Post by Freakke on Mar 24, 2010 21:57:53 GMT -6
Freakke was bouncing up and down and getting pumped up in the Ravenwood Gym. His manager Ms. Fitte was sitting behind him looking curiously at him.
"What are you doing? You just did five hours of straight excersize. You have to be tired."
"I'm getting pumped up for the match."
"You do know it's not for a few more days right? Or has all of the training and wrestling and buffoonery whittled away your brain?"
"I know. I'm exhausted. But I want to get into that thinking that I have to go on even though I'm beat up and tired. It'll help when I try to make it up the ladder. I know I'm not getting up there quick and easy. If I did, there'd be something seriously wrong."
"So you're plan is to get used to being exhausted so you can perform better in the match...I can buy that."
Freakke stopped and more or less collapsed.
"But you still need to take it easy for now. It won't do you any good if your too tired to climb at the beginning of the match."
Freakke laid back on the ground and started to breathe a bit more lightly. Ms. Fitte smiled but shook her head.
"That it for the day? I'm starting to get hungry."
"Yeah, sounds about right."
Ms. Fitte leaned down and kissed him and patted him on the chest.
"Chinese, you're buying."
Freakke chuckled.
"Alright. Sounds good."
She got up and walked off. Freakke stayed on the ground and started to wipe off his face paint when the camera crew arrived. He looked at them befuddled and then smacked his hand to his forehead.
"I completely forgot you guys were coming...alright, lets make this quick. I have to go get dinner here."
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Freakke was sitting on the floor cross legged as the camera turned on. His face paint was messed up but he didn't seem to notice or mind.
"Hello my dear cretins. As you can see, you caught me at a bad time but I've always got room in my schedule for the show and the fans."
He jumped up and looked as energetic and ready for the match as he could ever be.
"Today, we're gonna talk about my opponents. I don't have a lot of negative things to say about them. Ms. Fitte tells me all the time to be a bit more aggressive but it's not me. This week, I have no quarrels with the guys I step into the ring with on Sunday."
Freakke shrugged and smirked.
"First up, Severe Payne. The guys got some miles on him but that doesn't count against him. I've learned the hard way not to under-appreciate a guy his age's talent or ability. I don't intend on doing it at Sovereign either. He's just another competitor in the ring. So the 'I'm an old man' thing won't stop me from smacking you around when the bell rings."
Freakke sat down on the bench and the camera zoomed in some.
"Next up is Alex Jones. I've watched The Phoenix fly in his matches. The guy is good in the air and good on the ground. I know about flying from the turnbuckle. It's a big risk, but that's sometimes the best way to get the big reward. On top of that, when your in the air, just before you connect, it's an amazing feeling. The problem is that it's not called 'High Risk' for nothing. Landing on your opponent is a win-lose kinda thing. You hurt them but your hurt too. They could move or counter it and then your totally screwed. Sunday will be similar. A ladder match is nothing but High Risk. The question is, how good are you at gauging those risks? Can you make it to the top and trust that someone won't knock the ladder down while you're climbing to the prize?"
The camera zoomed out a little and Freakke leaned forward.
"Joe Everyman...once upon a time, that'd have been all I had to say. Your a decent enough wrestler. Well to do in the company. You just have a nasty reputation for failing to capitalize. I hope you don't miss the opportunity this week though. If I weren't trying to win my self, I'd try and encourage you further but...I am so...the next best thing to 'Good Luck'."
Freakke smirked and shrugged his shoulders. He stood back up and cracked his neck.
"Then there's Doc and Venom. You guys are new to here but you've got some pretty big reputations. The locker room is still buzzing about you guys' arrival. I've seen it too. The hype isn't all fluff and words. You two can back it up. The both of you are gonna be an issue in the ring. In my head, the ladder seems to have grown a few rungs. That won't stop me though. Not from giving it my all."
He looked back to the camera and a new level of determination spread across his face. He seemed tense and ready to go. Freakke looked ready moments ago. Now he seemed more.
"As much as I respect each of you, or acknowledge your talents, I won't back down or let you win. It isn't for the belt, the fame, the glory, or to say I beat you all. It's for the sport, the show, the fans, and myself that I will push myself further. I will push you further. I will push until I can't push anymore..."
Freakke closed his eyes and rolled his head back. Then he turned back and opened them.
"Gentlemen, the ladder is waiting for us all Sunday. Sovereign means 'Supreme or highest in power; superior to all others; chief'. Among us six, who will be Sovereign on Sunday?"
The camera faded out.
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And Charlie Smiles collapsed. He sighed heavily as the camera man helped him up.
"I'm sorry. I'm just tired...Thanks man."
"No problem man. Maybe you should relax. You look like your about to pass out."
"Yeah, but I have a dinner to go to first."
"Just don't order the soup...you'll drown."
Charlie started to laugh and couldn't stop. The cameraman chuckled himself and packed everything away. When he looked to leave, the wrestler was fast asleep, sitting against the bench.
"What are you doing? You just did five hours of straight excersize. You have to be tired."
"I'm getting pumped up for the match."
"You do know it's not for a few more days right? Or has all of the training and wrestling and buffoonery whittled away your brain?"
"I know. I'm exhausted. But I want to get into that thinking that I have to go on even though I'm beat up and tired. It'll help when I try to make it up the ladder. I know I'm not getting up there quick and easy. If I did, there'd be something seriously wrong."
"So you're plan is to get used to being exhausted so you can perform better in the match...I can buy that."
Freakke stopped and more or less collapsed.
"But you still need to take it easy for now. It won't do you any good if your too tired to climb at the beginning of the match."
Freakke laid back on the ground and started to breathe a bit more lightly. Ms. Fitte smiled but shook her head.
"That it for the day? I'm starting to get hungry."
"Yeah, sounds about right."
Ms. Fitte leaned down and kissed him and patted him on the chest.
"Chinese, you're buying."
Freakke chuckled.
"Alright. Sounds good."
She got up and walked off. Freakke stayed on the ground and started to wipe off his face paint when the camera crew arrived. He looked at them befuddled and then smacked his hand to his forehead.
"I completely forgot you guys were coming...alright, lets make this quick. I have to go get dinner here."
========================================
Freakke was sitting on the floor cross legged as the camera turned on. His face paint was messed up but he didn't seem to notice or mind.
"Hello my dear cretins. As you can see, you caught me at a bad time but I've always got room in my schedule for the show and the fans."
He jumped up and looked as energetic and ready for the match as he could ever be.
"Today, we're gonna talk about my opponents. I don't have a lot of negative things to say about them. Ms. Fitte tells me all the time to be a bit more aggressive but it's not me. This week, I have no quarrels with the guys I step into the ring with on Sunday."
Freakke shrugged and smirked.
"First up, Severe Payne. The guys got some miles on him but that doesn't count against him. I've learned the hard way not to under-appreciate a guy his age's talent or ability. I don't intend on doing it at Sovereign either. He's just another competitor in the ring. So the 'I'm an old man' thing won't stop me from smacking you around when the bell rings."
Freakke sat down on the bench and the camera zoomed in some.
"Next up is Alex Jones. I've watched The Phoenix fly in his matches. The guy is good in the air and good on the ground. I know about flying from the turnbuckle. It's a big risk, but that's sometimes the best way to get the big reward. On top of that, when your in the air, just before you connect, it's an amazing feeling. The problem is that it's not called 'High Risk' for nothing. Landing on your opponent is a win-lose kinda thing. You hurt them but your hurt too. They could move or counter it and then your totally screwed. Sunday will be similar. A ladder match is nothing but High Risk. The question is, how good are you at gauging those risks? Can you make it to the top and trust that someone won't knock the ladder down while you're climbing to the prize?"
The camera zoomed out a little and Freakke leaned forward.
"Joe Everyman...once upon a time, that'd have been all I had to say. Your a decent enough wrestler. Well to do in the company. You just have a nasty reputation for failing to capitalize. I hope you don't miss the opportunity this week though. If I weren't trying to win my self, I'd try and encourage you further but...I am so...the next best thing to 'Good Luck'."
Freakke smirked and shrugged his shoulders. He stood back up and cracked his neck.
"Then there's Doc and Venom. You guys are new to here but you've got some pretty big reputations. The locker room is still buzzing about you guys' arrival. I've seen it too. The hype isn't all fluff and words. You two can back it up. The both of you are gonna be an issue in the ring. In my head, the ladder seems to have grown a few rungs. That won't stop me though. Not from giving it my all."
He looked back to the camera and a new level of determination spread across his face. He seemed tense and ready to go. Freakke looked ready moments ago. Now he seemed more.
"As much as I respect each of you, or acknowledge your talents, I won't back down or let you win. It isn't for the belt, the fame, the glory, or to say I beat you all. It's for the sport, the show, the fans, and myself that I will push myself further. I will push you further. I will push until I can't push anymore..."
Freakke closed his eyes and rolled his head back. Then he turned back and opened them.
"Gentlemen, the ladder is waiting for us all Sunday. Sovereign means 'Supreme or highest in power; superior to all others; chief'. Among us six, who will be Sovereign on Sunday?"
The camera faded out.
========================================
And Charlie Smiles collapsed. He sighed heavily as the camera man helped him up.
"I'm sorry. I'm just tired...Thanks man."
"No problem man. Maybe you should relax. You look like your about to pass out."
"Yeah, but I have a dinner to go to first."
"Just don't order the soup...you'll drown."
Charlie started to laugh and couldn't stop. The cameraman chuckled himself and packed everything away. When he looked to leave, the wrestler was fast asleep, sitting against the bench.