Post by Trav McBang! on Mar 19, 2011 22:53:57 GMT -5
*In the backstage area known as the locker room, Alex Avice is hunting around looking for interviews. After all, Survival of the Proud presented something unique…a chance for anyone on the roster to catapult into the main event. While most of them would prefer to keep to themselves and prepare for the tournament, Avice is sure that a select few would love to give him their thoughts. Fortunately, the walking sound byte that is Eric Valor is nearby. Avice grimaces, but the chance for an interview outweighs the possible annoyance involved. He hesitantly holds up a hand and calls out.*
Alex Avice: Excuse me, Mr. Valor!
*Valor turns around and notices the camera crew…as well as Avice. He quickly turns his back, puts on sunglasses, and turns around to prepare for camera time.*
Eric Valor: Damn, A-Two. Don’t do that next time…
Alex Avice: Do what?
Eric Valor: Hello…making me turn around without my shades on? You only get one chance to make a first impression.
Alex Avice: It is called a first impression for a reason…
Eric Valor: And you want the first time viewers to picture Eric Valor as a random shade-less wrestler who just happens to be amazingly good looking? Come on, Avice, that’s just amateur.
Alex Avice: I’m not sure I understand where you’re coming from…
Eric Valor: Clearly, A-Two-. Clearly.
*Valor tugs lightly on Avice’s out-of-style tie and chuckles.*
Eric Valor: Anyways, let’s move on. So, who am I facing tonight, little buddy?
*Avice’s jaw drops. He stares at the cameraman, who is also in disbelief…albeit, behind the camera so nobody can really tell. Avice turns back to Valor.*
Alex Avice: You don’t know?
Eric Valor: Being me is a full time job, Avice. Sometimes, I just don’t have time to plan ahead. I figure it’s okay if I let natural talent, dashing good looks, charisma, and lady luck help me through. So, A-Two…you going to give me a heads up or am I just going to have to see who my opponent is when their music hits?
Alex Avice: It’s Survival of the Proud…you know, the big event? With the tournament?
Eric Valor: Oh, cool. A gauntlet of challengers. Am I going to fight a man with a skin disorder again? That was just…well, gross. You don’t have any other freaks here, do you? I really don’t want to get in the ring with a guy and find out he’s got something like a colostomy bag.
Alex Avice: *Amused chuckle* No, nothing like that. At least, not yet…but one of your opponents tonight might very well cause it soon enough. In the opening round, you’re facing Dru Tha Merc.
Eric Valor: Dru tha Who?
Alex Avice: Dru Dallins. The giant, mountain of a man that spent the past month throwing people into steel steps and defeating the Valiant champion?
Eric Valor: That sounds like one scary mother-bleeper, A-Two.
Alex Avice: Oh, he definitely …did you just say bleep?
Eric Valor: There are kids watching, man. Can’t let the parents down.
*Valor points to the camera and smiles, giving a cheesy thumbs up.*
Eric Valor: And remember kids, don’t try this at home.
Alex Avice: Well played, Valor. Well played. Hopefully you’ll be able to think on your feet later tonight, because Dallins isn’t the only first round obstacle. It’s a three way dance with Johnny Noble.
Eric Valor: De-lightful. So I’ve got the baby brother and the grizzly bear in thug’s clothing? That sounds more deplorable than Sex Party McBurned-skin. Please tell me there’s good news behind this…
Alex Avice: Well, there is…sort of. Most people consider your match to be the most difficult of the night. If you win, you could very well breeze through the other contenders and actually win yourself a Valiant title shot.
*Valor’s jaw drops and he holds up a finger. He removes his sunglasses and narrows his eyes.*
Eric Valor: What was that?
Alex Avice: The guys you face in the later rounds might be easier than…
Eric Valor: No, not that. The other thing. Did you say…title shot?
Alex Avice: Yeah…the tournament winner gets a shot at the Valiant Championship. You honestly didn’t know?
Eric Valor: I told you, A-Two. Full-time job. And now you drop the bomb that I could be leaving the building as the number one contender?
Alex Avice: Or in an ambulance, if you underestimate Tha Merc.
Eric Valor: Oh please, if he’s that bad…I’ll toss Baby Noble in the way and just wait to pick up a pinfall when it actually counts. Stop being such a pessimist, A-Two. You’re talking to the next number one contender.
Alex Avice: I don’t think you realize quite how competitive this tournament is going to be, Eric. The entire roster is going to be involved. Eddie Nash. Dru Dallins. Stephen Callaway.
Eric Valor: Eric Valor.
Alex Avice: That’s true, but those men I named are more proven…
Eric Valor: But A-Two, I’m hurt by your words. We’re supposed to be friends…I’m….Eric Valor. You’re supposed to back me.
Alex Avice: I’d have a little more faith if you’d actually trained and prepared for this week.
Eric Valor: I see how it goes, A-Two. I entertain the masses. I give you your interview. I win my debut match…and now I’m the underdog? Well, if that’s how it’s going to be, fine. I’ll just let the results do the talking. And when the night is over and the crowd is rocking out to bleeping Rush, everyone back here will see just how much of an underdog Eric Valor really was.
Alex Avice: Wow, so you actually do care about more than sunglasses and cheap pops?
Eric Valor: You’re damn right I do, A-Two. I admit, I like being funny as much as the next guy…but being named number one contender in my second week? There’s nothing funny about that. It’s going to take focus, crowd support, and probably an Ishimura Breaker or three. I’d planned to go out there and put on a show, but thanks to you informing me of the stakes, I now want to go out there, put on a show, and win.
Alex Avice: Glad I could be of some assistance, Eric. I’m sure you’re ready to go and get ready, knowing what’s at stake, so would you care to leave us with some closing comments?
*Valor nods and puts his sunglasses back on. He takes a deep breath and turns towards the camera.*
Eric Valor: Ladies, gentlemen, and the Neanderthals known as the Pride roster…I hope you’ve got your popcorn ready because tonight is going to be a blockbuster. Eric Valor. Dru the Mercenary. Little Noble…and that’s just round one. Survival of the Proud is going to throw everything that Pride has to offer my way and I intend to best them all. Even if I fail, it’s sure to be one heck of a night to watch. At the end of this all, a new challenger to the Valiant title will be named…and who better than Eric Valor? Survival of the Proud might be the most exciting, surprisingly, and memorable Pride show yet and I promise you that when the smoke clears, Rush will hit and I’ll be in the ring celebrating. Hey, Avice…what time is it?
*Avice shrugs and begins to look at his watch. Valor puts a hand over the watch’s face and shakes his head.*
Eric Valor: It’s game time.
*And with a chest pound, Valor retreats to the locker room…ready to earn a shot at the title. After all, it already had his name on it…
…sort of.*
Alex Avice: Excuse me, Mr. Valor!
*Valor turns around and notices the camera crew…as well as Avice. He quickly turns his back, puts on sunglasses, and turns around to prepare for camera time.*
Eric Valor: Damn, A-Two. Don’t do that next time…
Alex Avice: Do what?
Eric Valor: Hello…making me turn around without my shades on? You only get one chance to make a first impression.
Alex Avice: It is called a first impression for a reason…
Eric Valor: And you want the first time viewers to picture Eric Valor as a random shade-less wrestler who just happens to be amazingly good looking? Come on, Avice, that’s just amateur.
Alex Avice: I’m not sure I understand where you’re coming from…
Eric Valor: Clearly, A-Two-. Clearly.
*Valor tugs lightly on Avice’s out-of-style tie and chuckles.*
Eric Valor: Anyways, let’s move on. So, who am I facing tonight, little buddy?
*Avice’s jaw drops. He stares at the cameraman, who is also in disbelief…albeit, behind the camera so nobody can really tell. Avice turns back to Valor.*
Alex Avice: You don’t know?
Eric Valor: Being me is a full time job, Avice. Sometimes, I just don’t have time to plan ahead. I figure it’s okay if I let natural talent, dashing good looks, charisma, and lady luck help me through. So, A-Two…you going to give me a heads up or am I just going to have to see who my opponent is when their music hits?
Alex Avice: It’s Survival of the Proud…you know, the big event? With the tournament?
Eric Valor: Oh, cool. A gauntlet of challengers. Am I going to fight a man with a skin disorder again? That was just…well, gross. You don’t have any other freaks here, do you? I really don’t want to get in the ring with a guy and find out he’s got something like a colostomy bag.
Alex Avice: *Amused chuckle* No, nothing like that. At least, not yet…but one of your opponents tonight might very well cause it soon enough. In the opening round, you’re facing Dru Tha Merc.
Eric Valor: Dru tha Who?
Alex Avice: Dru Dallins. The giant, mountain of a man that spent the past month throwing people into steel steps and defeating the Valiant champion?
Eric Valor: That sounds like one scary mother-bleeper, A-Two.
Alex Avice: Oh, he definitely …did you just say bleep?
Eric Valor: There are kids watching, man. Can’t let the parents down.
*Valor points to the camera and smiles, giving a cheesy thumbs up.*
Eric Valor: And remember kids, don’t try this at home.
Alex Avice: Well played, Valor. Well played. Hopefully you’ll be able to think on your feet later tonight, because Dallins isn’t the only first round obstacle. It’s a three way dance with Johnny Noble.
Eric Valor: De-lightful. So I’ve got the baby brother and the grizzly bear in thug’s clothing? That sounds more deplorable than Sex Party McBurned-skin. Please tell me there’s good news behind this…
Alex Avice: Well, there is…sort of. Most people consider your match to be the most difficult of the night. If you win, you could very well breeze through the other contenders and actually win yourself a Valiant title shot.
*Valor’s jaw drops and he holds up a finger. He removes his sunglasses and narrows his eyes.*
Eric Valor: What was that?
Alex Avice: The guys you face in the later rounds might be easier than…
Eric Valor: No, not that. The other thing. Did you say…title shot?
Alex Avice: Yeah…the tournament winner gets a shot at the Valiant Championship. You honestly didn’t know?
Eric Valor: I told you, A-Two. Full-time job. And now you drop the bomb that I could be leaving the building as the number one contender?
Alex Avice: Or in an ambulance, if you underestimate Tha Merc.
Eric Valor: Oh please, if he’s that bad…I’ll toss Baby Noble in the way and just wait to pick up a pinfall when it actually counts. Stop being such a pessimist, A-Two. You’re talking to the next number one contender.
Alex Avice: I don’t think you realize quite how competitive this tournament is going to be, Eric. The entire roster is going to be involved. Eddie Nash. Dru Dallins. Stephen Callaway.
Eric Valor: Eric Valor.
Alex Avice: That’s true, but those men I named are more proven…
Eric Valor: But A-Two, I’m hurt by your words. We’re supposed to be friends…I’m….Eric Valor. You’re supposed to back me.
Alex Avice: I’d have a little more faith if you’d actually trained and prepared for this week.
Eric Valor: I see how it goes, A-Two. I entertain the masses. I give you your interview. I win my debut match…and now I’m the underdog? Well, if that’s how it’s going to be, fine. I’ll just let the results do the talking. And when the night is over and the crowd is rocking out to bleeping Rush, everyone back here will see just how much of an underdog Eric Valor really was.
Alex Avice: Wow, so you actually do care about more than sunglasses and cheap pops?
Eric Valor: You’re damn right I do, A-Two. I admit, I like being funny as much as the next guy…but being named number one contender in my second week? There’s nothing funny about that. It’s going to take focus, crowd support, and probably an Ishimura Breaker or three. I’d planned to go out there and put on a show, but thanks to you informing me of the stakes, I now want to go out there, put on a show, and win.
Alex Avice: Glad I could be of some assistance, Eric. I’m sure you’re ready to go and get ready, knowing what’s at stake, so would you care to leave us with some closing comments?
*Valor nods and puts his sunglasses back on. He takes a deep breath and turns towards the camera.*
Eric Valor: Ladies, gentlemen, and the Neanderthals known as the Pride roster…I hope you’ve got your popcorn ready because tonight is going to be a blockbuster. Eric Valor. Dru the Mercenary. Little Noble…and that’s just round one. Survival of the Proud is going to throw everything that Pride has to offer my way and I intend to best them all. Even if I fail, it’s sure to be one heck of a night to watch. At the end of this all, a new challenger to the Valiant title will be named…and who better than Eric Valor? Survival of the Proud might be the most exciting, surprisingly, and memorable Pride show yet and I promise you that when the smoke clears, Rush will hit and I’ll be in the ring celebrating. Hey, Avice…what time is it?
*Avice shrugs and begins to look at his watch. Valor puts a hand over the watch’s face and shakes his head.*
Eric Valor: It’s game time.
*And with a chest pound, Valor retreats to the locker room…ready to earn a shot at the title. After all, it already had his name on it…
…sort of.*
