Post by pauldangerous on Sept 22, 2010 14:50:43 GMT -5
The scene is the WCF interview set. Standing in front of the cameras, just being given their cue to commence taping, are Hank Brown and Paul Dangerous...
Hank Brown: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I am with one of the newest members of the WCF, Paul Dangerous. Now Paul, first off I gotta ask you, you signed your WCF contact weeks ago, yet there's been no sight or sound from you since. No matches, no interviews, nothing. So why now, with War merely days away, have you decided to break your silence?
Paul Dangerous: Well y'see Hank lad, it is true I signed my contract weeks back. But you'd have to be a special kind of idiot to just run straight into a bog without having a good look at the beasties inside it, y'know what I mean?
Hank Brown: Err, I'm not quite sure I do...
Paul Dangerous: Well then let me make it very simple for you, lad. Scoutin'. Thats what its all about, scoutin'. Fail to prepare, Hanky boy, and you're preparing to fail. And all those lads in the back should be preparing, because come War, I'll be the one ready n' waiting for all of yer.
Hank Brown: So Seth Lerch has given you a spot in War without you even having a match?
Paul Dangerous: God, d'yer have a degree in stating the bloody obvious or summat lad? Aye, thats exactly what's happened. And let me tell yer summat else. There's not going to be any of the rubbish I've seen this past few weeks either. Why is there for fireworks and strobes in professional wrestling? Why are there murderers and psychopaths in professional wrestling?And why are there bloody condiments in pro wresstling? Lads, all you need to bring is yerselves. Thats it. No trick. No weapons. No place for weapons in professional wrestling. Don't even think about it. I just hope the referees will enforce the noble rules that grace this sport of ours, so that the best man wins
Hank Brown: What on earth are you talking about? You do know what year this is don't you? You are going to get hit by objects, thats just gonna happen! You're not...scared of weapons, are you?
Paul Dangerous: Don't be such a twat! I'm not scared, its just rules need to be enforced, and I'll be making sure them refs enforce 'em.
Hank Brown: Well yeah, whatever. Good luck at War pal, with that attitude and your lack of matches, you're gonna need it
Paul Dangerous: I won't need luck, 'pal'. Y'see, I know about them lads back there, I know plenty about 'em. But they know nowt about me. Nothing. D'yer know what that means?
Hank Brown: No, but I've got a funny feeling you're about to tell me?
Paul Dangerous: It means, lad, that I...am...Dangerous
Hank Brown: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I am with one of the newest members of the WCF, Paul Dangerous. Now Paul, first off I gotta ask you, you signed your WCF contact weeks ago, yet there's been no sight or sound from you since. No matches, no interviews, nothing. So why now, with War merely days away, have you decided to break your silence?
Paul Dangerous: Well y'see Hank lad, it is true I signed my contract weeks back. But you'd have to be a special kind of idiot to just run straight into a bog without having a good look at the beasties inside it, y'know what I mean?
Hank Brown: Err, I'm not quite sure I do...
Paul Dangerous: Well then let me make it very simple for you, lad. Scoutin'. Thats what its all about, scoutin'. Fail to prepare, Hanky boy, and you're preparing to fail. And all those lads in the back should be preparing, because come War, I'll be the one ready n' waiting for all of yer.
Hank Brown: So Seth Lerch has given you a spot in War without you even having a match?
Paul Dangerous: God, d'yer have a degree in stating the bloody obvious or summat lad? Aye, thats exactly what's happened. And let me tell yer summat else. There's not going to be any of the rubbish I've seen this past few weeks either. Why is there for fireworks and strobes in professional wrestling? Why are there murderers and psychopaths in professional wrestling?And why are there bloody condiments in pro wresstling? Lads, all you need to bring is yerselves. Thats it. No trick. No weapons. No place for weapons in professional wrestling. Don't even think about it. I just hope the referees will enforce the noble rules that grace this sport of ours, so that the best man wins
Hank Brown: What on earth are you talking about? You do know what year this is don't you? You are going to get hit by objects, thats just gonna happen! You're not...scared of weapons, are you?
Paul Dangerous: Don't be such a twat! I'm not scared, its just rules need to be enforced, and I'll be making sure them refs enforce 'em.
Hank Brown: Well yeah, whatever. Good luck at War pal, with that attitude and your lack of matches, you're gonna need it
Paul Dangerous: I won't need luck, 'pal'. Y'see, I know about them lads back there, I know plenty about 'em. But they know nowt about me. Nothing. D'yer know what that means?
Hank Brown: No, but I've got a funny feeling you're about to tell me?
Paul Dangerous: It means, lad, that I...am...Dangerous
