Post by The Plague on Nov 5, 2005 13:54:07 GMT -5
Bill Fleming stands in front of the NAPW Monday Night Fights interview set, microphone in hand.
FLEMING: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me right now none other than the reigning NAPW Champion, The Plague. The Plague casually saunters into the camera, nined, with the NAPW Title belt in his hands. Plague, welcome to the studio---
THE PLAGUE: Can it, Fleming! You're talking to the NAPW Champion!
FLEMING: Yes I am, and Plague this coming Monday night: It's D!, master of the Barrage, challenging you for that NAPW Championship you have in your hands.
THE PLAGUE: D! D! D! Bill Fleming! I'm tired of hearing about D! every ten minutes. "one letter, said real loud." I walk into my favorite bar and they say "Congratulations champ... but what are you gonna do about D!?" D! D! D! You know what? I got one letter for D! And that letter is "Y". As in, WHY the hell should The Plague be worried about D!? WHY has D! got the wrestling world thinkin' that he's the greatest thing since sliced bread? Bill Fleming, listen, I have to confide in you. The Plague, you know, The Plague is sick. I don't know if I'm going to be at 100% for Monday Night Fight, because I am sick to death... from hearing about D! every freaking minute. And you know, there's no cure for The Plague, but there is a cure for the D! virus, and that's when I beat his ass one-two-three in the middle of the ring and retain my NAPW Championship Monday Night.
FLEMING: Well Plague, certainly you seem to be primed and ready. Now let's get to the backstage gossip that you've, well... D! came right out on NAPW T.V. and said that you're a pretender. He said that you're trying to be a champion, that you've let the title belt change you. How do you respond to that?
THE PLAGUE: You know I think that D!'s got a lot of moxie. Hey D!, I'm talking to you! You've got balls kid, you know what I mean Bill Fleming? Fire, the courage and the lack of brains to say those kind of things. And I want you to bring all that energy and hype to Monday Night because you know what, I don't have anything to prove to D! or the rest of the wrestling world! I won the title because I'm the best. What I did Thursday night to you, kid? I didn't need to do it. I WANTED to do it. You think I didn't know you'd come out D!? When I come out and even the odds for the VIKING? You know taking nothing away from THE VIKING, but THE DECAPITATORS? What kind of tag team even accepts a handicap match? And The Viking could've taken it without my help but you see---WE---HAD---A PLAN. And that plan was to not only humiliate the Decapitators for the whole world... Axe & Diamond, you punks better watch your backs! Cos the Viking and The Plague aren't dont with you yet!... but to bring. You. Out. The Plague smirks at the camera, raising the NAPW Title belt to mid-chest level. Cameraman, get a shot of the belt, get a shot of it. And D!, you came out, and sure you helped your buddies get the win, but D! WE...The Viking and I...WE won the war! You walk down Edmonton's little Whyte Avenue and wax poetic about art, and you talk about HIDING behind my title belt? Get a good look at it, D!, right here. Because what I did on Thursday night was get you closer to the NAPW Championship than you will EVER, BE, AGAIN!
THE PLAGUE whips off his sunglasses, cold-eyed with an ugly, angry smirk on his face.
THE PLAGUE: So listen up D! You can talk about "playing" at being a champion all you want, but understand one thing: I AM. THE CHAMPION of the NAPW! I am the representative of the NAPW throughout the ENTIRE UPW, the champion of UPW Western Canada. And when you're the champion, you little punk, you rise to the occasion! Y'see D!, what I'm hearing from you is that you don't even give the championship the respect it deserves! Winning the title MAKES you, kid! What I'm hearing from you is that the title is just some token of recognition for how good you really are, and that when you get the title you're not going to bother changing. You know you're right, the title is for the best. But WITHOUT the title, it doesn't MATTER how good you say you are! I got the gold to back it up, last time I checked. If YOU THINK for one damn second that I'm going to let some punk kid in track pants and dirty t-shirts put this title belt around his waist and waltz around the wrestling world saying "I'm the champ! I'm the champ! But I don't really need the belt, and I don't need to live it!" then you know what, that little bit of respect I gained for you when you beat THE VIKING for this title shot? It's gone. The Plague quiets his voice down, looking over at Bill Fleming and back to the camera. Bill Fleming, you know what I hear from this kid?
BILL FLEMING: No sir, I do not.
THE PLAGUE: It almost sounds like D! think it's going to be a cake-walk, taking on some "paper champion." You son of a bitch, you listen to me and you listen good: you bring you best game. I'm the Champion of the NAPW because I earned it. You bring you best game, even though it won't be enough, so you can go home feeling proud. You can wake up in the morning and say "I'm no Plague, but I left it all in the ring." Because I promise you, D!: You'll be wandering around, dragging the name of the NAPW through the mud for the whole world to see...
Over my...dead...body.
Kid, there's no quarantine, vaccination or antidote that can stop THE PLAGUE. Monday night comes around...and you're going to find out just how true it is. A final cold mocking glance at the camera, and The Plague half storms/half strolls off camera.
FLEMING: Ladies and gentlemen, the NAPW Champion. Now we're going to take a look at the Provincial Title match between the champion Ravager and the Hardcore Luchadore Static...
FLEMING: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me right now none other than the reigning NAPW Champion, The Plague. The Plague casually saunters into the camera, nined, with the NAPW Title belt in his hands. Plague, welcome to the studio---
THE PLAGUE: Can it, Fleming! You're talking to the NAPW Champion!
FLEMING: Yes I am, and Plague this coming Monday night: It's D!, master of the Barrage, challenging you for that NAPW Championship you have in your hands.
THE PLAGUE: D! D! D! Bill Fleming! I'm tired of hearing about D! every ten minutes. "one letter, said real loud." I walk into my favorite bar and they say "Congratulations champ... but what are you gonna do about D!?" D! D! D! You know what? I got one letter for D! And that letter is "Y". As in, WHY the hell should The Plague be worried about D!? WHY has D! got the wrestling world thinkin' that he's the greatest thing since sliced bread? Bill Fleming, listen, I have to confide in you. The Plague, you know, The Plague is sick. I don't know if I'm going to be at 100% for Monday Night Fight, because I am sick to death... from hearing about D! every freaking minute. And you know, there's no cure for The Plague, but there is a cure for the D! virus, and that's when I beat his ass one-two-three in the middle of the ring and retain my NAPW Championship Monday Night.
FLEMING: Well Plague, certainly you seem to be primed and ready. Now let's get to the backstage gossip that you've, well... D! came right out on NAPW T.V. and said that you're a pretender. He said that you're trying to be a champion, that you've let the title belt change you. How do you respond to that?
THE PLAGUE: You know I think that D!'s got a lot of moxie. Hey D!, I'm talking to you! You've got balls kid, you know what I mean Bill Fleming? Fire, the courage and the lack of brains to say those kind of things. And I want you to bring all that energy and hype to Monday Night because you know what, I don't have anything to prove to D! or the rest of the wrestling world! I won the title because I'm the best. What I did Thursday night to you, kid? I didn't need to do it. I WANTED to do it. You think I didn't know you'd come out D!? When I come out and even the odds for the VIKING? You know taking nothing away from THE VIKING, but THE DECAPITATORS? What kind of tag team even accepts a handicap match? And The Viking could've taken it without my help but you see---WE---HAD---A PLAN. And that plan was to not only humiliate the Decapitators for the whole world... Axe & Diamond, you punks better watch your backs! Cos the Viking and The Plague aren't dont with you yet!... but to bring. You. Out. The Plague smirks at the camera, raising the NAPW Title belt to mid-chest level. Cameraman, get a shot of the belt, get a shot of it. And D!, you came out, and sure you helped your buddies get the win, but D! WE...The Viking and I...WE won the war! You walk down Edmonton's little Whyte Avenue and wax poetic about art, and you talk about HIDING behind my title belt? Get a good look at it, D!, right here. Because what I did on Thursday night was get you closer to the NAPW Championship than you will EVER, BE, AGAIN!
THE PLAGUE whips off his sunglasses, cold-eyed with an ugly, angry smirk on his face.
THE PLAGUE: So listen up D! You can talk about "playing" at being a champion all you want, but understand one thing: I AM. THE CHAMPION of the NAPW! I am the representative of the NAPW throughout the ENTIRE UPW, the champion of UPW Western Canada. And when you're the champion, you little punk, you rise to the occasion! Y'see D!, what I'm hearing from you is that you don't even give the championship the respect it deserves! Winning the title MAKES you, kid! What I'm hearing from you is that the title is just some token of recognition for how good you really are, and that when you get the title you're not going to bother changing. You know you're right, the title is for the best. But WITHOUT the title, it doesn't MATTER how good you say you are! I got the gold to back it up, last time I checked. If YOU THINK for one damn second that I'm going to let some punk kid in track pants and dirty t-shirts put this title belt around his waist and waltz around the wrestling world saying "I'm the champ! I'm the champ! But I don't really need the belt, and I don't need to live it!" then you know what, that little bit of respect I gained for you when you beat THE VIKING for this title shot? It's gone. The Plague quiets his voice down, looking over at Bill Fleming and back to the camera. Bill Fleming, you know what I hear from this kid?
BILL FLEMING: No sir, I do not.
THE PLAGUE: It almost sounds like D! think it's going to be a cake-walk, taking on some "paper champion." You son of a bitch, you listen to me and you listen good: you bring you best game. I'm the Champion of the NAPW because I earned it. You bring you best game, even though it won't be enough, so you can go home feeling proud. You can wake up in the morning and say "I'm no Plague, but I left it all in the ring." Because I promise you, D!: You'll be wandering around, dragging the name of the NAPW through the mud for the whole world to see...
Over my...dead...body.
Kid, there's no quarantine, vaccination or antidote that can stop THE PLAGUE. Monday night comes around...and you're going to find out just how true it is. A final cold mocking glance at the camera, and The Plague half storms/half strolls off camera.
FLEMING: Ladies and gentlemen, the NAPW Champion. Now we're going to take a look at the Provincial Title match between the champion Ravager and the Hardcore Luchadore Static...