Post by Amok on Apr 30, 2016 19:59:32 GMT
Friday, April 29, 2016
Madison Square Garden Press Room
Amok is taking part in a press conference for Valentine Wrestling Syndicate’s second ever Pay Per View: Uprising. The room is moderately full; several reporters who cover the sport are there as well as a handful of functionaries for the fledgling wrestling promotion. The only competitor currently present though is Amok. He’s dressed in a blue denim work shirt and khaki carpenter pants, as well as a black skull cap. Sitting alone at the table in the front of the room, he awaits the first question.
Reporter #1: How do you feel going into your first match for a major wrestling promotion?
Amok: Wound up.
There’s a pause.
Reporter #1: Um, how so?
Amok: I'm done waiting. I’ve spent years working small bush league feds for the opportunity that’s coming to me Sunday. No more.
Reporter #2: Can you talk about your background some? Who trained you? Where have you competed?
Amok: I started with a guy named “Golden” Holden McCann. He had a gym in Casper, that’s in Wyoming for you out of towners.
The big man nods his head in the direction of some gentlemen covering the event for the Hispanic market before continuing.
Amok: After, I fought in a bunch of indies in the Mountain West region; Wyoming, Montana, Idaho.
Reporter #2: How would you describe your run in the sport so far?
Amok: I was 65-7. Never pinned. Never made to submit.
Reporter #3: Did you ever hold any titles?
The question makes Amok sneer.
Amok: Nope. They usually kept me away from any belts, you know, on account of politics. I was just working the circuit, not really part of any fed. Not part of the team. Bookers were always scared I’d win their championship and not be around to defend it.
Reporter #2: Were they right?
Amok: Probably, yeah. I wasn’t interested in being champ of the Boise Wrestling Alliance or whatever. My game’s too good for that. Those places were just auditions anyway, for here.
He taps the table for emphasis.
Reporter #4: How did you get signed by Valentine Wrestling Syndicate?
Amok: I was sending out feelers all the time, to all the big companies. Got contract offers from most of them, but VWS was the one that sold me on signing.
Reporter #4: What was it about Valentine Wrestling that convinced you to join them?
Amok: I knew most of the names behind it from their time in WCF and IWF. The fed was operating out of Las Vegas too; which was another plus. But the main reason was that fact VWS is just starting up. It’s new; looking to find an identity; and for me, who wants to make an impact on this sport now, that’s a huge draw. Getting in on the ground floor of Valentine Wrestling, with all its potential, was too good an opportunity to pass up.
Reporter #5: You’ll be getting a chance to make that immediate impact Sunday at Uprising as part of a six man Battle Royale to determine the Number One Contender for the VWS World Title. What are your thoughts on the match?
Amok: I’m the man to beat in the Battle Royale. The stips to the match play to all my strengths. I’ve got the size and power advantage. And since Battle Royales are no DQ, I can do whatever I want to my opponents. Sure, you can say that’s true for everyone, but look at who I’m facing: a bunch of do-gooders and pretty boys who don’t have it in them to get their hands dirty in order to win. Me, I’ll tell you straight up I’d toss my own mother over the top rope to become Number one Contender; ‘cause that’s the way she raised me. This sport is too demanding to have anything resembling a code of ethics. This will likely get me fined but I’ll say it anyway; that’s why the boss runs this place like a damn dictator. She knows to win at this sport, whether you’re talent or office, you got to be ruthless. I recognize that. I respect that. And that’s what makes me so dangerous in the ring, and what will make me a perfect champion for VWS.
Reporter #6: Handicap the match for us. Who do you think will give you the most trouble?
Amok: Gillman probably. Yeah, the irony; expecting the biggest fight from the runt of the litter. But he’s got experience in the ring, and so far seems to be the most motivated. All of the “smarts” in the industry have him picked as the favorite to win this match despite his size. If I weren’t in the Battle Royale I’d say the match was Johnny Gillman’s to win. Too bad for him I am.
The VWS rookie breaks into a huge, insincere grin before focusing on the other men he will be facing at Uprising.
Amok: The rest, I don’t know… do Duke Andrews or Justin Harmony even work here? Jimmy Wicked is exactly what I was talking about earlier; a peach of a guy who might do okay in matches where everybody’s got rules to follow. But in a Battle Royale, against me, who’s willing to do whatever it takes to throw you out of my ring? Wicked’s got no chance. That leaves Mike Bradley, who just isn’t World Championship material. He should stick to the tagging with his sister, and let the big boys fight over the belt that matters.
A representative from VWS’s Media Department speaks up.
VWS Rep: We’ve got time for one more question before Amok has to go.
Amok grunted. He was booked for a signing at a sports memorabilia place all the way in Queens later that day; and dealing with marks was the least favorite part of this job. He decided to share his misery by going a little diva. Standing abruptly, he glowered at the PR stooge and spoke directly to him.
Amok: If this signing is so frigging important screw the questions. I’m done talking anyway. People want answers; they’ll learn them at Uprising.
The scene ends with the big hoss stomping off the stage.
Madison Square Garden Press Room
Amok is taking part in a press conference for Valentine Wrestling Syndicate’s second ever Pay Per View: Uprising. The room is moderately full; several reporters who cover the sport are there as well as a handful of functionaries for the fledgling wrestling promotion. The only competitor currently present though is Amok. He’s dressed in a blue denim work shirt and khaki carpenter pants, as well as a black skull cap. Sitting alone at the table in the front of the room, he awaits the first question.
Reporter #1: How do you feel going into your first match for a major wrestling promotion?
Amok: Wound up.
There’s a pause.
Reporter #1: Um, how so?
Amok: I'm done waiting. I’ve spent years working small bush league feds for the opportunity that’s coming to me Sunday. No more.
Reporter #2: Can you talk about your background some? Who trained you? Where have you competed?
Amok: I started with a guy named “Golden” Holden McCann. He had a gym in Casper, that’s in Wyoming for you out of towners.
The big man nods his head in the direction of some gentlemen covering the event for the Hispanic market before continuing.
Amok: After, I fought in a bunch of indies in the Mountain West region; Wyoming, Montana, Idaho.
Reporter #2: How would you describe your run in the sport so far?
Amok: I was 65-7. Never pinned. Never made to submit.
Reporter #3: Did you ever hold any titles?
The question makes Amok sneer.
Amok: Nope. They usually kept me away from any belts, you know, on account of politics. I was just working the circuit, not really part of any fed. Not part of the team. Bookers were always scared I’d win their championship and not be around to defend it.
Reporter #2: Were they right?
Amok: Probably, yeah. I wasn’t interested in being champ of the Boise Wrestling Alliance or whatever. My game’s too good for that. Those places were just auditions anyway, for here.
He taps the table for emphasis.
Reporter #4: How did you get signed by Valentine Wrestling Syndicate?
Amok: I was sending out feelers all the time, to all the big companies. Got contract offers from most of them, but VWS was the one that sold me on signing.
Reporter #4: What was it about Valentine Wrestling that convinced you to join them?
Amok: I knew most of the names behind it from their time in WCF and IWF. The fed was operating out of Las Vegas too; which was another plus. But the main reason was that fact VWS is just starting up. It’s new; looking to find an identity; and for me, who wants to make an impact on this sport now, that’s a huge draw. Getting in on the ground floor of Valentine Wrestling, with all its potential, was too good an opportunity to pass up.
Reporter #5: You’ll be getting a chance to make that immediate impact Sunday at Uprising as part of a six man Battle Royale to determine the Number One Contender for the VWS World Title. What are your thoughts on the match?
Amok: I’m the man to beat in the Battle Royale. The stips to the match play to all my strengths. I’ve got the size and power advantage. And since Battle Royales are no DQ, I can do whatever I want to my opponents. Sure, you can say that’s true for everyone, but look at who I’m facing: a bunch of do-gooders and pretty boys who don’t have it in them to get their hands dirty in order to win. Me, I’ll tell you straight up I’d toss my own mother over the top rope to become Number one Contender; ‘cause that’s the way she raised me. This sport is too demanding to have anything resembling a code of ethics. This will likely get me fined but I’ll say it anyway; that’s why the boss runs this place like a damn dictator. She knows to win at this sport, whether you’re talent or office, you got to be ruthless. I recognize that. I respect that. And that’s what makes me so dangerous in the ring, and what will make me a perfect champion for VWS.
Reporter #6: Handicap the match for us. Who do you think will give you the most trouble?
Amok: Gillman probably. Yeah, the irony; expecting the biggest fight from the runt of the litter. But he’s got experience in the ring, and so far seems to be the most motivated. All of the “smarts” in the industry have him picked as the favorite to win this match despite his size. If I weren’t in the Battle Royale I’d say the match was Johnny Gillman’s to win. Too bad for him I am.
The VWS rookie breaks into a huge, insincere grin before focusing on the other men he will be facing at Uprising.
Amok: The rest, I don’t know… do Duke Andrews or Justin Harmony even work here? Jimmy Wicked is exactly what I was talking about earlier; a peach of a guy who might do okay in matches where everybody’s got rules to follow. But in a Battle Royale, against me, who’s willing to do whatever it takes to throw you out of my ring? Wicked’s got no chance. That leaves Mike Bradley, who just isn’t World Championship material. He should stick to the tagging with his sister, and let the big boys fight over the belt that matters.
A representative from VWS’s Media Department speaks up.
VWS Rep: We’ve got time for one more question before Amok has to go.
Amok grunted. He was booked for a signing at a sports memorabilia place all the way in Queens later that day; and dealing with marks was the least favorite part of this job. He decided to share his misery by going a little diva. Standing abruptly, he glowered at the PR stooge and spoke directly to him.
Amok: If this signing is so frigging important screw the questions. I’m done talking anyway. People want answers; they’ll learn them at Uprising.
The scene ends with the big hoss stomping off the stage.
