Post by Johnny Reb on Jan 11, 2010 13:52:43 GMT -5
WCF’s resident interviewer, Hank Brown, stalks the back halls of the Providence Civic Center, a cameraman in tow. He is on the hunt, searching for a wrestler – any wrestler – to pester with meaningless questions. As luck would have it, he corners one half of the WCF tag team champions: Johnny Reb.
Hank: Hiya, Johnny! Got a minute?
Reb raises an eyebrow.
Johnny: Do I have a choice?
Hank: Not really. I just wanted to get your thoughts on tonight’s show. You’re in the main event…
The Inveterate Confederate nods slowly, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.
Johnny: Well, Hank, I wanna start by sayin’ that it is an honor to be included in this battle royal for a shot at the World Title. I been waitin’ a long time for an opportunity to prove myself worthy of it once again. That bein’ said, there’s an awful lotta talent gonna be in that ring tonight…
Hank: Are you saying you don’t think you can win?
Reb frowns at that, considering.
Johnny: Let me put it this way, Hank… Statistically, none of us has a particularly promisin’ chance of comin’ outta this match victorious. An’ historically, I’ve never fared too well in these kinda situations. So maybe my outlook ain’t real favorable, but at least it’s realistic.
Hank: But haven’t you defeated all these guys in singles competition?
Johnny: Not exactly, Hank. Let’s just run through the list, shall we? First, there’s Mikami, with whom I have been in just about every situation imaginable. We’ve fought on the same side in tag matches, we’ve battled on opposing teams, we’ve squared off in the ring one-on-one, and we’ve even been in triple threat matches. The overall outcome has been about half and half.
My ring experience with Brad Kane is limited, and I’ve never faced off against Rick Mad. By my observation, both of these men are excellent competitors, and I look forward to the opportunity to step into the ring with them tonight.
Which brings us to my final two opponents this evenin’. Now, Dake Ken and I had a feud goin’ for a long while over the World Title, an’ I can honestly say that no other competitor has ever pushed me so hard … except maybe Torture. To say the least, I am eager to meet Mr. Ken face to face once more.
Reb falls silent for a moment, compelling Hank to prompt him.
Hank: And…Slickie T?
Johnny: Oh, believe me, Hank, I hadn’t forgotten about him. I know Guilliano was a legend when I was still learnin’ the trade. An’ while I had the notable distinction of handin’ him his very first loss here in the WCF, he certainly repaid the favor in spades back in November. Now, for the first time in months, I will be in that ring with Slickie T once more. This is the man that almost single-handedly drove Torture to madness, and damn near stripped that belt from him. If anyone deserves another shot at the World Title right now – other than Yours Truly, of course – it’s him.
Now, I realize I’m supposed to insist that I’m gonna come outta this thing the winner, but under the circumstances, I’ll just say I’m content to be in the match and that I will – as always – give my opponents and the fans my very best.
The interviewer cocks his head to one side, gazing at Johnny curiously for a moment.
Hank: Right. What about your partner, Doc Henry?
Johnny: Ah, Doc. He may indeed stand a better chance than I in his own competition this evenin’. He certainly is confident about it. An’ while it would be glorious for the two of us to end up with the United States and World Titles respectively, I believe our main focus is hangin’ on to our Tag Titles for as long as possible.
Hank nods in understanding.
Hank: Of course. Which brings up the former tag champs, the Big Time Jerks. They’ve had a few things to say lately.
Reb waves his hand dismissively.
Johnny: What those fellas have to say is no more than the tired rhetoric of failed champions. Instead of actually workin’ to improve themselves, these boys ain’t got nothin’ on their minds but whinin’ about bein’ defeated by overwhelmin’ly superior talent an’ makin’ baseless claims that they’re gonna take back what they think is rightfully theirs. It’s old. It’s played out. An’ frankly, the threat factor from these guys is zero.
Hank: You’re not even a little bit concerned?
Johnny: About what, Hank? These are the guys who initially wanted the ladder match at One. They got it, an’ they still lost. Me an’ Doc beat not one, but two viable tag teams to claim these belts. Now, I know they want a rematch, an’ I’m reasonably sure they’re gonna get it. I also know that, until then, they’re probably gonna make pests of themselves week in an’ week out. But that ain’t gonna make any difference, in the long run. The New Confederacy is infinitely superior to any other team on the roster today, especially the Big Time Jerks.
The cameraman says something indistinct and barely audible, which causes Hank to glance at his watch and nod in agreement.
Hank: Thanks, Johnny. That’s about all the time we have for today…
Johnny: No problem, Hank.
And with that, Johnny Reb and Hank Brown walk away in opposite directions as the camera cuts off.
Hank: Hiya, Johnny! Got a minute?
Reb raises an eyebrow.
Johnny: Do I have a choice?
Hank: Not really. I just wanted to get your thoughts on tonight’s show. You’re in the main event…
The Inveterate Confederate nods slowly, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.
Johnny: Well, Hank, I wanna start by sayin’ that it is an honor to be included in this battle royal for a shot at the World Title. I been waitin’ a long time for an opportunity to prove myself worthy of it once again. That bein’ said, there’s an awful lotta talent gonna be in that ring tonight…
Hank: Are you saying you don’t think you can win?
Reb frowns at that, considering.
Johnny: Let me put it this way, Hank… Statistically, none of us has a particularly promisin’ chance of comin’ outta this match victorious. An’ historically, I’ve never fared too well in these kinda situations. So maybe my outlook ain’t real favorable, but at least it’s realistic.
Hank: But haven’t you defeated all these guys in singles competition?
Johnny: Not exactly, Hank. Let’s just run through the list, shall we? First, there’s Mikami, with whom I have been in just about every situation imaginable. We’ve fought on the same side in tag matches, we’ve battled on opposing teams, we’ve squared off in the ring one-on-one, and we’ve even been in triple threat matches. The overall outcome has been about half and half.
My ring experience with Brad Kane is limited, and I’ve never faced off against Rick Mad. By my observation, both of these men are excellent competitors, and I look forward to the opportunity to step into the ring with them tonight.
Which brings us to my final two opponents this evenin’. Now, Dake Ken and I had a feud goin’ for a long while over the World Title, an’ I can honestly say that no other competitor has ever pushed me so hard … except maybe Torture. To say the least, I am eager to meet Mr. Ken face to face once more.
Reb falls silent for a moment, compelling Hank to prompt him.
Hank: And…Slickie T?
Johnny: Oh, believe me, Hank, I hadn’t forgotten about him. I know Guilliano was a legend when I was still learnin’ the trade. An’ while I had the notable distinction of handin’ him his very first loss here in the WCF, he certainly repaid the favor in spades back in November. Now, for the first time in months, I will be in that ring with Slickie T once more. This is the man that almost single-handedly drove Torture to madness, and damn near stripped that belt from him. If anyone deserves another shot at the World Title right now – other than Yours Truly, of course – it’s him.
Now, I realize I’m supposed to insist that I’m gonna come outta this thing the winner, but under the circumstances, I’ll just say I’m content to be in the match and that I will – as always – give my opponents and the fans my very best.
The interviewer cocks his head to one side, gazing at Johnny curiously for a moment.
Hank: Right. What about your partner, Doc Henry?
Johnny: Ah, Doc. He may indeed stand a better chance than I in his own competition this evenin’. He certainly is confident about it. An’ while it would be glorious for the two of us to end up with the United States and World Titles respectively, I believe our main focus is hangin’ on to our Tag Titles for as long as possible.
Hank nods in understanding.
Hank: Of course. Which brings up the former tag champs, the Big Time Jerks. They’ve had a few things to say lately.
Reb waves his hand dismissively.
Johnny: What those fellas have to say is no more than the tired rhetoric of failed champions. Instead of actually workin’ to improve themselves, these boys ain’t got nothin’ on their minds but whinin’ about bein’ defeated by overwhelmin’ly superior talent an’ makin’ baseless claims that they’re gonna take back what they think is rightfully theirs. It’s old. It’s played out. An’ frankly, the threat factor from these guys is zero.
Hank: You’re not even a little bit concerned?
Johnny: About what, Hank? These are the guys who initially wanted the ladder match at One. They got it, an’ they still lost. Me an’ Doc beat not one, but two viable tag teams to claim these belts. Now, I know they want a rematch, an’ I’m reasonably sure they’re gonna get it. I also know that, until then, they’re probably gonna make pests of themselves week in an’ week out. But that ain’t gonna make any difference, in the long run. The New Confederacy is infinitely superior to any other team on the roster today, especially the Big Time Jerks.
The cameraman says something indistinct and barely audible, which causes Hank to glance at his watch and nod in agreement.
Hank: Thanks, Johnny. That’s about all the time we have for today…
Johnny: No problem, Hank.
And with that, Johnny Reb and Hank Brown walk away in opposite directions as the camera cuts off.
