Post by samoanjoe on Jul 9, 2008 16:33:43 GMT -5
The scene is the annual GHW press conference held at the downtown mall. The topic of the interviews is GHW's big PPV, Red, White and Bruised as well as the ultraviolent H-Games. Up on the podium first stands the Samoan Submission Machine, Samoa Joe wearing his urban, or casual attire- A Black Shirt, Brown Cargo Shorts, Black Sneakers, and Sun Glasses. Joe also wears his trademark white towel around his neck. The towel is different though as it is unusually covered in red blood. Joe adjusts the microphone as the press begin to fire at him with their questions and concerns.
Joe cuts the interviewer off and gives him a slight unhappy look before giving him thought about the statement.
The chatter in the room begins as eager beavers begin to raise their hands and scream me as if they were in a elementary school class room yelling at the teacher hoping for he/she to bestow upon them the honor of solving the question. Joe raises his finger and points at a man standing in the center of the +20 press squad.
The scratches his head and his facial expression begin to show looks of confusion as he is puzzled by the question. The Samoan Submission Machine places his elbow on the top of the podium, and with his free hand grabs the mic and pulls it down a bit before answering the question.
The chatter begins again as the eager press scream at Joe. A woman with a clipboard passes through the reporters in the middle and Joe calls upon her.
Joe begins to chuckle taking his elbow off the podium and placing his hand on his belly letting out loud obnoxious laughs. The Samoan Submission Machine then grabs his chin and begins to rub it before answering the new question.
Joe' face begins very, very serious as he squints his eyes and grabs the podium at the top by its side with one arm and pulls the mic to his mouth until it is only a few inches from his lips. The breath blowing into the microphone is heard as Joe continues.
Joe takes the bloody towel from around his neck and unfolds it. A huge bloody stain covers the middle as the towel resembles the Japanese Flag.
Joe, The Samoan Submission Machine throws the mic off of the podium and it rolls over to the press area where the female reporter picks up the mic and holds it as Joe throws the bloody towel back around his neck and confidently walks through the exit to his car and heads to the arena.
First Reporter:
Mr. Joe, I know everyone had been awaiting your in ring debut and when we witnessed you make your debut last Tuesday Night Triumph in the H-Games Main Event of the night, we've got to say it was rather impressive. But I must say, I didn't see all the domination your promised because you were spilled op...
Mr. Joe, I know everyone had been awaiting your in ring debut and when we witnessed you make your debut last Tuesday Night Triumph in the H-Games Main Event of the night, we've got to say it was rather impressive. But I must say, I didn't see all the domination your promised because you were spilled op...
Joe cuts the interviewer off and gives him a slight unhappy look before giving him thought about the statement.
Samoa Joe:
No domination? First let me say I seriously don't know what match your were watching! Do you have cataract? Are you delusional? I completely decimated the Wandering Samurai last week. As a matter of fact, I beat Rurouni's face in so bad last week that they now call him the Weirdo Lookin Has-been.
Nonetheless, I wasn't on the receiving end of a Muscle Buster, and I surely wasn't the one taping out to the Coquina Clutch. Maybe next time you'll adjust your damn glasses and pay attention. Next question!
No domination? First let me say I seriously don't know what match your were watching! Do you have cataract? Are you delusional? I completely decimated the Wandering Samurai last week. As a matter of fact, I beat Rurouni's face in so bad last week that they now call him the Weirdo Lookin Has-been.
Nonetheless, I wasn't on the receiving end of a Muscle Buster, and I surely wasn't the one taping out to the Coquina Clutch. Maybe next time you'll adjust your damn glasses and pay attention. Next question!
The chatter in the room begins as eager beavers begin to raise their hands and scream me as if they were in a elementary school class room yelling at the teacher hoping for he/she to bestow upon them the honor of solving the question. Joe raises his finger and points at a man standing in the center of the +20 press squad.
2nd Reporter:
Mr. Joe, Tom Banks here, and I do have a question. You appeared nights before your debut match and guaranteed that you would walk away undefeated, was it destiny or the spur of the moment?
Mr. Joe, Tom Banks here, and I do have a question. You appeared nights before your debut match and guaranteed that you would walk away undefeated, was it destiny or the spur of the moment?
The scratches his head and his facial expression begin to show looks of confusion as he is puzzled by the question. The Samoan Submission Machine places his elbow on the top of the podium, and with his free hand grabs the mic and pulls it down a bit before answering the question.
Samoa Joe:
Another stupid question. (In A Mocking Tone)- Mr. Joe was it destiny or was it spur of the moment.
Of course it wasn't Spur of The Moment! And it was more than destiny.
A fortune teller could have told Rurouni that there was no way in hell he was gonna beat me, I told the world that I was leaving undefeated an was I lying... NO!
I kicked Rurouni's ass and left him laying gasping for air like a whale on the beach. Rurouni sat bloody and decapitated and I left with my pride and his blood on my hand and on my towel.
And it's time you idiots learned, and when I promise or guarantee victory, it will take the hand of God to stop it. Rurouni, is no God he is more like a "D-O-G". He's a damn dog and I proved that when I beat him and advanced to the next round.
Moving On, Next Question!
Another stupid question. (In A Mocking Tone)- Mr. Joe was it destiny or was it spur of the moment.
Of course it wasn't Spur of The Moment! And it was more than destiny.
A fortune teller could have told Rurouni that there was no way in hell he was gonna beat me, I told the world that I was leaving undefeated an was I lying... NO!
I kicked Rurouni's ass and left him laying gasping for air like a whale on the beach. Rurouni sat bloody and decapitated and I left with my pride and his blood on my hand and on my towel.
And it's time you idiots learned, and when I promise or guarantee victory, it will take the hand of God to stop it. Rurouni, is no God he is more like a "D-O-G". He's a damn dog and I proved that when I beat him and advanced to the next round.
Moving On, Next Question!
The chatter begins again as the eager press scream at Joe. A woman with a clipboard passes through the reporters in the middle and Joe calls upon her.
3rd Reporter:
The buzz in GHW suggests that your win against Rurouni was a fluke or a meaningless moral victory. If it were true well we heard it from your own mouth, you just said Rurouni was not a formidable opponent, washed up if you may. So since Rurouni was just play food then we will really see you pushed to your limits against one half of the tag team champions, Gnarfflinger The Butcher.
And posted on GHW.Com in the poll hosted it states that you won't be able to pull off a rabbits hat magician win against Gnarfflinger. What do you say to the fluke win accusations and how do you plan to deal with your next opponent, The Butcher, Gnarfflinger?
The buzz in GHW suggests that your win against Rurouni was a fluke or a meaningless moral victory. If it were true well we heard it from your own mouth, you just said Rurouni was not a formidable opponent, washed up if you may. So since Rurouni was just play food then we will really see you pushed to your limits against one half of the tag team champions, Gnarfflinger The Butcher.
And posted on GHW.Com in the poll hosted it states that you won't be able to pull off a rabbits hat magician win against Gnarfflinger. What do you say to the fluke win accusations and how do you plan to deal with your next opponent, The Butcher, Gnarfflinger?
Joe begins to chuckle taking his elbow off the podium and placing his hand on his belly letting out loud obnoxious laughs. The Samoan Submission Machine then grabs his chin and begins to rub it before answering the new question.
Samoa Joe:
I must say, some celebrities find you, the press to be scary and completely annoying. I find the stupidity and lack of knowledge in your questions rather amusing. But lets cut to the chase.
I must say, some celebrities find you, the press to be scary and completely annoying. I find the stupidity and lack of knowledge in your questions rather amusing. But lets cut to the chase.
Joe' face begins very, very serious as he squints his eyes and grabs the podium at the top by its side with one arm and pulls the mic to his mouth until it is only a few inches from his lips. The breath blowing into the microphone is heard as Joe continues.
Samoa Joe:
First of all, I don't give a damn about the accusations. I don't give a damn about the comments of all those have beens and never will bes in those GHW lockerooms. I don't care about the celebrity gossip or the comments from your rumor carrying idiots. Everybody knows that you don't win a damn match let alone a Hardcore Games Board Match on a fluke. And everyone who didn't know knows. You know, I know and now Rurouni knows. And I know he'll be tuning into my match from his hospital bed covered in tape like a mummy.
And in regards to my match against Gnarfflinger I have this to say.
First of all, I don't give a damn about the accusations. I don't give a damn about the comments of all those have beens and never will bes in those GHW lockerooms. I don't care about the celebrity gossip or the comments from your rumor carrying idiots. Everybody knows that you don't win a damn match let alone a Hardcore Games Board Match on a fluke. And everyone who didn't know knows. You know, I know and now Rurouni knows. And I know he'll be tuning into my match from his hospital bed covered in tape like a mummy.
And in regards to my match against Gnarfflinger I have this to say.
Joe takes the bloody towel from around his neck and unfolds it. A huge bloody stain covers the middle as the towel resembles the Japanese Flag.
Samoa Joe:
The Butcher, you will be inside the ring with the best Fighty fighty person on the face of the damn planet, and I have the blood of the fallen to prove it. And later this evening, when I come to that ring, you better hope that there is a God looking down on your, protecting you because its gonna take divine intervention to prevent me from beating your ass too!
This towel holds Rurouni's pride, and his blood and when I leave the ring it will hold yours too.
So prepare your hospital appointment, because you'll be joining Rurouni very, very soon.
And that everyone, is a guarantee.
The Butcher, you will be inside the ring with the best Fighty fighty person on the face of the damn planet, and I have the blood of the fallen to prove it. And later this evening, when I come to that ring, you better hope that there is a God looking down on your, protecting you because its gonna take divine intervention to prevent me from beating your ass too!
This towel holds Rurouni's pride, and his blood and when I leave the ring it will hold yours too.
So prepare your hospital appointment, because you'll be joining Rurouni very, very soon.
And that everyone, is a guarantee.
Joe, The Samoan Submission Machine throws the mic off of the podium and it rolls over to the press area where the female reporter picks up the mic and holds it as Joe throws the bloody towel back around his neck and confidently walks through the exit to his car and heads to the arena.
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