Post by Jimmy Zane on Oct 2, 2011 1:27:23 GMT -6
(Backstage at the arena, Chad Lights is standing around with a camera crew waiting for Jimmy Zane to arrive at the arena. The door from the parking garage swings open and Jimmy Zane walks in with his bag on his shoulder. Chad runs up with the camera man to get a quick interview.)
Chad Lights: Jimmy! Jimmy! Can I get a quick interview?
Sure, Lights. What's up.
Chad Lights: Later tonight, you have a huge matchup with your former friend Xander Fumalaro.
Yeah, so.
Chad Lights: Well, he had some disparaging things to say about you.
Yeah, so.
Chad Lights: Have anything to say about anything he said?
Yeah, about a million things. But does it really matter?
Chad Lights: What do you mean?
What I mean is this. Xander thinks he is king turd of the **** pile. And he very well may be. He thinks he is going to run me off. Did you even listen to his last promo? He thinks that if he beats me tonight that I should just quit. Dude has been in the business, what? A year or two? He can say I am nervous. He can say I am scared. Frankly, he can say whatever he wants. Because ultimately, I don't give a flying ****.
(Jimmy pushes Lights out of the way and turns directly to the camera.)
Xander, do you ever listen to the **** that comes out of your mouth? Seriously? Half the **** you talk doesn't make sense, and the other half is just these random fabrications that you come up with while you are sitting on the ****ter to make yourself look and sound cool. I am sick and tired of listening to you run your mouth over and over. It's annoying already. And correct me if I am wrong, didn't you already have a title shot without this tournament? Or did I dream that?
No...
Wait..
Yeah, it happened. And you lost to Rob Diamond.
Just refreshing your memory. I guess all the roids are finally starting to eat away at your brain too, huh? You big, rugged beast of a man! It's so funny that you are "sick of my bitching and complaining constantly" when I haven't bitched about a damn thing since I got back. I stated facts. Seems you, like all the other arrogant pricks around here, want to just make **** up to suit yourself. Well I got news for you and your father.
GO **** YOURSELF.
Yeah, you heard me. Wanna shut me up? Bring your ****ing ass to the ring tonight and do it. You may beat me into the ground. You may beat me unconscious. You may even try to end my career. But I am going to keep coming back and keep coming back until I get to the top of the mountain. The only person who is going to tell me I am done with this business...
IS ME.
Not you. Not your ****ing father. Not Leonard Fox.
Got it? Or do I need to break it down into smaller words for your neanderthal mind to comprehend? And for the record, you didn't hurt my feelings. Hell, I even went back and watched my last promo again thinking maybe I blacked out and said something I didn't remember. But after watching it, I just had to chalk it up to yet another fabrication of your wild imagination. Oddly, however, you were right about one thing. You said that my only chance to do something big is through you. All I can say to that is..
Damn Skippy...
And that's exactly where I am going tonight in the main event..
RIGHT...
THROUGH...
YOU!
So you ****ing douche bag. Bring it all. Hell, bring your daddy down to the ring with you. I don't give a flying ****. Because as far as I am concerned you are both a couple of assholes who want to run your mouth and talk tough to cover up the fact that you have absolutely no dick. Yeah. I said it. And like I said before...
Deal with it. ****tard!
(Jimmy throws the mic down and the camera pans across to see him walking off as the scene fades to black.)
Chad Lights: Jimmy! Jimmy! Can I get a quick interview?
Sure, Lights. What's up.
Chad Lights: Later tonight, you have a huge matchup with your former friend Xander Fumalaro.
Yeah, so.
Chad Lights: Well, he had some disparaging things to say about you.
Yeah, so.
Chad Lights: Have anything to say about anything he said?
Yeah, about a million things. But does it really matter?
Chad Lights: What do you mean?
What I mean is this. Xander thinks he is king turd of the **** pile. And he very well may be. He thinks he is going to run me off. Did you even listen to his last promo? He thinks that if he beats me tonight that I should just quit. Dude has been in the business, what? A year or two? He can say I am nervous. He can say I am scared. Frankly, he can say whatever he wants. Because ultimately, I don't give a flying ****.
(Jimmy pushes Lights out of the way and turns directly to the camera.)
Xander, do you ever listen to the **** that comes out of your mouth? Seriously? Half the **** you talk doesn't make sense, and the other half is just these random fabrications that you come up with while you are sitting on the ****ter to make yourself look and sound cool. I am sick and tired of listening to you run your mouth over and over. It's annoying already. And correct me if I am wrong, didn't you already have a title shot without this tournament? Or did I dream that?
No...
Wait..
Yeah, it happened. And you lost to Rob Diamond.
Just refreshing your memory. I guess all the roids are finally starting to eat away at your brain too, huh? You big, rugged beast of a man! It's so funny that you are "sick of my bitching and complaining constantly" when I haven't bitched about a damn thing since I got back. I stated facts. Seems you, like all the other arrogant pricks around here, want to just make **** up to suit yourself. Well I got news for you and your father.
GO **** YOURSELF.
Yeah, you heard me. Wanna shut me up? Bring your ****ing ass to the ring tonight and do it. You may beat me into the ground. You may beat me unconscious. You may even try to end my career. But I am going to keep coming back and keep coming back until I get to the top of the mountain. The only person who is going to tell me I am done with this business...
IS ME.
Not you. Not your ****ing father. Not Leonard Fox.
Got it? Or do I need to break it down into smaller words for your neanderthal mind to comprehend? And for the record, you didn't hurt my feelings. Hell, I even went back and watched my last promo again thinking maybe I blacked out and said something I didn't remember. But after watching it, I just had to chalk it up to yet another fabrication of your wild imagination. Oddly, however, you were right about one thing. You said that my only chance to do something big is through you. All I can say to that is..
Damn Skippy...
And that's exactly where I am going tonight in the main event..
RIGHT...
THROUGH...
YOU!
So you ****ing douche bag. Bring it all. Hell, bring your daddy down to the ring with you. I don't give a flying ****. Because as far as I am concerned you are both a couple of assholes who want to run your mouth and talk tough to cover up the fact that you have absolutely no dick. Yeah. I said it. And like I said before...
Deal with it. ****tard!
(Jimmy throws the mic down and the camera pans across to see him walking off as the scene fades to black.)