Post by justinf on Aug 1, 2012 20:18:54 GMT -5
I straighten the belt on my shoulder before looking at jay Wyatt, my interview bitch. I've agreed to meet him in some hole in the wall room at HQ because he wanted to talk to me about the title win. I don't have a match this week but that doesn't stop me from addressing my fans. that's right. I know I'm that damn good so I'm about to show everyone the truth of that statement.
Jay walks up and stands in front of me with the mic, I can see a hint of fear in his eyes like my determination is enough to push him over with a thought. he should be scared...just like everyone else should be scared. the TV title is only the beginning.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm here with the New and First MPW Television Champion Justin Fischer. Welcome Justin..."
I grab the mic from him before he can spit out any more useless questions.
"First off let me tell you that this belt is where it belongs....with me. Why? because I'm the hidden gem, the one that everyone simply underestimates because everyone thinks that it matters how many feds you've been in or how many titles you've held behind your name. I'm obviously proof that it doesn't mean a flying fuck how many places you've worked or how many beatings you've taken...it's all about skill. Something my opponents on Monday knew nothing about."
I look at Jay. I know he's dying to ask more questions, but this wasn't about him...he just got the credit of being the one to contact me for this interview.
"This is only the beginning of my rise here in MPW. I know a lot of you are probably thinking why I didn't enter myself in the ROTD tournament.... well the answer is simple, I work my way from the bottom. You want to get the recognition then you prove yourself. My father taught me that value from the time I was a kid. John Fisherman can shoot his mouth off all he wants but he's not walking away with that contract and after he loses he'll simply be another flash in the pan and where will he be...down at the bottom once again....lost from the minds of the fans because he tried to do too much too quickly. Now funnily....he claims that I'm copying him...well let me take a few moments here to enlighten you John. I am no where close to being a copy of your pathetic self. First off, I don't need a hooker off the strip to promote me...obviously I've done that well enough on my own. I also have more than enough friends to support me along the way but lets set the record straight, the only one that represents Justin Fischer...is....well Justin Fischer."
I rub my chin a minute and look at Jay again, I bring the mic up to my mouth again.
"Now the second thing is, I would not let myself be caught dead with some kind of decaying animal on my chin. What the hell is that thing? Do you see anything on this perfect face? No...why? because what you have well...it's disgusting. Do you use it to save leftovers or something? I'm surprised that most of the people in the ring didn't go running from it. another thing I sincerely doubt that john Fisherman is your real name, where as Justin Fischer is my actual god given name...look..."
I take out my Ontario Driver's license and show it up to the camera and sure as hell it has my full name...of course I put a thumb over my first name since it really isn't Justin but they didn't need to know that part. The address is very old so no worries about stalkers.
"Yeah so I don't go and name myself after a song because it seems cool. but news flash..." I lean into the camera, "It's not cool..." I lean back now and continue. Jay Wyatt is kind of laughing and I appreciate his humour. "plus if I really was a carbon copy of you...then wouldn't I be a whining loser drinking coffee in some ho-bag cafe talking about how I'm going to beat this Chris Michaels guy? and just a word to you Chris...It won't be very hard....congrats on your win in your first match...."
Jay is chuckling still.
"So before you start talking trash about someone, you should really get your facts straight." I shrug. "It seems to me buddy that you thought you were going to have a for sure win on Monday and guess what...you failed...like you always do, like you always will. And as for me getting what's coming to me? what would that be? A shot at the North American title next? yeah that's what I was thinking too and thanks for the vote of confidence."
Jay wrangles the mic away from me. "Thanks for taking the time to talk with us Justin, it's always a pleasure...
I steal the mic again.
"Never use my name and pleasure in the same sentence again jay. I know you have this man crush on me and everything but well I'm sorry I just don't swing that way...but I'm far from done Blue Jay....putting Fisherman in his place was just the icing on my preverbal cake....you see I just want all you slackers out there to know that just because I'm only at the beginning doesn't mean that eventually I won't be up on your so called 'level' soon enough. I know that in the next couple weeks I'll probably be defending this title and I welcome it. A chance to prove that no one is good enough to beat me until I'm ready to let them beat me and that will only be because I'm setting my sights higher."
Jay is able to pry the mic away again.
"What about some of the other opponents from your match on Monday..."
I take the mic, ripping it from his hands again.
"I don't need you to ask any questions Jay bird...I can handle it from here, just stand there and look pretty." I turn back to the camera.
"My opponents from Monday? You mean all those pathetic losers? Like Toby Foster who can't even stand up to my baby sister, let alone me? Yeah none of those 'guys' are worth mentioning. Like I said the only reason that Fisherman found himself fortunate enough to get a mention from me is because the guy keeps having these hallucinations that I copy him. yeah no, we're nothing alike and the guy just uses the fact that we have similar names to try and pump his dying career. moving on. I plan on taking MPW by storm and everyone will have whiplash from how quickly I move up. I'm not stopping for anything."
Jay stands on his tip toes to get a breath over the mic. "What about the brass knuckles?"
I look at him annoyed.
"What brass knuckles? I didn't see any brass knuckles. It's all about survival of the fittest out there buddy and I did just that, I survived....and I came out on top. That's all there is to it. I will always find a way to come out on top."
Jay doesn't try and take the mic this time, only looks at me expectantly.
"Now that I've told the world my plans for success it's another success that I want to mention briefly....My sister. Yes she's in her own little race for a contract for the title and I wish her nothing but luck in her match. She has a different outlook on how she wants to get success in this company and that's fine but I for one am VERY PROUD of her."
Jay looks at me confused, his voice not quite clearly picked up by the mic. "Why did you say that really loud?"
"And my entire family is very proud of her and there isn't a damn thing that anybody can say or do to make us ashamed of her. Even if she doesn't win this match I know that she's going to come out with Tag Team gold and continue to make the Fischer family exceptional. Just remember....in the end I always win and that includes through my family...." I wink at the camera and drop the mic, walking off camera leaving Jay to scramble to pick up the mic.
"Well there you have it fans, a few words from your new TV Champion. Sure seems like there are more great things to come from not only Justin Fischer but from anyone fortunate enough to be associated with the Fischer name. so until next time, this is Jay Wyatt...." the camera goes dark
I smirk to myself as I hear Jay and his crew cleaning up. I know my words were curious but I was hoping a certain someone will realize that I'm watching out for my sister and there is no way I am going to let anybody hurt her. I also was not going to let that delusional head case Fisherman think that he was anywhere close to my calibre....trying to live off my glory. He could cry cheat all he wants...it was him that brought the knuckles in the match in the first place. Don't play with fire if you don't want to get burnt.
Jay walks up and stands in front of me with the mic, I can see a hint of fear in his eyes like my determination is enough to push him over with a thought. he should be scared...just like everyone else should be scared. the TV title is only the beginning.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm here with the New and First MPW Television Champion Justin Fischer. Welcome Justin..."
I grab the mic from him before he can spit out any more useless questions.
"First off let me tell you that this belt is where it belongs....with me. Why? because I'm the hidden gem, the one that everyone simply underestimates because everyone thinks that it matters how many feds you've been in or how many titles you've held behind your name. I'm obviously proof that it doesn't mean a flying fuck how many places you've worked or how many beatings you've taken...it's all about skill. Something my opponents on Monday knew nothing about."
I look at Jay. I know he's dying to ask more questions, but this wasn't about him...he just got the credit of being the one to contact me for this interview.
"This is only the beginning of my rise here in MPW. I know a lot of you are probably thinking why I didn't enter myself in the ROTD tournament.... well the answer is simple, I work my way from the bottom. You want to get the recognition then you prove yourself. My father taught me that value from the time I was a kid. John Fisherman can shoot his mouth off all he wants but he's not walking away with that contract and after he loses he'll simply be another flash in the pan and where will he be...down at the bottom once again....lost from the minds of the fans because he tried to do too much too quickly. Now funnily....he claims that I'm copying him...well let me take a few moments here to enlighten you John. I am no where close to being a copy of your pathetic self. First off, I don't need a hooker off the strip to promote me...obviously I've done that well enough on my own. I also have more than enough friends to support me along the way but lets set the record straight, the only one that represents Justin Fischer...is....well Justin Fischer."
I rub my chin a minute and look at Jay again, I bring the mic up to my mouth again.
"Now the second thing is, I would not let myself be caught dead with some kind of decaying animal on my chin. What the hell is that thing? Do you see anything on this perfect face? No...why? because what you have well...it's disgusting. Do you use it to save leftovers or something? I'm surprised that most of the people in the ring didn't go running from it. another thing I sincerely doubt that john Fisherman is your real name, where as Justin Fischer is my actual god given name...look..."
I take out my Ontario Driver's license and show it up to the camera and sure as hell it has my full name...of course I put a thumb over my first name since it really isn't Justin but they didn't need to know that part. The address is very old so no worries about stalkers.
"Yeah so I don't go and name myself after a song because it seems cool. but news flash..." I lean into the camera, "It's not cool..." I lean back now and continue. Jay Wyatt is kind of laughing and I appreciate his humour. "plus if I really was a carbon copy of you...then wouldn't I be a whining loser drinking coffee in some ho-bag cafe talking about how I'm going to beat this Chris Michaels guy? and just a word to you Chris...It won't be very hard....congrats on your win in your first match...."
Jay is chuckling still.
"So before you start talking trash about someone, you should really get your facts straight." I shrug. "It seems to me buddy that you thought you were going to have a for sure win on Monday and guess what...you failed...like you always do, like you always will. And as for me getting what's coming to me? what would that be? A shot at the North American title next? yeah that's what I was thinking too and thanks for the vote of confidence."
Jay wrangles the mic away from me. "Thanks for taking the time to talk with us Justin, it's always a pleasure...
I steal the mic again.
"Never use my name and pleasure in the same sentence again jay. I know you have this man crush on me and everything but well I'm sorry I just don't swing that way...but I'm far from done Blue Jay....putting Fisherman in his place was just the icing on my preverbal cake....you see I just want all you slackers out there to know that just because I'm only at the beginning doesn't mean that eventually I won't be up on your so called 'level' soon enough. I know that in the next couple weeks I'll probably be defending this title and I welcome it. A chance to prove that no one is good enough to beat me until I'm ready to let them beat me and that will only be because I'm setting my sights higher."
Jay is able to pry the mic away again.
"What about some of the other opponents from your match on Monday..."
I take the mic, ripping it from his hands again.
"I don't need you to ask any questions Jay bird...I can handle it from here, just stand there and look pretty." I turn back to the camera.
"My opponents from Monday? You mean all those pathetic losers? Like Toby Foster who can't even stand up to my baby sister, let alone me? Yeah none of those 'guys' are worth mentioning. Like I said the only reason that Fisherman found himself fortunate enough to get a mention from me is because the guy keeps having these hallucinations that I copy him. yeah no, we're nothing alike and the guy just uses the fact that we have similar names to try and pump his dying career. moving on. I plan on taking MPW by storm and everyone will have whiplash from how quickly I move up. I'm not stopping for anything."
Jay stands on his tip toes to get a breath over the mic. "What about the brass knuckles?"
I look at him annoyed.
"What brass knuckles? I didn't see any brass knuckles. It's all about survival of the fittest out there buddy and I did just that, I survived....and I came out on top. That's all there is to it. I will always find a way to come out on top."
Jay doesn't try and take the mic this time, only looks at me expectantly.
"Now that I've told the world my plans for success it's another success that I want to mention briefly....My sister. Yes she's in her own little race for a contract for the title and I wish her nothing but luck in her match. She has a different outlook on how she wants to get success in this company and that's fine but I for one am VERY PROUD of her."
Jay looks at me confused, his voice not quite clearly picked up by the mic. "Why did you say that really loud?"
"And my entire family is very proud of her and there isn't a damn thing that anybody can say or do to make us ashamed of her. Even if she doesn't win this match I know that she's going to come out with Tag Team gold and continue to make the Fischer family exceptional. Just remember....in the end I always win and that includes through my family...." I wink at the camera and drop the mic, walking off camera leaving Jay to scramble to pick up the mic.
"Well there you have it fans, a few words from your new TV Champion. Sure seems like there are more great things to come from not only Justin Fischer but from anyone fortunate enough to be associated with the Fischer name. so until next time, this is Jay Wyatt...." the camera goes dark
I smirk to myself as I hear Jay and his crew cleaning up. I know my words were curious but I was hoping a certain someone will realize that I'm watching out for my sister and there is no way I am going to let anybody hurt her. I also was not going to let that delusional head case Fisherman think that he was anywhere close to my calibre....trying to live off my glory. He could cry cheat all he wants...it was him that brought the knuckles in the match in the first place. Don't play with fire if you don't want to get burnt.