Meltdown 27 - Celeste Crimson vs Mr. Baller
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Mr. Baller is watching tapes of Meltdown 26, where Celeste is facing Blade. Mr. Baller is getting ready for his singles debut against Celeste, when Becky appears for an interview.
Becky: First off, Mr. Baller congratulations on getting your contract here in the WZCW.
Mr. Baller: Thanks Becky, now what were you really here for?
Becky: Well
Mr. Baller interrupts Becky obviously knowing what she was going to ask
Mr. Baller: Just stop, I know why youre here. You are here to ask why I helped Blade in his debut against Celeste. Well you see there are a few reasons in which I would do such a thing. Being the new kid on the block, I wanted to make an impact unlike any of the others who just went straight into a match after winning a contract at Civil Revolution. Those guys just came to get the paycheck, well I came to be different, to be the best, and the only way to do that is make an impact.
Becky: But by making your impact you help out your rival?
Mr. Baller: Well you see Blade cant win through his own power. Starting from the battle royale I dominated Blade during that match, I had him knocked down on the mat, and if it wasnt for being ganged up on by the other opponents, Blade wouldve been gone from that match and along with his contract. Shall we look at the footage, Becky?
The footage plays of the battle royale, as we see Mr. Baller hit Blade with a bulldog, when Marcus Chambers attacks Mr. Baller from behind and soon eliminates him.
Mr. Baller: Marcus Chambers saved Blade, and then I realized. I realized that Blade is nothing but a coward. A coward who cant do anything for himself is all he is. Blade knows it too, so Blade your welcome for that, but the clock is going to strike midnight for you rather soon.
Becky: Shouldnt you focus on your opponent Celeste, before you worry about Blade? Celeste is a veteran who knows how to get it done in the ring, while you are making your debut.
Mr. Baller smirks at this question and a cocky grin comes on his face.
Mr. Baller: Me (Baller laughs) scared of Celeste. Last time I checked I am still the main event, the future, the prodigy, and I am not scared of a person like Celeste. I am man and man beats woman every time. Celeste is a fine competitor but lets face it, she has no chance against a guy like me. Celeste isnt quick enough, strong enough, or talented enough to even last more than 5 minutes with Mr. Baller. See Celeste should be doing what you are doing right now, doing backstage interviews, not wrestling with the men. I am going to make a point to everybody in the locker room that I am here to be the best there is. At Meltdown 27, I will hit the buzzer beater on Celeste and her game will be over. Now Becky get out, I have a match to get ready for.
As Becky leaves, Mr. Baller puts on his music and begins to get pumped.
Becky: First off, Mr. Baller congratulations on getting your contract here in the WZCW.
Mr. Baller: Thanks Becky, now what were you really here for?
Becky: Well
Mr. Baller interrupts Becky obviously knowing what she was going to ask
Mr. Baller: Just stop, I know why youre here. You are here to ask why I helped Blade in his debut against Celeste. Well you see there are a few reasons in which I would do such a thing. Being the new kid on the block, I wanted to make an impact unlike any of the others who just went straight into a match after winning a contract at Civil Revolution. Those guys just came to get the paycheck, well I came to be different, to be the best, and the only way to do that is make an impact.
Becky: But by making your impact you help out your rival?
Mr. Baller: Well you see Blade cant win through his own power. Starting from the battle royale I dominated Blade during that match, I had him knocked down on the mat, and if it wasnt for being ganged up on by the other opponents, Blade wouldve been gone from that match and along with his contract. Shall we look at the footage, Becky?
The footage plays of the battle royale, as we see Mr. Baller hit Blade with a bulldog, when Marcus Chambers attacks Mr. Baller from behind and soon eliminates him.
Mr. Baller: Marcus Chambers saved Blade, and then I realized. I realized that Blade is nothing but a coward. A coward who cant do anything for himself is all he is. Blade knows it too, so Blade your welcome for that, but the clock is going to strike midnight for you rather soon.
Becky: Shouldnt you focus on your opponent Celeste, before you worry about Blade? Celeste is a veteran who knows how to get it done in the ring, while you are making your debut.
Mr. Baller smirks at this question and a cocky grin comes on his face.
Mr. Baller: Me (Baller laughs) scared of Celeste. Last time I checked I am still the main event, the future, the prodigy, and I am not scared of a person like Celeste. I am man and man beats woman every time. Celeste is a fine competitor but lets face it, she has no chance against a guy like me. Celeste isnt quick enough, strong enough, or talented enough to even last more than 5 minutes with Mr. Baller. See Celeste should be doing what you are doing right now, doing backstage interviews, not wrestling with the men. I am going to make a point to everybody in the locker room that I am here to be the best there is. At Meltdown 27, I will hit the buzzer beater on Celeste and her game will be over. Now Becky get out, I have a match to get ready for.
As Becky leaves, Mr. Baller puts on his music and begins to get pumped.
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Reaper of Miracles
“Alright lets hurry, everything has to be perfect” said the anxious looking blond ordering around the camera crew.
The blond was excited but was visibly nervous as she paced back and forth around the hallway of the backstage area leading out to the garage, the main vein of the arena.
Stacy Madison clenched the microphone in her right hand as she pounded her fist with the left as she paced the hallway.
Becky had laughed at the thought of doing this interview and immediately suggested that someone else undertake the assignment. Johnny Klamor hastily declined to do the interview as well… muttering something about his health insurance recently expiring and that the interview was a risk that he wasn’t willing to take had left Stacy Madison with the task.
‘How dare those two call themselves interviewers of this great company, running scared like a bunch of babies from a simple interview… how pathetic’
Needless to say Stacy wasn’t intimidated in the slightest and was looking forward to the interview.
“Alright everyone look sharp”
The blond beauty said stopping to do one final check to make sure her hair looked straight as she ran her hand across the fabric of her baby blue blouse smoothing any wrinkles she could find.
As if on cue, Stacy could hear the sound of a motorcycle pulling into the garage just outside the entrance of the corridor. A few seconds later she could hear the rhythmic clacking of footsteps coming closer to her position.
To the trained ear the footsteps didn’t reflect a person carrying themselves with pride and grandiosity, no… it was the sound of anger and hostility. Stacy failed to sense the irregulation, this being her first time interviewing Celeste. The Perfect Nemesis had become the Violent Reactor.
Celeste wore a pair of hip hugging jeans that fit her figure perfectly showing every curve, a tee shirt that clung to her torso like a second skin exposing the bottom of her toned stomach. Her outfit was topped off by a pair of black biker gloves.
Her arms were folded and her head bowed ever so slightly. Her face was void of its usually cocky demeanor and her face wore a scowl instead of a smirk. Her body language sent the message clear… Celeste did not want to do this interview.
Stacy felt a slight chill on the back of her neck as she watched the tattooed blond make her approach. She shook off her angst remaining steadfast, a crooked half grin forming on the right side of her mouth.
‘She looks like a normal girl to me’ Stacy thought ‘those cowards… she doesn’t intimidate me at all’
Celeste stopped and stared, eyeing the girl up and down, her demeanor unchanging her arms still folded.
‘Oh great… they sent the new girl’ she thought as her left eye twitched ever so slightly.
‘Well it looks like the guest of honor is here, it’s time to begin’ Stacy thought signaling the cameraman to start rolling.
“Hello all you WZCW fans, Stacy Madison here with Celeste Crimson one on one for the first time!” she said with enthusiasm.
“Tough luck last week Celeste, I mean you had Blade defeated… and if it weren’t for Mr. Baller…”
Celeste could already feel her blood boiling… it would be nothing short of a miracle if she didn’t wind up breaking this girl in half by the end of the interview. Suddenly without warning she reached out and snatched the microphone right out of Stacy’s hand.
“Hey…!”
“Be quiet you insolent brat!” Celeste bellowed, her body shaking with rage. Stacy quickly jumped back gasping in horror and surprise.
“Mr. Baller who do you think you are? Do you not realize who I am? I am not some pushover that will be defeated so easily, I am not a stepping stone! I am the most prestigious wrestler on this pathetic roster, you should consider it an honor that I even allow you in my ring!”
“You are an insect compared to me, a rodent! I have seen your matches before, you are an atrociously sloppy worker… how you even got a contract in the first place makes me question Bateman’s sanity!”
Stacy could almost see the vein in Celeste’s forehead throbbing, her face was red and her teeth were bared. She quickly realized why her coworkers quickly turned down this interview.
“Any other circumstance I may have taken some pity on you and used my superior skills to make you look like a passable worker… but now…. Just be glad that I don’t end your career prematurely!” she finished coldly.
Stacy was quickly losing control of the interview, compulsively she reached out and wretched the microphone away from Celeste.
“This is my interview!” she yelled, stomping her foot in protest. “I ask the questions, you answer…”
“Impudent fool! You should take a page out of Becky Serra’s book and learn some respect! This interview is over; you no longer deserve my presence! Now get out of my face!”
Celeste angrily pushes her way past Stacy and stormed down the hallway towards the garage. Stacy frowned in frustration clenching her fist… even now she could hear that bimbo Serra and that prick Johnny Klamor laughing at her in the future. They didn’t even try to warn her… idiots.
Celeste was beyond angry...her anger had ascended to another level as she found herself on a secluded island in the middle of her sanity surrounded by an ocean of red mist struggling to keep her composure intact. She desperately needed to do some meditation and a get a good night’s sleep.
The blond was excited but was visibly nervous as she paced back and forth around the hallway of the backstage area leading out to the garage, the main vein of the arena.
Stacy Madison clenched the microphone in her right hand as she pounded her fist with the left as she paced the hallway.
Becky had laughed at the thought of doing this interview and immediately suggested that someone else undertake the assignment. Johnny Klamor hastily declined to do the interview as well… muttering something about his health insurance recently expiring and that the interview was a risk that he wasn’t willing to take had left Stacy Madison with the task.
‘How dare those two call themselves interviewers of this great company, running scared like a bunch of babies from a simple interview… how pathetic’
Needless to say Stacy wasn’t intimidated in the slightest and was looking forward to the interview.
“Alright everyone look sharp”
The blond beauty said stopping to do one final check to make sure her hair looked straight as she ran her hand across the fabric of her baby blue blouse smoothing any wrinkles she could find.
As if on cue, Stacy could hear the sound of a motorcycle pulling into the garage just outside the entrance of the corridor. A few seconds later she could hear the rhythmic clacking of footsteps coming closer to her position.
To the trained ear the footsteps didn’t reflect a person carrying themselves with pride and grandiosity, no… it was the sound of anger and hostility. Stacy failed to sense the irregulation, this being her first time interviewing Celeste. The Perfect Nemesis had become the Violent Reactor.
Celeste wore a pair of hip hugging jeans that fit her figure perfectly showing every curve, a tee shirt that clung to her torso like a second skin exposing the bottom of her toned stomach. Her outfit was topped off by a pair of black biker gloves.
Her arms were folded and her head bowed ever so slightly. Her face was void of its usually cocky demeanor and her face wore a scowl instead of a smirk. Her body language sent the message clear… Celeste did not want to do this interview.
Stacy felt a slight chill on the back of her neck as she watched the tattooed blond make her approach. She shook off her angst remaining steadfast, a crooked half grin forming on the right side of her mouth.
‘She looks like a normal girl to me’ Stacy thought ‘those cowards… she doesn’t intimidate me at all’
Celeste stopped and stared, eyeing the girl up and down, her demeanor unchanging her arms still folded.
‘Oh great… they sent the new girl’ she thought as her left eye twitched ever so slightly.
‘Well it looks like the guest of honor is here, it’s time to begin’ Stacy thought signaling the cameraman to start rolling.
“Hello all you WZCW fans, Stacy Madison here with Celeste Crimson one on one for the first time!” she said with enthusiasm.
“Tough luck last week Celeste, I mean you had Blade defeated… and if it weren’t for Mr. Baller…”
Celeste could already feel her blood boiling… it would be nothing short of a miracle if she didn’t wind up breaking this girl in half by the end of the interview. Suddenly without warning she reached out and snatched the microphone right out of Stacy’s hand.
“Hey…!”
“Be quiet you insolent brat!” Celeste bellowed, her body shaking with rage. Stacy quickly jumped back gasping in horror and surprise.
“Mr. Baller who do you think you are? Do you not realize who I am? I am not some pushover that will be defeated so easily, I am not a stepping stone! I am the most prestigious wrestler on this pathetic roster, you should consider it an honor that I even allow you in my ring!”
“You are an insect compared to me, a rodent! I have seen your matches before, you are an atrociously sloppy worker… how you even got a contract in the first place makes me question Bateman’s sanity!”
Stacy could almost see the vein in Celeste’s forehead throbbing, her face was red and her teeth were bared. She quickly realized why her coworkers quickly turned down this interview.
“Any other circumstance I may have taken some pity on you and used my superior skills to make you look like a passable worker… but now…. Just be glad that I don’t end your career prematurely!” she finished coldly.
Stacy was quickly losing control of the interview, compulsively she reached out and wretched the microphone away from Celeste.
“This is my interview!” she yelled, stomping her foot in protest. “I ask the questions, you answer…”
“Impudent fool! You should take a page out of Becky Serra’s book and learn some respect! This interview is over; you no longer deserve my presence! Now get out of my face!”
Celeste angrily pushes her way past Stacy and stormed down the hallway towards the garage. Stacy frowned in frustration clenching her fist… even now she could hear that bimbo Serra and that prick Johnny Klamor laughing at her in the future. They didn’t even try to warn her… idiots.
Celeste was beyond angry...her anger had ascended to another level as she found herself on a secluded island in the middle of her sanity surrounded by an ocean of red mist struggling to keep her composure intact. She desperately needed to do some meditation and a get a good night’s sleep.
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