DullChameleon
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 |  Subject: The Tale of the Tape Wed Nov 20, 2013 4:12 pm | |
| Josh Matthews is seen standing in front of the usual red interview curtain as the show comes back from commercial.  Josh: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my distinct pleasure to welcome one of the two contenders for the vacant WCF title, The Show Off, Dolph Ziggler.Dolph enters the picture, glances at Josh and stares into the camera for a few seconds, before turning his attention back to Josh. Dolph: Yes?Josh: Ummm, well, Dolph, didn't you request this interview?Dolph: Of course I requested it Josh, I've got a whole lot to get off my chest and with all the distractions around this place, I came to the guy who I knew could get things done. Unfortunately, Michael Cole was busy, so I had to settle for you. No, I'm just kidding Josh, you both suck. Now, what did you want to ask me? Josh: Well, I thought that, since you asked for the interview, that you - Dolph: What Josh? Did you assume that I would have some canned promotional saying ready to deliver to all the sheep at home? Did you decide that since your next WCF champion asked to be interviewed, he would do all of your work for you? Get it together Josh. Conduct the damn interview.Josh: Ok, well, ummm, this Sunday is your championship match against CM Punk, the second championship match against your former friend in less than 40 days. How are you feeling going as we approach the match?Dolph rolls his eyes and sighs heavily. Dolph: Oh for God sakes Matthews, is that the best you've got? This is your chance to nail a hard hitting question and answer segment and you deliver softball, meaningless questions like that? God, you're worse at your job than Big Johnny. Ask me something else. Now.Josh: Right....um, something else, something else. Got it. With this Sunday's event being Survivor Series, both John Laurinitis and Stephanie McMahon have chosen teams to represent them. Now that you've heard the lineups for both teams, how confident are you that Team McMahon aka The Authority will reign supreme.Dolph stares at Josh in disbelief. He pulls a pack of gum out from his tights, tosses a piece in and throws the package at Josh's face. He begins to chew loudly.Dolph: Seriously? How confident am I in Team Authority? I'll tell you what Josh, I guess I'm going to have to do your job for you aren't I? Ask me about the tape Josh?Josh: The tape? What tape?Dolph: What tape? You've spent the last three hours running around asking every Tom, Dick, and Harry about some stupid tape, and now you don't remember? Christ, you're incompetent. Josh: Uh, ok. Dolph, what are your thoughts about the tape that has been -Dolph knocks the microphone out of Josh's hand, and grabs the camera. He pulls it closer to his face. Dolph: The tape is irrelevant Josh. This interview is irrelevant. All these new “superstars” that have been running around here in recent weeks are irrelevant. CM Punk is irrelevant. There is only one thing that matters in this business. One thing that keeps us all coming out here day after day, week after week, year after year, parading our incredible athleticism for a bunch of whiny, mewling idiots who squash themselves into seats that are rapidly shrinking in relation to their overgrown asses. One thing. And over this past year I've been pursuing that thing relentlessly. I've been in main event upon main event. I've headlined almost every damn pay per view this business has. I've shown off more times than CM Punk has shown up. And now, with only five days left, that thing is within my grasp. A few weeks ago, I defeated Shawn Michaels in that ring. I pinned the man who invented the boyhood dream storyline. I took down the man who outlasted Bret Hart in the greatest match this business has ever seen. Now, it's my turn. At Survivor Series, there won't be a feel good story. There won't be a huge pop from the crowd as CM Punk hoists the WCF Championship. Instead, it's going to be silent. It's going to be quiet at the end of that match. There won't be balloons falling from the rafters, or pyrotechnics firing from the ring posts, there will just be me, holding that championship while the entire world stares in shock. At my feet, CM Punk will be covered in blood, unconscious, and on my shoulder will be the thing that drives us all. You people love to boo me. You love to see me fail time and time again. You love to see me suffer. This time, it's me who will make you suffer. I'm going to win that championship belt and I'm never going to let it go. Drew McIntyre isn't going to take it from me when he cashes in his money in the bank briefcase. The Road Dogg isn't going to get it back when he inevitably comes calling. Not even God himself will take that belt from around my waist. I'm taking over the WCF. I'm going to rule this place with an iron fist and a golden prize. And it's not going to be pleasant for anyone. So. Cheer for CM Punk this Sunday. Call his name, make signs announcing his coronation, but know that it will all be for naught. The Rising Son has risen, and he's never going to fall.Ziggler stares into the camera for a few more seconds and then punches the camera lens, cracking the class, knocking the camera back to the floor. Promo closed | |
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