Post by Hunter Storms on Mar 30, 2017 23:04:45 GMT -5
The duo had been relatively quiet on the radar the past few weeks since their recent win over S.U.C.K. While they're wasn't much to bask in, it was certainly something to actually themselves a match......well by that they meant Storms pretty much doing the dirty work and Hanzo doing the finishing touches. Their teamwork had been extremely lack luster since Executive Action and they haven't recovered. These days, they barely had contact with each other themselves and to Storms, Hanzo had completely dropped off the radio as he wasn't answering phone calls or text messages about their training regime. Anger was one of the only things that sat in his mind, but it was the pent up rage inside him that was waiting to boil over from the flop of a team he had formed with Hanzo.
Entering from the far door, Storms made his way up onto the stage, dressed in a blue suit with matching pants and black dress shoes, that had a small table with multiple microphones aimed towards him as many other interviewers and reporters filled the room. Agitation clearly sat on his face as he really didn't appear to be in the mood to be there.........like at all. He was still jet lagged from his flight back from England, and now he only had a few days to get some last minute training in. Taking a deep breath, he addressed the crowd.
"I'm gonna tell you all right now, I don't care who hell asks the questions, I just want this over with as soon as goddamn possible. Fire away."
The motors started up and soon the room was filled with the voices of the attendees as Storms rubbed his temples. Reluctantly, he picked out one of the males, who was dressed in a red button down shirt with black dress pants.
"Storms, it has been known for a while that you and Hanzo Kirigaya haven't been fully seeing eye to eye in the ring and on most things that gone down whenever you two are tagging together these days. Is there any word on what the reason is that's causing this rift between you two, or is it something completely personal between tag partners?"
Storms shook his head at the question.
"Why does it matter these days? You've seen what's unraveled between us. Why should I perform the task of having to explain it for the thousandth time? It's gone to shit, to put it bluntly. There's no recovery moment, and there never will be a recovery stage for us. I originally walked into this thinking that this might work out, but a rookie is too much to handle in this business. I was wasting my time and that's the last time I help a god damn rookie...."
He lets out a low growl before the crowd starts raising hands again as he slowly scans the room once more before picking on a man in a grey shirt with a newsboy cap on his head with a pen tucked in his ear.
"So upon hearing that, does this mean that you're looking to wrestle more as a singles competitor, or will still try to look for a tag partner, but in a passive manner?"
He rolled his eyes.
"What did I just say? I wasted my time with this tag team stint, and I highly doubt that I'll go back on it because of how much of a god damn hassle this was. It should've been like this and it's Hanzo's own fault for starting to slack. He never carried his end of the rope and I had to carry it for him all the god damn time because he couldn't carry himself. I'm not answering another question that will only yield the same result again. Next damn question."
Wanting to end the conference early, he picks on a young female a few rows of people in.
"So on this upcoming Massacre, it appears that the management of AWE have pitted you or Hanzo to face new comer Ronnie Harris----"
"Hold up, what do you mean me or him?"
"Uhm......it just said it on the card. I'm assuming it means first come first serve or something of the like."
Storms balled up his fist, but refrained from abruptly slamming it on the table.
"They seriously think of this as some kind of a joke? That I'm now a joke in the company? Fuck this, I'm done, I'm out."
He hurriedly pushes himself out from his seat, almost knocking the table over before storming out the room and angrily slamming the door behind him.
"I'm not normally one to be pissed over booking, but this.......THIS is an exception. What the hell is this crap? Me or Hanzo? That shouldn't even be a question as to who's gonna face that runt Ronnie Harris. You clearly want me, the veteran, to break him in and break his bones so he knows not to step up to people like me. No more......"
He slams his fist against the wall.
"I won't be taken as a joke of the industry. I've been busting my ass off for over half a damn decade and this is the treatment I'm getting? This is all because of Hanzo and his sob story, I'm sick of it!"
Almost out of madness does he headbutt the wall with a sickening thud as blood starts to leak from his forehead.
"This is the last time I will be seen and played this way. I didn't come here after busting my ass for the last five years to be put in this spot. I have the capabilities and potential to be a champion in this, not some trainer for the runts. Harris, Sunday is gonna be the last day you step toe to toe with me......and I'll make sure I see to it that way."
Entering from the far door, Storms made his way up onto the stage, dressed in a blue suit with matching pants and black dress shoes, that had a small table with multiple microphones aimed towards him as many other interviewers and reporters filled the room. Agitation clearly sat on his face as he really didn't appear to be in the mood to be there.........like at all. He was still jet lagged from his flight back from England, and now he only had a few days to get some last minute training in. Taking a deep breath, he addressed the crowd.
"I'm gonna tell you all right now, I don't care who hell asks the questions, I just want this over with as soon as goddamn possible. Fire away."
The motors started up and soon the room was filled with the voices of the attendees as Storms rubbed his temples. Reluctantly, he picked out one of the males, who was dressed in a red button down shirt with black dress pants.
"Storms, it has been known for a while that you and Hanzo Kirigaya haven't been fully seeing eye to eye in the ring and on most things that gone down whenever you two are tagging together these days. Is there any word on what the reason is that's causing this rift between you two, or is it something completely personal between tag partners?"
Storms shook his head at the question.
"Why does it matter these days? You've seen what's unraveled between us. Why should I perform the task of having to explain it for the thousandth time? It's gone to shit, to put it bluntly. There's no recovery moment, and there never will be a recovery stage for us. I originally walked into this thinking that this might work out, but a rookie is too much to handle in this business. I was wasting my time and that's the last time I help a god damn rookie...."
He lets out a low growl before the crowd starts raising hands again as he slowly scans the room once more before picking on a man in a grey shirt with a newsboy cap on his head with a pen tucked in his ear.
"So upon hearing that, does this mean that you're looking to wrestle more as a singles competitor, or will still try to look for a tag partner, but in a passive manner?"
He rolled his eyes.
"What did I just say? I wasted my time with this tag team stint, and I highly doubt that I'll go back on it because of how much of a god damn hassle this was. It should've been like this and it's Hanzo's own fault for starting to slack. He never carried his end of the rope and I had to carry it for him all the god damn time because he couldn't carry himself. I'm not answering another question that will only yield the same result again. Next damn question."
Wanting to end the conference early, he picks on a young female a few rows of people in.
"So on this upcoming Massacre, it appears that the management of AWE have pitted you or Hanzo to face new comer Ronnie Harris----"
"Hold up, what do you mean me or him?"
"Uhm......it just said it on the card. I'm assuming it means first come first serve or something of the like."
Storms balled up his fist, but refrained from abruptly slamming it on the table.
"They seriously think of this as some kind of a joke? That I'm now a joke in the company? Fuck this, I'm done, I'm out."
He hurriedly pushes himself out from his seat, almost knocking the table over before storming out the room and angrily slamming the door behind him.
"I'm not normally one to be pissed over booking, but this.......THIS is an exception. What the hell is this crap? Me or Hanzo? That shouldn't even be a question as to who's gonna face that runt Ronnie Harris. You clearly want me, the veteran, to break him in and break his bones so he knows not to step up to people like me. No more......"
He slams his fist against the wall.
"I won't be taken as a joke of the industry. I've been busting my ass off for over half a damn decade and this is the treatment I'm getting? This is all because of Hanzo and his sob story, I'm sick of it!"
Almost out of madness does he headbutt the wall with a sickening thud as blood starts to leak from his forehead.
"This is the last time I will be seen and played this way. I didn't come here after busting my ass for the last five years to be put in this spot. I have the capabilities and potential to be a champion in this, not some trainer for the runts. Harris, Sunday is gonna be the last day you step toe to toe with me......and I'll make sure I see to it that way."