Strange Throughts
It was late, the sun had long since set and the night had set in, though it was a while yet before the morning. With a grim expression upon his face Draeden Darksky walked out of the main entrance to the hotel, almost right into Kyle Bacon. He almost ploughed him into the floor as he was on his way to meet Styx for a much needed drink but the small shred of mercy Draeden had in him at the time saved Kyle from certain trampling. He glared with irritation at the innocent man.Kyle: Crusader, any chance of an interview?
Draeden: Sure.
He gestured to the cameraman to start rolling. A red light lit up on the camera.
Kyle: Well, Draeden Darksky, there was quite an uproar on Crucifiction last week as The Fam appeared to take sides with "Da Big Rig" Scott Carr and The Elite, costing you your match - a match you were confident of winning, am I right?
Draeden: You are indeed correct in that assumption Kyle, I could have quite easily won that match. DBR was taken down first - all I needed to do was keep working on him until he stayed down and that's what I was in the process of doing, it was only a matter of time until DBR hit the ground for the ten count.
Kyle: I bet you wish you'd not made the stipulation for the loser to go away as the "Faggot Ass Bitch".
Draeden: In some respects you're right, however had the circumstances remained fair -as they were in the beginning of the match- then I'd not be the one going home with a ridiculous nickname. DBR knew he would have to walk away and face his fans as a Faggot Ass Bitch and couldn't handle it. He couldn't face the possibility, nay, damn certainty that by the same time the next day he'd be nicknamed the Faggot Ass Bitch and would be counting his lucky stars that the match wasn't for that shiny belt he's fought oh-so hard to get over the past few months. His flawless career would have been shattered and why? All for the sake of respect - and his lack thereof. Instead of taking the chance of sacrificing others' opinion of him -which he claims not to care about anyway- he pulled in some backup to divert that to me and what's worse - displaying his absolute cowardice, the ultimate disrespect.
Kyle was surprised at how unusually talkative Draeden was and was momentarily speechless. He regained his composure.
Kyle: So you're saying DBR wasn't man enough to take the mockery himself, and had to cheat to make sure it didn't happen?
Draeden: That's exactly what I'm saying. Given the opportunity I'll wear Scott Carr down and put him on his back for the ten count, like what should have happened on Crucifiction, and we'll see who the Faggot Ass Bitch is when that time comes.
Kyle: On to this week's events, you've been matched up with Sheamus O'Shaunessy on Crucifiction - what's your thoughts on that?
Draeden: Sheamus is an idiot. That scruffy Irish gypsy bastard should firmly seal his lips, though the chances of him doing so are pretty slim considering he has to use that mouth of his to land decent matches against competent performers who'll carry him, with the faint hope that he might learn something to drag himself out of VWF's gutter, away from the rest of the jobbers. The man -and I use that term loosely- has to make money *somehow*.
Kyle: I guess you've already heard what he has to say?
Draeden: Too right I did mate.
Draeden took the microphone from Kyle and turned to the camera. Kyle was surprised by the move, Draeden wasn't usually interested in interviews never mind cutting promos - it looked like he was going to reel one off right now!
Draeden: Alright Fanta-pubes, you want to know what I'm crusading for? You, along with the rest of the VWF roster will see soon enough, you'd certainly do well to stay out of my way else you'll be begging for deportation back to that shithole full of backward ginger cunts you call a country. You call yourself the "Irish Curse", the only thing you've cursed is the VWF with your presence. The fans all know that with you on the roster there's guaranteed to be one sub-par match on Crucifiction every week. It's just a shame Viking King didn't have a NINA sign on his door before you showed up as he'd have saved me the trouble of kicking your Paddy arse from one end of the VWF Arena to the other. As for my Cabo Wabo Middleweight Title I'm proud to have it. I couldn't help but detect a hint of jealousy there, in that I have a title and you don't, so I thought I'd make a slight modification to the title just to make you feel a tiny bit better...
He opened the front of his coat unfastened the belt at the back, holding it up to the camera. It appeared that there had been a green metal plate fastened to the front of the belt, covering the Cabo Wabo championship. Instead it appeared to be the front plate for a VWF Paddy-Whacker Championship belt!
Draeden: There. I thought you might like this one better, seeing as you apparently don't like Mexicans or Chinks, and with that in mind you can keep your green balls to yourself - along with your yellow belly, orange hair and black teeth, you dirty Irish twat. Quite a colourful character aren't you? I assume that's to help you fit in at your Gay Pride marches. Yeah, I can do the gay remarks too. In short O'Shaunessy, you're biting off more than you can chew here, and that's a lot considering how big your fucking mouth is. I'm going to drag what should be a sub-par match back up to scratch whether you like it or not, though you're still right in saying this will be a nothing match, it's me versus nothing and it'll take nothing to beat you.
Draeden passed the microphone back to Kyle and thanked him for his time before marching off. Kyle was once again speechless at Draeden's rant in response to the grief delivered by Sheamus O'Shaunessy, The Irish Curse. He watched the long-haired man walk off into the darkness, the tip of his sword's sheath protruding from the bottom of his jacket, inches from the ground. As he watched the swordsman he observed the fluidity of his movements, the grace with which he walked, each carefully landed step he took made no sound as if he strode across another plane of existence with the spirits. Kyle shook his head and sighed. Such strange thoughts.
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Draeden rounded a corner, snapping his fingers as soon as he was out of sight of Kyle Bacon and the camera. He'd walked in the wrong direction in his enthusiasm to dramatically avoid any further questions from Kyle and now had to slip past unnoticed. He decided to take the rooftops and ran towards the side of a building, taking a few steps up the wall and grabbing the fire escape stairs. He pulled himself up and vaulted over the rail and ascended the steps. He had much ground to cover and little time to do it in. This was urgent. It involved beers.
