Post by INFINITE PRO. on Aug 31, 2022 1:14:19 GMT
Backstage at IPW, we fade up on the always unenthused Ellie Stanford.
Sup. Ellie Stanford.
She vaguely head motions to the side, at which the camera pulls back to show beside her Johnny Five. Unusually, Johnny is rocking an all white suit and tie combo.
Johnny Five.
Ellie slightly turns her head to almost look at Johnny, her eyes scanning slowly up and down his sartorial choice for the interview. Her face just about expresses disapproval.
Sup?
A lot's up, Ellie; the biggest part of which is that the High Five is back on the card where he belongs! I'm rocking a new style and a new attitude! No longer am I content just to be here! No, Johnny is gunning for that number one spot like his name be Ludacris!
Johnny pauses and looks expectantly at Ellie. Ellie blinks, then gives a low energy eye roll.
Luda.
Johnny makes a happy noise at his interviewer bestie playing along, then gets back to the promoting.
See, the whiter than white King Submaxiswear has fixed my thinking, so now I'm gonna prove my worth and prove my point. Those no good Jamrockers wanna mess with big boss man Long? Well Johnny Munchies is gonna rock their jam to show that he's the best signing IPW's ever made! But that's the end goal. First, I got a date opening the show with another of this company's attractive but deadly ladies! Attila the Hun...
Xoltol Hun.
Johnny blinks
Like the hairless dog with the wonky teeth from the Disney movie?
Like the Aztec god of monstrosities that protects the sun in the underworld when it sets each night.
Oh. That makes more sense. I just thought she really liked The Hu or something.
Johnny shakes his head to get back on track.
Xoltol, you talk a good spooky game with your 'Undertaker but less fascist' intro, but when you're in the ring with me it's gotta be backed up by the walk. Can you walk it? Johnny don't know, but Johnny fixing to find out. Your past shows you're tough; you'd have to be to survive what you went through. Are you tough enough though? The odds don't look good for you. Ask all the bookies what the smart bet is, and they'll all sing the same tune...
Johnny grins and blatantly steals John Cena's trademark gesture once again.
Put Five on it!
A few moments silence to allow for the camera to cut away. Then Johnny turns to look at Ellie.
You like the suit, yeah?
Ellie shakes her head in low key annoyance and walks off. Johnny looks confused.
I like the suit...
King Submaxiswear moved through the backstage area like a shark through water. The man, for want of a better term, strode with the confident air of one who knows exactly where they're headed and have every right to be there.
Then he stopped.
He inclined his head to the side.
I was wondering when you'd pay me a visit.
The smile his mask his evident in his tone, Submaxiswear turned to face who he'd addressed: the armoured form of Misha Constantine.
I don't know what your game is. I honestly don't care. This is your one warning: leave Johnny out of it.
Misha's tone held no smile.
How touching. You reign in Hell, or at least part of it, yet you still care about your one friend.
Misha advanced slowly.
Johnny may be too stupid to realise what you are, but I know a predator when I see one. Stay away from those who belong to me.
Misha was right in front of Submaxiswear by now. If the masked man was intimidated by him, he was doing a very good job of hiding it.
Or what?
Or I will destroy you so utterly it will be as though you never existed.
Submaxiswear chuckled.
What makes you think you can?
I'm a god. What's a king to a god?
Submaxiswear leaned in, putting his face right up to Misha's.
Who says I'm just a king?
He pulled back, radiating smugness.
We both know there's only so much you're allowed to do in the land of the living, dead man. Even as powerful as you are, don't overstep your boundaries.
Submaxiswear turned on his heels and strode down the corridor. After a few places he paused again and looked back over his shoulder at the scowling Misha.
Besides, you'll want to save the Sturm und Drang for what's coming after me.
And with that he turned the corner, and both were gone.
Sup. Ellie Stanford.
She vaguely head motions to the side, at which the camera pulls back to show beside her Johnny Five. Unusually, Johnny is rocking an all white suit and tie combo.
Johnny Five.
Ellie slightly turns her head to almost look at Johnny, her eyes scanning slowly up and down his sartorial choice for the interview. Her face just about expresses disapproval.
Sup?
A lot's up, Ellie; the biggest part of which is that the High Five is back on the card where he belongs! I'm rocking a new style and a new attitude! No longer am I content just to be here! No, Johnny is gunning for that number one spot like his name be Ludacris!
Johnny pauses and looks expectantly at Ellie. Ellie blinks, then gives a low energy eye roll.
Luda.
Johnny makes a happy noise at his interviewer bestie playing along, then gets back to the promoting.
See, the whiter than white King Submaxiswear has fixed my thinking, so now I'm gonna prove my worth and prove my point. Those no good Jamrockers wanna mess with big boss man Long? Well Johnny Munchies is gonna rock their jam to show that he's the best signing IPW's ever made! But that's the end goal. First, I got a date opening the show with another of this company's attractive but deadly ladies! Attila the Hun...
Xoltol Hun.
Johnny blinks
Like the hairless dog with the wonky teeth from the Disney movie?
Like the Aztec god of monstrosities that protects the sun in the underworld when it sets each night.
Oh. That makes more sense. I just thought she really liked The Hu or something.
Johnny shakes his head to get back on track.
Xoltol, you talk a good spooky game with your 'Undertaker but less fascist' intro, but when you're in the ring with me it's gotta be backed up by the walk. Can you walk it? Johnny don't know, but Johnny fixing to find out. Your past shows you're tough; you'd have to be to survive what you went through. Are you tough enough though? The odds don't look good for you. Ask all the bookies what the smart bet is, and they'll all sing the same tune...
Johnny grins and blatantly steals John Cena's trademark gesture once again.
Put Five on it!
A few moments silence to allow for the camera to cut away. Then Johnny turns to look at Ellie.
You like the suit, yeah?
Ellie shakes her head in low key annoyance and walks off. Johnny looks confused.
I like the suit...
King Submaxiswear moved through the backstage area like a shark through water. The man, for want of a better term, strode with the confident air of one who knows exactly where they're headed and have every right to be there.
Then he stopped.
He inclined his head to the side.
I was wondering when you'd pay me a visit.
The smile his mask his evident in his tone, Submaxiswear turned to face who he'd addressed: the armoured form of Misha Constantine.
I don't know what your game is. I honestly don't care. This is your one warning: leave Johnny out of it.
Misha's tone held no smile.
How touching. You reign in Hell, or at least part of it, yet you still care about your one friend.
Misha advanced slowly.
Johnny may be too stupid to realise what you are, but I know a predator when I see one. Stay away from those who belong to me.
Misha was right in front of Submaxiswear by now. If the masked man was intimidated by him, he was doing a very good job of hiding it.
Or what?
Or I will destroy you so utterly it will be as though you never existed.
Submaxiswear chuckled.
What makes you think you can?
I'm a god. What's a king to a god?
Submaxiswear leaned in, putting his face right up to Misha's.
Who says I'm just a king?
He pulled back, radiating smugness.
We both know there's only so much you're allowed to do in the land of the living, dead man. Even as powerful as you are, don't overstep your boundaries.
Submaxiswear turned on his heels and strode down the corridor. After a few places he paused again and looked back over his shoulder at the scowling Misha.
Besides, you'll want to save the Sturm und Drang for what's coming after me.
And with that he turned the corner, and both were gone.