Post by Amadeus on Mar 25, 2021 15:37:32 GMT -5
My hands tingle and my chest burns with each breath of anticipation. I’ve been laying in wait to debut and I destroyed my first opponent. Now comes the next target of the menacing monstrosity that is the Only True Artist of the wrestling world. “The divides converge as Amadeus and Jojo the Dancing Freak collide at The Ides.”
My chest raises and lowers as a laugh escapes my throat. “There’s only one question. Jojo are you ready to step into the role of the next to be decimated? Are you ready to become another statistic in the win column of Revolution’s fastest rising star?”
The landscape of Revolution One has drastically changed. A new era is at dawn. Thoughts that encompass my very existence. “If there’s such a thing as the next big thing, I’m it.” I know that’s doubted as I look into the eyes of those in attendance of the press conference. One reporter appears to be the most doubtful.
“Do you really think you’re better than the likes of Chelsea Leclair, Cartier, or even Damien "Khaos" Carter ?” Before his final words are even spoke the look upon his face foretells his acknowledgment of my anger. I refuse to budge as I allow the uncomfortable silence burden upon the crowd.
My tongue becomes sore as my teeth hold back the answer I want to give. “Jojo the Dancing Freak will answer your question after The Ides convenes.” If the guy can even talk is the thought stuck in my throat. Ahh. Screw it. “He’ll answer if he’s able to recover after extensive reconstructive facial surgery. If I shut him up permanently I suppose that still answer’s your question, doesn’t it?” I hate reporters and dirt sheet scumbags.
I eye the next guy before he even speaks. His fingers tremble as he grasp the microphone. “Where do you expect your career to go after The Ides?” Does the words Legacy Heavyweight Title mean anything. I refrain from the thought escaping.
“Honestly. I think I’ll have some questions to answer to management.”
“What does that mean?”
I guess I’m going to have to spell it out for the guy. “I'll say it slow so your simple mind can grasp what you fail to see right in front of you.” He smirks an arrogance. “I’m pretty sure my Harvad education outwits your college of hard knocks.”
I step down from the podium and take each of the three steps slowly looking him in the eye. The commotion of the room suggest that they think things are going to get physical. He backs away slowly but he’s surrounded by more reporters with no place to go.
“Where else do you suspect I should be after putting a man into the intensive care unit.?” I brush his shoulder for the imaginary filth on his suit jacket and then grasp his collar. “Don’t you think such violence shouldn’t be questioned? I won’t be liable of course. Accidents happen inside of that ring and Jojo… Well… It’ll be an accident…” I loosen my grasp as he swallows hard.
Turning back towards the podium I choose to sit on the edge of the stage instead of walking up the steps. I motion for a microphone and take my position ready to step up again if the question requires.
The next guy chooses his words more carefully. “How do you feel about Jojo’s in ring style?” Staying with my opponent, good.
“You’ve got to respect a man who will do anything for victory. Despite the illegal moves or cheap shots that’s got to be taken. Evading confrontation though? No matter how you spin it that speaks volumes. It’s the utterance of a coward. He’s got yellow running through his veins. He’s got more yellow stripes than caution tape.”
I guess we’ll find out if he squeals like a pig as well. Unlike Charlotte’s web the pig dies. Things I didn’t say but definitely think when the subject of Jojo’s in ring style comes up.
“We’ve only seen your one match in Revolution One but your style suggest that you like things a little more on the hardcore side of things. Am I accurate in that?”
This guy has done his homework. “If it comes to it I’m not against bending or even breaking the rules if I need too.” I should of resisted the smile that came with the answer. “I of course… won’t break the rules… if the referee is looking.” Forget trying to hide the smile. I’ll give them what they want. It’s entertainment right?
The gorgeous redhead in the back of the room I’ve had my eye on is next. She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue before she speaks. “What would you say about the landscape of Revolution One?” She smiles as she lowers the microphone.
I stand from my seated position on the edge of the stage. “The landscape is changing. I started that against Jesse Lee and come Ides I change it a little bit more by dispersing of the Dancing Freak. It’s not overly complicated. It really is rather simple. I came to Revolution One to make a name for myself. In order to do that I have to sacrifice some opponents inside of the ring. The next name just happens to be Jojo. If anyone is to blame for that it’s Revolution One not Amadeus.
I don’t have the ability to choose my opponents. How I leave them laying in the ring even isn’t my choice, it’s theirs. Stay down the punishment ends. Get up and I’ll have to put you down for good.”
The microphone is passed onto another reporter but I’ve decided that I’ve play this little game of question and answers enough. I don’t get paid extra for this hence I do it on my own terms. I sit the microphone down and begin to walk away as the reporter can only shrug as I leave.
My chest raises and lowers as a laugh escapes my throat. “There’s only one question. Jojo are you ready to step into the role of the next to be decimated? Are you ready to become another statistic in the win column of Revolution’s fastest rising star?”
The landscape of Revolution One has drastically changed. A new era is at dawn. Thoughts that encompass my very existence. “If there’s such a thing as the next big thing, I’m it.” I know that’s doubted as I look into the eyes of those in attendance of the press conference. One reporter appears to be the most doubtful.
“Do you really think you’re better than the likes of Chelsea Leclair, Cartier, or even Damien "Khaos" Carter ?” Before his final words are even spoke the look upon his face foretells his acknowledgment of my anger. I refuse to budge as I allow the uncomfortable silence burden upon the crowd.
My tongue becomes sore as my teeth hold back the answer I want to give. “Jojo the Dancing Freak will answer your question after The Ides convenes.” If the guy can even talk is the thought stuck in my throat. Ahh. Screw it. “He’ll answer if he’s able to recover after extensive reconstructive facial surgery. If I shut him up permanently I suppose that still answer’s your question, doesn’t it?” I hate reporters and dirt sheet scumbags.
I eye the next guy before he even speaks. His fingers tremble as he grasp the microphone. “Where do you expect your career to go after The Ides?” Does the words Legacy Heavyweight Title mean anything. I refrain from the thought escaping.
“Honestly. I think I’ll have some questions to answer to management.”
“What does that mean?”
I guess I’m going to have to spell it out for the guy. “I'll say it slow so your simple mind can grasp what you fail to see right in front of you.” He smirks an arrogance. “I’m pretty sure my Harvad education outwits your college of hard knocks.”
I step down from the podium and take each of the three steps slowly looking him in the eye. The commotion of the room suggest that they think things are going to get physical. He backs away slowly but he’s surrounded by more reporters with no place to go.
“Where else do you suspect I should be after putting a man into the intensive care unit.?” I brush his shoulder for the imaginary filth on his suit jacket and then grasp his collar. “Don’t you think such violence shouldn’t be questioned? I won’t be liable of course. Accidents happen inside of that ring and Jojo… Well… It’ll be an accident…” I loosen my grasp as he swallows hard.
Turning back towards the podium I choose to sit on the edge of the stage instead of walking up the steps. I motion for a microphone and take my position ready to step up again if the question requires.
The next guy chooses his words more carefully. “How do you feel about Jojo’s in ring style?” Staying with my opponent, good.
“You’ve got to respect a man who will do anything for victory. Despite the illegal moves or cheap shots that’s got to be taken. Evading confrontation though? No matter how you spin it that speaks volumes. It’s the utterance of a coward. He’s got yellow running through his veins. He’s got more yellow stripes than caution tape.”
I guess we’ll find out if he squeals like a pig as well. Unlike Charlotte’s web the pig dies. Things I didn’t say but definitely think when the subject of Jojo’s in ring style comes up.
“We’ve only seen your one match in Revolution One but your style suggest that you like things a little more on the hardcore side of things. Am I accurate in that?”
This guy has done his homework. “If it comes to it I’m not against bending or even breaking the rules if I need too.” I should of resisted the smile that came with the answer. “I of course… won’t break the rules… if the referee is looking.” Forget trying to hide the smile. I’ll give them what they want. It’s entertainment right?
The gorgeous redhead in the back of the room I’ve had my eye on is next. She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue before she speaks. “What would you say about the landscape of Revolution One?” She smiles as she lowers the microphone.
I stand from my seated position on the edge of the stage. “The landscape is changing. I started that against Jesse Lee and come Ides I change it a little bit more by dispersing of the Dancing Freak. It’s not overly complicated. It really is rather simple. I came to Revolution One to make a name for myself. In order to do that I have to sacrifice some opponents inside of the ring. The next name just happens to be Jojo. If anyone is to blame for that it’s Revolution One not Amadeus.
I don’t have the ability to choose my opponents. How I leave them laying in the ring even isn’t my choice, it’s theirs. Stay down the punishment ends. Get up and I’ll have to put you down for good.”
The microphone is passed onto another reporter but I’ve decided that I’ve play this little game of question and answers enough. I don’t get paid extra for this hence I do it on my own terms. I sit the microphone down and begin to walk away as the reporter can only shrug as I leave.