Post by To Be Announced on Aug 18, 2012 14:06:09 GMT -5
Damn, everything hurts so bad. What the hell is this bag of ice supposed to do? It does nothing! If anything, it just sharpens the bruises. Speaking of bruises, what the hell happened last night? I was about to finish that guy off, and the next thing I knew, I was flat on my back as Metallica played in the background. Oh wait, did I forget to lock the door again? Dammit, look what the cat dragged in again!
Sweeney: Oh Jesus. Chicken, how are you feeling?
I'd feel much better if you didn't show up to give me yet another stupid lecture!
Chicken: I've been better...
Sweeney: Seriously dude, I did warn you. What the hell were you thinking!? Going up against a monster like Primal!
Chicken: Look...ouch...
Can't even move my neck. Ouch, it hurts so bad.
Sweeney: Dude, you look pretty messed up. Maybe you should just quit while you're ahead?
Chicken: NOO!
Are you freaking kidding me!?
Chicken: No way Sweeney, this is exactly what I wanted! I just had my first wrestling match! I'm finally living my dream!
Sweeney: Yeah, and look where that got you!
True, I didn't really put up much of a fight, but dammit you can't be a real wrestler without experiencing both wins and losses. Every career has its ups and downs. I'll just have to try harder next time!
Chicken: Ow...
Sweeney: Whoa, take it easy kid. I don't think you want to rush into things just yet. You know who you've got next?
Chicken: Sure, that Jason Xavier guy! Don't worry, we can take him!
Sweeney: No, I mean next week.
Chicken: No, can't say that I have. Who?
Sweeney: Brandon Nytrus.
Ouch. The competition doesn't get any easier, huh? I've seen this guy in the back, and I've gotta say, he's pretty big. I mean massive, huge, colossal! And he probably packs one hell of a punch!
Chicken: Huh...yeah...don't worry, I can take him!
What's with the frown Sweeney?
Sweeney: Fuck that, you need to quit while you're ahead!
What's that? Oh, a knock on the door. Who's there? Oh, what a lovely surprise...
Tasha Jordan: Hi, I'm Tasha Jordan, from MPW. I was hoping for a quick interview with one of the newcomers to roster. May I come in?
Chicken: Oh...ummm...ye..yeah, please...please come in...umm...
Tasha Jordan: Thank you. Come on in Bobby!
Oh my god. There's a woman in my apartment. In MY apartment! Oh god, and I must look a mess. Oh god dammit Sweeney, what are you still doing here?
Sweeney: Oh, hi. I probably should be heading on out. I'll leave you two alone.
Wait! Oh no, I was just kidding. Don't leave me alone with a woman, I don't know what to say! Oh great, now I'm starting to sweat!
Tasha Jordan: Okay then, shall we take a seat?
Chicken: Oh, that's um..yeah, sure.
Oh boy, now I'm sitting next to a woman on my couch. Okay, cool it boy, just relax and play it cool, there's a cameraman right there!
Tasha Jordan: Alright, thank you for letting me into your apartment, umm, is the name Chicken?
Chicken: Well, umm...
Oh crap! How the hell can I forget my real name? Why do I have to be so nervous around women?
Chicken: Yeah...Chicken's fine.
Tasha Jordan: Really? Such a peculiar name...well then, let's get started. So what made you decide to join the Step Up roster?
That selfish twat John Fisherman. I'm so sick of that guy, always pushing me around, and always taking credit for what I do. Oh, but that's not the only reason. I promise that one day, I will get the lovely Ms. Biguns to notice me. Everything that I do is for her, and when she finally takes the time to notice me, she'll realize how much she means to me, and then everything will finally be okay. Oh no, Tasha's waiting for me to say something...
Chicken: Um...well, ah...you know. Just to get noticed...
Tasha Jordan: Okay then...well, judging from that bag of ice, things did not go your way last night during your debut. Can we expect more from you in your next match?
Of course. I may be in pain right now, but there's no way I'm going to just get up and leave. I want to make a name for myself, I may not got another chance to do so. If you want to stop me, then you might as well kill me, because I refuse to give up and quit! Uh oh...
Chicken: Of course...I just...uhh...yeah, you can expect more.
Tasha Jordan: ...short and sweet. Of course, along with the rest of the Step Up roster, you'll be making your pay-per-view debut at High Stakes when you and the rest of the roster take on the third member of the True Wrestling Icons, Jason Xavier. Do you have anything to say on the matter?
Well, I have no idea how it's going to go down, but this could be the best opportunity I have right now to get Ms. Biguns to notice me. If I can beat this guy, then she'll have to notice me, she just got to!
Chicken: Umm...well, it's a good opportunity for all of us and...uhh...I just hope we win.
Tasha Jordan: Seriously? Oh, umm, I mean...okay one last thing. Do you have anything to say to your next Step Up opponent, Brandon Nytrus?
Oh boy, what can I say? Just one false move and he could snap me like a twig. Oh god, now I'm starting to use the damn twig reference! But this guy isn't even afraid to beat up a woman, and I'd be lucky to be beaten by one. A huge difference between us, one where he has the biggest advantage. But am I afraid?
Chicken: Yes I do. Brandon, you're a big guy. But you know what? I have a big heart. I'm not afraid of you Brandon, I'll never be afraid of you. You seem to have no problem beating up women, but I'll have no problem beating your pussy ass! You don't scare me big guy. If anything, you should be scared of me! Next week, I'm gonna beat the crap out of you, you lanky moron bastard!!
Whoa! Where the hell did that come from? Oh crap, what the hell did I just say? Shit, I'm gonna get it now!
Tasha Jordan: Wow...well, umm, thanks for your time Chicken. It was...interesting.
Chicken: Oh, umm no problem...see you later Tasha.
I gave a smile to her as she leaves, but no reply. Guess I must have freaked her out. Dammit, why must I be so awkward! Well no, it doesn't matter what she thinks. I stand by what I said. Brandon, bring it on you piece of shit!
Sweeney: Oh Jesus. Chicken, how are you feeling?
I'd feel much better if you didn't show up to give me yet another stupid lecture!
Chicken: I've been better...
Sweeney: Seriously dude, I did warn you. What the hell were you thinking!? Going up against a monster like Primal!
Chicken: Look...ouch...
Can't even move my neck. Ouch, it hurts so bad.
Sweeney: Dude, you look pretty messed up. Maybe you should just quit while you're ahead?
Chicken: NOO!
Are you freaking kidding me!?
Chicken: No way Sweeney, this is exactly what I wanted! I just had my first wrestling match! I'm finally living my dream!
Sweeney: Yeah, and look where that got you!
True, I didn't really put up much of a fight, but dammit you can't be a real wrestler without experiencing both wins and losses. Every career has its ups and downs. I'll just have to try harder next time!
Chicken: Ow...
Sweeney: Whoa, take it easy kid. I don't think you want to rush into things just yet. You know who you've got next?
Chicken: Sure, that Jason Xavier guy! Don't worry, we can take him!
Sweeney: No, I mean next week.
Chicken: No, can't say that I have. Who?
Sweeney: Brandon Nytrus.
Ouch. The competition doesn't get any easier, huh? I've seen this guy in the back, and I've gotta say, he's pretty big. I mean massive, huge, colossal! And he probably packs one hell of a punch!
Chicken: Huh...yeah...don't worry, I can take him!
What's with the frown Sweeney?
Sweeney: Fuck that, you need to quit while you're ahead!
What's that? Oh, a knock on the door. Who's there? Oh, what a lovely surprise...
Tasha Jordan: Hi, I'm Tasha Jordan, from MPW. I was hoping for a quick interview with one of the newcomers to roster. May I come in?
Chicken: Oh...ummm...ye..yeah, please...please come in...umm...
Tasha Jordan: Thank you. Come on in Bobby!
Oh my god. There's a woman in my apartment. In MY apartment! Oh god, and I must look a mess. Oh god dammit Sweeney, what are you still doing here?
Sweeney: Oh, hi. I probably should be heading on out. I'll leave you two alone.
Wait! Oh no, I was just kidding. Don't leave me alone with a woman, I don't know what to say! Oh great, now I'm starting to sweat!
Tasha Jordan: Okay then, shall we take a seat?
Chicken: Oh, that's um..yeah, sure.
Oh boy, now I'm sitting next to a woman on my couch. Okay, cool it boy, just relax and play it cool, there's a cameraman right there!
Tasha Jordan: Alright, thank you for letting me into your apartment, umm, is the name Chicken?
Chicken: Well, umm...
Oh crap! How the hell can I forget my real name? Why do I have to be so nervous around women?
Chicken: Yeah...Chicken's fine.
Tasha Jordan: Really? Such a peculiar name...well then, let's get started. So what made you decide to join the Step Up roster?
That selfish twat John Fisherman. I'm so sick of that guy, always pushing me around, and always taking credit for what I do. Oh, but that's not the only reason. I promise that one day, I will get the lovely Ms. Biguns to notice me. Everything that I do is for her, and when she finally takes the time to notice me, she'll realize how much she means to me, and then everything will finally be okay. Oh no, Tasha's waiting for me to say something...
Chicken: Um...well, ah...you know. Just to get noticed...
Tasha Jordan: Okay then...well, judging from that bag of ice, things did not go your way last night during your debut. Can we expect more from you in your next match?
Of course. I may be in pain right now, but there's no way I'm going to just get up and leave. I want to make a name for myself, I may not got another chance to do so. If you want to stop me, then you might as well kill me, because I refuse to give up and quit! Uh oh...
Chicken: Of course...I just...uhh...yeah, you can expect more.
Tasha Jordan: ...short and sweet. Of course, along with the rest of the Step Up roster, you'll be making your pay-per-view debut at High Stakes when you and the rest of the roster take on the third member of the True Wrestling Icons, Jason Xavier. Do you have anything to say on the matter?
Well, I have no idea how it's going to go down, but this could be the best opportunity I have right now to get Ms. Biguns to notice me. If I can beat this guy, then she'll have to notice me, she just got to!
Chicken: Umm...well, it's a good opportunity for all of us and...uhh...I just hope we win.
Tasha Jordan: Seriously? Oh, umm, I mean...okay one last thing. Do you have anything to say to your next Step Up opponent, Brandon Nytrus?
Oh boy, what can I say? Just one false move and he could snap me like a twig. Oh god, now I'm starting to use the damn twig reference! But this guy isn't even afraid to beat up a woman, and I'd be lucky to be beaten by one. A huge difference between us, one where he has the biggest advantage. But am I afraid?
Chicken: Yes I do. Brandon, you're a big guy. But you know what? I have a big heart. I'm not afraid of you Brandon, I'll never be afraid of you. You seem to have no problem beating up women, but I'll have no problem beating your pussy ass! You don't scare me big guy. If anything, you should be scared of me! Next week, I'm gonna beat the crap out of you, you lanky moron bastard!!
Whoa! Where the hell did that come from? Oh crap, what the hell did I just say? Shit, I'm gonna get it now!
Tasha Jordan: Wow...well, umm, thanks for your time Chicken. It was...interesting.
Chicken: Oh, umm no problem...see you later Tasha.
I gave a smile to her as she leaves, but no reply. Guess I must have freaked her out. Dammit, why must I be so awkward! Well no, it doesn't matter what she thinks. I stand by what I said. Brandon, bring it on you piece of shit!
