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Schooling good ol willyboy; rp #3 vs Rifle
Topic Started: Oct 27 2007, 08:26 PM (24 Views)
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The crevasses of INVESCO field are buzzing with activity, most of the personnel there are preparing for the upcoming tapings of European Wrestling Federations Monday Night Revolution. The production crew is setting up the stage, technicians are checking lightings and preparing pyros, and on the midst of it all, a distinctive pair Is advancing through the corridors, making their way towards the locker rooms of the EWF Revolution talent. This pair is, of course, a cameraman and an interviewer. The pair stops in front of a door, the interviewer swiftly telling the cameraman to start recording.

”Greetings dear viewers of EWF’s premiere broadcast, Monday Night Revolution, I am Monica Mancuso, and I am about to where no interviewer has gone before: The dark, mysterious surroundings inhabited by none other than Revolutions newest self-proclaimed monster, The Supreme Machine. At the moment, I am standing infront of the locker room assigned to him, so if you’d excuse me for a minute, I need to make my presence known to him”

Monica knocks on the door twice in quick succession, causing the sound of it to echo into the distance. She was expecting a swift response, but her knock was received with a bunch of silence, not even footsteps could be heard from the inside. Mancuso looks around with a confused look and raises her hand to knock again, only to have the door violently pulled open just as her knuckles were about hit the wood. Her hand stops in mid-motion, as her vision is filled with a massive, bare chest interlaced with complex network of scars and cuts. She takes a step back and looks up, staring right into the cold, dark eyes of the masked monster, Supreme Machine himself. The huge six-foot-nine freak looks down to the petite woman, weighing barely a buck fifty, and groans in a threatening voice.

”What do YOU want with us?

Monica is visibly shaken by the sight of this man and his hostile reaction to her arrival, so she takes few moments to regain her composure, before speaking up in the oh-so-annoying upbeat tone all female interviewers seem to use nowadays

Well Mr. Machine, I came here simply to get your thoughts about your important match this week, and possibly some comments regarding Mr. Willy’s messages to you”

SuMa bursts into a roaring laughter, scaring the poor cameraman stiff, only to reply to Monica with a sharp voice seconds later
”Very well Miss Mancuso, you can have your little interview… But refer to us as anything else but SuMa ONCE AGAIN… We are going to give a demonstration of Willy-boys fate… USING YOU AS AN EXAMPLE! “

Monica lurches backwards, clearly beginning to think this was a bad idea, but her professionalism and unquenchable thirst for info combined with her never-satiated curiosity took over and she decided to go through with this interview

”Great! For my first question Mr. Mach… SuMa, I would like for you to comment on Rifles claim that you didn’t earn a spot in this match, as you didn’t win them match last week.

SuMa shifts his cold stare from Monica to the camera

”Well… Dear ol’ Willy-boy has failed to comprehend one thing… We KNEW that no matter who won, all we needed to do was stay unpinned so we could have a one-on-one shot at the better of those two… So yes, Willy-boy pinned the poor fella: So what? We are still getting a shot at him… And guess what? That was our intention, all along! We never intended to win that match… We went there just to see which one of the two was better… And let them pin each other.”

”But SuMa, excuse me, but from my point of view, that thinking holds no logic to it, why go to a match, without aiming for a victory?”

SuMa gives out a short chuckle before responding

”Because… It works on our favor… We mean c’mon, look at good ol’ Willy-boy: he thinks he has our number… He thinks he was the best wrestler on the ring that night… But that was exactly what we wanted. We wanted for Willy to feel superior… Because that leads to cockiness… And a cocky man always underestimates those who he thinks to be beneath him… Willy proved this by actually requesting a No-DQ match.”

”Could you elaborate, why is this no-DQ match so much into your liking?”

Because Miss Mancuso… RifleWilly asked this match, thinking he has an upperhand, believing that he could physically maim us more efficiently in such a match… He believed this… Without realizing that WE hold the advantage on such matches… We played with his ego… Gave him the win… Coaxed him into thinking he was superior… When all he did… Was remove all binds that were holding us, giving us exactly the weapons we need to end his career once and for all… He claims that we only understand pain… He claims that size isn’t the only way to win matches… Yet he offers us a match where Size prevails… And pain is the universal language… In his egotistical foolishness… He played this right into our hands”

Mancuso looks to this monster, apparently surprised that a man she thought to be nothing but a mindless brute, is exhibiting signs of intelligence belonging to the higher Echelon in this business, And her next question is asked with a tone that has clear respect on it,

”So, with that out of the way, would you like to comment on Riflewilly’s statement concerning you and some boy called “timmy”?”

SuMa looks directly to Monica, his eyes fixated on her’s, and as he replies, his voice is dripping with disgust.

”That “statement” as you call it, is so childish and ridiculous that usually we wouldn’t even honor it with an answer, but this time we are going to make an exception”

SuMa turns his attention back to the camera

”Willy-boy, if that was the best insult you can come up with, then you shouldn’t even bother opening you sorry mouth. Do you honestly think we would get offended by something like that? Hell, we have heard worse insults on a kindergarten playground. You know Willy, we really wonder, how in the blue hell did you decide to pull such a lame attempt of childish mouthing on US? Maybe you are just directing your own childhood… “

SuMa stops in mid-sentence, looks up a bit, mutters a few lines under his breath and continues
”You know Rifle, finishing that sentence would drag us to your level… and that Is exactly what you want, right? Oh poor Willy… Never.. and we mean NEVER… judge the book by its cover… Sure, we might look like your ordinary “thirteen in a dozen”-type of mindless brute… But you are mistaken… There Is a reason for us calling ourselves a Machine… For we aren’t JUST a bloodthirsty monster… We are logical… Systematical… Merciless.. Unforgiving… We used to be an intelligent man… But the hell we went through… Pain you couldn’t even fathom… It twisted us… Into what we are now.

Monica notices that SuMa is once again descending to his mindless mutterings and silently tells the cameraman to focus on the masked face of this juggernaut, meanwhile stepping behind the cameraman herself. SuMa, who now takes up the whole screen, seems to be totally unaware of anyone else’s presence and just keeps talking

”RifleWilly… At Revolution… You will see what we really are… All the years of pain, agony and anguish will be released on you and it will flood over you like the rising current… When the bell rings… All stops will be pulled… You will feel the FULL Wrath of a Machine that was once a loving, caring man… A being who got distorted into this… And only one you can blame… Is yourself… RifleWilly… at Revolution…

Suddenly SuMa whips his head up violently, screaming on a high-pitched voice

”YOU WILL MEET THE SUPREME MACHINE!!”

SuMas violent scream had a immediate effect on both Monica Mancuso and the cameraman, who both began running out of his reach, with Mancuso speaking to the microphone, apparently wishing to finish up this interview professionally.

”Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Monica Mancuso, and this is the end of our interview, please do tune in to Revolution this Monday, Good night.

The cameraman stops the recording, and the screen fades to black
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