Post by Buzzsaw Bundy on Jun 30, 2011 11:51:22 GMT -5
Buzzsaw is sitting in his newly rented apartment in Reading, PA. It wasn't much, but it suited him just fine. With his feet up, and a cold beer in his hand, Buzzsaw sat and watched Sports Center. As the morning report doled on, Buzzsaw watched with slight interest, when the doorbell rang. Standing up, he stretched and made his way to see who was there. Opening the door, he took a swig of his drink, "Well, Hank Brown, imagine that... Wanna cold beer?"
Hank just shook his head and stepped into the apartment. "A cold beer at 8:30 in the morning?" Following Buzzsaw into the small living room, he sat on the only other piece of furniture, the couch. "You don't have any coffee?"
Buzzsaw shook his head, "Hank, coffee is a worse drink for you. More addictive, and stunts your growth. Plus, I've never heard of coffee goggles..."
Hank gave a blank stare, then with a quick shake of his head continued, "Anyhow, I'd like to ask you just a few quick questions, if I may." Buzzsaw just shrugged and Hank continued. "Now, you've been off of CF televised events now for almost two months, when you lost to fellow big man Odin Balfore. If I may, where were you at during this time?"
"Hank, after that match, I took home quite the eye opening. I realized it's not so much being bigger than others, and powering through your opponents, so much as having that ring awareness, and the mat skills to back it up. I talked to a few of the guys from the WCF home office, and they set me up for a six week intensive boot camp style sessions with a trainer, 'Big' Jimmy Lookstwice, and Bobby Cairo came in daily to add his expertise."
"Sounds like you have been working hard. With your tag partner this week being the protogé of Bobby Cairo, was this the reason you were chosen as his teammate?"
"Well, I'm sure Mr. Cairo gave Philip his opinion, and I hope it was a good one, but I'd like to think I was chosen because he felt I was the best person for the job."
"Speaking of the tag match, your partner and Oblivion have been having quite the little war going on, with Philip coming out on top. How do you plan to help win this match, and are you worried about who Oblivion's partner could be?"
"Hank, I fully intend on bringing my intense focus and my size and strength augmented by my new skills. Philip is a stand up guy and I'll do everything I can to watch his back and keep the shenanigans to a minimum. Oblivion's' little gathering is just a bunch of Emo punks looking for that gratification of feeding off the scraps of his career. As for his mystery partner, it doesn't matter to me, we'll dominate this match, and once again humble the 'all mighty god'. As far as I'm concerned, he can even bring the Devil himself, it ain't gonna change things one damn bit."
"Speaking of the Devil, this past Monday Night on Slam, Doc attacked you and Ana Valentine. Do you have any plans for getting back at him?"
"Get back? Like in revenge? No, I'm not a coward like that. In fact, I would like to see him being Oblivion's partner. You see, that little spineless coward won't face me one on one in the ring because he knows he's all flash, and Johnny Reb carried his sorry ass. Now I know Doc put Reb on the shelf, but that was due to sheer envy and jealousy. I didn't take the attack personally, I figured it was due to me being there with Ana. Those two have a past, and he was probably looking to validate his losing performance to her in some sick way. I like to think that with me being there, it prevented Doc from doing any serious harm to Ana. Take heed you racist prick, get involved in my business again and I'll Powerbomb you straight through the concrete floor. Just because I'm a nice guy doesn't mean I'm unable of putting some serious hurt down on others."
Hank stood up, "Well I think that about covers it for now Buzzsaw, I'll talk to you later." Standing, he gathers his notes, and Buzzsaw walks him out.
Buzzsaw returns to the BarcaLounger, and his freshly opened beer. As he sits there, Ana emerges from the bathroom, with nothing on but a robe. Sitting across his lap, they begin to make out. As the towel slips from her shoulders the camera fades to black, leaving just the briefest glimpse of her bare breast...
Hank just shook his head and stepped into the apartment. "A cold beer at 8:30 in the morning?" Following Buzzsaw into the small living room, he sat on the only other piece of furniture, the couch. "You don't have any coffee?"
Buzzsaw shook his head, "Hank, coffee is a worse drink for you. More addictive, and stunts your growth. Plus, I've never heard of coffee goggles..."
Hank gave a blank stare, then with a quick shake of his head continued, "Anyhow, I'd like to ask you just a few quick questions, if I may." Buzzsaw just shrugged and Hank continued. "Now, you've been off of CF televised events now for almost two months, when you lost to fellow big man Odin Balfore. If I may, where were you at during this time?"
"Hank, after that match, I took home quite the eye opening. I realized it's not so much being bigger than others, and powering through your opponents, so much as having that ring awareness, and the mat skills to back it up. I talked to a few of the guys from the WCF home office, and they set me up for a six week intensive boot camp style sessions with a trainer, 'Big' Jimmy Lookstwice, and Bobby Cairo came in daily to add his expertise."
"Sounds like you have been working hard. With your tag partner this week being the protogé of Bobby Cairo, was this the reason you were chosen as his teammate?"
"Well, I'm sure Mr. Cairo gave Philip his opinion, and I hope it was a good one, but I'd like to think I was chosen because he felt I was the best person for the job."
"Speaking of the tag match, your partner and Oblivion have been having quite the little war going on, with Philip coming out on top. How do you plan to help win this match, and are you worried about who Oblivion's partner could be?"
"Hank, I fully intend on bringing my intense focus and my size and strength augmented by my new skills. Philip is a stand up guy and I'll do everything I can to watch his back and keep the shenanigans to a minimum. Oblivion's' little gathering is just a bunch of Emo punks looking for that gratification of feeding off the scraps of his career. As for his mystery partner, it doesn't matter to me, we'll dominate this match, and once again humble the 'all mighty god'. As far as I'm concerned, he can even bring the Devil himself, it ain't gonna change things one damn bit."
"Speaking of the Devil, this past Monday Night on Slam, Doc attacked you and Ana Valentine. Do you have any plans for getting back at him?"
"Get back? Like in revenge? No, I'm not a coward like that. In fact, I would like to see him being Oblivion's partner. You see, that little spineless coward won't face me one on one in the ring because he knows he's all flash, and Johnny Reb carried his sorry ass. Now I know Doc put Reb on the shelf, but that was due to sheer envy and jealousy. I didn't take the attack personally, I figured it was due to me being there with Ana. Those two have a past, and he was probably looking to validate his losing performance to her in some sick way. I like to think that with me being there, it prevented Doc from doing any serious harm to Ana. Take heed you racist prick, get involved in my business again and I'll Powerbomb you straight through the concrete floor. Just because I'm a nice guy doesn't mean I'm unable of putting some serious hurt down on others."
Hank stood up, "Well I think that about covers it for now Buzzsaw, I'll talk to you later." Standing, he gathers his notes, and Buzzsaw walks him out.
Buzzsaw returns to the BarcaLounger, and his freshly opened beer. As he sits there, Ana emerges from the bathroom, with nothing on but a robe. Sitting across his lap, they begin to make out. As the towel slips from her shoulders the camera fades to black, leaving just the briefest glimpse of her bare breast...
