Post by thrashmetaldan on Jul 24, 2012 17:51:38 GMT -6
The scene opens on a well lit room where USPW reporter Alyssa, who is holding a microphone, is sitting across the room from Damien Vincent.
“Good morning, Washington! I’m Alyssa, here for USPW.com as part of our Summer Break Down series, with Damien Vincent: new talent, and rising star for United States Pro Wrestling. And a very ambitious one. He hasn’t taken an easy road to earning a title shot in his first two matches. He’s graciously agreed to be and discuss some of his journey, goals, and aspirations.”
Damien seems angry and bored out of his mind.
“I’d like to inform you, Alyssa, that I didn’t graciously agree to anything. I’ve come here and delayed my flight to Pensacola because it was my contractual obligation. Ask your questions and be done with it. I should be training with Crane in Florida. Not bothering with the prying masses.”
Alyssa seems slightly put off and confused, but quickly recovers her cool.
“Uh...so. Mr. Vincent. You were a virtual unknown when you signed your USPW contract. You’re a seven year veteran of the industry, but haven’t wrestled for a major promotion. The talent scouts knew of your for your trademarked ferocity and preparation, but the general public had never heard of you. In your last TV spot, you said that you didn’t care about the fan’s opinion of you, but you demanded their respect. Do you care to clarify?”
“Very well. I certainly don’t care about the worms opinion of me. Their the booger-eating, idiot, foolish majority seeking simple catharsis. They enjoy men like The Predator who cater to their need for heroes. I refuse to give them that. I won’t be a hero. It’s ultimately infeasible. Such men face bleak futures, Alyssa. Their affection must be earned through weakness. It’s those who are willing to play the game and defy convention who become the truly great: the transcendent warriors. Now, respect and fear on the other hand, can simply be taken. I’m quickly achieving that, I think we would both agree. I’ve taken possibly the most intimidating, then the toughest athletes on this roster and shown the public what they were actually made of. It’s my intention to continue to tear down these false and hollow men before the eyes of those who respect them and take that respect as my prize for victory. I’m consuming it. Feeding on their destruction, if you will.”
“Well, it seems to some that you didn’t exactly destroy your last, and next, opponent: Hajime. It looked to many as if you hardly came away with your health, and all this talk is crushing him is hot air.”
Damien’s eyes narrow.
“I was damaged, beaten, bruised, and neither us could walk correctly at the end. I received more wounds in that one battle than I have in the entirety of my career. And STILL, I walked away victorious. And now...Hajime is facing me enraged. I can’t tell you how much I’ve seethed over the idea of this rematch. The idea that the crowd can dictate my opponents is absurd. I have a bone to pick with management over this. There is no merit for it. He gave me the fight of my life, but I defeated him. Fairly and finally. Perhaps they shouldn’t expect me to play by their rules if they continue to make decisions such as this. I will use any and all of my arsenal to decimate him. And there is a darkness within me that he couldn’t possibly begin to comprehend. I shall bring all of it against him in Florida. I plan to ruin him.”
“Damien, how did you get started in this industry? It’s not typical for a young boy in Manchester to take up wrestling as early as you did, is it?”
“I have, and always have had anger management issues. I didn’t begin wrestling until I reached the age of 16, but years before that, I had studied kickboxing as an outlet. It continues to be the main staple of my arsenal. The fighting was mainly Crane’s idea. He enrolled me after I had taken to fighting my third grade class.”
“Do you mean, fighting IN your third grade class?”
Damien smiles and quietly chuckles.
“Sure. Because one of them would have proved a challenge.”
“Well...ugh, anyway, you mentioned Crane. That would of course be your stepfather and coach, Crane Vincent. Owner of the newly constructed Gauntlet training facility and a former world champion in his own right. How would you describe your relationship with him?”
“Crane married my mother, Victoria, when I was six years old. She’d been a wrestler herself before my birth, but there were complications to the pregnancy which left her unable to compete athletically. Crane eventually retired as a world champion, after he had defeated all of his rivals, and settled down with her. They have similar tendencies. It made sense. He has been my primary coach and trainer since I began wrestling.”
“And what about your personal relationship?”
Damien’s face is stone.
“Next question, Alyssa.”
“Alright. Well, you obviously don’t like most of the other wrestlers on the roster. Can you give me an explanation as to why?”
“Ah! Well, now we’re entering into questions that I actually care about answering! Well, Alyssa, since you were so kind as to ask, allow me give you a better explanation! During my youth, I was constantly surrounded by such people, as you might imagine. There was one common theme to them: nostalgia. That which binds us to things which are no longer relevant! All the potential they possessed, all the power they could have wielded was ruined by their love for convention. The old men fight fair, or don’t take their fighting unfairly nearly far enough. If you truly wish to dominate this business, you must be willing to crush all the opponents you’re presented with using all means that you have available.”
“You say old men, but you aren’t even the youngest talent on the roster.”
“Unimportant. I’m the new breed. The first of those who will fight with reckless abandon and refuse to be defeated under any circumstances. And even the other young men of the USPW shall learn to fear my will.”
“Damien, how do feel about the upcoming merger?”
“This merger doesn’t ultimately affect me. Although, it might present interesting opportunities. There will be more titles which I could secure now. There’s going to be an element of choice to this believe. Upper management has assured my camp that as long as I bring my typical intensity to the ring for this rematch, I will retain my title shot. But, they also intend to offer my opponent, the esteemed Japan Prodigy, one. Foolish, perhaps, but I think I may understand what they have in mind. One us may be leaving Freedom and joining the Revolution roster. This would offer us both ample opportunity. But whichever group I’m competing against, won’t understand what it’s up against until it’s tasted my wrath.”
“Alright, Mr. Vincent, final question: You continually mention the anger that fuels your fighting style. Where does that anger come from?”
Damien sits still for a moment, then his cheek begins to twitch. He abruptly stands.
“This interview is over, Alyssa! If you have any further questions, direct them to my promoter, Anthony Sanderson.”
He turns his attention directly to the camera and points his finger at it.
“If you’re watching this, Hajime, take heed. You’ll receive no mercy at Summer Break Down! I’ll leave you as the wretch you’ve always been in your heart. And no preparation on your part will prevent it. See you in Florida!”
He storms out. Alyssa is shaken, but remains professional.
“Well, uh, for USPW.com, I’m Alyssa. And as Damien said, see you in Florida.”
The screen fades to black.
“Good morning, Washington! I’m Alyssa, here for USPW.com as part of our Summer Break Down series, with Damien Vincent: new talent, and rising star for United States Pro Wrestling. And a very ambitious one. He hasn’t taken an easy road to earning a title shot in his first two matches. He’s graciously agreed to be and discuss some of his journey, goals, and aspirations.”
Damien seems angry and bored out of his mind.
“I’d like to inform you, Alyssa, that I didn’t graciously agree to anything. I’ve come here and delayed my flight to Pensacola because it was my contractual obligation. Ask your questions and be done with it. I should be training with Crane in Florida. Not bothering with the prying masses.”
Alyssa seems slightly put off and confused, but quickly recovers her cool.
“Uh...so. Mr. Vincent. You were a virtual unknown when you signed your USPW contract. You’re a seven year veteran of the industry, but haven’t wrestled for a major promotion. The talent scouts knew of your for your trademarked ferocity and preparation, but the general public had never heard of you. In your last TV spot, you said that you didn’t care about the fan’s opinion of you, but you demanded their respect. Do you care to clarify?”
“Very well. I certainly don’t care about the worms opinion of me. Their the booger-eating, idiot, foolish majority seeking simple catharsis. They enjoy men like The Predator who cater to their need for heroes. I refuse to give them that. I won’t be a hero. It’s ultimately infeasible. Such men face bleak futures, Alyssa. Their affection must be earned through weakness. It’s those who are willing to play the game and defy convention who become the truly great: the transcendent warriors. Now, respect and fear on the other hand, can simply be taken. I’m quickly achieving that, I think we would both agree. I’ve taken possibly the most intimidating, then the toughest athletes on this roster and shown the public what they were actually made of. It’s my intention to continue to tear down these false and hollow men before the eyes of those who respect them and take that respect as my prize for victory. I’m consuming it. Feeding on their destruction, if you will.”
“Well, it seems to some that you didn’t exactly destroy your last, and next, opponent: Hajime. It looked to many as if you hardly came away with your health, and all this talk is crushing him is hot air.”
Damien’s eyes narrow.
“I was damaged, beaten, bruised, and neither us could walk correctly at the end. I received more wounds in that one battle than I have in the entirety of my career. And STILL, I walked away victorious. And now...Hajime is facing me enraged. I can’t tell you how much I’ve seethed over the idea of this rematch. The idea that the crowd can dictate my opponents is absurd. I have a bone to pick with management over this. There is no merit for it. He gave me the fight of my life, but I defeated him. Fairly and finally. Perhaps they shouldn’t expect me to play by their rules if they continue to make decisions such as this. I will use any and all of my arsenal to decimate him. And there is a darkness within me that he couldn’t possibly begin to comprehend. I shall bring all of it against him in Florida. I plan to ruin him.”
“Damien, how did you get started in this industry? It’s not typical for a young boy in Manchester to take up wrestling as early as you did, is it?”
“I have, and always have had anger management issues. I didn’t begin wrestling until I reached the age of 16, but years before that, I had studied kickboxing as an outlet. It continues to be the main staple of my arsenal. The fighting was mainly Crane’s idea. He enrolled me after I had taken to fighting my third grade class.”
“Do you mean, fighting IN your third grade class?”
Damien smiles and quietly chuckles.
“Sure. Because one of them would have proved a challenge.”
“Well...ugh, anyway, you mentioned Crane. That would of course be your stepfather and coach, Crane Vincent. Owner of the newly constructed Gauntlet training facility and a former world champion in his own right. How would you describe your relationship with him?”
“Crane married my mother, Victoria, when I was six years old. She’d been a wrestler herself before my birth, but there were complications to the pregnancy which left her unable to compete athletically. Crane eventually retired as a world champion, after he had defeated all of his rivals, and settled down with her. They have similar tendencies. It made sense. He has been my primary coach and trainer since I began wrestling.”
“And what about your personal relationship?”
Damien’s face is stone.
“Next question, Alyssa.”
“Alright. Well, you obviously don’t like most of the other wrestlers on the roster. Can you give me an explanation as to why?”
“Ah! Well, now we’re entering into questions that I actually care about answering! Well, Alyssa, since you were so kind as to ask, allow me give you a better explanation! During my youth, I was constantly surrounded by such people, as you might imagine. There was one common theme to them: nostalgia. That which binds us to things which are no longer relevant! All the potential they possessed, all the power they could have wielded was ruined by their love for convention. The old men fight fair, or don’t take their fighting unfairly nearly far enough. If you truly wish to dominate this business, you must be willing to crush all the opponents you’re presented with using all means that you have available.”
“You say old men, but you aren’t even the youngest talent on the roster.”
“Unimportant. I’m the new breed. The first of those who will fight with reckless abandon and refuse to be defeated under any circumstances. And even the other young men of the USPW shall learn to fear my will.”
“Damien, how do feel about the upcoming merger?”
“This merger doesn’t ultimately affect me. Although, it might present interesting opportunities. There will be more titles which I could secure now. There’s going to be an element of choice to this believe. Upper management has assured my camp that as long as I bring my typical intensity to the ring for this rematch, I will retain my title shot. But, they also intend to offer my opponent, the esteemed Japan Prodigy, one. Foolish, perhaps, but I think I may understand what they have in mind. One us may be leaving Freedom and joining the Revolution roster. This would offer us both ample opportunity. But whichever group I’m competing against, won’t understand what it’s up against until it’s tasted my wrath.”
“Alright, Mr. Vincent, final question: You continually mention the anger that fuels your fighting style. Where does that anger come from?”
Damien sits still for a moment, then his cheek begins to twitch. He abruptly stands.
“This interview is over, Alyssa! If you have any further questions, direct them to my promoter, Anthony Sanderson.”
He turns his attention directly to the camera and points his finger at it.
“If you’re watching this, Hajime, take heed. You’ll receive no mercy at Summer Break Down! I’ll leave you as the wretch you’ve always been in your heart. And no preparation on your part will prevent it. See you in Florida!”
He storms out. Alyssa is shaken, but remains professional.
“Well, uh, for USPW.com, I’m Alyssa. And as Damien said, see you in Florida.”
The screen fades to black.