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| xCw Arena Breeze swerves around the corner into drives into the parking lot of the xCw arena, his Ferrari drives smoothly into the parking lot and into a position, Breeze steps out of the car and walks through the halls of the xCw, he sees many faces of many wrestlers, all shapes and all sizes like a pick ‘n’ mix. None of them though does Breeze know, he walks around until he bumps into the man he was looking for. The owner of the xCw grins at Breeze and Breeze follows him into his office. The man sits behind his desk and Breeze sits on the other side of the desk Darren:
Are you ready? Breeze:
For what? Darren:
This match? Breeze
shrugs: It’s just another match, another body to hit to the floor, another
win Darren
laughs: Confident as ever Breeze:
There is no reason for me not to be Darren:
Very True Breeze:
I’ve seen a few promo’s and matches from Maxx Pain, a former world
champion, a worthy opponent Darren:
Truly Breeze:
Have I an interview then? Darren:
You do, the interview room is two doors left from here Breeze
nods: Okay Darren:
Thank you for this favour Breeze:
The
money is good and it is another win for my career, these are for my own
interests Darren laughs, Breeze walks out of the xCw president’s office and walks into the interview room, there is a camera setup and a good looking lady sat on a leather couch, Breeze grins at her and then sits down on the couch opposite Interviewer:
Hello Mr. Breeze Breeze:
James will be enough Interviewer:
Okay James, the camera will start rolling in a few seconds Breeze nods The
camera starts to play Interviewer:
Welcome to the xCw James Breeze Breeze:
Thank you Interviewer:
First question, there has been many rumours about your ability, the president
has almost unlimited confidence in you, are you as good as they say? Breeze:
I am as good as I am and you will see just how good on Tuesday night Interviewer:
Do you think you will win this match? Breeze:
I have seen Maxx Pain and he is good but he couldn’t cut it, he couldn’t
match myself in the art of wrestling, he has some valid things to back up his
threats but the fact remains I cannot and will not be beaten off of him. I
will show him no mercy because I will receive none. Now Pain I have seen you
in your interviews, often hitting yourself with objects to make yourself
bleed, no that’s all well and fine. You can do that if you want before our
match, I have no problem with you making it easier. Now you believe that you
like Pain well great, I do not feel pain, pain is in the mind. Pain is an
illusion, an illusion I have the will power to overcome. Now you may be able
to take pain but your body can only take so much. You may like receiving the
Game Over from me but when you hit the mat and you’re body has no energy or
no fuel to run on, and it not even your most extreme rage cannot pick you off
the ground then I shall surely win and I will wreak havoc on your limp body.
Now… Mr.Pain… I… have… (the interviewer laughs at the obvious mockery
of the way Maxx Pain speaks) heard you whine on and on about how you are in a
team that has never been beat and how you’re the champion of this and that
now I do not tell people of what I have won and what I haven’t because it
just doesn’t matter. Hit the reality, stray back to the present from the
past, you will be defeated whether it’s on your agenda or not because it’s
damn sure on mine. Now you talk about if you aren’t able to hang with the
big dogs get off the porch. Now who talks like that, some jackass that’s
who. Now if you’re a big dog then I’m a wolf, my level is above yours and
about taking chair shots, I can handle my chair shots as well as anyone.
Hardcore isn’t my specialty though, winning is. Now as for your remark about
two of the best champions ever to step foot into a ring, are you kidding me.
How many wrestling companies do you think there are? Many and with many more
better wrestlers, hell I know a cruiserweight champion that could kick your
ass. You go on to say the true champion, what is a true champion. Please tell
me. Now fighting a wrestler who frequently uses the word ‘dude’ isn’t
ideal but I’ll live with it. I hope you still like the feeling of pain but
I’ll be more than glad, more than happy to hand it out to you, in rows and
rows of it. Now you beat the most extreme wrestler in the world. I almost had
a heart attack after that little dissolution, now you believe you beat the
most extreme wrestler in the world, in reality you beat some ass who didn’t
have the talent or determination to pin your ass to the mat. You will not give
up a match easily? Fair enough, but I do not know a wrestler who couldn’t at
least talk the talk, as for not giving up easily who does? You have beat a 7
foot monster, well done. I’ll make you a badge but you haven’t beat me and
just like you have done to other people I will do to you, I will come along
and defeat you. I will bring you to the harsh reality that there are wrestlers
in this world that would find you nothing more than an inconvenience and that
is exactly how I feel, you are fond of asking people questions, so I have a
little one for you. The breeze blowing your way will be strong, stronger than
anything you have ever felt before, you will be swept off your feet and when
you finally get up I will be waiting, so I ask you this will you be as extreme
as always after I blow you away? Because whatever happens I will win, and you
will, my dear fellow wrestler will… Feel My Hate Interviewer:
Thank you James Breeze The camera stops playing, Breeze says his goodbyes and drives home to the mansion where he lives in, he walks through the large oak down and into the huge marble hallway, he walks into to the lounge and sees Fudge sat down pouring over a large book with small print, Hayley is sat in the kitchen with Lauren chatting. Fudge doesn’t look up Fudge’s Mansion Fudge:
How did the interview go? Breeze:
Why would you care? Fudge
ignores that: The company is almost up and
running Breeze:
I’m ecstatic Fudge stares at Breeze Fudge:
Drop the sarcasm, it doesn’t suit you Breeze:
And what gave you the right to think you can judge what suits me or not? Fudge:
I’m not even going to waste my time arguing with you Breeze walks over to Fudge and knocks the book out of his hands, Fudge stands up to Breeze Breeze:
I’m not even worth your time Fudge:
You’re damn right you’re not Breeze looks a little offended Fudge
laughs: It seems you still do care what I think Breeze:
It seems that way FADE OUT |