Post by Roger Wright on Sept 16, 2019 19:38:26 GMT -6
Vince and Jill can be seen walking through the corridors of the ARENA, each staring into the camera confidently as they do so. On the sides of them, staff of all kinds prepare for the night to come.
Vince: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight NEW is throwing out the playbook, and trying something that has never been done before. With Cold Front just days away, All of NEW’s top talents will be competing in a one for all rumble that will decide the entirety of the pay per view to come. It is unprecedented, it is completely unpredictable, and that is what N-E-W, is all about.
Jill: In preperation for what is sure to be one of the biggest fights of the year, I sat down with someone who seems to be one of the biggest additions of the year, and of course, we’re talking about none other than the man they call Nomad.
We cut away to a darkened room, where Jill sits on one chair, and her guest, Nomad, sits on the other. Nomad is dressed in a t-shirt that says “Steers &” on the front, and has been cut down from the midsection, the collar, and the sleeves. Sipping a bottle of water, Nomad waits impatiently for the woman to get past the pleasantries, and get to the point.
Jill: Nomad, since arriving here in NEW, you have been on a tear. You are not only one of our most dominating athletes, but you are also one of our more storied, with yo-
Nomad: Shut the fuck up.
Jill: Ex...Excuse me?
Nomad: You know, there are these rules us fighters live by. They ain’t written down, and they ain’t fined or in our contract. Rules none the less tho. And one of them is that you don’t go revealing shit people don’t want revealed. These rules go for you as well.
Jill: I mean, have you seen the message boards? You think no one knows wh-
Nomad: You think I didn’t know that was Nocturnal the first fucking second I set eyes on ‘em? You think anyone didn’t? No. Everyone knew. But we play along. Fuck what the internet says. You aren’t on the fucking internet.
Jill: So I’m just supposed to keep pretending that yo-
Nomad: Yes, you dizzy cunt. That’s precisely what you’re going to do. And I’m gonna pretend like I don’t know how you got this fucking job.
Jill:...I’m sorry.
Nomad:...me too. I just didn’t go through all I went through so you could have some barbara fucking walters moment and get me to open up. That’s not how this works. Ask me anything you want, girl. But don’t fuck around, huh?
Jill: Ok. How do you feel about going into this PPV unsure of what’s going to happen?
Nomad: This business thrives on the unknown. Shock value is our bread and butter. So I get why they threw out the handbook. Do I get why It’s the only match they booked? No. I also don’t believe for a fucking second that it’ll stay that way. They don’t pay me to think, and that’s fine. Thinking ain’t what I’m best at.
Jill: Without revealing, do you think it’ll be difficult to get into the ring with so many people you have a history with?
Nomad: History’s all I got. I don’t step aside for nobody.
Jill: You were recently attacked at Ignite by two masked men, any idea who they were?
Nomad: Just a couple of numbers, really. It won’t stop with them, and the next one won’t be wearing a mask. He’ll be wearing one of his many faces.
Jill: Sounds like you’re prepared.
Nomad: I’m the meanest boy scout you’ll ever fucking meet.
Jill: Thanks for sitting down with me. And again, I’m sorry I lost my place.
Nomad: No worries. This job suits you a lot better than the last one.
Vince: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight NEW is throwing out the playbook, and trying something that has never been done before. With Cold Front just days away, All of NEW’s top talents will be competing in a one for all rumble that will decide the entirety of the pay per view to come. It is unprecedented, it is completely unpredictable, and that is what N-E-W, is all about.
Jill: In preperation for what is sure to be one of the biggest fights of the year, I sat down with someone who seems to be one of the biggest additions of the year, and of course, we’re talking about none other than the man they call Nomad.
We cut away to a darkened room, where Jill sits on one chair, and her guest, Nomad, sits on the other. Nomad is dressed in a t-shirt that says “Steers &” on the front, and has been cut down from the midsection, the collar, and the sleeves. Sipping a bottle of water, Nomad waits impatiently for the woman to get past the pleasantries, and get to the point.
Jill: Nomad, since arriving here in NEW, you have been on a tear. You are not only one of our most dominating athletes, but you are also one of our more storied, with yo-
Nomad: Shut the fuck up.
Jill: Ex...Excuse me?
Nomad: You know, there are these rules us fighters live by. They ain’t written down, and they ain’t fined or in our contract. Rules none the less tho. And one of them is that you don’t go revealing shit people don’t want revealed. These rules go for you as well.
Jill: I mean, have you seen the message boards? You think no one knows wh-
Nomad: You think I didn’t know that was Nocturnal the first fucking second I set eyes on ‘em? You think anyone didn’t? No. Everyone knew. But we play along. Fuck what the internet says. You aren’t on the fucking internet.
Jill: So I’m just supposed to keep pretending that yo-
Nomad: Yes, you dizzy cunt. That’s precisely what you’re going to do. And I’m gonna pretend like I don’t know how you got this fucking job.
Jill:...I’m sorry.
Nomad:...me too. I just didn’t go through all I went through so you could have some barbara fucking walters moment and get me to open up. That’s not how this works. Ask me anything you want, girl. But don’t fuck around, huh?
Jill: Ok. How do you feel about going into this PPV unsure of what’s going to happen?
Nomad: This business thrives on the unknown. Shock value is our bread and butter. So I get why they threw out the handbook. Do I get why It’s the only match they booked? No. I also don’t believe for a fucking second that it’ll stay that way. They don’t pay me to think, and that’s fine. Thinking ain’t what I’m best at.
Jill: Without revealing, do you think it’ll be difficult to get into the ring with so many people you have a history with?
Nomad: History’s all I got. I don’t step aside for nobody.
Jill: You were recently attacked at Ignite by two masked men, any idea who they were?
Nomad: Just a couple of numbers, really. It won’t stop with them, and the next one won’t be wearing a mask. He’ll be wearing one of his many faces.
Jill: Sounds like you’re prepared.
Nomad: I’m the meanest boy scout you’ll ever fucking meet.
Jill: Thanks for sitting down with me. And again, I’m sorry I lost my place.
Nomad: No worries. This job suits you a lot better than the last one.