Post by Nate Nytro on May 14, 2006 1:14:32 GMT -5
(We are welcomed to the backstage area of the WCF arena; a human ant farm - personnel working feverishly to prepare the arena for the coming event. Seated center view is Hank Brown, in his usual business-wear, microphone in hand, pen and pad in lap. As the camera view zooms out, we see his guest: Nate Nytro and Rich. Nate is in his formal wrestling attire. Rich dawns flattering threads; a snazzy jacket, khaki pants, and a Rolex watch around his left wrist. Hank checks to see if there is a feed, and commences.)
Hank Brown: WCF fans, I’m sitting here with a guest whom I haven’t spoken with in some time; a returning WCF star under the infamous alias, Nate Nytro…and to his left, who looks to be his new manager, Richard Cunnings. So if I may start by asking…how does it feel, Mr. Nytro, to return to the WCF ring and, on the same night, claim a victory?
(Hank offers Nate the microphone, but without response. Nate stares at the floor in silence, his mind obviously not on the interview. Moments pass, and the interview has consisted of the subtle sound of Nate’s melancholy heaves and sighs. Hank begins to sweat, having his assignment begin to flop.)
Hank Brown: Would you…entreat us with a thought, Mr. Nytro?
(Rich quickly pulls to microphone towards him in order to salvage the interview.)
Richard Cunnings: What my client means to say is it feels great, Hank. That he is here to prove to the WCF, and the WCF fans, that Nate Nytro bends for no man. That Nate Nytro is incomprehensible, that he is unparalleled, and that Nate Nytro, Mr. Hank, is unstoppable.
Hank Brown: A bold and flattering statement, to say the least. But, Mr. Nytro, what do you have planned for your stay here in WCF?
(Again, Nytro is offered the microphone. This time he puts it by with his hand, redirecting it to Rich’s mouth. Hank and Rich, puzzled, continue to keep the interview moving.)
Hank Brown: …Richard, you…obviously have something to say?
Richard Cunnings: Uh…indeed I do…well you see…uh…
(Rich begins to lose his posture, so he resorts to frustrated ranting.)
Richard Cunnings: Um, Nate Nytro doesn’t have to unveil any undertakings to you. Who-who do you think you are to be so deserving of his insight? This man is not one to just pour his sole into your little microphone, to have his words scribbled down on your notepad and quoted on every fan site on the internet.
Hank Brown: Well this apparent vow of silence is especially helpful.
Richard Cunnings: Do not question his philosophies-
Hank Brown: Your cover-ups.
Richard Cunnings: No more questions!
(Rich stands up, straightens his jacket and storms off, Nate Nytro soon sulking behind him. Hank sighs and bows his head, tossing the mic over his left shoulder to the floor, making a nasty crackle as the feed dies. We fade out focused on a disappointed Hank Brown.)
Hank Brown: WCF fans, I’m sitting here with a guest whom I haven’t spoken with in some time; a returning WCF star under the infamous alias, Nate Nytro…and to his left, who looks to be his new manager, Richard Cunnings. So if I may start by asking…how does it feel, Mr. Nytro, to return to the WCF ring and, on the same night, claim a victory?
(Hank offers Nate the microphone, but without response. Nate stares at the floor in silence, his mind obviously not on the interview. Moments pass, and the interview has consisted of the subtle sound of Nate’s melancholy heaves and sighs. Hank begins to sweat, having his assignment begin to flop.)
Hank Brown: Would you…entreat us with a thought, Mr. Nytro?
(Rich quickly pulls to microphone towards him in order to salvage the interview.)
Richard Cunnings: What my client means to say is it feels great, Hank. That he is here to prove to the WCF, and the WCF fans, that Nate Nytro bends for no man. That Nate Nytro is incomprehensible, that he is unparalleled, and that Nate Nytro, Mr. Hank, is unstoppable.
Hank Brown: A bold and flattering statement, to say the least. But, Mr. Nytro, what do you have planned for your stay here in WCF?
(Again, Nytro is offered the microphone. This time he puts it by with his hand, redirecting it to Rich’s mouth. Hank and Rich, puzzled, continue to keep the interview moving.)
Hank Brown: …Richard, you…obviously have something to say?
Richard Cunnings: Uh…indeed I do…well you see…uh…
(Rich begins to lose his posture, so he resorts to frustrated ranting.)
Richard Cunnings: Um, Nate Nytro doesn’t have to unveil any undertakings to you. Who-who do you think you are to be so deserving of his insight? This man is not one to just pour his sole into your little microphone, to have his words scribbled down on your notepad and quoted on every fan site on the internet.
Hank Brown: Well this apparent vow of silence is especially helpful.
Richard Cunnings: Do not question his philosophies-
Hank Brown: Your cover-ups.
Richard Cunnings: No more questions!
(Rich stands up, straightens his jacket and storms off, Nate Nytro soon sulking behind him. Hank sighs and bows his head, tossing the mic over his left shoulder to the floor, making a nasty crackle as the feed dies. We fade out focused on a disappointed Hank Brown.)
