Post by Karl Storm on Jul 24, 2009 19:19:10 GMT -5
Pretty when you cry by VAST is blaring over the arena PA system as Karl Storm stands in the middle of the ring, waiting impatiently for the referee to raise his hand in victory. A sneer of contempt flickers across his face as he glances around, first at the crowd and then down at his fallen opponent. His hand raised he wastes no time in exiting the ring, focusing his attentions on the entrance way ahead of him and blanking the crowd noise from his mind. No sooner is he through the curtain than he is accosted by a man with a microphone and a camera in tow.
Karl Storm, a shaky performance in your match with John Cena just now. Do you feel that will effect you going into Last Resort with Matt Kraven?
Storm casts his eyes slowly over the other man and cocks his head to one side, finding a nearby surface to lean against before responding.
And you are?
Uhm--I'm Jeremy Borash.
Ah, pleasure to meet you Mr. Borash.
Storm flashes a wolfish grin and extends a hand, after a moment of hesitation Borash clasps it, only giving it a cursory shake before withdrawing it quickly.
Well, now that we're been properly introduced what was your question again?
Do you feel that the unconvincing performance in tonights match will effect you against Matt Kraven when you meet in two nights at Last Resort?
A quick shrug meets the question and Storm runs his hands through his hair a couple of times, his tongue trailing across his lips as he considers his response.
Well tonight was hardly an ideal warm up but I can't imagine it will change things any.
Could you perhaps take us through what you'll be doing to prepare for your opponent this Sunday?
What's to take you through? I mean, I just picked up Little King's Story so I'll probably give that a blast at some point over the weekend, assuming I'm quite in the right condition, of course. I mean there's a pretty big party in a couple of hours from now that I've got an invite for, so it would be rude to pass that up.
Any, I don't know, training maybe?
Any what?
Training?
Well I saw him beat Hellman, and I guess I could dig up some old footage from somewhere if I'm not too busy tomorrow.
...
The blank expression that greets him causes Storm to sigh and push away from the structure he leans against, placing one hand on Borash's right shoulder and picking at an imaginary speck of dirt before smoothing down the fabric.
Let me explain something to you, Jeremy. Training and practice and all those other quaint little notions? They are for lesser men. Men who aren't, perhaps, what you would call a prodigy.
Are you suggesting that I should break the pattern that has worked for me in every aspect of my life for, what? A man with a grand nickname? A man with a history of accomplishments that dwarfs mine? Have you not been LISTENING to what I've been saying for the last month? I WANT people like that, I NEED people like that.
People like that are supposed to be the ones who will give me a challenge. They're supposed to be the ones who will push me to my undiscovered limit and leave me stinging with the unfamiliar sensation of defeat. So far, though, all any of these people have done is tumble before me.
His other hand comes up to rest on Borash's left shoulder and he leans in a little closer, his voice has lost it's usually flippant tone and taken on a colder edge and his eyes glint dangerously.
Do you know just what the word craven actually means? It is a person characterised by their cowardice and overwhelming fear.
Surnames have a tendency to be in place for a reason, describing a profession. Possibly even indicating the original homestead of the family. A characteristic that defines that bloodline, perhaps?
A soft smirk creeps across his lips and he releases Borash from his grasp and returns to lounging against the nearest surface.
Oh my, I do hope that didn't come across as an implication. I merely thought it was interesting to point out is all. Isn't language fun, Jeremy?
As for Mr. Kraven himself, I relish being his quarry. I wait with baited breath to see if he can bring me the kind of challenge that I desire, or just turn out to be a woeful disappointment.
He turns his gaze to the camera for the first time now and runs a hand along his jaw slowly, his smirk growing into a wide grin as he inclines his head slightly in a greeting.
Will you be "Simply the best" at Last Resort, Mr. Kraven? Or will you just be another statistic in this tedious winning streak I appear to be building?
Whatever the outcome, I can only hope you are able to bring me something resembling a challenge. I'm growing weary of the constant disappointments.
Now if everybody would excuse me, I have to go. My hair won't very well style itself.
He winks to the camera and executes an exaggerated bow before striding out of shot.
End scene.
Karl Storm, a shaky performance in your match with John Cena just now. Do you feel that will effect you going into Last Resort with Matt Kraven?
Storm casts his eyes slowly over the other man and cocks his head to one side, finding a nearby surface to lean against before responding.
And you are?
Uhm--I'm Jeremy Borash.
Ah, pleasure to meet you Mr. Borash.
Storm flashes a wolfish grin and extends a hand, after a moment of hesitation Borash clasps it, only giving it a cursory shake before withdrawing it quickly.
Well, now that we're been properly introduced what was your question again?
Do you feel that the unconvincing performance in tonights match will effect you against Matt Kraven when you meet in two nights at Last Resort?
A quick shrug meets the question and Storm runs his hands through his hair a couple of times, his tongue trailing across his lips as he considers his response.
Well tonight was hardly an ideal warm up but I can't imagine it will change things any.
Could you perhaps take us through what you'll be doing to prepare for your opponent this Sunday?
What's to take you through? I mean, I just picked up Little King's Story so I'll probably give that a blast at some point over the weekend, assuming I'm quite in the right condition, of course. I mean there's a pretty big party in a couple of hours from now that I've got an invite for, so it would be rude to pass that up.
Any, I don't know, training maybe?
Any what?
Training?
Well I saw him beat Hellman, and I guess I could dig up some old footage from somewhere if I'm not too busy tomorrow.
...
The blank expression that greets him causes Storm to sigh and push away from the structure he leans against, placing one hand on Borash's right shoulder and picking at an imaginary speck of dirt before smoothing down the fabric.
Let me explain something to you, Jeremy. Training and practice and all those other quaint little notions? They are for lesser men. Men who aren't, perhaps, what you would call a prodigy.
Are you suggesting that I should break the pattern that has worked for me in every aspect of my life for, what? A man with a grand nickname? A man with a history of accomplishments that dwarfs mine? Have you not been LISTENING to what I've been saying for the last month? I WANT people like that, I NEED people like that.
People like that are supposed to be the ones who will give me a challenge. They're supposed to be the ones who will push me to my undiscovered limit and leave me stinging with the unfamiliar sensation of defeat. So far, though, all any of these people have done is tumble before me.
His other hand comes up to rest on Borash's left shoulder and he leans in a little closer, his voice has lost it's usually flippant tone and taken on a colder edge and his eyes glint dangerously.
Do you know just what the word craven actually means? It is a person characterised by their cowardice and overwhelming fear.
Surnames have a tendency to be in place for a reason, describing a profession. Possibly even indicating the original homestead of the family. A characteristic that defines that bloodline, perhaps?
A soft smirk creeps across his lips and he releases Borash from his grasp and returns to lounging against the nearest surface.
Oh my, I do hope that didn't come across as an implication. I merely thought it was interesting to point out is all. Isn't language fun, Jeremy?
As for Mr. Kraven himself, I relish being his quarry. I wait with baited breath to see if he can bring me the kind of challenge that I desire, or just turn out to be a woeful disappointment.
He turns his gaze to the camera for the first time now and runs a hand along his jaw slowly, his smirk growing into a wide grin as he inclines his head slightly in a greeting.
Will you be "Simply the best" at Last Resort, Mr. Kraven? Or will you just be another statistic in this tedious winning streak I appear to be building?
Whatever the outcome, I can only hope you are able to bring me something resembling a challenge. I'm growing weary of the constant disappointments.
Now if everybody would excuse me, I have to go. My hair won't very well style itself.
He winks to the camera and executes an exaggerated bow before striding out of shot.
End scene.
