Post by Freakke on Aug 27, 2011 3:48:08 GMT -6
--- nCw Home Offices, Dallas, Texas ---
Freakke stood out in the halls on a break after various meetings and discussions regarding the situation at hand. He needed the air. His composure was almost shot. He found his way to the break room and sat down with his phone in his hand. He started hitting the buttons on it as he saw a group of tech specialists walk past. He put the phone against his ear and waited as the device rang.
”Hello love...”
He smiled.
”I'm doing fine. How are you holding up?”
Another pause.
”I know. How's Alice doing?...Good. Tell her I'll sign the cast when I get back...Yeah, he's here...”
Freakke rubbed his temples and sighed.
”Right now its being ironed out whose going into the ring Sunday, whose gotta do what and how best to settle this. We need to rewrite the contract though. This loophole crap sucks. I miss you guys...I'm working on it though. Hell or high water it'll work its way through.”
He leaned on the table a bit more, staring at spot he had picked out for no particular reason.
”Alright. I gotta go. I have to be in three different places at once in ten minutes. I'll see you later. Love you.”
He smiled finally. He pressed the end button and then the smile faded.
”Happy loves you too.”
Freakke looked down noticing the other clown's arms wrapped around his chest. Mr. Happy's incessant clinging made Freakke smirk.
”Soap.”
”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, WOMEN AND HAPPY'S FIRST!”
Mr. Happy fled at the sound of his hated enemy. Freakke smirked and shook his head. The smile left him after that though. He started to chuckle again though and it came back.
”Its good to have one thing back normal for a change.”
--- Chad Lights Interview with Freakke the Carnival King ---
Freakke sat down smirking at something he had just heard and turned to face Chad, who was flipping through notes. Chad looked as if he had woken up in a garbage can after a hard nights drinking.
”Looking good Lights.”
“Thanks, new suit.”
”The disheveled Robert Downey Jr. look works well for you. Maybe you should lay back on the drinking though.”
Chad paused.
“Yeah...I was out..err...drinking...that's it.”
Awkward pause moment.
“Alright, how about we get started. So, You're really the real you. Not another guy pretending to be Freakke, right?”
”Nah, Im just some green alien's clone meant to come down and conquer the world.”
Chad kind of shifted away a moment.
”I'm just kidding, we all know aliens aren't green. No, I'm really me. Good ol fashioned Freakke-zilla.”
Chad looked the Carnival King over. The tattooed man smiled almost obscenely wide in comical fashion.
“Yeah, your are idiot alright. So whose this other guy? Is he a stand in? Friend? Some sort of crazed fan?”
”He's a black head on the face of society. Aside from that I've been told I'm not allowed to say. Contract and court rulings. All kind of messed up. That, and despite my general spite for said individual, he is in some sick twisted way, a luchador, and I won't disrespect my roots by calling him out or prying that from him. Even if he doesn't care for the traditions or anything as such.”
Chad cleared his throat as he flipped note cards.
“I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that you can't tell us why he's here either, can you?”
”Actually, he's here to discredit me and to find some way to exploit me and to negotiate with me. The point is though he's a complete animal that has no control. He hurt someone I care very much about and he's in trouble for it finally.”
Chad nodded and he tapped his cards.
”Not to be the one to drive where this goes, but I'd rather not talk about it. I'm not allowed to say so much and It's been an unpleasant sort of thing these last few months.”
Chad looked almost ready to protest but decided against it.
“Alright. Well let's talk about your upcoming match with Caleb Lockwood.”
”Well, to be honest, I've been trying to get back in the ring this entire last month. Issues here and there arisen from the chump in the mask and spandex. Its gonna be good to get back to it, but I bet there'll be issues with masked me.”
“Wait, you aren't the one going to the ring?”
”No, I'm the one going to the ring. The last few weeks though, I've been asked not to interrupt his matches or to force my way to the ring. It was fine with me because I've been sick from the little vacation he sent me on. One cargo class ticket to China and a walk across Asia. Yeah, I got something rank built up after that.”
Chad looked genuinely disgusted as Freakke waved his hand in front of his face.
“OK then...So Caleb Lockwood?”
”All of the issues aside, Caleb is a great X Division wrestler. He used all the old 'I hate Clowns' promo offerings that I see all the time, but the guys got some real talent. I never deny my opponents there strengths. He's fast. I've seen some of his parcour stuff. The kid can move. What makes this complicated is that I do the same kind of things in the ring. Fast, high impact moves that either break our opponents down, or leave us laying on the mat trying to recover from the crash we just took. Speed and dexterity are important qualities for guys like us. What I think this match will boil down to is, not whose faster, but who can endure more. Then again, it could be a lot like an old west shoot out. It'll be all about who hits that game changing move if its anything like that.”
“That's two extremely different ways of looking at it.”
”What other ways are there? I'm looking forward to this. Its exciting. Great match, great opponent. Amazing arena. The Square is a pretty damned nice place to wrestle in. Given how great this match is shaping up to be, I consider myself really lucky to be on that card.”
“Even as the opener?”
”Hell, you know what they say. Only as strong as your weakest link. The opening match sets the tempo for the rest of the night. If our match starts the show out strong, everyone wants to keep that momentum going. Its kinda like a feeling you get backstage. You see whats happening on the screen and it kinda gets you pumped up and rearin to go.”
“We're about out of time. Do you have anything else to add before we wrap this up?”
”Umm, sure. Caleb had best bring his A game or I'm gonna be a wee bit pissed off. I cant top what I've already done against someone whose coming at me half hearted. I intend to go in there full bore and give him that same chance at greatness. Well, it's been a pleasure Chad but I gotta fly myself.”
“It's been a privilege doing an interview with you that hasn't devolved into some kind of massive gag.”
”Oh yeah, I didn't even think of that...”
Freakke stuck his forefinger in his mouth and then directly into Chad's ear.
”Wet Willy! Have a Freakke-in sweet day man.”
Chad visibly but calmly fumed.
“You're a douchebag. You really are.”
Freakke smirked and that was that.
--- Chad Lights Interview with Freakke the Clown(earlier that same day) ---
Chad sat opposite the masked Freakke in his new suit. He smiled as the camera started to roll.
“Err, Freakke 2 can you shed some light on this whole you and the real Freakke thing?”
The masked Freakke said nothing. His mask slightly ripped from last weeks assault.
“Ok then...how about shedding some light on who you really are and what your up to? Anything at all?”
The imposter turned to Lights and a low throated growl escaped him.
”I've already said why I'm here and who I am doesn't matter. I will get whats mine.”
Chad loosened his collar some as the masked clown stood up to leave.
“We just started, where are you going?”
”I'm leaving. I never agreed to do this interview. You practically kidnapped me from the gym.”
“I just have a few more questions.”
”No more questions.”
“But the-”
Chad barely got out another syllable as the imposter Freakke whipped around and grabbed him. Chad was then thrown over his chair into the table set up between the two seats. The imposter then flipped the chair on top, as if to mock the interviewer.
”How about this...”
He adjusted his mask slightly and turned back to Lights.
”I'm Freakke the Clown and I'm here for my own reasons. You'll know when it's time for you to know. Don't like it? Tough ****...”
He scoffed.
"Oh and Lights, you should get some nice clothes if you're gonna be on TV."
Freakke stood out in the halls on a break after various meetings and discussions regarding the situation at hand. He needed the air. His composure was almost shot. He found his way to the break room and sat down with his phone in his hand. He started hitting the buttons on it as he saw a group of tech specialists walk past. He put the phone against his ear and waited as the device rang.
”Hello love...”
He smiled.
”I'm doing fine. How are you holding up?”
Another pause.
”I know. How's Alice doing?...Good. Tell her I'll sign the cast when I get back...Yeah, he's here...”
Freakke rubbed his temples and sighed.
”Right now its being ironed out whose going into the ring Sunday, whose gotta do what and how best to settle this. We need to rewrite the contract though. This loophole crap sucks. I miss you guys...I'm working on it though. Hell or high water it'll work its way through.”
He leaned on the table a bit more, staring at spot he had picked out for no particular reason.
”Alright. I gotta go. I have to be in three different places at once in ten minutes. I'll see you later. Love you.”
He smiled finally. He pressed the end button and then the smile faded.
”Happy loves you too.”
Freakke looked down noticing the other clown's arms wrapped around his chest. Mr. Happy's incessant clinging made Freakke smirk.
”Soap.”
”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, WOMEN AND HAPPY'S FIRST!”
Mr. Happy fled at the sound of his hated enemy. Freakke smirked and shook his head. The smile left him after that though. He started to chuckle again though and it came back.
”Its good to have one thing back normal for a change.”
--- Chad Lights Interview with Freakke the Carnival King ---
Freakke sat down smirking at something he had just heard and turned to face Chad, who was flipping through notes. Chad looked as if he had woken up in a garbage can after a hard nights drinking.
”Looking good Lights.”
“Thanks, new suit.”
”The disheveled Robert Downey Jr. look works well for you. Maybe you should lay back on the drinking though.”
Chad paused.
“Yeah...I was out..err...drinking...that's it.”
Awkward pause moment.
“Alright, how about we get started. So, You're really the real you. Not another guy pretending to be Freakke, right?”
”Nah, Im just some green alien's clone meant to come down and conquer the world.”
Chad kind of shifted away a moment.
”I'm just kidding, we all know aliens aren't green. No, I'm really me. Good ol fashioned Freakke-zilla.”
Chad looked the Carnival King over. The tattooed man smiled almost obscenely wide in comical fashion.
“Yeah, your are idiot alright. So whose this other guy? Is he a stand in? Friend? Some sort of crazed fan?”
”He's a black head on the face of society. Aside from that I've been told I'm not allowed to say. Contract and court rulings. All kind of messed up. That, and despite my general spite for said individual, he is in some sick twisted way, a luchador, and I won't disrespect my roots by calling him out or prying that from him. Even if he doesn't care for the traditions or anything as such.”
Chad cleared his throat as he flipped note cards.
“I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that you can't tell us why he's here either, can you?”
”Actually, he's here to discredit me and to find some way to exploit me and to negotiate with me. The point is though he's a complete animal that has no control. He hurt someone I care very much about and he's in trouble for it finally.”
Chad nodded and he tapped his cards.
”Not to be the one to drive where this goes, but I'd rather not talk about it. I'm not allowed to say so much and It's been an unpleasant sort of thing these last few months.”
Chad looked almost ready to protest but decided against it.
“Alright. Well let's talk about your upcoming match with Caleb Lockwood.”
”Well, to be honest, I've been trying to get back in the ring this entire last month. Issues here and there arisen from the chump in the mask and spandex. Its gonna be good to get back to it, but I bet there'll be issues with masked me.”
“Wait, you aren't the one going to the ring?”
”No, I'm the one going to the ring. The last few weeks though, I've been asked not to interrupt his matches or to force my way to the ring. It was fine with me because I've been sick from the little vacation he sent me on. One cargo class ticket to China and a walk across Asia. Yeah, I got something rank built up after that.”
Chad looked genuinely disgusted as Freakke waved his hand in front of his face.
“OK then...So Caleb Lockwood?”
”All of the issues aside, Caleb is a great X Division wrestler. He used all the old 'I hate Clowns' promo offerings that I see all the time, but the guys got some real talent. I never deny my opponents there strengths. He's fast. I've seen some of his parcour stuff. The kid can move. What makes this complicated is that I do the same kind of things in the ring. Fast, high impact moves that either break our opponents down, or leave us laying on the mat trying to recover from the crash we just took. Speed and dexterity are important qualities for guys like us. What I think this match will boil down to is, not whose faster, but who can endure more. Then again, it could be a lot like an old west shoot out. It'll be all about who hits that game changing move if its anything like that.”
“That's two extremely different ways of looking at it.”
”What other ways are there? I'm looking forward to this. Its exciting. Great match, great opponent. Amazing arena. The Square is a pretty damned nice place to wrestle in. Given how great this match is shaping up to be, I consider myself really lucky to be on that card.”
“Even as the opener?”
”Hell, you know what they say. Only as strong as your weakest link. The opening match sets the tempo for the rest of the night. If our match starts the show out strong, everyone wants to keep that momentum going. Its kinda like a feeling you get backstage. You see whats happening on the screen and it kinda gets you pumped up and rearin to go.”
“We're about out of time. Do you have anything else to add before we wrap this up?”
”Umm, sure. Caleb had best bring his A game or I'm gonna be a wee bit pissed off. I cant top what I've already done against someone whose coming at me half hearted. I intend to go in there full bore and give him that same chance at greatness. Well, it's been a pleasure Chad but I gotta fly myself.”
“It's been a privilege doing an interview with you that hasn't devolved into some kind of massive gag.”
”Oh yeah, I didn't even think of that...”
Freakke stuck his forefinger in his mouth and then directly into Chad's ear.
”Wet Willy! Have a Freakke-in sweet day man.”
Chad visibly but calmly fumed.
“You're a douchebag. You really are.”
Freakke smirked and that was that.
--- Chad Lights Interview with Freakke the Clown(earlier that same day) ---
Chad sat opposite the masked Freakke in his new suit. He smiled as the camera started to roll.
“Err, Freakke 2 can you shed some light on this whole you and the real Freakke thing?”
The masked Freakke said nothing. His mask slightly ripped from last weeks assault.
“Ok then...how about shedding some light on who you really are and what your up to? Anything at all?”
The imposter turned to Lights and a low throated growl escaped him.
”I've already said why I'm here and who I am doesn't matter. I will get whats mine.”
Chad loosened his collar some as the masked clown stood up to leave.
“We just started, where are you going?”
”I'm leaving. I never agreed to do this interview. You practically kidnapped me from the gym.”
“I just have a few more questions.”
”No more questions.”
“But the-”
Chad barely got out another syllable as the imposter Freakke whipped around and grabbed him. Chad was then thrown over his chair into the table set up between the two seats. The imposter then flipped the chair on top, as if to mock the interviewer.
”How about this...”
He adjusted his mask slightly and turned back to Lights.
”I'm Freakke the Clown and I'm here for my own reasons. You'll know when it's time for you to know. Don't like it? Tough ****...”
He scoffed.
"Oh and Lights, you should get some nice clothes if you're gonna be on TV."