Desperado's Reaction To Facing Skull
Sept 20, 2015 10:52:21 GMT -4
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Post by Desperado on Sept 20, 2015 10:52:21 GMT -4
“Fuck him!”
The harsh reply took Jeff back a little although not much fazed the man after the death of his sister. The camera seems to be following the deadly and dangerous superstar as he makes his way through backstage with a heavy training bag slung over his shoulder. A ‘New York’ cap is placed on his forehead as he bustles past the camera-man in what seems to be a strop.
The former Imperial champion does not look pleased… at all. He suddenly turns back to Jeff before patronising him with the words:
“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.”
Jeff has the look of a troubled young man on his face; innocent and naïve as they come. You could almost feel sorry for the guy until he opens his mouth to speak his wayward grasp of the English language.
“But the bosses says I has to gets the interviews with all the every contestants in the whole wrestling competition in EVPW today.”
“What part of “I don’t give a fuck” do you not understand?”
Jeff looked a little perplexed by Desperado’s aggression and could not fathom why he would refuse an interview with him.
“Why you so angry for? Just let me do my new job to be the bestest interviewer in the whole of EVPW wrestling show. It was my father’s dream his son become an interviewer of the wrestling industry and nothing… and I mean nothing can ever stop me fro-“
The camera is suddenly knocked to the ground landing horizontally catching the feet of both Desperado and Jeff Young. Cries of pain are followed by the body of Jeff falling against the floor with a sharp thud. The former EVPW superstar seems to be in distress, gathering the strength to get up onto all fours before Desperado’s boot comes into view striking the poor man in his ribs knocking him back down.
Walking over the fallen hero, Desperado’s black leather boots come into view again as the camera is straightened and lifted to a vertical base again. The vigilante’s rugged face is given a close-up and it’s a not pleasant sight considering the blood-lust that is in full display.
“Skull? You give me fucking Skull? That no-good, son-of-a-wench, has-been?”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with him? Ah?”
Desperado is livid. Absolutely livid. He cannot comprehend why he has been put up against Skull. Vibrations from the tremor in his hands can be felt by the camera causing the screen to shake as it’s being aired.
“This is a joke! A FUCKING JOKE!!! Nobody wants to see me comeback just to face fucking Skull in the very first match! I specifically stated Vlad… VLADIMIR-TP-FUCKING-STRIFE! Is that so frickin’ hard to understand?”
Desperado closes his eyes, shaking his head in dismay.
“You know what? … Fuck it! You want to play games with me ah? Well I’m just going to have to do this the hard way. I’m going to kill the bastard. I’m going to kick his bloody head in. That’s what I’m going to do. I’ve got him in that ring for 30 long minutes with no form of disqualification. I’m going to kill him! Step in that ring with me Skull and YOU. ARE. DEAD!”
The camera is suddenly dropped again, falling to a different angle this time, showing the face of the unconscious camera-man. It catches the back of Desperado as he walks away, flexing his fingers in rage.
