Post by TomKat on Jul 13, 2010 16:32:45 GMT -5
Once again Sarah Michaels is seen prowling the backstage area for an exclusive interview...
...and yet again, she stumbles across the self-proclaimed Rock n' Roll Warrior, the man known as TomKat. He seems to be paying her no mind as he speaks with an XWA official, his back to her as she approaches from stage left of the camera. The curvaceous interviewer pauses a moment to collect herself, smooths out her slightly-too-tight-but-meant-to-be-that-way dress and then steps up and taps TomKat on the shoulder. He turns, his smug smile and sunglasses in place. There's a small pop from the males in the crowd, but the ladies cheer wildly.
TomKat: Mmmm?
Sarah: Tom...TomKat? I know, well, I know our last interview didn't go over so well...
Tom gives a small smirk.
Sarah: So, I'd like another chance. I'm sure all your fans out there want to know your reaction to tonight's forced pairing of You and Calvin Lee (half pop, half boos) versus the devastating team of the Hounds of Hell.
'Kat simply raises his head slightly and shrugs
Sarah: No, seriously, Tom...don't you have anything to say? Nothing? Honestly you can't expect us to believe that being ordered to team up with a man you've never met before against a tag team born and bred to destroy by the one and only MadDog...that you don't care about it one way or another?? Really? Nothing to say?
Tom purses his lips and shrugs again, relenting. He then holds out his hand for the microphone which Sarah hands him, obviously relieved that yet another interview with the enigmatic wrestler has not gone completely wasted. TomKat pauses for a long moment, feeding the crowd's impatience and amusement and then raises the microphone to his lips.
TomKat: Blah, blah. Blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah...blah, blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Calvin Lee, blah blah. Blah blah, blah blah blah, and blah. Hounds of Hell! Blah Blah blah blah blah! Blah blah! Blah blah...blah, blah blah blah. Blah Blah blah blah blah!
After the first few sentences, the first few words even, the crowd is chuckling and then finally laughing...none of which makes Sarah the least bit happy. She's even less amused when TomKat hands the microphone back to her.
Sarah: Seriously? Seriously that's it? Don't you take any of this seriously? You don't have even ONE serious thing to say to me?
TomKat leans in slowly so that his face is just inches from hers, his mouth close to her hand and the microphone and speaks in a deep, confident voice.
TomKat: Eleven-thirty. Meet me by my car in the parking lot. We'll go get a bite to eat.
The crowd woots and hollars as 'Kat smiles and steps past Sarah who blinks and turns to watch him go, obviously flustered and blushing.
<Cut to Commercial...CLOSED>
...and yet again, she stumbles across the self-proclaimed Rock n' Roll Warrior, the man known as TomKat. He seems to be paying her no mind as he speaks with an XWA official, his back to her as she approaches from stage left of the camera. The curvaceous interviewer pauses a moment to collect herself, smooths out her slightly-too-tight-but-meant-to-be-that-way dress and then steps up and taps TomKat on the shoulder. He turns, his smug smile and sunglasses in place. There's a small pop from the males in the crowd, but the ladies cheer wildly.
TomKat: Mmmm?
Sarah: Tom...TomKat? I know, well, I know our last interview didn't go over so well...
Tom gives a small smirk.
Sarah: So, I'd like another chance. I'm sure all your fans out there want to know your reaction to tonight's forced pairing of You and Calvin Lee (half pop, half boos) versus the devastating team of the Hounds of Hell.
'Kat simply raises his head slightly and shrugs
Sarah: No, seriously, Tom...don't you have anything to say? Nothing? Honestly you can't expect us to believe that being ordered to team up with a man you've never met before against a tag team born and bred to destroy by the one and only MadDog...that you don't care about it one way or another?? Really? Nothing to say?
Tom purses his lips and shrugs again, relenting. He then holds out his hand for the microphone which Sarah hands him, obviously relieved that yet another interview with the enigmatic wrestler has not gone completely wasted. TomKat pauses for a long moment, feeding the crowd's impatience and amusement and then raises the microphone to his lips.
TomKat: Blah, blah. Blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah...blah, blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Calvin Lee, blah blah. Blah blah, blah blah blah, and blah. Hounds of Hell! Blah Blah blah blah blah! Blah blah! Blah blah...blah, blah blah blah. Blah Blah blah blah blah!
After the first few sentences, the first few words even, the crowd is chuckling and then finally laughing...none of which makes Sarah the least bit happy. She's even less amused when TomKat hands the microphone back to her.
Sarah: Seriously? Seriously that's it? Don't you take any of this seriously? You don't have even ONE serious thing to say to me?
TomKat leans in slowly so that his face is just inches from hers, his mouth close to her hand and the microphone and speaks in a deep, confident voice.
TomKat: Eleven-thirty. Meet me by my car in the parking lot. We'll go get a bite to eat.
The crowd woots and hollars as 'Kat smiles and steps past Sarah who blinks and turns to watch him go, obviously flustered and blushing.
<Cut to Commercial...CLOSED>
