Post by Freakke on Nov 4, 2010 19:06:06 GMT -6
Freakke stood in the gym given as the official nCw training station. He had been warming up for his return, rather slowly at that. His back was still pretty stiff but it didn't hurt now. He wiped off most of the sweat and then he pulled out the ref's shirt he had been given for Collision. He pulled it on and stretched out in it. He frowned realizing how constricting the new shirt felt. He'd have a hard time moving in this thing and he knew it.
"I suppose it just needs broken in."
He went about walking around and trying to get a feel for the shirt but he shook his head and came to one realization.
"The sleeves need to go."
He pulled the shirt off and promptly went to work on removing the bits of cloth constricting his arms and shoulders. As he was doing so, Jason Dunn and his crew came in and started setting up. Freakke looked at them and was completely confused.
"Uhhh, whats going on here?"
"We just want to get a few questions in about the match this week. Like who do you intend on being favorable to? Is this fair for Jason Blair? And why are you ripping the sleeves off of that uniform?"
Freakke placed his head in his hand and sighed.
"I'm a little busy right now. Can we do this say, after the match?"
Dunn looked at him and paused.
"What would the point be? People want to know now."
"You don't take surprises well do you?"
"No I don't, besides, I think its about time I got some pay back for all the crap I went through when you got here. So come on, spill the beans."
Freakke sat down and stroked his goatee, which had expanded in width a bit in the passed few weeks.
"Alright, I'll drop a few surprises."
"So, does Jason Blair have any chance at all of winning this match?"
"Yes."
Dunn paused.
"Oh, come one, I'll bet your planning to screw him over in the first few minutes."
"Not really."
"So your plan is to screw Moss and take the Title shot yourself. Clever sod."
"Again, not really."
Dunn looked at Freakke queerly.
"So whats the point of being ref then if you aren't going to get yourself an advantage? Your still on the roster right?"
"Look, as much of a prick as Blair is, the guy beat me in a good clean contest. If anything that deserves some respect. I might not like him, but I sure as hell respect the guy. Secondly, Gib set this match up. He's one of the guys in charge so what he says goes."
"So what about your rematch?"
"The big thing on my mind there is to get the belt out of the hands of Jason Blair. As nutty as I can be, the guy isn't right in the head."
"So you will be aiding Moss then?"
"The guys got a shot, that's all. If he wins, we're good up until it comes time that we step in the ring. I want the belt back. I don't want him to win and then think I turned on him because there aren't any sides. I'm gonna call this fair and when its over and I step back into the ring as a wrestler, I'm going after the belt again."
"So all in all, no tricks, no interfering with the match."
"Nope, just gonna keep this as fair as I possibly can."
"Well that's disappointing."
"Nice talking to you Dunn."
Freakke stuck his finger in his mouth and Wet Willied Dunn before leaving. Dunn grabbed at his ear afterwords having been stunned by the action to begin with. His displeasure filled the camera as the feed cut and all went black.
"I suppose it just needs broken in."
He went about walking around and trying to get a feel for the shirt but he shook his head and came to one realization.
"The sleeves need to go."
He pulled the shirt off and promptly went to work on removing the bits of cloth constricting his arms and shoulders. As he was doing so, Jason Dunn and his crew came in and started setting up. Freakke looked at them and was completely confused.
"Uhhh, whats going on here?"
"We just want to get a few questions in about the match this week. Like who do you intend on being favorable to? Is this fair for Jason Blair? And why are you ripping the sleeves off of that uniform?"
Freakke placed his head in his hand and sighed.
"I'm a little busy right now. Can we do this say, after the match?"
Dunn looked at him and paused.
"What would the point be? People want to know now."
"You don't take surprises well do you?"
"No I don't, besides, I think its about time I got some pay back for all the crap I went through when you got here. So come on, spill the beans."
Freakke sat down and stroked his goatee, which had expanded in width a bit in the passed few weeks.
"Alright, I'll drop a few surprises."
"So, does Jason Blair have any chance at all of winning this match?"
"Yes."
Dunn paused.
"Oh, come one, I'll bet your planning to screw him over in the first few minutes."
"Not really."
"So your plan is to screw Moss and take the Title shot yourself. Clever sod."
"Again, not really."
Dunn looked at Freakke queerly.
"So whats the point of being ref then if you aren't going to get yourself an advantage? Your still on the roster right?"
"Look, as much of a prick as Blair is, the guy beat me in a good clean contest. If anything that deserves some respect. I might not like him, but I sure as hell respect the guy. Secondly, Gib set this match up. He's one of the guys in charge so what he says goes."
"So what about your rematch?"
"The big thing on my mind there is to get the belt out of the hands of Jason Blair. As nutty as I can be, the guy isn't right in the head."
"So you will be aiding Moss then?"
"The guys got a shot, that's all. If he wins, we're good up until it comes time that we step in the ring. I want the belt back. I don't want him to win and then think I turned on him because there aren't any sides. I'm gonna call this fair and when its over and I step back into the ring as a wrestler, I'm going after the belt again."
"So all in all, no tricks, no interfering with the match."
"Nope, just gonna keep this as fair as I possibly can."
"Well that's disappointing."
"Nice talking to you Dunn."
Freakke stuck his finger in his mouth and Wet Willied Dunn before leaving. Dunn grabbed at his ear afterwords having been stunned by the action to begin with. His displeasure filled the camera as the feed cut and all went black.