Post by HIJOU on Sept 23, 2021 2:36:58 GMT
Another week, another press conference. There's the brief flashing of cameras as Jason Williams begins proceedings, smiling at the collection of journalists camped out in front of him. Notably, someone is missing from proceedings.
'Good afternoon everyone, before we begin I just want to apologise again for the events of last week', he taps his palms together, nodding. 'As I'm sure you're aware by now, my manager, bless him, can become a touch over-excited at times. His comments last week do not reflect my feelings and, likely, his own either. He's all about show-biz, you know?'
Jason lets out a chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck, pausing for a few seconds. 'You will have also noticed that he is absent today', he proceeds. 'I advised him to leave the media duties to me this week, so we should get through this without too much incident, yes?' He flashes a smile. 'Now then, onto the matter at hand.' He leans forwards. 'Today marks my in-ring debut with the IWF. I've already talked at length about what this all means to me, so I'll keep it brief, but I must admit that I am incredibly excited. I'm returning to something I love but, at the same time, I'm entering a whole new world. And it's a world I intend on conquering. He chuckles, shaking his head. 'Alright, let's open up to questions.'
The hands go up quickly and the chattering is instant. Jason goes to: 'Hi Jason! Becky here from BrawlFast. You're up against Warren Suffering, whose record is just awful. Is tonight about tuning up more than anything?'
Jason is quick to shake his head. 'Not at all. I think you're selling Mr Suffering a bit short there,' he follows up. 'Look, Warren may not be the most fearsome competitor in the IWF, but he is still a professional with over a decade of experience!' He crosses his arms. 'He has weaknesses, but like any other wrestler he has strengths. I expect to win, but it will not be a walk in the park.'
Before Jason can even begin the process of selecting the next question a brusk voice cuts through. 'Mr Williams! Don't you feel that-' Jason silences him with a palm and a shake of his head. 'Please, sir, wait to be called on. All of this operates on respect, yes?' His tone is stern but, ultimately, warm. He points to the next reporter.
'Good afternoon Jason, I'm Tony with the RingReporter. As you mentioned earlier this is your return to wrestling and it has been quite some time since you last faced someone in the ring. Are you worried about ring-rust at all?'
Jason takes a second to consider his answer, smiling. 'It'd be incredibly foolish to divulge such worries publicly, wouldn't it?' That draws a laugh from the journos. 'Seriously though, of course it's been on my mind. I imagine I will have some cobwebs to shake out, but I'm feeling good both physically and mentally. I feel like I can do this. Maybe I'm deluded? We'll find out tonight.'
'Mr Williams!' The rude journo is at it again. An ugly looking old-timer with an obviously-fake toupee, he waves his hand around in the air. 'I insist! My question is a real doozy, hah!' Jason sighs internally, forcing a tight-lipped smile as he finally nods. 'Well, after all the fuss, I'd hope so. Go on then.' The old journo's eyes glitter.
'I just wanted to know how you feel about the fact that you are one of the DEADLIEST submission wrestlers in all of the world? The fact that your Armbar, bestowed upon you by the legendary Fujiwara himself, is capable of tearing arms from their sockets! The journo is speaking with a concerning level of enthusiasm. Jason blinks. 'That isn't really a ques-' The journo speaks over him. 'Then there's the Heel Hook! Objectively recognised as the greatest submission move within all of professional wrestling! True story!'
By now everyone is looking at this raving journalist. Jason watches on, puzzled. 'I know you Mr Williams. You are a humble man, a man of respect! But now is not the time to play nice, Mr Williams. This is the...' Sudden realisation hits Jason as he works out what is happening, his face turning in horror. It's too late. The old journo stands up, grinning from ear to ear. 'BIG time!' The journo removes his toupee, tossing it to the side, and then... begins to remove what is revealed to be a hyper-realistic mask!
Jason leans over to one of the backstage assistants running the conference. 'Be a good chap and get me something incredibly alcoholic, please?' The attendant runs off and Jason diverts his attention back to the absurd events playing out in front of him, weary of it all.
Finally, the 'journo' has removed all of the creepy, rubbery flesh that obscured his identity: it's Mr Big! 'Now let me tell you something! "The Fantastic" Jason Williams-' Jason groans at hearing another of his old nicknames, taking a healthy sip of the scotch presented to him seconds ago. '-Is A HUNDRED TIMES the man that Warren Suffering is, and that's being modest! That circus freak doesn't belong in the same building as "The Franchise"-' Jason takes another drink. '-Let alone the same ring! Tonight things're gonna be real simple. Jason'll walk into that ring, kick the shit out of that poor sod, break his freakin' arm-'
Jason chimes in. 'I would never intentionally cause an injury to a fellow competitor. He sips his scotch.
'And then he's gonna make that waste of skin tap out in the middle of the ring! That's a fact, and that's BIG!' Mr Big storms out of the room, leaving everyone behind in baffled confusion.
Jason mutters, shaking his head. 'Shit catchphrase.'
'Good afternoon everyone, before we begin I just want to apologise again for the events of last week', he taps his palms together, nodding. 'As I'm sure you're aware by now, my manager, bless him, can become a touch over-excited at times. His comments last week do not reflect my feelings and, likely, his own either. He's all about show-biz, you know?'
Jason lets out a chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck, pausing for a few seconds. 'You will have also noticed that he is absent today', he proceeds. 'I advised him to leave the media duties to me this week, so we should get through this without too much incident, yes?' He flashes a smile. 'Now then, onto the matter at hand.' He leans forwards. 'Today marks my in-ring debut with the IWF. I've already talked at length about what this all means to me, so I'll keep it brief, but I must admit that I am incredibly excited. I'm returning to something I love but, at the same time, I'm entering a whole new world. And it's a world I intend on conquering. He chuckles, shaking his head. 'Alright, let's open up to questions.'
The hands go up quickly and the chattering is instant. Jason goes to: 'Hi Jason! Becky here from BrawlFast. You're up against Warren Suffering, whose record is just awful. Is tonight about tuning up more than anything?'
Jason is quick to shake his head. 'Not at all. I think you're selling Mr Suffering a bit short there,' he follows up. 'Look, Warren may not be the most fearsome competitor in the IWF, but he is still a professional with over a decade of experience!' He crosses his arms. 'He has weaknesses, but like any other wrestler he has strengths. I expect to win, but it will not be a walk in the park.'
Before Jason can even begin the process of selecting the next question a brusk voice cuts through. 'Mr Williams! Don't you feel that-' Jason silences him with a palm and a shake of his head. 'Please, sir, wait to be called on. All of this operates on respect, yes?' His tone is stern but, ultimately, warm. He points to the next reporter.
'Good afternoon Jason, I'm Tony with the RingReporter. As you mentioned earlier this is your return to wrestling and it has been quite some time since you last faced someone in the ring. Are you worried about ring-rust at all?'
Jason takes a second to consider his answer, smiling. 'It'd be incredibly foolish to divulge such worries publicly, wouldn't it?' That draws a laugh from the journos. 'Seriously though, of course it's been on my mind. I imagine I will have some cobwebs to shake out, but I'm feeling good both physically and mentally. I feel like I can do this. Maybe I'm deluded? We'll find out tonight.'
'Mr Williams!' The rude journo is at it again. An ugly looking old-timer with an obviously-fake toupee, he waves his hand around in the air. 'I insist! My question is a real doozy, hah!' Jason sighs internally, forcing a tight-lipped smile as he finally nods. 'Well, after all the fuss, I'd hope so. Go on then.' The old journo's eyes glitter.
'I just wanted to know how you feel about the fact that you are one of the DEADLIEST submission wrestlers in all of the world? The fact that your Armbar, bestowed upon you by the legendary Fujiwara himself, is capable of tearing arms from their sockets! The journo is speaking with a concerning level of enthusiasm. Jason blinks. 'That isn't really a ques-' The journo speaks over him. 'Then there's the Heel Hook! Objectively recognised as the greatest submission move within all of professional wrestling! True story!'
By now everyone is looking at this raving journalist. Jason watches on, puzzled. 'I know you Mr Williams. You are a humble man, a man of respect! But now is not the time to play nice, Mr Williams. This is the...' Sudden realisation hits Jason as he works out what is happening, his face turning in horror. It's too late. The old journo stands up, grinning from ear to ear. 'BIG time!' The journo removes his toupee, tossing it to the side, and then... begins to remove what is revealed to be a hyper-realistic mask!
Jason leans over to one of the backstage assistants running the conference. 'Be a good chap and get me something incredibly alcoholic, please?' The attendant runs off and Jason diverts his attention back to the absurd events playing out in front of him, weary of it all.
Finally, the 'journo' has removed all of the creepy, rubbery flesh that obscured his identity: it's Mr Big! 'Now let me tell you something! "The Fantastic" Jason Williams-' Jason groans at hearing another of his old nicknames, taking a healthy sip of the scotch presented to him seconds ago. '-Is A HUNDRED TIMES the man that Warren Suffering is, and that's being modest! That circus freak doesn't belong in the same building as "The Franchise"-' Jason takes another drink. '-Let alone the same ring! Tonight things're gonna be real simple. Jason'll walk into that ring, kick the shit out of that poor sod, break his freakin' arm-'
Jason chimes in. 'I would never intentionally cause an injury to a fellow competitor. He sips his scotch.
'And then he's gonna make that waste of skin tap out in the middle of the ring! That's a fact, and that's BIG!' Mr Big storms out of the room, leaving everyone behind in baffled confusion.
Jason mutters, shaking his head. 'Shit catchphrase.'