Post by mjq on Mar 20, 2007 6:22:23 GMT -5
Mighty John Quinn is wandering the halls backstage, obviously not in a very good mood. He barges through small groups of people and when the vending machine doesn't work, he practically rips it off the wall!
Muttering under his breath to himself, he storms away from what's left of the vending machine and heads towards his locker room.
Michael Cole eventually catches up with him, and with slight trepidation, sticks a microphone in front of MJQ.
Cole: John! What seems to be the problem? You don't look very happy!
Quinn growls something unintelligible and slams his fist into the wall.
MJQ: Happy?! Of course I'm not happy! First off, I agree to partner Wreckingball, only for him to have his wrestling license revoked! But more importantly, have you seen the recent Match Cards around here?!
Cole: What do you mean? You had a match on Friday night didn't you?
Quinn once more slams his fist against the wall, this time causing a lump of plaster to fall to the floor.
Quinn: Friday!! Yes, I had a fight on Friday and ripped Stevie Rock to pieces in that electrified Cage! There's been 3 other cards posted since then - and where does my name appear on any of them? No-bloody-where!!
Cole takes a cautious step backwards.
Cole: You can't expect to be on every single card John - especially as one of them was the PPV! You've only been here 5 minutes, come on ...
Quinn's face gets even more animated and angry and his right hand shoots out and grabs Cole round the neck.
Finally, releasing his hold, Quinn looks straight into Cole's eyes.
MJQ: I wasn't expecting a match at the PPV - I know I've not done enough - yet - to warrant a PPV slot, but can you explain to me how the hell I'm going to earn a slot at a PPV if the powers that be are leaving me out of shows? So far I'm undefeated here at GHW, yet they ignored me on the PPV pre-show and again on last night's show! What more do I have to do around here? The Lieutenant Division is wide open, are they scared I'll mess up one of their pretty-boy so-called stars if I get in the ring with them?!! Now, get the hell out of my way before I do something YOU'LL regret!
Quinn storms off again, leaving a very relieved Michael Cole rubbing at his throat.
Cole: Well folks, that's one hell of an angry superstar! I pity the poor man who gets in his way!
Muttering under his breath to himself, he storms away from what's left of the vending machine and heads towards his locker room.
Michael Cole eventually catches up with him, and with slight trepidation, sticks a microphone in front of MJQ.
Cole: John! What seems to be the problem? You don't look very happy!
Quinn growls something unintelligible and slams his fist into the wall.
MJQ: Happy?! Of course I'm not happy! First off, I agree to partner Wreckingball, only for him to have his wrestling license revoked! But more importantly, have you seen the recent Match Cards around here?!
Cole: What do you mean? You had a match on Friday night didn't you?
Quinn once more slams his fist against the wall, this time causing a lump of plaster to fall to the floor.
Quinn: Friday!! Yes, I had a fight on Friday and ripped Stevie Rock to pieces in that electrified Cage! There's been 3 other cards posted since then - and where does my name appear on any of them? No-bloody-where!!
Cole takes a cautious step backwards.
Cole: You can't expect to be on every single card John - especially as one of them was the PPV! You've only been here 5 minutes, come on ...
Quinn's face gets even more animated and angry and his right hand shoots out and grabs Cole round the neck.
Finally, releasing his hold, Quinn looks straight into Cole's eyes.
MJQ: I wasn't expecting a match at the PPV - I know I've not done enough - yet - to warrant a PPV slot, but can you explain to me how the hell I'm going to earn a slot at a PPV if the powers that be are leaving me out of shows? So far I'm undefeated here at GHW, yet they ignored me on the PPV pre-show and again on last night's show! What more do I have to do around here? The Lieutenant Division is wide open, are they scared I'll mess up one of their pretty-boy so-called stars if I get in the ring with them?!! Now, get the hell out of my way before I do something YOU'LL regret!
Quinn storms off again, leaving a very relieved Michael Cole rubbing at his throat.
Cole: Well folks, that's one hell of an angry superstar! I pity the poor man who gets in his way!