((Note: this takes place before Dion vs Hiro))
When the feed turned on, there was a man standing backstage with a microphone in hand, looking as though he will interview someone.
"Ladies and gents, Benny Jones here, and joinin' me at this time is none other than The Pillar of Justice, and a good friend of mine, Dion Necurat."
Dion walked over, shaking Benny's hand and giving him a slap on the back. "Hey Benny! Glad they set you up with a contract, man!"
Benny chuckled. "Yeah well, what brings home the bills, am I right? But lets get right down to it; what made you want to participate in the Sanguine Invitational?" He asked, leaning the microphone over to Dion.
"There's a simple reason, Benny," Dion replied. He went from friendly to serious in a split second. "I haven't had any major victories in Bad Blood Wrestling that lead to gold. I had an opportunity against J.W. Calibur which ended in failure. Now, I have never been one to complain about a loss; I gave it my best, and Calibur was the better man. We drank to his victory that night, on my tab. However, I had a thought, 'what else can be done?'" He looked directly at Benny. "That's when I heard what I call the war horn. A call to action on my part. I resolved to refocus my efforts, and over the hiatus, I decided to train harder, think smarter, and rewatch past matches, see what I could have changed, see what I could have done better. A good general learns from his mistakes, corrects them, and marches forward with new resolve. Tonight, against Hiro, a man I have met several times in the ring, I will show my dominance once again."
Benny smirked, pulling the mic back over to him. "Great to hear that determination! Now here's another question; last week we saw Kelly King take over Bad Blood Wrestling, as well as witness the return of The House. What are your thoughts?"
Dion's expression changed to anger, though you couldn't tell from the way he spoke. "King being in charge, Shanahan being in charge...either way, I have no problem. The House being back? ...Yeah...That's a problem. A problem I intend to fix...should it come to that." Dion began to walk away, as the cameraman turned back to Benny.
"Well, I guess that's all the time we have; this is Benny Jones with Bad Blo-" he was cut off when a stagehand walked into the shot, whispering something to Benny and handing him a long box. Benny shouted, "Hey, wait, Dion!" He jogged over to him, handing Dion the box. Dion opened it, looked inside, and in a flash of emotion, angrily smacked the box to the ground. Dion looked at Benny. "I have a match to win," he said, walking toward the stage entrance.
The cameraman caught up with Benny, who looked down at the box. The camera panned down as well...revealing the contents of the box.
A single, silver rose.
When the feed turned on, there was a man standing backstage with a microphone in hand, looking as though he will interview someone.
"Ladies and gents, Benny Jones here, and joinin' me at this time is none other than The Pillar of Justice, and a good friend of mine, Dion Necurat."
Dion walked over, shaking Benny's hand and giving him a slap on the back. "Hey Benny! Glad they set you up with a contract, man!"
Benny chuckled. "Yeah well, what brings home the bills, am I right? But lets get right down to it; what made you want to participate in the Sanguine Invitational?" He asked, leaning the microphone over to Dion.
"There's a simple reason, Benny," Dion replied. He went from friendly to serious in a split second. "I haven't had any major victories in Bad Blood Wrestling that lead to gold. I had an opportunity against J.W. Calibur which ended in failure. Now, I have never been one to complain about a loss; I gave it my best, and Calibur was the better man. We drank to his victory that night, on my tab. However, I had a thought, 'what else can be done?'" He looked directly at Benny. "That's when I heard what I call the war horn. A call to action on my part. I resolved to refocus my efforts, and over the hiatus, I decided to train harder, think smarter, and rewatch past matches, see what I could have changed, see what I could have done better. A good general learns from his mistakes, corrects them, and marches forward with new resolve. Tonight, against Hiro, a man I have met several times in the ring, I will show my dominance once again."
Benny smirked, pulling the mic back over to him. "Great to hear that determination! Now here's another question; last week we saw Kelly King take over Bad Blood Wrestling, as well as witness the return of The House. What are your thoughts?"
Dion's expression changed to anger, though you couldn't tell from the way he spoke. "King being in charge, Shanahan being in charge...either way, I have no problem. The House being back? ...Yeah...That's a problem. A problem I intend to fix...should it come to that." Dion began to walk away, as the cameraman turned back to Benny.
"Well, I guess that's all the time we have; this is Benny Jones with Bad Blo-" he was cut off when a stagehand walked into the shot, whispering something to Benny and handing him a long box. Benny shouted, "Hey, wait, Dion!" He jogged over to him, handing Dion the box. Dion opened it, looked inside, and in a flash of emotion, angrily smacked the box to the ground. Dion looked at Benny. "I have a match to win," he said, walking toward the stage entrance.
The cameraman caught up with Benny, who looked down at the box. The camera panned down as well...revealing the contents of the box.
A single, silver rose.
