Post by obsessed on Jun 13, 2010 23:28:25 GMT -5
Yeah, that's Ripley's music playing right now. Again. Him and Vikram are celebrating in the ring. Not laying flat on his back, the victim of said celebration was Jon Pryor. He had stood up, shaken off the boot that he'd recieved to prevent him from breaking up Ripley's pin on Higby. Who, he didn't even know who the hell he was... or why he was out here. Which is why he wasn't sticking around to see if he was alright. A man that size? Had to be momentarily stunned and they'd probably want to be out right behind him....
Grabbing a towel from the table next to the production area, he began wiping the sweat off of his head as he walked back to his locker room. He sighed, a microphone being shoved in his face.
"Really?"
"Jon Pryor, I'm Fabiola, and..."
"You used to work in Riot's version too, didn't you..."
"How sweet... you remembered." She said, biting back some of the sarcasm. She was only here because this was her job... she had no love lost for Pryor. "Ripley has been a major thorn in your side voicing what many of us in XWA believe... What is going through your head?"
"Do you believe it too?"
"No comment."
"My, I do believe that I'll take that as a yes...
Basically, it goes like this. I don't care who wants me here, who doesn't want me to be here. I don't care who thinks that they can take me out, because just like Ripley's failed to do, just like everybody else has failed to do... you can't break Jon Pryor. Jon Pryor doesn't go away... if I did? I'd be long gone like my promotion and it wouldn't be at someone else's hands. It wouldn't be by someone else's mouth like all of the rest of the fragile people I've had the displeasure of working with.
You know, he's partially right. I'm here to cement a legacy. I'm here to rebuild what I had in LXW, the last place that it seems that I was where there was actually real competition that wasn't just interested in self made wars and dyking out. This guy wants a piece of me?
I'll set down the welcome mat.
Nothing better than putting my foot on the throat of the "New Sensation," shutting him up, and moving on to the next guy that thinks he can take me down and...*"
He's cut off...
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[/b][/u]Grabbing a towel from the table next to the production area, he began wiping the sweat off of his head as he walked back to his locker room. He sighed, a microphone being shoved in his face.
"Really?"
"Jon Pryor, I'm Fabiola, and..."
"You used to work in Riot's version too, didn't you..."
"How sweet... you remembered." She said, biting back some of the sarcasm. She was only here because this was her job... she had no love lost for Pryor. "Ripley has been a major thorn in your side voicing what many of us in XWA believe... What is going through your head?"
"Do you believe it too?"
"No comment."
"My, I do believe that I'll take that as a yes...
Basically, it goes like this. I don't care who wants me here, who doesn't want me to be here. I don't care who thinks that they can take me out, because just like Ripley's failed to do, just like everybody else has failed to do... you can't break Jon Pryor. Jon Pryor doesn't go away... if I did? I'd be long gone like my promotion and it wouldn't be at someone else's hands. It wouldn't be by someone else's mouth like all of the rest of the fragile people I've had the displeasure of working with.
You know, he's partially right. I'm here to cement a legacy. I'm here to rebuild what I had in LXW, the last place that it seems that I was where there was actually real competition that wasn't just interested in self made wars and dyking out. This guy wants a piece of me?
I'll set down the welcome mat.
Nothing better than putting my foot on the throat of the "New Sensation," shutting him up, and moving on to the next guy that thinks he can take me down and...*"
He's cut off...