Post by TFP on Oct 21, 2008 17:33:27 GMT -4
In a white room where navy blue drapes grip onto a golden rod for dear life, there are two decorative sofas in the middle of the room where a coffee table sits neatly in between them in a position not too far and not too close for clutter or isolation. Off in the distance, there is a pedestol with a ceramic model of Julius Caesar's upperbody, made in great detail. Hell, it looks so realistic that some goof decided to put googly eyes over the pupils to make it look that much more lively. Rome must be proud.
As the cameras pan around the room, we see a neat and proper Scott Lake sitting on the arm of one of the sofas, hands folded and a smile on his face. Set on his lap is a clipboard with some papers clipped to them, probably questions or some junk of the sorts. As anticipation builds, he finally decides to open up that mouth and reveal his grimacing teeth with every word he says.
Scott Lake: "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my name is Scott Lake, an interviewer recently hired exclusively for none other than Fans Wrestling Alliance. Let me begin things by saying it's a pleasure working for this company and with the experience I'm about to gain here because of this job, I hope to have a better understanding of this profession and the people who take part in it. Today with me is a man you're all used to, I'm sure of, and he's been here just as long as anybody else - if not almost everybody else on the active roster. Debuting here in FWA in the summer of 2006 is a former World Heavyweight Champion and three-time Reckless Champion, the Feature Presentation, Davidson."
Scott Lake stands up and motions his hands to his right where Davidson promptly sits on a barstool like thing with a half-empty bottle of beer in hand that he sporadically sips from. Fuck sofas, he's against the trend of comfort because's that reckless! Nodding his head, the Feature Presentation basically lets Scott know that he's welcome for the kind introduction and welcome to the set.
Scott Lake: "It's great to finally meet you, Davidson. You're one of the many of wrestlers that I've been dying to have an interview with since I was hired. Now, this week you're booked to face off against TJ Bryce, an up-and-coming superstar among the ranks here in Fans Wrestling Alliance. He's one of the many new-blood to this distinct federation who is hoping to get that breakthrough and make something of himself in a wrestling federation that has new guys like him packing to leave in the same week that they have arrived. FWA is notorious for being a place where newcomers feel uneasy and those who stay are around for a long, long time - often having a lot of success. The stories of the people who make it are told over and over, you being one of the few in that handful. Looking at TJ Bryce, what can you personally say about him? Are there any predictions you can make about him?"
Rubbing his chin, Davidson looks off in the distance and tries to focus on an answer. He has trouble thinking of something to say to Scott Lake for an answer, especially on a topic that he has no knowledge or interest about. Why bring up a guy that he's only going to wrestle once? All he does is wrestle these guys once and they're out. Maybe TJ will be different, or maybe not.
Davidson: "It's kind of difficult to tell, you know? Most wrestlers that I tend to put a lot of faith into end up becoming AWOL or MIA, making me scratch my head and wonder what's up with that. Either they're bottling under the pressure of being a professional athlete and can't keep up with the push and pull factors of this industry, or they're just not interested in this place anymore. There are some certain individuals I have high aspirations for, and actually hope they go far in this company, but I end up getting let down and such. Names for example? Hell, I don't know anymore, they're all temporary and have been for the past two years. If I had a shot of rum for every wrestler who came and gone in a mere, I'd be six feet under from succumbing to alcohol poisoning, depending on my liqour intake, or just drunk off my face and deal with one Hell of a hangover. It's sad, but true, because FWA is a sinking ship. I've sad it before, and I'll say it again - since the day I came here, Scott, I have hardly faced a challenge like I used to during my glory days in BWA. It's not FWA's fault, though, because there are many other industries out there that are going through the same Hell this place is. The river is running dry, so try to make sense of the doom we're facing when the water is depleting and we're going under to sleep with the fishes... hmmm. It's like the life of this sport is being sucked away from some succubus and the fire isn't there anymore. I tried finding that fire here and I've tried finding it else, APW for example, but I had no luck - at all. But then comes along that one wrestler who I could easily compare to the second-coming of Jesus Christ, because they're that damn surreal and eccentric it blows you away. Deus, Ramirez, Seifer... ummm... I think that's all, really, who would dare to stay around. And all those guys can, and did, kick my ass. But the problem is, I only face those guys once out of every two or three months while in BWA I had steady competition up to par - on my level, exactly - week after week after week. Now I'm not saying that everybody here is incapable of being a challenge for me, but why's it that the ones who are a challenge that damn arrogant that they have to leave in search of 'greener grass' where they can stand above all else rather than stick around here and feel good about themselves while wrestling somebody that makes them unsure of the outcome in their future matches? Like myself and Benjamin Stephens, like myself and Superstar Joe, like myself and James Tsunami, like myself and William Rodney Mercy. Makes you wonder if the guys I compare to the second-comings of Jesus Christ couldn't face the facts that they were viewed as equals and the norms in other wrestling federations. Maybe they're here because they're ego-driven. I've never gone to another wrestling federation where I knew I was going to be the best, I went there because I wanted a challenge that was new to me. So far, this year, I'm glad that I've been getting some new challenges for once. Guys like Ramirez, Seifer, and now TJ Bryce. Wow, I've been here four months and three new opponents are the only new challenges I've gotten so far? Well, it's been far worse, it sure beats wrestling in a time machine, if you know what I mean. Oh yeah, ummm... I think TJ's got some charisma there, somewhere, if he digs a little bit. He might find it and if he views it as a treasure, he'll open up a whole new world for himself. Or if not, he'll just find a old bum map that will only help him fuck off and out of here if he's a wimp."
Finishing off the bottle of beer, he shuts on eye and grabs the neck of the bottle, aiming the bottom of the bottle towards that silly Julius Caesar statue. Giving it a hard toss, the bottle hits the statue. Success! Glass shatters everywhere and the heavy as fuck statue and pedestol hardly move. In fact, it just wobbles a bit and stays in position.
Scott Lake: "That was quite a mouthful, Davidson, but I expected nothing but an answer full of quality and thought from you. Moving on, it's been quite evident on air that you've been having some tensions with Ramirez, the Lord of the Shadows. He currently holds onto the Reckless Championship, a title you've held three times in your past and a title that you envision yourself holding onto in the near future. For sure, Ramirez is a challenge for you and you've expressed a lot of emotions towards the man - respect, hate, admiration, disrespect - if I dare to say myself, you've contradicted yourself many times when speaking to and about him and you've been caught in the middle of it. If you can be honest, what do you really think of Ramirez?"
Letting out a sigh, Davidson buries his face in his hands and rubs his face around in his palms. He brings his head back up, grinning a little bit because he knows he's not the greatest at making enemies or making friends for that matter. But what's it to him? He doesn't really care for either one in this industry, he's just here to do his mission and complete it.
Davidson: "Haha, yeah, I've contradicted myself when speaking about Ramirez - but I do it a lot when it is about just about anybody and anything. I find it hard to keep myself to one opinion because I venture out into the woods and try to find the good and bad about everybody, even if I make myself look like an idiot in the process. But it's that one thing I'm capable fo dealing with. Just because I might hate somebody doesn't mean I'm not friends with them... sorta. What I'm trying to say is, I can't really hate somebody and I can't really love them. I don't care what they do or say, there's always going to be something that I'll try to hate them for - even if it is minor or majorly ridiculous. I'm stubborn and I have nobody to blame but myself, but... stubborness. To be honest with you, I think Ramirez is one Hell of a competitor. I've wrestled him a couple of times so far here in FWA and I know that I haven't gotten the full taste of competition from him because I wasn't at my best. If I push the envelope and try harder the next time, I know that he'll give that extra footing so that he turns Grim Reaper and slays me. It's quite obvious from my point of view that Ramirez kills and I'm still not going to back down from him. Like I said earlier in the interview, there are some wrestlers that are so surreal and eccentric that it blows you away. Ramirez is one of those guys that do just that and even though I know it's going to result in failure just about every time, I'm not giving up. He's got something I want and I won't be happy until I get it... or will I? It's hard to say, something inside of me wants that belt and something else wants me to move on and have a change in scenery. But why quit in the middle of things, right? At the moment, I'm so very close to that title and there's no need to stop in my tracks for something else - nope, that's not my style. I hope that Ramirez gets used to seeing my face every day and night, because I'll be that thorn in his side until I get the Reckless Championship again. For a fourth time."
Looking towards the camera, he holds up four fingers. Very descriptively, I might add...?
Scott Lake: "You seem really eager on winning that belt once more, it seems to be a title and division that you're commited to and improving. Since first wrestling in that division two years ago, Fans Wrestling Alliance has hardly seen you step out of it and pursue in anything else. Does it really mean that much to you as we're lead to believe, or are you just in it for the sake of being in it?"
He nods his head, letting it be known. He's more Reckless than anybody wants to belive. Taipei Deathmatches and cage matches have been in his past, plus he's had almost every kind of metal and wood touch his face and body - except flesh wood, that's never been around him at all. If he hasn't been in this or that kind of match, he probably will be soon enough. Guaranteed.
Davidson: "Laugh if you want, but it's all that I really want in wrestling anymore. If I was a smart man, I would be wrestling for something else that would be less competition for me, but instead I'm intent on claiming the belt as mine again. There's no stopping me, no matter how much Ramirez may shove me down into the ground and stomp my face in the dirt, I'll keep getting back on my feet with cuts and bruises, only to come back harder. I've done too much for the division to finally give up on it and let it be somebody else's concern. It has a legacy that I want to protect and preserve, fortunately Ramirez proves to be no harm to it, but that doesn't mean I don't want to continue my own. Like Deus, Ramirez is another wrestler in that division that I'd be proud to go up against and even lose to. There's no shame in defeat, I don't care what he or she might say. My best matches, Scott, my best matches have been in defeat and I still stick to it. I can't name many matches that kept me smiling after a victory. Doesn't mean that I pride on being a loser, it's just that the thrill of winning has been severely damaged ages ago for me when winning and being number one stopped being fun. To be honest with you, I'd rather contribute to something that needs repairs than be that one guy who holds that one thing that represents a company. The top of the ladder, something I've realized, is not really meant for me. It's not because I can't reach it and stay there - I can so! - it's just that why be miserable and a prone to attack while I could be happier doing something else that doesn't require as much responsibilty? Being number one is overrated, the tallest fall hardest."
Then with that final evil glare at the camera, the guy recording decides to add that dramatic zoom-in and zoom-out at a quick and rapid pace, going in and out. Then he hear something in the distance shattering and the camera checks up on where the noise came from. JULIUS CAESAR~! He fell.
Scott Lake: "You totally did that!"
Davidson: "I did, didn't I?"
As the cameras pan around the room, we see a neat and proper Scott Lake sitting on the arm of one of the sofas, hands folded and a smile on his face. Set on his lap is a clipboard with some papers clipped to them, probably questions or some junk of the sorts. As anticipation builds, he finally decides to open up that mouth and reveal his grimacing teeth with every word he says.
Scott Lake: "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my name is Scott Lake, an interviewer recently hired exclusively for none other than Fans Wrestling Alliance. Let me begin things by saying it's a pleasure working for this company and with the experience I'm about to gain here because of this job, I hope to have a better understanding of this profession and the people who take part in it. Today with me is a man you're all used to, I'm sure of, and he's been here just as long as anybody else - if not almost everybody else on the active roster. Debuting here in FWA in the summer of 2006 is a former World Heavyweight Champion and three-time Reckless Champion, the Feature Presentation, Davidson."
Scott Lake stands up and motions his hands to his right where Davidson promptly sits on a barstool like thing with a half-empty bottle of beer in hand that he sporadically sips from. Fuck sofas, he's against the trend of comfort because's that reckless! Nodding his head, the Feature Presentation basically lets Scott know that he's welcome for the kind introduction and welcome to the set.
Scott Lake: "It's great to finally meet you, Davidson. You're one of the many of wrestlers that I've been dying to have an interview with since I was hired. Now, this week you're booked to face off against TJ Bryce, an up-and-coming superstar among the ranks here in Fans Wrestling Alliance. He's one of the many new-blood to this distinct federation who is hoping to get that breakthrough and make something of himself in a wrestling federation that has new guys like him packing to leave in the same week that they have arrived. FWA is notorious for being a place where newcomers feel uneasy and those who stay are around for a long, long time - often having a lot of success. The stories of the people who make it are told over and over, you being one of the few in that handful. Looking at TJ Bryce, what can you personally say about him? Are there any predictions you can make about him?"
Rubbing his chin, Davidson looks off in the distance and tries to focus on an answer. He has trouble thinking of something to say to Scott Lake for an answer, especially on a topic that he has no knowledge or interest about. Why bring up a guy that he's only going to wrestle once? All he does is wrestle these guys once and they're out. Maybe TJ will be different, or maybe not.
Davidson: "It's kind of difficult to tell, you know? Most wrestlers that I tend to put a lot of faith into end up becoming AWOL or MIA, making me scratch my head and wonder what's up with that. Either they're bottling under the pressure of being a professional athlete and can't keep up with the push and pull factors of this industry, or they're just not interested in this place anymore. There are some certain individuals I have high aspirations for, and actually hope they go far in this company, but I end up getting let down and such. Names for example? Hell, I don't know anymore, they're all temporary and have been for the past two years. If I had a shot of rum for every wrestler who came and gone in a mere, I'd be six feet under from succumbing to alcohol poisoning, depending on my liqour intake, or just drunk off my face and deal with one Hell of a hangover. It's sad, but true, because FWA is a sinking ship. I've sad it before, and I'll say it again - since the day I came here, Scott, I have hardly faced a challenge like I used to during my glory days in BWA. It's not FWA's fault, though, because there are many other industries out there that are going through the same Hell this place is. The river is running dry, so try to make sense of the doom we're facing when the water is depleting and we're going under to sleep with the fishes... hmmm. It's like the life of this sport is being sucked away from some succubus and the fire isn't there anymore. I tried finding that fire here and I've tried finding it else, APW for example, but I had no luck - at all. But then comes along that one wrestler who I could easily compare to the second-coming of Jesus Christ, because they're that damn surreal and eccentric it blows you away. Deus, Ramirez, Seifer... ummm... I think that's all, really, who would dare to stay around. And all those guys can, and did, kick my ass. But the problem is, I only face those guys once out of every two or three months while in BWA I had steady competition up to par - on my level, exactly - week after week after week. Now I'm not saying that everybody here is incapable of being a challenge for me, but why's it that the ones who are a challenge that damn arrogant that they have to leave in search of 'greener grass' where they can stand above all else rather than stick around here and feel good about themselves while wrestling somebody that makes them unsure of the outcome in their future matches? Like myself and Benjamin Stephens, like myself and Superstar Joe, like myself and James Tsunami, like myself and William Rodney Mercy. Makes you wonder if the guys I compare to the second-comings of Jesus Christ couldn't face the facts that they were viewed as equals and the norms in other wrestling federations. Maybe they're here because they're ego-driven. I've never gone to another wrestling federation where I knew I was going to be the best, I went there because I wanted a challenge that was new to me. So far, this year, I'm glad that I've been getting some new challenges for once. Guys like Ramirez, Seifer, and now TJ Bryce. Wow, I've been here four months and three new opponents are the only new challenges I've gotten so far? Well, it's been far worse, it sure beats wrestling in a time machine, if you know what I mean. Oh yeah, ummm... I think TJ's got some charisma there, somewhere, if he digs a little bit. He might find it and if he views it as a treasure, he'll open up a whole new world for himself. Or if not, he'll just find a old bum map that will only help him fuck off and out of here if he's a wimp."
Finishing off the bottle of beer, he shuts on eye and grabs the neck of the bottle, aiming the bottom of the bottle towards that silly Julius Caesar statue. Giving it a hard toss, the bottle hits the statue. Success! Glass shatters everywhere and the heavy as fuck statue and pedestol hardly move. In fact, it just wobbles a bit and stays in position.
Scott Lake: "That was quite a mouthful, Davidson, but I expected nothing but an answer full of quality and thought from you. Moving on, it's been quite evident on air that you've been having some tensions with Ramirez, the Lord of the Shadows. He currently holds onto the Reckless Championship, a title you've held three times in your past and a title that you envision yourself holding onto in the near future. For sure, Ramirez is a challenge for you and you've expressed a lot of emotions towards the man - respect, hate, admiration, disrespect - if I dare to say myself, you've contradicted yourself many times when speaking to and about him and you've been caught in the middle of it. If you can be honest, what do you really think of Ramirez?"
Letting out a sigh, Davidson buries his face in his hands and rubs his face around in his palms. He brings his head back up, grinning a little bit because he knows he's not the greatest at making enemies or making friends for that matter. But what's it to him? He doesn't really care for either one in this industry, he's just here to do his mission and complete it.
Davidson: "Haha, yeah, I've contradicted myself when speaking about Ramirez - but I do it a lot when it is about just about anybody and anything. I find it hard to keep myself to one opinion because I venture out into the woods and try to find the good and bad about everybody, even if I make myself look like an idiot in the process. But it's that one thing I'm capable fo dealing with. Just because I might hate somebody doesn't mean I'm not friends with them... sorta. What I'm trying to say is, I can't really hate somebody and I can't really love them. I don't care what they do or say, there's always going to be something that I'll try to hate them for - even if it is minor or majorly ridiculous. I'm stubborn and I have nobody to blame but myself, but... stubborness. To be honest with you, I think Ramirez is one Hell of a competitor. I've wrestled him a couple of times so far here in FWA and I know that I haven't gotten the full taste of competition from him because I wasn't at my best. If I push the envelope and try harder the next time, I know that he'll give that extra footing so that he turns Grim Reaper and slays me. It's quite obvious from my point of view that Ramirez kills and I'm still not going to back down from him. Like I said earlier in the interview, there are some wrestlers that are so surreal and eccentric that it blows you away. Ramirez is one of those guys that do just that and even though I know it's going to result in failure just about every time, I'm not giving up. He's got something I want and I won't be happy until I get it... or will I? It's hard to say, something inside of me wants that belt and something else wants me to move on and have a change in scenery. But why quit in the middle of things, right? At the moment, I'm so very close to that title and there's no need to stop in my tracks for something else - nope, that's not my style. I hope that Ramirez gets used to seeing my face every day and night, because I'll be that thorn in his side until I get the Reckless Championship again. For a fourth time."
Looking towards the camera, he holds up four fingers. Very descriptively, I might add...?
Scott Lake: "You seem really eager on winning that belt once more, it seems to be a title and division that you're commited to and improving. Since first wrestling in that division two years ago, Fans Wrestling Alliance has hardly seen you step out of it and pursue in anything else. Does it really mean that much to you as we're lead to believe, or are you just in it for the sake of being in it?"
He nods his head, letting it be known. He's more Reckless than anybody wants to belive. Taipei Deathmatches and cage matches have been in his past, plus he's had almost every kind of metal and wood touch his face and body - except flesh wood, that's never been around him at all. If he hasn't been in this or that kind of match, he probably will be soon enough. Guaranteed.
Davidson: "Laugh if you want, but it's all that I really want in wrestling anymore. If I was a smart man, I would be wrestling for something else that would be less competition for me, but instead I'm intent on claiming the belt as mine again. There's no stopping me, no matter how much Ramirez may shove me down into the ground and stomp my face in the dirt, I'll keep getting back on my feet with cuts and bruises, only to come back harder. I've done too much for the division to finally give up on it and let it be somebody else's concern. It has a legacy that I want to protect and preserve, fortunately Ramirez proves to be no harm to it, but that doesn't mean I don't want to continue my own. Like Deus, Ramirez is another wrestler in that division that I'd be proud to go up against and even lose to. There's no shame in defeat, I don't care what he or she might say. My best matches, Scott, my best matches have been in defeat and I still stick to it. I can't name many matches that kept me smiling after a victory. Doesn't mean that I pride on being a loser, it's just that the thrill of winning has been severely damaged ages ago for me when winning and being number one stopped being fun. To be honest with you, I'd rather contribute to something that needs repairs than be that one guy who holds that one thing that represents a company. The top of the ladder, something I've realized, is not really meant for me. It's not because I can't reach it and stay there - I can so! - it's just that why be miserable and a prone to attack while I could be happier doing something else that doesn't require as much responsibilty? Being number one is overrated, the tallest fall hardest."
Then with that final evil glare at the camera, the guy recording decides to add that dramatic zoom-in and zoom-out at a quick and rapid pace, going in and out. Then he hear something in the distance shattering and the camera checks up on where the noise came from. JULIUS CAESAR~! He fell.
Scott Lake: "You totally did that!"
Davidson: "I did, didn't I?"