Post by silver on Aug 13, 2007 16:47:11 GMT -6
The scene fades in on Silver. The young man is pacing around the fountain in the same massive living room he was smoking in during his last promo. He’s wearing a red and white striped polo tee-shirt, with his arms crossed above his chest. A silver and gold wrist watch glints out from the nook of his right elbow, and he holds a cigarette in his open right hand. A pair of faded blue jeans is held securely around his waist with a black threaded leather belt. The bottoms of his jeans drag on the floor, and effectively cover the tops of his stark white Sketchers tennis shoes.
“That f**king interviewer better get here soon, he’s already a half an hour late.” Silver said to no one in particular, but his older half brother grunted in response. Silver stopped in mid-stride, and looked over at Leon. The mountain like black man was sprawled out on the couch and coffee table. His tree trunk sized arms hung over the back of the black, leather, couch, and his size thirty seven feet were propped up onto the coffee table.
Silver glanced at his watch again, sneered, and almost started to begin pacing again when a short series of knocks came from the large ebony doors at the other end of the room. Leon looked at the door behind him, and then back to his brother. “You gonna get that?”
Silver didn’t respond as he walked towards the large doors, and quickly wrenched them open. He found Greg Kilgreen standing on the other side. Power On Wrestling’s senior interviewer looked like hell. His hair had sticks and twigs in it, blood streamed down from one of his nostrils, and dirt was smeared all over his face.
“You’re late.” Silver said in place of a polite or even concerned greeting. “Get in here. I’ll call someone to help you clean up, and you can get this damn interview over while we wait.” Greg nodded, and limped in as Silver flipped out his cell phone and made two quick calls. One, to the paramedic, and the other to a leather cleaner who makes house calls. “So, Greg I have one question for you before we start. Just how did you get my fax number? I mean, really, most people I know don’t even know I have a fax. Let alone someone I can barely stand.”
“It was on your POW contract.” Greg said breathlessly as he found a spot on the sofa. Greg sunk into the comfort of the large couch. Forgetting for a moment what he was here to do. Until Silver cleared his throat. “Oh, right. The interview…”
“That’s right, Greg. You only have until the ambulance is here to finish it.” Silver said, his voice showing his irritation.
“Well, first question then. How do you feel about your first tag team loss?” Greg said, barely able to hold the pen to his pad. Leon looked over at him and snatched both items out of his hands.
“Dude, I’ll take the notes. Just so we won’t have to go through this again.” Leon said. Greg mumbled a short thanks, before Silver started to answer.
“Well Greg, if you paid one iota of attention to your television then you would know how I felt about that. And, you wouldn’t have to waste my time asking me these pointless questions.” Silver said, letting his statement hang in the air. Kilgreen allowed himself to gulp at the air, showing his lack of comfort.
“Next question then,” Greg said, trying to regain some manner of his composure. “What did you think about Shadow’s announcement that he and Hellfire used to be Tag Team Champs at UWW?”
Silver chuckled a little bit, though the smile did not reach his eyes. His eyes remained cold and deadly. “Well, at first I thought he was lying. Just saying it to try to get under my and Lestat’s skin. But, then I went and talked to Jay T. Nitro about it, and, he told me it was true. I nearly pissed myself right there in his office. Then I thought of three possible situations that would have given The Order their tag team titles.” Silver paused for a moment to light a cigarette. “The first possible answer to this riddle is that Shadow simply paid the champs before him and Hellfire to lie down. But, I realized that that option is impossible. I mean just looking at Shadow will tell you he doesn’t have that kind of cash. His hair just looks like its closest relative is a grease trap at McDonalds, it would seriously look better if he went ahead with a set of dreadlocks. He’s already well on his way there. And, you’d think that if he had enough money to pay off a team of true champions, he’d be able to afford some hair die to cover up that nasty premature graying he’s got going. And, that huge leather trench of his would definitely look better if it spent five minutes with the cleaners. And, finally that rusty as slab of metal he calls a sword. I’ve got one word for it: Trash.”
“What are your other two theories?” Leon asked, smiling. He had heard this rant before, and knew that the best part was coming.
“Saya,” Silver said, expecting everyone to understand. But, Greg Kilgreen fixed Silver with his usual confused gaze. “I thought that maybe Shadow had whored her out to win that title. But, then I realized that she has slept with shadow himself. After touching something like that no one in the entire world would want to touch her with a ten foot pole.
“The third, I’ve decided, must be the most likely thing that could have happened. I mean just imagine this. Shadow and Hellfire crawl into the ring, and the tag team champs finally get a look at who they are facing. Then the current champs, drop to the ground and die laughing. The Order wins by default.” Silver said chuckling again.
The beaten interviewer nods his head, and allows himself to laugh a little. “Alright, last question. Why a TLC match?”
“You know what Greg,” Silver asked the senior interviewer. “That’s actually a good question. Why a TLC match, and the answer to it is actually quiet simple. Because, before I came to the world of professional wrestling I was the best damn thing in TLC’s. Yeah, I know, most backyard wrestling leagues or amateur wrestling feds don’t really have the best track record on how their wrestlers compare to the pros. But, I was still the best, I eventually got to a point where men in the prime of their life, the size of my brother,” Silver pointed at Leon before continuing. “Who could stand toe-to-toe with Shawn Stevens, crying like an infant. Simply because they found out that they were going to be in a TLC match with yours truly. So, you better watch out Shadow, because at Legendaria you’re going to find out what real Hell is like.”
Silver finished, just as a knock sounded on the door. The scene fades to black as Silver walks to answer it.
“That f**king interviewer better get here soon, he’s already a half an hour late.” Silver said to no one in particular, but his older half brother grunted in response. Silver stopped in mid-stride, and looked over at Leon. The mountain like black man was sprawled out on the couch and coffee table. His tree trunk sized arms hung over the back of the black, leather, couch, and his size thirty seven feet were propped up onto the coffee table.
Silver glanced at his watch again, sneered, and almost started to begin pacing again when a short series of knocks came from the large ebony doors at the other end of the room. Leon looked at the door behind him, and then back to his brother. “You gonna get that?”
Silver didn’t respond as he walked towards the large doors, and quickly wrenched them open. He found Greg Kilgreen standing on the other side. Power On Wrestling’s senior interviewer looked like hell. His hair had sticks and twigs in it, blood streamed down from one of his nostrils, and dirt was smeared all over his face.
“You’re late.” Silver said in place of a polite or even concerned greeting. “Get in here. I’ll call someone to help you clean up, and you can get this damn interview over while we wait.” Greg nodded, and limped in as Silver flipped out his cell phone and made two quick calls. One, to the paramedic, and the other to a leather cleaner who makes house calls. “So, Greg I have one question for you before we start. Just how did you get my fax number? I mean, really, most people I know don’t even know I have a fax. Let alone someone I can barely stand.”
“It was on your POW contract.” Greg said breathlessly as he found a spot on the sofa. Greg sunk into the comfort of the large couch. Forgetting for a moment what he was here to do. Until Silver cleared his throat. “Oh, right. The interview…”
“That’s right, Greg. You only have until the ambulance is here to finish it.” Silver said, his voice showing his irritation.
“Well, first question then. How do you feel about your first tag team loss?” Greg said, barely able to hold the pen to his pad. Leon looked over at him and snatched both items out of his hands.
“Dude, I’ll take the notes. Just so we won’t have to go through this again.” Leon said. Greg mumbled a short thanks, before Silver started to answer.
“Well Greg, if you paid one iota of attention to your television then you would know how I felt about that. And, you wouldn’t have to waste my time asking me these pointless questions.” Silver said, letting his statement hang in the air. Kilgreen allowed himself to gulp at the air, showing his lack of comfort.
“Next question then,” Greg said, trying to regain some manner of his composure. “What did you think about Shadow’s announcement that he and Hellfire used to be Tag Team Champs at UWW?”
Silver chuckled a little bit, though the smile did not reach his eyes. His eyes remained cold and deadly. “Well, at first I thought he was lying. Just saying it to try to get under my and Lestat’s skin. But, then I went and talked to Jay T. Nitro about it, and, he told me it was true. I nearly pissed myself right there in his office. Then I thought of three possible situations that would have given The Order their tag team titles.” Silver paused for a moment to light a cigarette. “The first possible answer to this riddle is that Shadow simply paid the champs before him and Hellfire to lie down. But, I realized that that option is impossible. I mean just looking at Shadow will tell you he doesn’t have that kind of cash. His hair just looks like its closest relative is a grease trap at McDonalds, it would seriously look better if he went ahead with a set of dreadlocks. He’s already well on his way there. And, you’d think that if he had enough money to pay off a team of true champions, he’d be able to afford some hair die to cover up that nasty premature graying he’s got going. And, that huge leather trench of his would definitely look better if it spent five minutes with the cleaners. And, finally that rusty as slab of metal he calls a sword. I’ve got one word for it: Trash.”
“What are your other two theories?” Leon asked, smiling. He had heard this rant before, and knew that the best part was coming.
“Saya,” Silver said, expecting everyone to understand. But, Greg Kilgreen fixed Silver with his usual confused gaze. “I thought that maybe Shadow had whored her out to win that title. But, then I realized that she has slept with shadow himself. After touching something like that no one in the entire world would want to touch her with a ten foot pole.
“The third, I’ve decided, must be the most likely thing that could have happened. I mean just imagine this. Shadow and Hellfire crawl into the ring, and the tag team champs finally get a look at who they are facing. Then the current champs, drop to the ground and die laughing. The Order wins by default.” Silver said chuckling again.
The beaten interviewer nods his head, and allows himself to laugh a little. “Alright, last question. Why a TLC match?”
“You know what Greg,” Silver asked the senior interviewer. “That’s actually a good question. Why a TLC match, and the answer to it is actually quiet simple. Because, before I came to the world of professional wrestling I was the best damn thing in TLC’s. Yeah, I know, most backyard wrestling leagues or amateur wrestling feds don’t really have the best track record on how their wrestlers compare to the pros. But, I was still the best, I eventually got to a point where men in the prime of their life, the size of my brother,” Silver pointed at Leon before continuing. “Who could stand toe-to-toe with Shawn Stevens, crying like an infant. Simply because they found out that they were going to be in a TLC match with yours truly. So, you better watch out Shadow, because at Legendaria you’re going to find out what real Hell is like.”
Silver finished, just as a knock sounded on the door. The scene fades to black as Silver walks to answer it.