Post by The Predator on Jul 24, 2012 22:50:48 GMT -6
We open on the Predator, dressed to the nines, sitting at a table, several microphones in front of him, the USPW logo draped in front of him like a banner, as a crowd of reporters swarms around and camera's flash. Johnny steps in front.
"Alright, standard athlete's press conference, people. You ask a question when the big guy calls on ya, he answers, he calls on another one of ya, round and round we go. Trying to drum up some publicity for this awesome PPV we got coming down the pipe. I'll hand it off to the big man right now."
He walks back behind the table to join a beaming Lana, and pats Predator on the shoulder. He smiles and nods, and selects the first reporter just as the clammer begins. The reporter steps forward.
"Mr....Rogers, as you now wish to be called. This is being billed as the final contest between you and Matt Hawk. Can you comment on that."
The Predator nods.
"Hawk and myself have been doing this dance for over a month. Match after match, I haven't been able to put him away, but I've shut him down time and time again, and everytime we've been in the ring together, I've walked away with a tie or a win, and that pisses him off. So he's hounded me like bad odor, made my life hell, and this, this is my opportunity to wash my hands of him. He's an arrogant, macho prick with a violent entitled streak, and I'm done looking over my shoulder for him. This time, right here in Florida, I'm going to beat him decisively, and prove, once and for all, I am better. If I win this match, my record over Hawk moves to 3-0-1, and he no longer has anything at all to say to or about me."
He signals another report, who steps forward and offers, "How do you plan on closing this epic rivalry out with a victory? Hawk presents the same formidable challenge as always, big power and technical mastery. With all the bad blood that has been brewing between you, he is going to be very motivated. What is your strategy."
Predator chuckles. "I respect the hell outta Hawk as a wrestler and a champion. He's a legend. There aren't many guys he can't overpower, very few guys he can't outmean, and very few he can't outwrestle. I'm just a godawful styles matchup for him; I'm bigger, I'm stronger, and I'm better. Our matches together show that when he doesn't have the option of going dirty to pull one over on me, I usually come out on top rather clearly. I'm just going to do what I have been doing against him, and it should work again."
He points at a new reporter. "The Final Glory holds a unique place in pro wrestling right now...It's the only finish to see 30 plus uses, and has not once been kicked out of. It is the most successful prolific finishing maneuver in the big leagues. Care to enlighten your fans as to why?"
Predator runs his hands together, grinning.
"The Final Glory is the perfect move for me, because it makes use of all my gifts as a competitor; As a variation of a vertical suplex, it takes advantage of my height. As a jackknife slam, it takes advantage of my weight and my core strength. And, because half the impact is supposed to be between my chest and my opponent's collarbone, it requires a good deal of precision to perform in a way that utilizes its full, damaging impact. I've broken sternums with it. I fractured Fred Westboro's spine with it, as unfortunate an outcome as that was. When I use it, it is the most devastating move in wrestling, I'm convinced."
The next reporter has a question that makes the crowd murmur. "We gotta get your picks, big man, it's customary."
Predator grins. "I like Hajime to even the score with Vincent, because I want to see him get his ass beat. I'm going to defeat Matt Hawk. Mike Mahoney wins his damn sham of a match. And I like Izzy Inzane to make the leap up to Global Champion. Next?"
A reporter's voice rings out. "When are you going to use that Champion's Advantage briefcase?"
Predator flashes teeth. "When I feel the opportunity is ripe, when I am ready, and when I feel the championship needs me to win it. Last question... You."
"Will you retire once again upon winning the championship, if indeed you do someday?"
The Predator pauses. Waits.
"Press Conference over."
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"Alright, standard athlete's press conference, people. You ask a question when the big guy calls on ya, he answers, he calls on another one of ya, round and round we go. Trying to drum up some publicity for this awesome PPV we got coming down the pipe. I'll hand it off to the big man right now."
He walks back behind the table to join a beaming Lana, and pats Predator on the shoulder. He smiles and nods, and selects the first reporter just as the clammer begins. The reporter steps forward.
"Mr....Rogers, as you now wish to be called. This is being billed as the final contest between you and Matt Hawk. Can you comment on that."
The Predator nods.
"Hawk and myself have been doing this dance for over a month. Match after match, I haven't been able to put him away, but I've shut him down time and time again, and everytime we've been in the ring together, I've walked away with a tie or a win, and that pisses him off. So he's hounded me like bad odor, made my life hell, and this, this is my opportunity to wash my hands of him. He's an arrogant, macho prick with a violent entitled streak, and I'm done looking over my shoulder for him. This time, right here in Florida, I'm going to beat him decisively, and prove, once and for all, I am better. If I win this match, my record over Hawk moves to 3-0-1, and he no longer has anything at all to say to or about me."
He signals another report, who steps forward and offers, "How do you plan on closing this epic rivalry out with a victory? Hawk presents the same formidable challenge as always, big power and technical mastery. With all the bad blood that has been brewing between you, he is going to be very motivated. What is your strategy."
Predator chuckles. "I respect the hell outta Hawk as a wrestler and a champion. He's a legend. There aren't many guys he can't overpower, very few guys he can't outmean, and very few he can't outwrestle. I'm just a godawful styles matchup for him; I'm bigger, I'm stronger, and I'm better. Our matches together show that when he doesn't have the option of going dirty to pull one over on me, I usually come out on top rather clearly. I'm just going to do what I have been doing against him, and it should work again."
He points at a new reporter. "The Final Glory holds a unique place in pro wrestling right now...It's the only finish to see 30 plus uses, and has not once been kicked out of. It is the most successful prolific finishing maneuver in the big leagues. Care to enlighten your fans as to why?"
Predator runs his hands together, grinning.
"The Final Glory is the perfect move for me, because it makes use of all my gifts as a competitor; As a variation of a vertical suplex, it takes advantage of my height. As a jackknife slam, it takes advantage of my weight and my core strength. And, because half the impact is supposed to be between my chest and my opponent's collarbone, it requires a good deal of precision to perform in a way that utilizes its full, damaging impact. I've broken sternums with it. I fractured Fred Westboro's spine with it, as unfortunate an outcome as that was. When I use it, it is the most devastating move in wrestling, I'm convinced."
The next reporter has a question that makes the crowd murmur. "We gotta get your picks, big man, it's customary."
Predator grins. "I like Hajime to even the score with Vincent, because I want to see him get his ass beat. I'm going to defeat Matt Hawk. Mike Mahoney wins his damn sham of a match. And I like Izzy Inzane to make the leap up to Global Champion. Next?"
A reporter's voice rings out. "When are you going to use that Champion's Advantage briefcase?"
Predator flashes teeth. "When I feel the opportunity is ripe, when I am ready, and when I feel the championship needs me to win it. Last question... You."
"Will you retire once again upon winning the championship, if indeed you do someday?"
The Predator pauses. Waits.
"Press Conference over."
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