"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with a contender for the Undisputed Championship, Freakshow.. Frea-"
Freak cuts him off, putting his hand over the microphone,
"Lets hurry this up kiddo, I'mma a busy man,"
The new yorker says out of the corner of his mouth, tapping at an invisible watch on his wrist.
""Umm.. Last week you lost you're Deif-"
"Lets not use that word... Lost. I don't like that word."
"... Last week the Defic Title.. Fell out of your possession. How do you feel about this?"
"I'm gunna be totally honest with you buddy.. When I walked into the fatal four way.. I knew, that I had a 25% chance of losing that belt.." He nods, acknowledging the odds of defending the title in a multi man match. "..Because I had a stomach virus," Or not, "But you know what? The title couldn't have gone to a better guy.. My friend, The Best in The Business, Brantley Summers," He pats the man on the back.
"O-k... Many have noted there is a lot of animosity and tension going into your match with Mike Landry, where the current champion, Chrono Clepsydra will be seated a ringside. Are you concerned with competing in such a dangerous environment,"
"Hahaahhahaha.. Chrono and Landry?! You know what, I've known em' for a looong time.. And ya know what? I don't get em'. I don't understand em'. I see them, I watch them on TV in this arms race, this aristocrats joke of a rivalry... And I don't understand it. Because you see, I am a PRO-FESS-ION-AL.
He sounds the word out as if the fans are dumb, which he's certain they are, "I'm not a criminal, or a god, or a dragonslayer, or a ******** fairy-hunter, whatever it is with all this riff raff. I'm not a fat slob like all these audience members. When I'm in WWFG, I do my job. You know what I could do? I could be like Chrono. I could... Run around.. Reviving the dead, knocking up some ladies. But I won't, what do I wanna do that for? I don't do that. I don't get paid to do that. I can get all the bitches in the world anyways.. All I gotta do is walk into a bar... Hey babe, you see me? I'm on TV.. I don't need to break the law to get some hot p***y. I know how to separate my personal life from my professional life. Example: What do you think Landry does when he gets home tonight?"
He pauses to let the interviewer answer, but starts talking again before he can even get a word in..
"It was rhetorical. He barricades his doors shut. He paints his windows black. He goes to bed, and he lays there, wiiiiide awake. Thinking about all his past sins. Thinking about all the wrong he's done. That's because he's not a professional. My old boss, he pulls all his resources, he wastes all this money on making Landry, a man who doesn't deserve to lace my boots, miserable. I know he's intelligent. But he can't even keep his own wife under control. His own wife... What does that say about the man?
So to answer your question, Mikey, heh, am I concerned going into this? No. You know what I'm gunna do? I'm gunna go to the ring, and imma slap Landry right in the face. I'll walk right up to the announce table, smack Chrono right upside the head, and I'll tell them to get there s**t together. Then I'll walk up to Phoenixfire, lovely doll, and bam, left uppercut, right to the jaw. Then I'll go out on the town in my limo, and party until the Pay Per View, then I'll win the title, probably while I'm drunk. Chrono, Landry, tonight, your little family affair.. Is the least of your problems. "
