Post by thegoodone on Dec 30, 2007 21:14:48 GMT -5
*The camera feed opens to a panoramic view of the outside of the arena, and off in the distance you can see a man wearing nice designer jeans and wearing a brown long sleeve Ripzone shirt, black sunglasses and his long luscious brown hair flowing in the gentle breeze, he is also listening to some kind of music. Walking towards the camera, it is shown to be Adam Anderson. Backstage correspondent Alexis Fire tries to get a word with Adam Anderson.*
Alexis Fire: Adam…Adam Anderson, could we have a word.
*But, because Adam Anderson has headphones in his ear and has the music obviously cranked up to as loud as it can get, he does not hear her and just casually walks right past her. Alexis quickly tries to catch up to Adam and tries again.*
Alexis Fire: Hey…Adam. I just want to get your opinion on…
*But once again Adam just walks right past Alexis, totally oblivious of the fact that she is trying her hardest to conduct an interview with Adam Anderson.*
Alexis Fire: HEY! ADAM!
*Alexis touches Adam Anderson on his shoulder, and that gets the mans attention, as he takes out his MP3 player, pauses it, and puts the headphones in his pocket. He looks at his shoulder in disgust. He takes off his sunglasses and hangs them in the collar of his shirt.*
Adam Anderson: Did you just touch me? What makes you so special, that you get to actually touch me. The only people that get to touch this expensive shirt is me, Adam Anderson. And maybe the best of the best Supermodels, but even then, I wouldn’t lower myself to be touched by somebody of their class.
Alexis Fire: Their class? What class are you talking about?
Adam Anderson: Well, you see…I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name.
Alexis Fire: It’s Alexis Fire, I am new here.
Adam Anderson: Ok, Alexis Fire, if that is your real name. The class I am talking about, is that there are the lower class citizens. People like you, and the WFWF fans, and all the wresters that think they be on the level that I am on. And then there is middle class people- mostly movie stars, super models, and people that I choose to associate with. And then there is upper class, which of course is myself, and nobody else.
Alexis Fire: You sure all full of youself Mr. Anderson.
Adam Anderson: And why shouldn’t I be? I don’t recall losing yet in this promotion, and we all know the reason why, don’t make me say it all over again.
Alexis Fire: Funny you should bring that up. Because one of the questions that I have for you is, happened to you last week?
Adam Anderson: Last week? Last week, I was spending the Christmas season with the person that means more in this world than words can describe. I am talking about myself obviously.
Alexis Fire: Fascinating. I was more talking about, your quick loss to Christopher Davis last show.
Adam Anderson: Christopher Davis? I don’t remember ever wrestling him. I think you need to do your research. I have not wrestled in a couple weeks.
Alexis Fire: Yeah, that’s too bad, because you did wrestle Chris Davis.
Adam Anderson: No, I don’t think that was the case.
Alexis Fire: No Adam, it was. I even have a card that we gave out to all the fans, that has your name on it saying that you wrestled Christopher Davis.
Adam Anderson: Well I very much doubt that, let me have a look at that.
*Alexis Fire pulls out a sheet of paper, and sure enough Adam Anderson’s name was on it, as he did wrestle Christopher Davis. Adam Anderson’s face changes from one of supreme confidence to that of almost shock and confusion.*
Adam Anderson: Well, holy cow, I did wrestle him. But I don’t remember it at all, how did it go? I won right?
Alexis Fire: Well, not really. You were standing on the top rope posing for the fans. And you fell off and landed on your head. And then Davis hit a moonsault on you, and you lost.
Adam Anderson: Well…I lost, but I don’t remember that even happening, so I guess that is ok by me. Now, if you excuse me, I have a tag team match to win.
Alexis Fire: Ok, so, do you know what your gameplan going in to your tag team match tonight?
Adam Anderson: Well, I am going to go to the locker room. I am going to get dressed, and I am going to go out there and win the match, that is pretty much my game plan.
Alexis Fire: Have you talked to your tag team partner about the match tonight?
Adam Anderson: No I have not. And to be honest, I don’t think that I even need a tag team partner. But just to give the other team a chance I guess the promoter decided to throw somebody that can be beat. But I do have a message for my “Tag Team Partner” Jay Mayhem. I do not want nor need you as a partner. So all that I want you to do is stand on the ring apron, look pretty, maybe sign a few autographs for the fans at ringside, and come into the ring after I finish taking care of business. Get your hand raised by the referee, go to the back, collect your earnings from the night, and never associate yourself with me again. And maybe, just maybe if you are lucky enough, I will have a kind word to say to you, if you manage not to screw this up. Now, excuse me Alexis, but I have a match to win.
*Adam Anderson cracks his neck, grabs the sunglasses that he put on the collar of his shirt, and put them back on over his eyes. He grabs the headphones of his MP3 player and puts them back in his ear and un-pauses his music, and walks into the arena with that condescending grin of his back on his face, as the camera cuts back to Alexis Fire, looking like she is about to puke from hanging out with Adam Anderson for so long, as the camera fades out.*
OOC: Not my best, but probably not my worst. I really mis-managed my time in the last few weeks do to work and Christmas shopping and all that other great stuff, so this was thrown together really quickly.
Alexis Fire: Adam…Adam Anderson, could we have a word.
*But, because Adam Anderson has headphones in his ear and has the music obviously cranked up to as loud as it can get, he does not hear her and just casually walks right past her. Alexis quickly tries to catch up to Adam and tries again.*
Alexis Fire: Hey…Adam. I just want to get your opinion on…
*But once again Adam just walks right past Alexis, totally oblivious of the fact that she is trying her hardest to conduct an interview with Adam Anderson.*
Alexis Fire: HEY! ADAM!
*Alexis touches Adam Anderson on his shoulder, and that gets the mans attention, as he takes out his MP3 player, pauses it, and puts the headphones in his pocket. He looks at his shoulder in disgust. He takes off his sunglasses and hangs them in the collar of his shirt.*
Adam Anderson: Did you just touch me? What makes you so special, that you get to actually touch me. The only people that get to touch this expensive shirt is me, Adam Anderson. And maybe the best of the best Supermodels, but even then, I wouldn’t lower myself to be touched by somebody of their class.
Alexis Fire: Their class? What class are you talking about?
Adam Anderson: Well, you see…I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name.
Alexis Fire: It’s Alexis Fire, I am new here.
Adam Anderson: Ok, Alexis Fire, if that is your real name. The class I am talking about, is that there are the lower class citizens. People like you, and the WFWF fans, and all the wresters that think they be on the level that I am on. And then there is middle class people- mostly movie stars, super models, and people that I choose to associate with. And then there is upper class, which of course is myself, and nobody else.
Alexis Fire: You sure all full of youself Mr. Anderson.
Adam Anderson: And why shouldn’t I be? I don’t recall losing yet in this promotion, and we all know the reason why, don’t make me say it all over again.
Alexis Fire: Funny you should bring that up. Because one of the questions that I have for you is, happened to you last week?
Adam Anderson: Last week? Last week, I was spending the Christmas season with the person that means more in this world than words can describe. I am talking about myself obviously.
Alexis Fire: Fascinating. I was more talking about, your quick loss to Christopher Davis last show.
Adam Anderson: Christopher Davis? I don’t remember ever wrestling him. I think you need to do your research. I have not wrestled in a couple weeks.
Alexis Fire: Yeah, that’s too bad, because you did wrestle Chris Davis.
Adam Anderson: No, I don’t think that was the case.
Alexis Fire: No Adam, it was. I even have a card that we gave out to all the fans, that has your name on it saying that you wrestled Christopher Davis.
Adam Anderson: Well I very much doubt that, let me have a look at that.
*Alexis Fire pulls out a sheet of paper, and sure enough Adam Anderson’s name was on it, as he did wrestle Christopher Davis. Adam Anderson’s face changes from one of supreme confidence to that of almost shock and confusion.*
Adam Anderson: Well, holy cow, I did wrestle him. But I don’t remember it at all, how did it go? I won right?
Alexis Fire: Well, not really. You were standing on the top rope posing for the fans. And you fell off and landed on your head. And then Davis hit a moonsault on you, and you lost.
Adam Anderson: Well…I lost, but I don’t remember that even happening, so I guess that is ok by me. Now, if you excuse me, I have a tag team match to win.
Alexis Fire: Ok, so, do you know what your gameplan going in to your tag team match tonight?
Adam Anderson: Well, I am going to go to the locker room. I am going to get dressed, and I am going to go out there and win the match, that is pretty much my game plan.
Alexis Fire: Have you talked to your tag team partner about the match tonight?
Adam Anderson: No I have not. And to be honest, I don’t think that I even need a tag team partner. But just to give the other team a chance I guess the promoter decided to throw somebody that can be beat. But I do have a message for my “Tag Team Partner” Jay Mayhem. I do not want nor need you as a partner. So all that I want you to do is stand on the ring apron, look pretty, maybe sign a few autographs for the fans at ringside, and come into the ring after I finish taking care of business. Get your hand raised by the referee, go to the back, collect your earnings from the night, and never associate yourself with me again. And maybe, just maybe if you are lucky enough, I will have a kind word to say to you, if you manage not to screw this up. Now, excuse me Alexis, but I have a match to win.
*Adam Anderson cracks his neck, grabs the sunglasses that he put on the collar of his shirt, and put them back on over his eyes. He grabs the headphones of his MP3 player and puts them back in his ear and un-pauses his music, and walks into the arena with that condescending grin of his back on his face, as the camera cuts back to Alexis Fire, looking like she is about to puke from hanging out with Adam Anderson for so long, as the camera fades out.*
OOC: Not my best, but probably not my worst. I really mis-managed my time in the last few weeks do to work and Christmas shopping and all that other great stuff, so this was thrown together really quickly.
