Oh, and as for your little squeeze, how about you dump that big fat zero and get with the world class hero, if you know what I mean?"
"Oh come on John, you must have some standards!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Who are the others?"
"You might already be familiar with mister Freddie Styles?"
"Oh yeah, I remember him. He's the guy that I slapped around the ring in my debut. Well hey Freddie, guess what? You don't have that boy toy Kurt to save you this time. I just hope you're ready for yet another beating, courtesy of yours truly. Oh, and for future reference, the name's Adams, not James. Consider yourself lucky to still have a job here, mate."
"And finally the man that you just defeated earlier tonight, Jason X."
"What? Didn't you just see me wipe the canvas with that putrid wannabe? Does the public really want me to smack that kid around for a second time? He shouldn't even be in the same ring as me, quite frankly, I shouldn't have had to face a loser like him to enter the Roll of the Dice match. Why the hell does he get a shot at the TV title? He's not worthy to step in the same ring as me. In fact, none of these losers deserve to stand in the same ring as me. This is going to be a cake walk. Next Monday, I'm gonna be stepping into the ring with a wannabe, a loser, a punching bag, a nerd and a brat. Competition my ass, you might as well hand me that title belt right now, this match is just going to prolong the inevitable. Spoiler alert: the king of the world is going to walk out next Monday as the new MPW Television Champion!"
"This interview is over."
And with that, the two returned inside and slammed the door in Tim Bowers's face, and the camera faded out.
