A camera zoomed in on The Dream, right before his third match in BBW. He appeared once again by his trunk of hardcore wonders. Cyrus' gaze was heavily focused as he peered down into his arsenal of weapons. "Hmm... what to choose..." His signature barbed wire steel chair leaned against the trunk. The first choice must have been obvious for him.
The Dream was not alone, as the interviewer from the previous week once again approached him. Who knew what questions awaited Cyrus today. "Mr. Leone, are you available for questions today?"
Cyrus lifted his fist from the trunk revealing brass knuckles around his fist. He glanced at it for a moment before tossing it back in the trunk. "You're going to ask them anyways, so why not?"
The interviewer hesitated as The Dream reached into the trunk for something else, but quickly began after only a moment. "What are your thoughts on your last match against your former friend AJ Warner? Any motives behind your actions? And how do you feel about your victory."
Cyrus stood up, an angered expression on his face. "First off, I don't consider AJ a 'former' friend. Nor were there any motives to my 'actions.' If anyone hasn't realized this yet, it's pretty hard to label someone a 'good,' or 'bad' guy in extreme wrestling. That's bull s**t. Last week was business, no grudge, no hatred, just me and the Bad Chyld, beating the crap out of eachother." The Dream once again takes a seat, a smirk crossing his face. "And when the match was over, one man had the privilege of bleeding on this incredible show. However, I was the one victorious. So I'd say victory was pretty sweet."
The interviewer nodded and moved on to the next question. "What about your match with the Tiger Hat?"
Cyrus smiled with a nod as he pulls out a staple gun. "I'm feeling this!" He slips it in his back pocket before finally giving his attention to the interviewer's question. "Tonight is going to be so much fun, the so called Tigah has no where to run, we'll have no more than 10 feet between us at all times in what will no doubt be a bloody match."
"And what is that behind you?" The interviewer pointed out an object leaned against his chair.
Cyrus wore a full grin as he reached back and held up a wooden mounting plaque. "When I'm done tonight, I'm going to mount his stupid hat on here... Now if you'll excuse me." He pulled his hood over his head and picked up his chair before walking away to make his entrance.
The Dream was not alone, as the interviewer from the previous week once again approached him. Who knew what questions awaited Cyrus today. "Mr. Leone, are you available for questions today?"
Cyrus lifted his fist from the trunk revealing brass knuckles around his fist. He glanced at it for a moment before tossing it back in the trunk. "You're going to ask them anyways, so why not?"
The interviewer hesitated as The Dream reached into the trunk for something else, but quickly began after only a moment. "What are your thoughts on your last match against your former friend AJ Warner? Any motives behind your actions? And how do you feel about your victory."
Cyrus stood up, an angered expression on his face. "First off, I don't consider AJ a 'former' friend. Nor were there any motives to my 'actions.' If anyone hasn't realized this yet, it's pretty hard to label someone a 'good,' or 'bad' guy in extreme wrestling. That's bull s**t. Last week was business, no grudge, no hatred, just me and the Bad Chyld, beating the crap out of eachother." The Dream once again takes a seat, a smirk crossing his face. "And when the match was over, one man had the privilege of bleeding on this incredible show. However, I was the one victorious. So I'd say victory was pretty sweet."
The interviewer nodded and moved on to the next question. "What about your match with the Tiger Hat?"
Cyrus smiled with a nod as he pulls out a staple gun. "I'm feeling this!" He slips it in his back pocket before finally giving his attention to the interviewer's question. "Tonight is going to be so much fun, the so called Tigah has no where to run, we'll have no more than 10 feet between us at all times in what will no doubt be a bloody match."
"And what is that behind you?" The interviewer pointed out an object leaned against his chair.
Cyrus wore a full grin as he reached back and held up a wooden mounting plaque. "When I'm done tonight, I'm going to mount his stupid hat on here... Now if you'll excuse me." He pulled his hood over his head and picked up his chair before walking away to make his entrance.
