Post by kade on Mar 19, 2007 19:03:31 GMT -5
Its a fairly well known fact that Lucas has never been very "fond" of the press...or any form of it really so it comes as no surprise that he was a little pissed about having to be subject to an interview about his debut. As he stands around in the back, puffing away on a cigarette or at least what is believed to be one, Fabiola rushes towards him with a mind full of questions. He butts out the...cigarette...and turns to the interviewer.[/font]
Hello everyone, Fabiola here. Today I have the pleasure of getting a few words in with the man who will be taking on the newly crowned and first ever Pure Champion...Lucas Klash. Hello Lucas its great to finally have a chance to talk with you.
Wish I could say the same really. Can we just throw some questions out cuz I'm absolutely brimming with answers.
The truck loads of sarcasm couldn't have been much more obvious. Fabiola seems to ignore it though and perseveres.[/font]
Alright! Um...lets start out simple. How do you plan to beat Jimmy Ames...especially in your debut. This match could pretty much make or break your career.
If your thinking I'm stupid enough to give out my thoughts to someone who could easily turn around and give them to my opponent then you have greatly underestimated me.
I would do nothing of the sort...I assure you.
Well I guess I'm one of those people who believes that every one has their price. What yours is well, I'd probably have to do some looking around town..mainly alleys. But I'm quite sure it wouldn't be much of a problem for someone like Jimmy to pay for assistance in this match.
Fabiola for the first time seems slightly shaken by Lucas' comments and offended but this is her job and she's become slightly used to comments against her.[/font]
So Lucas, you seem to be a big enough guy. You've definitely put on some more muscle since I last saw you but compare to Jimmy your not all to large. How do you think Jimmy's size advantage will come into play.
Its usually against everything I say and believe to take the generic route but its not exactly the size of the man that matters. For all I care he could be King Fucking Kong and I would still beat the hell out of him the same way I would if he was a midget. A match is a match...and opponent is an opponent. Limbs are limbs and bones are bones. Everyone has nerves and everyone feels pain. It all comes down to who can endure it more and thats what this title is really all about. No ropebreaks, no ringouts, no submissions. It all comes down to a three count and how much will you have when your covered to kick out. Endurance is the biggest component of the match.
Sounds reasonable.
Good because quite frankly, I didn't intend on repeating myself.
Lucas looks up at the roof, wanting this to end quicker then IT seems to be wanting to.[/font]
Alright. Wha-
No comment.
But I didn't even get to ask the que-
Yellow.
One of Lucas' best tactics, send random answers to the interviewer so the questions quickly deteriorate into nothing.[/font]
Now listen. I'm going to ask the questions and your going to answer them!
Fiesty.
AGH!
Fabiola throws her cue cards into the air and they begin to rain down upon Lucas as she storms off. The cameraman keeps the film rolling though as Lucas snatches one of the cards out of the air. He looks into the camera as he reads it allowed.[/font]
Ahem. Lucas...who do you think will be the winner when this match concludes?
He smirks slightly and raises an eyebrow before looking straight into the lens of the camera, the smirk and raised brow quickly being wiped off his face.[/font]
Who do you fucking think?
The image for the camera quickly goes black as Lucas slams the card against the lens and walks away.[/font]
Hello everyone, Fabiola here. Today I have the pleasure of getting a few words in with the man who will be taking on the newly crowned and first ever Pure Champion...Lucas Klash. Hello Lucas its great to finally have a chance to talk with you.
Wish I could say the same really. Can we just throw some questions out cuz I'm absolutely brimming with answers.
The truck loads of sarcasm couldn't have been much more obvious. Fabiola seems to ignore it though and perseveres.[/font]
Alright! Um...lets start out simple. How do you plan to beat Jimmy Ames...especially in your debut. This match could pretty much make or break your career.
If your thinking I'm stupid enough to give out my thoughts to someone who could easily turn around and give them to my opponent then you have greatly underestimated me.
I would do nothing of the sort...I assure you.
Well I guess I'm one of those people who believes that every one has their price. What yours is well, I'd probably have to do some looking around town..mainly alleys. But I'm quite sure it wouldn't be much of a problem for someone like Jimmy to pay for assistance in this match.
Fabiola for the first time seems slightly shaken by Lucas' comments and offended but this is her job and she's become slightly used to comments against her.[/font]
So Lucas, you seem to be a big enough guy. You've definitely put on some more muscle since I last saw you but compare to Jimmy your not all to large. How do you think Jimmy's size advantage will come into play.
Its usually against everything I say and believe to take the generic route but its not exactly the size of the man that matters. For all I care he could be King Fucking Kong and I would still beat the hell out of him the same way I would if he was a midget. A match is a match...and opponent is an opponent. Limbs are limbs and bones are bones. Everyone has nerves and everyone feels pain. It all comes down to who can endure it more and thats what this title is really all about. No ropebreaks, no ringouts, no submissions. It all comes down to a three count and how much will you have when your covered to kick out. Endurance is the biggest component of the match.
Sounds reasonable.
Good because quite frankly, I didn't intend on repeating myself.
Lucas looks up at the roof, wanting this to end quicker then IT seems to be wanting to.[/font]
Alright. Wha-
No comment.
But I didn't even get to ask the que-
Yellow.
One of Lucas' best tactics, send random answers to the interviewer so the questions quickly deteriorate into nothing.[/font]
Now listen. I'm going to ask the questions and your going to answer them!
Fiesty.
AGH!
Fabiola throws her cue cards into the air and they begin to rain down upon Lucas as she storms off. The cameraman keeps the film rolling though as Lucas snatches one of the cards out of the air. He looks into the camera as he reads it allowed.[/font]
Ahem. Lucas...who do you think will be the winner when this match concludes?
He smirks slightly and raises an eyebrow before looking straight into the lens of the camera, the smirk and raised brow quickly being wiped off his face.[/font]
Who do you fucking think?
The image for the camera quickly goes black as Lucas slams the card against the lens and walks away.[/font]