Post by Alex Kiseragi on Oct 9, 2009 16:47:20 GMT -5
Coffee and a catch up chat. It had become one of those tiny little traditions that seemed to make the world go around. The kind of thing that you don’t realise just how traditional it has become until you have to go without it. Fortunately today wasn’t one of those days and, cardboard cups in hand, GIW Superstar Alex Kiseragi and GIW’s most aesthetically pleasing interviewer Roxy Malone sat slumped in a battered, worn and unbelievably comfortable brown fabric couch at the end of a small box of a room that comprised part of the GIW arena’s, ‘Backstage’ area. A few feet away was one of the most iconic and identifiable spots in the entire building. A backdrop of steel girders, twisted barbed wire and thick mesh fencing wrapped around the oh so familiar GIW logo. How much of it was real metal and how much was simply well disguised polystyrene with a clever lick of paint Alex had never taken the time to check although he was sure there was a mixture either way. One way or another though it was still a point instantly recognisable to any GIW fan, the interview spot. Whether it be on a Sunday night as part of the weeks big Sentinel show or any time in between for the benefit of those who frequented GIW.com, many a superstar had stood in this room and pronounced how he was superior to his opponent in every mental and physical way before detailing in no short order how he would destroy him in their upcoming match. Today that superstar would be the Dragon, his reason, the latter.
A skeletal team of techies milled around casually. They had all day and Alex suspected that they were being paid by the hour. That suited him just fine though.
“So I heard you broke Jason’s poking stick. Thanks, he’s been bugging me with that thing for weeks.” Roxy said. She sat to the left, her knees tucked up into her body as she laid practically sideways, the couch cushion long since able to provide any real support. As she briefly let out that cute little smile, clad in a pair of figure hugging deep blue jeans and equally form fitting black vest top, Alex couldn’t help but envy Moss Edwards, if only for a second.
He was wearing one of his own t-shirts, now available from GIW.com, as was standard procedure with these kind of promotions, matched with his favourite pair of baggy grey slate jeans. He sat slumped back in the seat, he head lolled lazily to the left. “I do what I can.” he smirked alongside his best cheesy superhero facial expression. He never had been very good at it and it came out more like a cross between pleasant curiosity and painful constipation but it drew a laugh either way.
They both took a long slurp from their cups, eager to empty them before their contents cooled, or worse, they were forced to actually get up and work, if you could really call it that. “So…” Roxy started, pausing purposefully to let the smallest of words linger in the air, nervous tension forming around it with every passing moment. It was a trick she’d learnt long ago, allowing awkward tension to build to the point that an interviewee would tell all just to break it. This may not have been an interview, not yet, but it still had it’s uses in everyday life when essential information had to be gathered, and what she was about to ask regarded the most essential information of all. Alex had grown wide eyed and taken about a dozen quick sips from his cup in the hopes of filling up the time until Roxy gave up first. It was a futile effort.
“So?” he finally said, almost snapping at her and sitting up and forward reflexively.
Roxy held out her hand to the side and inspected her nails carefully and Alex’s eyes bore a hole through her in expectation. She let it linger for just a couple more seconds until the perfect moment then, “How’s the love life?” she spoke.
Alex wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry and in the end didn’t really do either, electing to slump back heavily into the seat and say a silent thank you that he’d drained most of his cup as he felt it’s remaining contents slosh wildly within their confines. “Seriously?” he asked in disbelief.
“Seriously. Girls got to know these things. There are people who’s happiness rests upon your answer.”
“Who?” Alex scoffed.
“That would be telling.”
Alex rolled his eyes, sighed quietly and stared up at the ceiling. “It’s been pretty much a no-go. Between looking for a new place, training and this kind of stuff…” he gestured to the set and the cameras now surrounding it. “…I haven’t had a whole lot of time.”
Roxy shook her head. “Nope, you’re not shrugging me off that easily. There’s always someone. Someone on your mind at least.”
“No, there’s really n-”
“Tell me.” She cut in curtly. There was another pause and their eyes locked. For a few seconds they seemed to speak using only their eyebrows and subtle inclines of the head. Alex sighed again, deeper this time.
“Ok, there is this one girl.”
Roxy smiled inside. Sure she felt guilty playing people like this but it was soon forgotten in the excitement of whatever information her methods had managed to garner. As Alex opened his mouth to speak a wave of excitement rushed over her that she wasn’t able to control. “Oh my god is it Katie!?” she blurted out before clamping her mouth shut with her hands.
Alex gave her the same look he had given Reeves the previous week. A cross between confusion and bemusement. “No. Why do people keep saying that?” he looked forward towards the set, his expression never changing.
Roxy was smiling broadly by now. “Oh my.” she said, in a tone a little too cheerful for Alex’s liking right now. “You know I like you Alex and I mean this in the nicest possible way but you are dumb.”
Alex’s head shot back around to face her. “Gee thanks. What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You guys are up.” A rotund tech interrupted, gesturing back over his shoulder towards the set with his thumb. Roxy was straight to her feet. Alex didn’t move though his gaze fixed on her.
“If you don’t know it’s really not my place to tell you.” she said back over her shoulder.
Alex got to his feet. “What is it with women and that sentence?” he said as he turned and reached into a black duffel bag beside the couch. “I’m glad you weren’t my high school science teacher with that attitude.” When he straightened up again the Tag Team Title belt was firmly planted on his left shoulder and he made for the set.
“I want you to have a good hard think about this later. Maybe you’ll have a breakthrough.” Roxy replied, now walking backwards slowly for a couple of steps with a smug grin.
Alex glared at her through narrowed eyes. “I hate you sometimes. You know that?”
“I know.” Roxy smirked and turned her back, stepping onto the set and taking her position on what would be the right hand side of the shot.
Alex took his place next to her on the left of shot and the pair of them took a moment to straighten themselves out as the crew took their places behind the cameras. “You ready then?”
“Yup.” Alex nodded.
“Sure?”
“I’m sure. You’re not going to get upset if I say something mean about your boyfriend though are you?”
“Please, Alex. You’re not going to say anything mean. You and I both know that.”
“You don’t know that.” Alex protested.
“Yeah…we all do.”
“Nuh-uh”
“Ya-huh.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Ya-”
“Action!”
“Hello GIW.com viewers.” Roxy cut instantly from childish banter into the pinnacle of professional pro-wrestling interviewing. “I’m Roxy Malone, keeping you up to date with all the goings on backstage mid week here at GIW. Today my special guest is one half of the GIW tag team champions, The Dragon, Alex Kiseragi.”
From behind the camera you would see the shot pan left to include the Dragon who was now stood up straight and proud, one arm wrapped firmly around the title belt still sat across his left shoulder. “Hey.” Alex adds with a casual wave of his right hand.
“Now Alex, you were defeated last week by relative GIW newcomer Jet Somers. With the possibility still in the air that the Wild Card will be one of you challengers for the Tag Team title at Distant Whispers, what does this do to your confidence?”
Alex strokes his free hand across the thin layer of stubble coating his chin. “Ok, let me set this straight.” he held up his finger. “Jet Somers didn’t beat me. Everyone saw me get my foot on the ropes and in my book, when you need someone to come and secure your pins for you, you haven’t really won anything.”
“And how about Distant Whispers?”
“Ya know, I hope Jet does challenge us. Brandon Brown and myself are fighting champions. That means we’re willing to take on the best, anytime, any place. If Jet Somers and KvK can prove that’s them, then bring it on.”
“Ok, onto this week. You and Brandon Brown have a non-title match with The Auteur, Moss Edwards and a debuting tag team partner named Colin Davis. What are your thoughts on the match?”
“Moss is a top competitor. This is the tag team division though and we’re the Champions. I’m expecting a real contest and unlike last week we’re going to see a solid victory by the better team on the night and the smart money says that’s us.”
The shot from behind the camera pans back across to cut Kiseragi out of shot and focus once again on the glamorous interviewer. “Well there you have it. Fighting words from the Tag Team Champions. That’s just one match-up to look forward to this week on another edition of Sentinel, this Sunday. Don’t miss it.”
A skeletal team of techies milled around casually. They had all day and Alex suspected that they were being paid by the hour. That suited him just fine though.
“So I heard you broke Jason’s poking stick. Thanks, he’s been bugging me with that thing for weeks.” Roxy said. She sat to the left, her knees tucked up into her body as she laid practically sideways, the couch cushion long since able to provide any real support. As she briefly let out that cute little smile, clad in a pair of figure hugging deep blue jeans and equally form fitting black vest top, Alex couldn’t help but envy Moss Edwards, if only for a second.
He was wearing one of his own t-shirts, now available from GIW.com, as was standard procedure with these kind of promotions, matched with his favourite pair of baggy grey slate jeans. He sat slumped back in the seat, he head lolled lazily to the left. “I do what I can.” he smirked alongside his best cheesy superhero facial expression. He never had been very good at it and it came out more like a cross between pleasant curiosity and painful constipation but it drew a laugh either way.
They both took a long slurp from their cups, eager to empty them before their contents cooled, or worse, they were forced to actually get up and work, if you could really call it that. “So…” Roxy started, pausing purposefully to let the smallest of words linger in the air, nervous tension forming around it with every passing moment. It was a trick she’d learnt long ago, allowing awkward tension to build to the point that an interviewee would tell all just to break it. This may not have been an interview, not yet, but it still had it’s uses in everyday life when essential information had to be gathered, and what she was about to ask regarded the most essential information of all. Alex had grown wide eyed and taken about a dozen quick sips from his cup in the hopes of filling up the time until Roxy gave up first. It was a futile effort.
“So?” he finally said, almost snapping at her and sitting up and forward reflexively.
Roxy held out her hand to the side and inspected her nails carefully and Alex’s eyes bore a hole through her in expectation. She let it linger for just a couple more seconds until the perfect moment then, “How’s the love life?” she spoke.
Alex wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry and in the end didn’t really do either, electing to slump back heavily into the seat and say a silent thank you that he’d drained most of his cup as he felt it’s remaining contents slosh wildly within their confines. “Seriously?” he asked in disbelief.
“Seriously. Girls got to know these things. There are people who’s happiness rests upon your answer.”
“Who?” Alex scoffed.
“That would be telling.”
Alex rolled his eyes, sighed quietly and stared up at the ceiling. “It’s been pretty much a no-go. Between looking for a new place, training and this kind of stuff…” he gestured to the set and the cameras now surrounding it. “…I haven’t had a whole lot of time.”
Roxy shook her head. “Nope, you’re not shrugging me off that easily. There’s always someone. Someone on your mind at least.”
“No, there’s really n-”
“Tell me.” She cut in curtly. There was another pause and their eyes locked. For a few seconds they seemed to speak using only their eyebrows and subtle inclines of the head. Alex sighed again, deeper this time.
“Ok, there is this one girl.”
Roxy smiled inside. Sure she felt guilty playing people like this but it was soon forgotten in the excitement of whatever information her methods had managed to garner. As Alex opened his mouth to speak a wave of excitement rushed over her that she wasn’t able to control. “Oh my god is it Katie!?” she blurted out before clamping her mouth shut with her hands.
Alex gave her the same look he had given Reeves the previous week. A cross between confusion and bemusement. “No. Why do people keep saying that?” he looked forward towards the set, his expression never changing.
Roxy was smiling broadly by now. “Oh my.” she said, in a tone a little too cheerful for Alex’s liking right now. “You know I like you Alex and I mean this in the nicest possible way but you are dumb.”
Alex’s head shot back around to face her. “Gee thanks. What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You guys are up.” A rotund tech interrupted, gesturing back over his shoulder towards the set with his thumb. Roxy was straight to her feet. Alex didn’t move though his gaze fixed on her.
“If you don’t know it’s really not my place to tell you.” she said back over her shoulder.
Alex got to his feet. “What is it with women and that sentence?” he said as he turned and reached into a black duffel bag beside the couch. “I’m glad you weren’t my high school science teacher with that attitude.” When he straightened up again the Tag Team Title belt was firmly planted on his left shoulder and he made for the set.
“I want you to have a good hard think about this later. Maybe you’ll have a breakthrough.” Roxy replied, now walking backwards slowly for a couple of steps with a smug grin.
Alex glared at her through narrowed eyes. “I hate you sometimes. You know that?”
“I know.” Roxy smirked and turned her back, stepping onto the set and taking her position on what would be the right hand side of the shot.
Alex took his place next to her on the left of shot and the pair of them took a moment to straighten themselves out as the crew took their places behind the cameras. “You ready then?”
“Yup.” Alex nodded.
“Sure?”
“I’m sure. You’re not going to get upset if I say something mean about your boyfriend though are you?”
“Please, Alex. You’re not going to say anything mean. You and I both know that.”
“You don’t know that.” Alex protested.
“Yeah…we all do.”
“Nuh-uh”
“Ya-huh.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Ya-”
“Action!”
“Hello GIW.com viewers.” Roxy cut instantly from childish banter into the pinnacle of professional pro-wrestling interviewing. “I’m Roxy Malone, keeping you up to date with all the goings on backstage mid week here at GIW. Today my special guest is one half of the GIW tag team champions, The Dragon, Alex Kiseragi.”
From behind the camera you would see the shot pan left to include the Dragon who was now stood up straight and proud, one arm wrapped firmly around the title belt still sat across his left shoulder. “Hey.” Alex adds with a casual wave of his right hand.
“Now Alex, you were defeated last week by relative GIW newcomer Jet Somers. With the possibility still in the air that the Wild Card will be one of you challengers for the Tag Team title at Distant Whispers, what does this do to your confidence?”
Alex strokes his free hand across the thin layer of stubble coating his chin. “Ok, let me set this straight.” he held up his finger. “Jet Somers didn’t beat me. Everyone saw me get my foot on the ropes and in my book, when you need someone to come and secure your pins for you, you haven’t really won anything.”
“And how about Distant Whispers?”
“Ya know, I hope Jet does challenge us. Brandon Brown and myself are fighting champions. That means we’re willing to take on the best, anytime, any place. If Jet Somers and KvK can prove that’s them, then bring it on.”
“Ok, onto this week. You and Brandon Brown have a non-title match with The Auteur, Moss Edwards and a debuting tag team partner named Colin Davis. What are your thoughts on the match?”
“Moss is a top competitor. This is the tag team division though and we’re the Champions. I’m expecting a real contest and unlike last week we’re going to see a solid victory by the better team on the night and the smart money says that’s us.”
The shot from behind the camera pans back across to cut Kiseragi out of shot and focus once again on the glamorous interviewer. “Well there you have it. Fighting words from the Tag Team Champions. That’s just one match-up to look forward to this week on another edition of Sentinel, this Sunday. Don’t miss it.”
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