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Post by FGA Office on Jan 12, 2013 21:43:47 GMT -5
Fire away.....
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Post by Kevin Hardaway on Jan 12, 2013 22:49:08 GMT -5
Cameras catch Kevin Hardaway walking backstage after his hard fought debut victory against Eddie in the first round of the Pride tournament. After being able to lift him up and drive him down with the Asylum Bomb, Hardaway was on a pretty great high, but after celebrating his victory, he was blindsided by newcomer Anton Chase, who laid him out with The Chase Factor. Hardaway is caught off-guard however when cameras and an interviewer catch up with him, who his holding his head in pain.
Interviewer: Mr. Hardaway? HARDAWAY?! Can we get your thoughts about tonight's beatdown from Anton Chase?
Kevin Hardaway: WHO?! Who the hell are you talking about? Oh, you mean that asshat who had to come up with a new plan for "domination" after he couldn't get the job done in a fucking DARK match that only the fans in Woodbridge got to see. Yeah, that guy. I could go the "cliched" route and ask YOU who the hell he is, but we already know who he is. He's the bastard who decided to paint a bullseye on his back by attacking somebody who is known already in this company when he's only has one match as a employee here. Who is already being treated more like a star in ONE match then he has by just showing up. You're talking to the guy who got his head caved in by a headbutt mid-suicide dive and is now being mentioned here as a future star in this company already. Just from that. So, fine by me. Nothing wrong with having somebody to already kick into bloody chunks.
Interviewer: He said that "there's much more where that came from.", what do you think he means by that?
K-Hard: Do you think I give a damn about him saying something like that? To me, that just says that he's going to strike next. Great job, asshat. Great job giving me the spot to your secret hideout. Sorry, I'm just a little steamed right now. I should be happy, because I just gave these fans the best out of me that they SHOULD be getting. Not being fucked around by the system like some people like to do with me. So some fresh meat came by and tried to make himself famous by rubbing off of my shoulders? Cool. He's famous now.
Too bad he's going to be famous for the wrong reasons.
Hardaway walks off immediately and the interviewer tells the cameraman to cut the feed as we do indeed cut it
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Post by thelion on Jan 13, 2013 4:39:17 GMT -5
[The scene opens up backstage where we find Leon Corella, seated in the locker room, his hair still damp from a trip to the showers. He sports a black "Perfect This!" T-shirt, blue jeans, and black, white, and red Asics Running shoes. We notice a bruise and signs of swelling on the right side of his face. He waves at a fellow competitor as they leave the locker room. Reaching down beside him, he pulls a small bottle of water from the open cooler beside him. Twisting the cap off, he takes a swig of it just as the camera moves in closer. Noticing the camera, he puts the cap back on the bottle and sets it down beside himself.]
Corella: Well Dominic, I have to hand it to you. For a garbage wrestler, you're not half bad in a pinch, though I can't help but think my words gave you that extra "omph" to try harder.
[A soft chuckle escapes his lips.]
I wanted you to bring everything you had to the table, and I got it. Mind you, whoever said cheaters never prosper obviously never took a fucking toolbox to the side of their skull.
[Smirking, he rubs the bruise on the side of his face.]
Like I've said time and again all my life, kid, I can take punishment, and I'm really good at dishing out far more than I take. The fact that you cheated and I still won, only serves to make the victory that much sweeter.
[Leon leans his back against the metal lockers, arms crossed over his chest.]
It's a shame the same can't be said for Pat Gordon Jr. I was looking forward to a rematch with him. I suppose it's going to be me, Jack Winchester, and Kevin Hardaway facing off for the first of two Triple Threat bouts in Round two.
[A small smile crosses his face.]
...Lookin' forward to it, gentlemen.
[The smile fades quickly as he moves on to a much more troubling topic. His brow furrows slightly as he looks towards the floor with a brief shake of his head.]
The only thing I'm not particularly thrilled with is how this evening's festivities ended. A.J. Fairchild, what the fuck is wrong with you?
[Placing his hands on his thighs, a flash of anger plays upon his face.]
You're the FGA World Heavyweight Champion and representative of this company. As long as you hold that belt, you're the fucking man. You beat Chandler Scott at the One Year Anniversary show and while you may have had the guest referee in your corner, you still had a hell of a time wrestling the prize from the champion.
[His lip curls into a deep frown, Leon's piercing, ice blue eyes burn with intensity.]
Fairchild, you may think that all this makes you feel like a Billy Bad Ass of a man, but the reality is you're a fucking coward.
[Leaning forward, Leon props his elbows on his knees, fists clenched tightly.]
A.J., when I walk out of the FGA Pride Tournament Finals with the Pride of the FGA in my hands, I want you to pay very close attention and watch me as I show you how a real champion acts. Maybe the [hand quotes] UWL International Champion you've been beating on the last two shows now could take some pointers as well.
[Leon grabs his duffel bag and water bottle. He then rises from his seat, throwing the bag over his shoulders.]
As for my opponents, Kevin Hardaway and Jake Winchester, see you next show. I'm going to go home and put a steak on my face.
[With a smirk, he turns and steps off camera. The scene quickly fades to black.]
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