Post by The Very Big Śpainards on Jul 21, 2017 10:15:57 GMT -5
VBA were sat down backstage just 5 hours before William's final match. He was the top of his group and was hyping himself up for the final match against Matthew Drake. He was doing am interview with the same not well know interviewer he had talked to before his first match against Psychopomp. Ainsley was there also somehow holding three separate large meals from McDonald's.
The iterviewer was setting up, making sure he looked fancy enough.
Ainsley: So...lot of people on the internet...
William: Yep, there sure is.
Ainsley: Lotta people....insulting you on the internet....
William: Sure is.
Ainsley: You gonna...Say something about it?
William: What?
Ainsley: I'm just trying to make sure you don't end up screaming because of some stupid mediocre thing, like you always do.
William: Listen. I'm not gonna get mad at Oath Breaker because if I do he's gonna say something about spin kicking my testicles and they're really horrible, painfull, memories I don't want to think about. Oblivion, well, I'm still trying to forget about the whole broken glass thing, because it's obvious that whatever Oblivion does in a any of the Kotd tournament is either gonna be horrifying or illegal. And that match? That was just disturbing.
Ainsley: So, no shouting? My eardrums are still ruptured from your 10 minute rant in the car yesterday.
William: No shouting. I'm pretty dang tired anyway.
Ainsley: Well. I know that's a lie, so, if you don't shout this entire interview, I'll give you a packet of crisps.
Ainsley tossed the packet of crisps onto the floor and William stared at it as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
The Interviewer informed the two big men that they were starting up. The camera was ready and all three men were sat in chairs. William's seat was the largest of course because of how 'muscular' he was.
Interviewer: So. Today my guests are The current leader of group A: William The Behemoth and his tag team partner Ainsley Ivanovic. Now William, did you always think you were gonna be the leader of your group this close to the end of the tournament?
William: If you're asking me if I came here intending to lose, your mistaken. I'm not like these uneducated hyenas. I hate Sharks, and I hate broken glass. I came here because I knew that having a skinny midget be a king would....Well it make the winner a skinny midget King. Which'd make this the King of the Midget tournament. AND that'd fucking suck dick, you know? If I win this tournament I'd have saved it from the depths of MidgetCity. And MidgetCity sucks gorilla dick.
The Interviewer was astonished. Not only had William said that without raising his voice once, but William had also managed to say the same amount of stupid bullshit that he always says. The Interviewer was told by management that if William started to ramble on about Oblivion or Sharks or whatever the heck "MidgetCity" is he should just continue as normal.
Interviewer: err....You've not suffered a loss throughout this entire tournament. What'd do you think helped you win all these matches?
William: Well it's very simple really. I think the most advantageous factor, #bigwordWilliam, was my inability to be a 2 foot tall, Stupid, ass licking, broken glass gluing, using-a-bear-to-win-ing, STUPID PIECE OF HUMAN GA-
William stopped himself. He looked at the crisp packet lying on the floor. Like a princess, except much more plastic and not able to talk, move, breathe and extremely unattractive to anyone except William.
William: For you, My love.
He said pointing to the crisps.
Ainsley: Fucking gayboi.
William: HEY YOU SHU-Shu-Shumble around your words...dawg. I mean scramble...scramble scramble scramble.
Interviewer: Moving on! Round 3 you had quite an upset victory over Wade Moor. Wade Moor has held many titles in WCF and is a much better wrestler than you. He is also part of #beachkrew. Are you worried that he could hold a grudge against you for your fluke victory?
William: Blame Samuel L Jackson. That's all I have to say about that. Besides I've went went against numerous legends of WCF like: Jason Price, Gravedigger and if we're talking about tag matches, I've been against: David Sanchez, Steven Singh, Obli-
William paused for a moment as he felt something in his brain snap. As if a mental dam had cracked and now a river of anger was flowing deep down his entire body, through his veins. William's arms twitched as he tried to resist the temptation to scream in anger.
William: Oblivion...Is a fucking....mmnghh.....He punched me......WITH GLASS!! GLASS!
William started to breathe heavily. Gripping his knees to resist the urge.
William: Who's my opponent...
William couldn't actually harm anyone. For a guy his size he was surprisingly weak, failing to lift most medium sized weights when he went the gym that one time back in 1998.
Ainsley: Matthew Drake.
William raised his head. He stood up and clenched his fists. He tried to make it look like he was extremely enraged but it just looked like he was constipated. Sweat started to pour down his face although that was because he wasn't used to doing extreme exercises such as standing up.
William turned to Ainsley.
William: Who?
Ainsley: Matthew Drake.
William: Yeah I heard what you said but like, who is he?
Ainsley: He's Matthew Drake.
William: Yeah! I get it! But like, what's special about him?
Ainsley: He's a bad dude.
William: 'Bad' as in American Biker bad or 'bad' as in villain or mean guy.
Ainsley: Bad as in bad guy.
William: Yeah but everyone's a little bad. We're wrestlers!
Ainsley: Oh well, Your just gonna have to see what happens I guess...
William looks up at the camera man.
William: I-I don't know what to say. Normally I have something to say as the camera switches off and they I Like, awkwardly say switch the camera off, but I ain't got anything. I guess I'm just goin have my crisps.
William walked off camera as Ainsley slowly packed away from the crisp packet with a smile on his face.
William: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!
William walked back on screen and decided to show the camera what was inside. It was a packet full of broken glass.
Ainsley Had already backed up to the opposite end of the set.
Ainsley: Heh, That's A- that's a real pain in the glass? Isn't it? Am I funny?
William: YOU MONSTER!
William charged at Ainsley and tackled him to the ground where they struggled for a while.
Ainsley: Hey! Y-you're being a, Ow! You're being a real pain in my GLASS
William: Shut up!
Ainsley: Wow You've really, Y-Y, Fuck! You really GLASSED the point of no return here, William!
By now the Interviewer and most crew members had ran away. The only people left watching were two camera men, who were filming every second.
William: Alright! TRUCE! TRUCE TRUCE!
Ainsley stopped punching the big man and William stood up. Ainsley stood up soon after and William charged back at him, attempting to kick Ainsley in the balls.
William: SUUUUPAH KIIIIIICK!
Ainsley knew what was coming and managed to swiftly move out the way and nail William with a hard right hand. William kept moving and fell right through the back of the set, knocking down pretty much everything. Ainsley shook his hand in pain afterwards and looked at his unconscious partner. He turned to face the camera which had been zoomed in on his face.
Ainsley: Well I guess you could say we saved the best till 'Glast'
That doesn't work does it? I fucking hate myself.
William woke up 12 minutes later screaming and shouting about the 'betrayl'. He stopped shouting after 2 minutes after Ainsley bought him a new packet of crisps.
The iterviewer was setting up, making sure he looked fancy enough.
Ainsley: So...lot of people on the internet...
William: Yep, there sure is.
Ainsley: Lotta people....insulting you on the internet....
William: Sure is.
Ainsley: You gonna...Say something about it?
William: What?
Ainsley: I'm just trying to make sure you don't end up screaming because of some stupid mediocre thing, like you always do.
William: Listen. I'm not gonna get mad at Oath Breaker because if I do he's gonna say something about spin kicking my testicles and they're really horrible, painfull, memories I don't want to think about. Oblivion, well, I'm still trying to forget about the whole broken glass thing, because it's obvious that whatever Oblivion does in a any of the Kotd tournament is either gonna be horrifying or illegal. And that match? That was just disturbing.
Ainsley: So, no shouting? My eardrums are still ruptured from your 10 minute rant in the car yesterday.
William: No shouting. I'm pretty dang tired anyway.
Ainsley: Well. I know that's a lie, so, if you don't shout this entire interview, I'll give you a packet of crisps.
Ainsley tossed the packet of crisps onto the floor and William stared at it as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
The Interviewer informed the two big men that they were starting up. The camera was ready and all three men were sat in chairs. William's seat was the largest of course because of how 'muscular' he was.
Interviewer: So. Today my guests are The current leader of group A: William The Behemoth and his tag team partner Ainsley Ivanovic. Now William, did you always think you were gonna be the leader of your group this close to the end of the tournament?
William: If you're asking me if I came here intending to lose, your mistaken. I'm not like these uneducated hyenas. I hate Sharks, and I hate broken glass. I came here because I knew that having a skinny midget be a king would....Well it make the winner a skinny midget King. Which'd make this the King of the Midget tournament. AND that'd fucking suck dick, you know? If I win this tournament I'd have saved it from the depths of MidgetCity. And MidgetCity sucks gorilla dick.
The Interviewer was astonished. Not only had William said that without raising his voice once, but William had also managed to say the same amount of stupid bullshit that he always says. The Interviewer was told by management that if William started to ramble on about Oblivion or Sharks or whatever the heck "MidgetCity" is he should just continue as normal.
Interviewer: err....You've not suffered a loss throughout this entire tournament. What'd do you think helped you win all these matches?
William: Well it's very simple really. I think the most advantageous factor, #bigwordWilliam, was my inability to be a 2 foot tall, Stupid, ass licking, broken glass gluing, using-a-bear-to-win-ing, STUPID PIECE OF HUMAN GA-
William stopped himself. He looked at the crisp packet lying on the floor. Like a princess, except much more plastic and not able to talk, move, breathe and extremely unattractive to anyone except William.
William: For you, My love.
He said pointing to the crisps.
Ainsley: Fucking gayboi.
William: HEY YOU SHU-Shu-Shumble around your words...dawg. I mean scramble...scramble scramble scramble.
Interviewer: Moving on! Round 3 you had quite an upset victory over Wade Moor. Wade Moor has held many titles in WCF and is a much better wrestler than you. He is also part of #beachkrew. Are you worried that he could hold a grudge against you for your fluke victory?
William: Blame Samuel L Jackson. That's all I have to say about that. Besides I've went went against numerous legends of WCF like: Jason Price, Gravedigger and if we're talking about tag matches, I've been against: David Sanchez, Steven Singh, Obli-
William paused for a moment as he felt something in his brain snap. As if a mental dam had cracked and now a river of anger was flowing deep down his entire body, through his veins. William's arms twitched as he tried to resist the temptation to scream in anger.
William: Oblivion...Is a fucking....mmnghh.....He punched me......WITH GLASS!! GLASS!
William started to breathe heavily. Gripping his knees to resist the urge.
William: Who's my opponent...
William couldn't actually harm anyone. For a guy his size he was surprisingly weak, failing to lift most medium sized weights when he went the gym that one time back in 1998.
Ainsley: Matthew Drake.
William raised his head. He stood up and clenched his fists. He tried to make it look like he was extremely enraged but it just looked like he was constipated. Sweat started to pour down his face although that was because he wasn't used to doing extreme exercises such as standing up.
William turned to Ainsley.
William: Who?
Ainsley: Matthew Drake.
William: Yeah I heard what you said but like, who is he?
Ainsley: He's Matthew Drake.
William: Yeah! I get it! But like, what's special about him?
Ainsley: He's a bad dude.
William: 'Bad' as in American Biker bad or 'bad' as in villain or mean guy.
Ainsley: Bad as in bad guy.
William: Yeah but everyone's a little bad. We're wrestlers!
Ainsley: Oh well, Your just gonna have to see what happens I guess...
William looks up at the camera man.
William: I-I don't know what to say. Normally I have something to say as the camera switches off and they I Like, awkwardly say switch the camera off, but I ain't got anything. I guess I'm just goin have my crisps.
William walked off camera as Ainsley slowly packed away from the crisp packet with a smile on his face.
William: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!
William walked back on screen and decided to show the camera what was inside. It was a packet full of broken glass.
Ainsley Had already backed up to the opposite end of the set.
Ainsley: Heh, That's A- that's a real pain in the glass? Isn't it? Am I funny?
William: YOU MONSTER!
William charged at Ainsley and tackled him to the ground where they struggled for a while.
Ainsley: Hey! Y-you're being a, Ow! You're being a real pain in my GLASS
William: Shut up!
Ainsley: Wow You've really, Y-Y, Fuck! You really GLASSED the point of no return here, William!
By now the Interviewer and most crew members had ran away. The only people left watching were two camera men, who were filming every second.
William: Alright! TRUCE! TRUCE TRUCE!
Ainsley stopped punching the big man and William stood up. Ainsley stood up soon after and William charged back at him, attempting to kick Ainsley in the balls.
William: SUUUUPAH KIIIIIICK!
Ainsley knew what was coming and managed to swiftly move out the way and nail William with a hard right hand. William kept moving and fell right through the back of the set, knocking down pretty much everything. Ainsley shook his hand in pain afterwards and looked at his unconscious partner. He turned to face the camera which had been zoomed in on his face.
Ainsley: Well I guess you could say we saved the best till 'Glast'
That doesn't work does it? I fucking hate myself.
William woke up 12 minutes later screaming and shouting about the 'betrayl'. He stopped shouting after 2 minutes after Ainsley bought him a new packet of crisps.
