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 Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 6:58 pm
 The camera faded in to the show a sheet hanging from the wall with a large white "BBW" logo on it, which red splatters on the letters. The scene panned out rather slowly to reveal the blonde female that had become known as Shanahan's personal assistant over the past few weeks. Unlike last time, she looked ready for the interview. Nervous as hell, sure; however, she wasn't fumbling with note cards this time. With her guest, she figured she had more than enough questions in mind. Or he'd go off on a tangent. The latter would surely save her some embarrassment. "L-ladies and gentlemen, at this time I would like to introduce my g-guest this week... the BBW Champion, Salem Craft!... O-oh, welcome to Mindy's Corner!" She stammered, trying to keep a bright smile on her face all the while.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:44 pm
Stepping into frame at the mention of his name, Salem stood next to the nervous nelly as she fumbled over her notes. Across Croft's shoulder was his beloved BBW Championship, pristinely polished to a righteous shine. Not so clean-looking, though, was the world champion, himself - his wrists were taped up in his traditional style, up to the elbow in the faded white wraps. His black tee was faded, a funereal theme to the picture of himself with pennies over his eyes reading "Sorry For Your Loss", and his five o'clock shadow had stretched by a couple hours. Still, the world champ was all smiles as he stood next to Mindy, holding his trademark jar of change. Glancing over at the camera to nod, he turned his attention back towards his hostess.
"Thanks a lot for having me, Mindy." he said in a smooth, casual tone. "Glad to be here."
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 9:21 pm
Mindy looked up to the champion as he entered the frame, her big blue eyes confirming mentally that he was the guy she was told to interview. Good, she wouldn't get fired today. "T-thanks for coming on! I don't wanna get fi-... I mean! Uh... You're the ch-champion so... anyways. Y-you made a huge impact at Hardcore Harvest. But Mr. Shanahan had no idea you'd even be there, at least that's what he says... c-could you clarify the situation, and maybe share what drove you to compete that night?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 2:34 pm
Salem nodded with a soft chuckle, glancing from the corner of his eye at the camera before turning his gaze back to his hostess.
"You know, it's funny, Mindy..." Salem said casually, looking the timid girl over while clutching his jar of change. "They say fortune favors the brave, but how quickly the rich become cowards behind their wealth. Well, Salem Croft is no coward. He's a warrior, and warriors accept the challenge when it's made to them."
Taking a second to look back into the camera, Salem continued to talk towards the audience in a smooth, fluid tone, his brow firm and jaw rigid with the quiet authority he put into his words.
"I got the call originally from Matt to appear on the show following Hardcore Harvest. Like everyone else in this industry, he wanted to see what the "Most Wanted Man in Wrestling" is all about. So I answered his call, and Wrestling's Favorite Son showed up in Salem to support Bad Blood Wrestling, to see the talent and the trailers and get a feel for what this place was all about, right back. But when Jarel's opponent didn't even have the balls to show, this warrior took it upon himself to step up and accept the challenge himself - 'cause like I said, Mindy...Salem Croft is no coward. But I proved more than that, didn't I?" he asked rhetorically, almost with a tone of condescension.
"I proved I was a world champion," he continued with a pat of his championship belt draped over his shoulder. "I proved that even if I couldn't beat the legend, I could beat the man...and as another man once famously said, "To be the man, you've got to beat the man," but let me tell you something, Mindy..." the rookie whispered, turning his attention back to the professional personality. "...I'm still hungry."
Eyes back on the lens, the M.W. Deuce turned his shoulders a bit to face the camera more directly, as though he wanted to see a little better. Or perhaps someone to see him better.
See, I've been having trouble sleeping lately, because every time I close my eyes I see Jarel waking up...that fearsome b*****d rising back to his feet just barely after I'd managed to pin him. I see the dead look in his eyes, the knowledge that even then, even after those fateful three seconds, it wasn't over between him and I. But as bad as he wants this belt, I want it more. As much as he wants to stack the cards against me, I want to rattle his cage until that house of cards comes toppling down around him, because this time, I'm going to leave no doubt. This time, I'll leave no survivors. This time, the Godfather of Hardcore meets the Heir-Apparent...and it will become apparent to Jarel, to the BBW Universe, to everyone...what my two cents are, when they're laying over those lifeless eyes of his."
Looking back over at Miss Mindy, he eyed the woman as he waited for her reply to his rather long-winded response.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 4:45 pm
Mindy's suspicions on Salem's ability to take off with a topic and sprint with it were right. All she had to do was stand there, listen, and wait for the man to finish. Her nerves were on the fritz from being so close to a man with that much energy, he could haul off and hit her at any second!
Once he was done, her eyes remained locked on his, as if waiting for him to continue. It took a moment of silence to remind her that she was interviewing the man, he was just going on a tirade. "O-oh! Yes, speaking of Jarel... w-what are your thoughts on him coming after your belt? D-do you think you'll be prepared to face him, whenever the time comes?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 5:10 pm
This time, the chuckle that came out from Salem's mouth was more of a laugh, and its tone was much more menacing than before as he looked up into the camera with a wicked grin.
"Hah! Jarel...you know, he's had a lot of nasty things to say about me lately, hasn't he? Yeah, I've heard him talk about what he'll do to me, this "Dragon"...but there's a creature scarier than the dragon, a close cousin that's as ancient and evil as time, itself, and that's the snake. See, I was born in 'eighty-nine, which makes me a serpent according to the Chinese Zodiac, should you believe in such a thing. The Dragon has its own year, too, but what Jarel doesn't know is that king snakes like me..." Salem said, glancing at his shoulder to his beloved title, the crown of his rookie accomplishments.
"Cobras...we don't kill each other with our venom when we encounter each other. We slam each other into the ground until only one is left standing. See, I don't need to sting you with my words to prove my point, Jarel. I'm going to let my fists do the talking, and boy do they have a lot to say about these claims you've been making."
The hand stroking his belt would drop down to his side, knuckles flexing against his wrist wraps while his eyes lowered into a cold stare towards the camera lens.
"They're antsy, Jarel. Itching to wrap around your throat and feel the last breath you take before I hurl you into that hearse and take you on a funeral drive. Jarel's jabbawockys don't frighten me, nothing frightens me...because fear is simply hesitation in the face of duty. And as your world champion, it's my duty to send Mr. Damone on a one-way ticket to Hell...hope you like the backseat, Jarel. I'll be looking at you in the rear view for a long time to come."
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 2:48 pm
The amount of intensity Salem delivered with his words was far too intimidating for the young assistant. She practically stepped out of the shot to get some distance between her and the man that wanted to choke someone. Once he was done with his speech, she managed to step closer, still fearing for her health.
"I s-see, that's a... bizarre metaphor to make," Mindy stammered while attempting to smile through her nerves, "I-if you manage to beat Jarel, do you see any other challengers on the h-horizon? Is there anyone you're watching?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 1:38 pm
Salem got a chuckle out of the timidity Mindy was exhibiting, pausing a moment to look the girl over like a deer caught in the headlights of his eyes. 'I'm bizarre?' he thought to himself in quiet amusement, leaning in a little once his hostess came back into frame. 'What does that make a socially evasive interviewer, I wonder?' He hoped to see if she'd panic a little more, talking quietly as though to give himself an excuse to invade her personal space.
"In fact, there is..." Salem replied smoothly, the venom drawn out from his voice that was previously spat towards Jarel. "You know, The Dragon can hang a pretty tall hat on the list of accomplishments he's amassed over the years, but he's not the only athlete with an abundance of experience - Omega, Jamie Bader, Hiro, Cartwright, Claire Hawkins...even some of the newer faces, like Trent, or Andrew Styles. Everyone's hungry for my title because here, history doesn't matter. This is a new company, a new chapter in the evolution of wrestling that everyone wants a piece of. But that being said...I'm eager to see the winner of this Sanguine Tournament. I'm interested in seeing just who's ruthless, who's cutthroat enough to carve their path to the top through all these contenders, and get a chance against me...'cause that's the kind of challenge I'm looking for. That's the kind of opponent I need."
Glancing at his coveted championship belt, Salem stroked the surface of its emblem before pulling away from Mindy, stepping back slowly out of frame.
"Now, if you'll excuse me...I need to see a man about a snake, so to speak." he teased, backing out of the shot.
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