Post by zombie on Mar 7, 2017 21:09:34 GMT -5
Sam Young checks his breath and waves off the camerawoman before realizing she's recording. He looks around at the parking lot for his guests but finds no one. He straightens out his suit jacket and smiles deciding to begin anyways.
“Hello AWE fans! Sam Young here. It is an honor to finally give you an exclusive interview. Today I will meet with the Dynamic Tag Team Champions, Ketsuekigata Z! I will get their thoughts on the growing tag scene in AWE, their past as wrestlers, and their future as champions. It took some effort to find them and organize this but I'm always here for you guys. Here they come.
He is brimming with anticipation as Aokigahara and Kimitsu Zombie come towards him. He extends a hand but Kimitsu gets right up in his face.
“Shut the fuck up!”
“Aw, man.”
“I said shut the fuck up.”
Kimitsu takes the microphone from him and Aokigahara pats Young on the back and puts an arm around him to lean them both against the wall. Kimitsu glares at the camera, and snaps at the camerawoman.
“Hey, asshole. On me. Closer. There. I just talk and you will listen. American Tommy. I don’t know how he convinced Kassandra or Tony or whoever the fuck to give him this match but I have to deal with him. I wish I could say I got used to it but it's just getting tiring.
“A year and a half. It was about a year and a half ago that I met him and since the beginning it was the same. He would leave me notes, DMs, texts, and talk about me in almost every Sinister Minister interview and promotional shoot. My sensei, Tokyo Zombie, claimed that he was a child of the darkness but I thought he was harmless. They were just words anyway.
“Then after our excursion to Japan it got worse. Blame mixed signals and some friendliness but I gave in some. Then no matter where I went my phone would blow up every couple of days with comments about Harry Potter’s dick or how he wanted to clean my muggle pipes. I don’t know if he actually intends any of it to work. Does he think that one day he’ll wake up and get a letter by owl with instructions to my bed? That I’ll be waiting for him in some medieval castle ready to be ravaged by the cock obsessed virgin with a mental disorder? No matter how hard I try to make him see that it ain’t happening he keeps going thinking that it’ll whittle me down but he doesn’t know how much I can put up with.
“I guess it’s my fault for not shutting him down more forcefully. I considered him harmless. I figured he was just a misguided boy with a crush. He was just a mouth anyway and we knew how to deal with his muscle. Sinister Minister was the real threat. He was the one to defeat in the ring… he was the focus. American Tommy was no one important.
She paces back and forth and rustles her hair in frustration.
“Now he wants to step into active fucking duty. Tommy wants to wrestle and take that brash mouth of his and back it up with his fists in the ring. Shit, I should be impressed. I should be looking at him with respect as I try to do with most competitors at first. He’s just starting out and I was on that path for years myself. I should be taking as a sign and taking him more seriously. Maybe Tommy was shaping up… but I am a bit naive when it comes to men.
“Right off the bat he makes his last mistake. With only a few weeks of training with fucking Lawson of all people he thinks he can defeat me! ME?!”
She points into the camera and gets closer.
“Listen closely you dense motherfucker. Stop masturbating to your Bindy toys and look into the screen. I can take all the messages and tweets about my goods and assets. Women get that shit walking down the street and that’s all you were to me. Just another asshole spewing shit. But I stood clear of it. I know you don’t respect me like that and it didn’t matter to me. You didn’t matter...
“But don’t think for a second that you can come off that fucking shit talking sidewalk to challenge me at what I do best. You wanna become a fighter? Go right the fuck ahead. Believe in magic all you want. I don’t care. But don’t even think that you can combine the two and expect to win this match. If you are trying to get a rise out of me then congratu-fucking-lations-"
She pulls her hair back and cracks a laugh. Sam Young looks concerned and Aokigahara grunts to keep her focused. She shuts her wide eyed glare down and breathes deeply. When she opens her eyes again she is dead calm. She even smiles.
“When we fight on Massacre 10 go ahead and try to act out your fantasies. I invite you to feel me up and try to mount me and get a boner and live out whatever you thought was going to happen when we finally had to touch again. I don’t care about your words until you insult my training. You didn’t matter to me until you became a fighter. You were an insect that tried to crawl up my leg but now you’re the person that’s trying to take my food and money away from me. All the annoyance I have stored up over all this time will become a blinding rage that I won’t be able to control this time. Will you be able to talk with a broken jaw? Will you be able to type with mangled fingers?
“I'll become your nightmare, Tommy, and there isn’t a fetish in the world that can help you survive me now.”
She lets the mic fall and lowers her head until her hair covers her eyes. The smile shrinks into a grimace and we fade.
“Hello AWE fans! Sam Young here. It is an honor to finally give you an exclusive interview. Today I will meet with the Dynamic Tag Team Champions, Ketsuekigata Z! I will get their thoughts on the growing tag scene in AWE, their past as wrestlers, and their future as champions. It took some effort to find them and organize this but I'm always here for you guys. Here they come.
He is brimming with anticipation as Aokigahara and Kimitsu Zombie come towards him. He extends a hand but Kimitsu gets right up in his face.
“Shut the fuck up!”
“Aw, man.”
“I said shut the fuck up.”
Kimitsu takes the microphone from him and Aokigahara pats Young on the back and puts an arm around him to lean them both against the wall. Kimitsu glares at the camera, and snaps at the camerawoman.
“Hey, asshole. On me. Closer. There. I just talk and you will listen. American Tommy. I don’t know how he convinced Kassandra or Tony or whoever the fuck to give him this match but I have to deal with him. I wish I could say I got used to it but it's just getting tiring.
“A year and a half. It was about a year and a half ago that I met him and since the beginning it was the same. He would leave me notes, DMs, texts, and talk about me in almost every Sinister Minister interview and promotional shoot. My sensei, Tokyo Zombie, claimed that he was a child of the darkness but I thought he was harmless. They were just words anyway.
“Then after our excursion to Japan it got worse. Blame mixed signals and some friendliness but I gave in some. Then no matter where I went my phone would blow up every couple of days with comments about Harry Potter’s dick or how he wanted to clean my muggle pipes. I don’t know if he actually intends any of it to work. Does he think that one day he’ll wake up and get a letter by owl with instructions to my bed? That I’ll be waiting for him in some medieval castle ready to be ravaged by the cock obsessed virgin with a mental disorder? No matter how hard I try to make him see that it ain’t happening he keeps going thinking that it’ll whittle me down but he doesn’t know how much I can put up with.
“I guess it’s my fault for not shutting him down more forcefully. I considered him harmless. I figured he was just a misguided boy with a crush. He was just a mouth anyway and we knew how to deal with his muscle. Sinister Minister was the real threat. He was the one to defeat in the ring… he was the focus. American Tommy was no one important.
She paces back and forth and rustles her hair in frustration.
“Now he wants to step into active fucking duty. Tommy wants to wrestle and take that brash mouth of his and back it up with his fists in the ring. Shit, I should be impressed. I should be looking at him with respect as I try to do with most competitors at first. He’s just starting out and I was on that path for years myself. I should be taking as a sign and taking him more seriously. Maybe Tommy was shaping up… but I am a bit naive when it comes to men.
“Right off the bat he makes his last mistake. With only a few weeks of training with fucking Lawson of all people he thinks he can defeat me! ME?!”
She points into the camera and gets closer.
“Listen closely you dense motherfucker. Stop masturbating to your Bindy toys and look into the screen. I can take all the messages and tweets about my goods and assets. Women get that shit walking down the street and that’s all you were to me. Just another asshole spewing shit. But I stood clear of it. I know you don’t respect me like that and it didn’t matter to me. You didn’t matter...
“But don’t think for a second that you can come off that fucking shit talking sidewalk to challenge me at what I do best. You wanna become a fighter? Go right the fuck ahead. Believe in magic all you want. I don’t care. But don’t even think that you can combine the two and expect to win this match. If you are trying to get a rise out of me then congratu-fucking-lations-"
She pulls her hair back and cracks a laugh. Sam Young looks concerned and Aokigahara grunts to keep her focused. She shuts her wide eyed glare down and breathes deeply. When she opens her eyes again she is dead calm. She even smiles.
“When we fight on Massacre 10 go ahead and try to act out your fantasies. I invite you to feel me up and try to mount me and get a boner and live out whatever you thought was going to happen when we finally had to touch again. I don’t care about your words until you insult my training. You didn’t matter to me until you became a fighter. You were an insect that tried to crawl up my leg but now you’re the person that’s trying to take my food and money away from me. All the annoyance I have stored up over all this time will become a blinding rage that I won’t be able to control this time. Will you be able to talk with a broken jaw? Will you be able to type with mangled fingers?
“I'll become your nightmare, Tommy, and there isn’t a fetish in the world that can help you survive me now.”
She lets the mic fall and lowers her head until her hair covers her eyes. The smile shrinks into a grimace and we fade.