Post by Lance Invictus on Jan 29, 2010 14:28:47 GMT -5
2:02pm
28 January 2010
Scene opens up in a media room of some sorts where we see two chairs facing each other and a rather bright light shining on both of them. Off to the left Lance Invictus enters the room in a suit looking different from his usual street clothes. He sits in the chair on the right as Jon Englebert from Wrestlezone enters the room and sits across from Lance. A few technicians adjust a few things on both personnel before things begin.
Jon: Welcome Lance, we appreciate you taking time out of your day to speak to us.
Lance: It is my pleasure. It's always a good thing when I can reach out to my new found fans.
Jon: Speaking of, how do you feel about this new found love, you are generally hated, am I right?
Lance thinks for a moment.
Lance: I do it for these people, so, for them to finally acknowledge how great I am is even better. Will it change how I go about things? Probably not. If what I have always done wins me my matches, why deviate from it?
Jon: Solid logic for the most part. Of late, you have been pretty banged up, how is your recovery process?
Lance: So far Jon, it works great, but everytime I get back up on my feet, someone like Hell knocks me back down. I understand it's a dog eat dog world, but there is a part of me that is getting frustrated with it. Wouldn't you?
Jon: I know I would.
Lance: So I have taken some time off in hopes that it will prepare me better for what is coming down the road.
Jon: Speaking of what is coming down the road, you have Hup Urb Punk this week in a rematch from two weeks ago. Thoughts?
Lance: Glad you asked. While Punk has some potential to go far in this organization, he is going to need more than just a count out victory over me to really use me as a stepping stone. While I know Punk will come at me with everything he has, I will not let him defeat me.
Jon: Looking back, he really didn't defeat you in the traditional sense...
Lance: No, he had help from that spineless bastard Hell.
An akward pause ensues for some unknown reason.
Lance: Speaking of that motherfucker, if I am the winner this week against Punk, which I intend to do, I will announce Hell's future.
Jon: How is that possible?
Lance becomes unhappy at the moment.
Lance: Does it matter? I know what is going to happen and he will have to respect it.
Jon: Like Miss Cleo?
Lance: In some respect, yes.
Jon: There also has been some rumor that you've been seeing a shrink.
Lance sighs loudly as he his unhappy that this information has gotten out to the public for its consumption.
Lance: Yes, yes I am. I have only had one session with the Doctor and I am not so sure that the treatment is going to work. However, I will give him a shot because it is what management wants. Why would they let their biggest star fall by the wayside when things go bad. They invested a lot of money into me and want to see me succeed. That is all I am willing to say at this point in time.
Jon: Very well, is there anything else you'd be willing to say before we end this?
Lance: There is infact something I would like to address before this is over. First off Punk, you technically won a hard fought match against me in not the best way. I realize for a guy like you, you need every win you get. I get it, I've been there, I would be gloating like you should be right now. However, let me get this one thing straight, that is the last win you will get over me. I am a superior competitor when compared to you, irregardless of our backgrounds. I know what I can bring to the ring and it trumps anything you can bring to the ring by far. So do me this one thing, kiss your wife or your boyfriend before our match, ask them for luck and pray that I don't destroy you and your career. Secondly, Hell, you are lucky that you wear that title around your waist, I plan on doing something about that soon, but you'll never know when. We're 1-1 and I intend to tip the scales in my favor. So next time you decide you want to hit me from behind, let me know ahead of time, so you can do it to my face.
Slight pause.
Jon: And that wraps up our interview with the Lord of War!
After the interview, Lance takes off his mic and whispers something in Jon's ear. His face goes white as Lance leaves the room. Scene fades to black.
28 January 2010
Scene opens up in a media room of some sorts where we see two chairs facing each other and a rather bright light shining on both of them. Off to the left Lance Invictus enters the room in a suit looking different from his usual street clothes. He sits in the chair on the right as Jon Englebert from Wrestlezone enters the room and sits across from Lance. A few technicians adjust a few things on both personnel before things begin.
Jon: Welcome Lance, we appreciate you taking time out of your day to speak to us.
Lance: It is my pleasure. It's always a good thing when I can reach out to my new found fans.
Jon: Speaking of, how do you feel about this new found love, you are generally hated, am I right?
Lance thinks for a moment.
Lance: I do it for these people, so, for them to finally acknowledge how great I am is even better. Will it change how I go about things? Probably not. If what I have always done wins me my matches, why deviate from it?
Jon: Solid logic for the most part. Of late, you have been pretty banged up, how is your recovery process?
Lance: So far Jon, it works great, but everytime I get back up on my feet, someone like Hell knocks me back down. I understand it's a dog eat dog world, but there is a part of me that is getting frustrated with it. Wouldn't you?
Jon: I know I would.
Lance: So I have taken some time off in hopes that it will prepare me better for what is coming down the road.
Jon: Speaking of what is coming down the road, you have Hup Urb Punk this week in a rematch from two weeks ago. Thoughts?
Lance: Glad you asked. While Punk has some potential to go far in this organization, he is going to need more than just a count out victory over me to really use me as a stepping stone. While I know Punk will come at me with everything he has, I will not let him defeat me.
Jon: Looking back, he really didn't defeat you in the traditional sense...
Lance: No, he had help from that spineless bastard Hell.
An akward pause ensues for some unknown reason.
Lance: Speaking of that motherfucker, if I am the winner this week against Punk, which I intend to do, I will announce Hell's future.
Jon: How is that possible?
Lance becomes unhappy at the moment.
Lance: Does it matter? I know what is going to happen and he will have to respect it.
Jon: Like Miss Cleo?
Lance: In some respect, yes.
Jon: There also has been some rumor that you've been seeing a shrink.
Lance sighs loudly as he his unhappy that this information has gotten out to the public for its consumption.
Lance: Yes, yes I am. I have only had one session with the Doctor and I am not so sure that the treatment is going to work. However, I will give him a shot because it is what management wants. Why would they let their biggest star fall by the wayside when things go bad. They invested a lot of money into me and want to see me succeed. That is all I am willing to say at this point in time.
Jon: Very well, is there anything else you'd be willing to say before we end this?
Lance: There is infact something I would like to address before this is over. First off Punk, you technically won a hard fought match against me in not the best way. I realize for a guy like you, you need every win you get. I get it, I've been there, I would be gloating like you should be right now. However, let me get this one thing straight, that is the last win you will get over me. I am a superior competitor when compared to you, irregardless of our backgrounds. I know what I can bring to the ring and it trumps anything you can bring to the ring by far. So do me this one thing, kiss your wife or your boyfriend before our match, ask them for luck and pray that I don't destroy you and your career. Secondly, Hell, you are lucky that you wear that title around your waist, I plan on doing something about that soon, but you'll never know when. We're 1-1 and I intend to tip the scales in my favor. So next time you decide you want to hit me from behind, let me know ahead of time, so you can do it to my face.
Slight pause.
Jon: And that wraps up our interview with the Lord of War!
After the interview, Lance takes off his mic and whispers something in Jon's ear. His face goes white as Lance leaves the room. Scene fades to black.