Post by Frost on Aug 24, 2012 21:59:53 GMT -6
“And without further adew, the World Pro Wrestling World Champion himself….. and number one contender for the WPW Tag Team Titles….. Frost!!!
I walk out from behind the curtains with a wide range of applause from the reporters, critics, and fans alike sitting in their chairs. I scan the horizon just searching the soul-purpose of each puzzled face. I can immediately examine and confirm that some are just doing their job, probably with no experiencing in reporting wrestling whatsoever, some are enamored while others want to see me fail, and I’ve grown accustomed to the latter.
“Okay first question.” My agent has been doing this for me since day one, with that being said I confidently trust his judgment and allow him to find those fortunate souls to speak to me on this special occasion. The first man stands up, he appears to be Philippian and is slightly overweight, or shall I say is five months pregnant though the rest of his body is that of a skinny man, too many beers perhaps.
“Frost, I’m Emanuel from the South American Wrestling Observer, this coming Sunday many believe that you may fail to attain the Tag Team Gold for they feel that you’re not concerned with the match because your mind will be focused on the Main Event, is there any truth to that?”
“Do you honestly think I’d say that there was truth to that even if it were true?”
Everyone laughs as he sits down.
“That couldn’t be further from the truth. I come into every match with the intentions of dominating and winning, I don’t half ass my matches nor do I blow smoke from my ass. I’m a stand-up individual who gives it his all for even standard non-title matches. This will be no different.”
“Next question, you over there in the red dress.”
“Yes I was going to tell you to pick her out anyway?”
She blushes, she doesn’t have a ring on but that doesn’t mean anything, these women would suck an 80 year old sausage just to gain a good story or have a good raise, besides what do I care? Mary Kate hasn’t spoken to me in quite some time so at the moment I’m in f**k it mode.
“With the recent rumors about circling around that you trashed a hotel worse than the Hangover Movies and the whole Kanye West and Jay Z crowning you as champion debacle, do you feel that your name has been tarnished?”
“Not at all, I’m a legend in this business and a Hall of Famer in every company I’ve been a part of, I don’t see why there would be a difference here.”
“Oh one more ques-“
“Sorry mam only one question per-“
I motion my hand up just slightly and my agent simply nods his head.
“I’ve been following your career since you were just a rookie trying to break in in this business and I’ve realized that you have never won a Tag Team Title in your career, you’ve won various singles championships but never a tag team title, do you feel that is because you only focus on singles contest or have you never felt the need to pursue a championship that would have you rely on others?”
I rub my chin with the realization that I have never won a tag team title, it shocks me more now that I’ve been called out by a reporter especially one with her looks. I’m amused well not actually since she just made me appear selfish in front of all these people.
“I would never consider myself selfish, I’ve led many stables to glory and helped raise former defunct stables and bring them to the promise land, be that more recognition or just bettering there craft. I’ve also won several stable of the year awards so I feel that I’ve proven that I can be a team player.”
“Then why haven’t you won a Tag Title?”
She’s persistent but I have her number on this one.
“Because I’m not selfish.”
Everyone including my agent laughs which has become a rarity it its own right, I gaze at her once more and her eyes look like she’s ready to rip my clothes off and just screw me on this table, she bites her lower lip and smoothly flashes her name tag. Carly it states, I’ll definitely need to have a little chat with her once this press conference has run its course.
“Carly, to be honest it just never slipped my mind to take a run for the Tag Team Titles.”
“So will this mean there is more pressure on you?”
“To be honest yes, I have to prove all the critics wrong and show them that I can win the Tag Team Ttiles, I’ve won all sorts of other titles so why not give it a shot?”
She motions with her lips call me as she spells out her number with slow mouth movement, no one is catching on but me.
“Next question” my agent states firmly, a young kid stands up, probably in his early twenties I’m guessing he’s an intern.
“Frost, I’m here on behalf of Wrestle Blog and would like to ask you what are your thoughts concerning your opponents for this match?”
“One has an STD while the other is in need of laser hair surgery.”
Many giggle but some take offense, not because they’re Shawn Stryker fans but because they too have receding hairlines.
“I’m not worried at all about Angel, and at this point I’m not even worried about Shawn.”
Everyone seems surprised, including my agent.
“Really?” the kid asks, “Why is that?”
“Because he has made it known that he doesn’t care about the Tag Team Titles or at least defending it, he’s too busy rocking his rocking chair on the porch next to Drifter in the retirement home to be thinking about the biggest match he’s had in quite some time, maybe the Alzheimer’s are kicking in for him.”
The kid sits down, this is going by faster than I expected.
“You.” My agent points at the young black man.
“I’m Kaldriq from Wrestle Kingdom Blog, what’s the rumors going around that you and your older brother are going to be at odds and that Ocean will screw you over.”
I laugh hysterically.
“That’s not happening, my brother and I are far too close for something like that to come and ruin our bond as well as our chemistry as a team. My brother is one hell of an athlete and is going to blow you all away Sunday, you’ll see a side of him that he’s never showed in his career thus far.”
“Final question, you there.”
A short obese woman stands.
“Donna Thurmond and I wanted to know if you take it as a sign of disrespect that Shawn hasn’t been focusing on the tag title match?”
“It is disrespectful but not to me, to the tag titles and the fans. Shawn is bipolar, he can’t decide if he’s a fan favorite or the devils spawn, he goes from being in the ring to vanishing and reappearing more times than a disappearing act, truthfully he’s a pain in the ass and a diva at that. I respect what he’s done but as the cliché statement that follows that line goes, all the respect in the world is thrown out the window after those bells ring. He can avoid mentioning our match all he wants, in the end he’s just going to look like a decaying corpse in that ring and all that will be left is a bloodied man with nowhere to go, but I am considerate, tell ya what, after I beat Shawn to a pulp how about I pay his retirement home expenses, I’m sure his family can’t afford it.”
“Brave statement on your end.”
“That’s because I can back up my talk and I’ll be hoping that he does the same, hopefully she shows up and doesn’t vanish again, we’ll see though but honestly people don’t get your hopes up.”
“Okay that’s enough for today, thank you all for coming!”
The reporters gather and I see Carly leaving, I’ve made a mental not as to what is her number, hopefully this evening turns out as I hope, if so than I’ll have something else to look forward to other than winning the tag team gold.
