Post by Damian Simmons on Jul 17, 2017 1:43:45 GMT -5
Interviewer: Ladies and gentlemen my guest at this time, Damian Simmons.
*Simmons enters from the left, towering over the short interviewer, a steel chair in hand*
Interviewer: Damian, tonight was your debut here in WCF. A valiant effort, but you came up short. How are-
*Simmons suddenly interrupts by opening the chair and loudly placing it onto the ground, taking a seat*
Simmons: *frustrated* I... apologize. Please continue.
Interviewer: *obviously shaken* H-how are you feeling... heading into the King of the Deathmatch tournament...?
*Simmons sits, elbows on his knees, hands folded to his face, contemplating*
Simmons: Believe it or not, I'm over it, okay? I lost, people lose. I'll get the stupid, generic stuff out of the way. My opponent, Matthew Drake, is great. He's going to do great things in this place, blah blah blah. I could not care less. I have bigger fish to fry at this point. My focus, you see, is on the tournament. It starts tomorrow and my opponent, Jaice Wilds, is in for trouble.
Look at me, I'm seven feet tall. Two hundred and five pounds of pure muscle. I'll powerbomb you through the ring then go up for a 450. I'm unpredictable. That mixed with the fact I'm fresh off a loss and am pissed off about that fact, just makes me that much more dangerous.
*Simmons takes a moment to breathe, to relax*
Simmons: Lest we forget about the stipulation. The least creative of the the TLC spin-off matches! Ladder and tables matches bring their own spice to the table. Ladder, climb the thing and grab whatever's there to grab. Tables, throw your opponent through the thing to win. Chairs? All we're supposed to do is beat the tar out of each other until the other falls for the three count. So, I suppose, while it's the least creative, it's the most barebones, straightforward. Which I can somewhat respect.
So... how am I feeling? I feel great. Past in the past, what matters is in front of me. I will go through the tournament. I will win my block. I will run through whatever sorry excuse for a wrestler wins Block A. And, at Ultimate Showdown, I will take Corey Black out and prove I am THE true. King.
*Simmons suddenly and swiftly stands up, knocking the chair backwards, sending a loud clang through the set*
Simmons: All. Hail. King. Simmons.
*Simmons exits the same way he entered, leaving the interviewer shocked, startled once again*
*Simmons enters from the left, towering over the short interviewer, a steel chair in hand*
Interviewer: Damian, tonight was your debut here in WCF. A valiant effort, but you came up short. How are-
*Simmons suddenly interrupts by opening the chair and loudly placing it onto the ground, taking a seat*
Simmons: *frustrated* I... apologize. Please continue.
Interviewer: *obviously shaken* H-how are you feeling... heading into the King of the Deathmatch tournament...?
*Simmons sits, elbows on his knees, hands folded to his face, contemplating*
Simmons: Believe it or not, I'm over it, okay? I lost, people lose. I'll get the stupid, generic stuff out of the way. My opponent, Matthew Drake, is great. He's going to do great things in this place, blah blah blah. I could not care less. I have bigger fish to fry at this point. My focus, you see, is on the tournament. It starts tomorrow and my opponent, Jaice Wilds, is in for trouble.
Look at me, I'm seven feet tall. Two hundred and five pounds of pure muscle. I'll powerbomb you through the ring then go up for a 450. I'm unpredictable. That mixed with the fact I'm fresh off a loss and am pissed off about that fact, just makes me that much more dangerous.
*Simmons takes a moment to breathe, to relax*
Simmons: Lest we forget about the stipulation. The least creative of the the TLC spin-off matches! Ladder and tables matches bring their own spice to the table. Ladder, climb the thing and grab whatever's there to grab. Tables, throw your opponent through the thing to win. Chairs? All we're supposed to do is beat the tar out of each other until the other falls for the three count. So, I suppose, while it's the least creative, it's the most barebones, straightforward. Which I can somewhat respect.
So... how am I feeling? I feel great. Past in the past, what matters is in front of me. I will go through the tournament. I will win my block. I will run through whatever sorry excuse for a wrestler wins Block A. And, at Ultimate Showdown, I will take Corey Black out and prove I am THE true. King.
*Simmons suddenly and swiftly stands up, knocking the chair backwards, sending a loud clang through the set*
Simmons: All. Hail. King. Simmons.
*Simmons exits the same way he entered, leaving the interviewer shocked, startled once again*
