Post by Bison on Jun 27, 2011 12:13:54 GMT
With a chuckle as he returns from the outside, a smirk on his face, Bison begins to pull his hoody back on, being stopped on his travels by an interviewer, camera in hand and excitement in his voice, doing his best to stop the big man with a hand on the chest. Bison glares at him, and sets the man on his heels, taking a step back and brushing off the chest of the Scotsman's jumper. He tries to pull a smile, however some worry begins to set in, realizing the size difference between the two.
Interviewer: "Bison! You came out tonight to get involved in a match you had nothing to do with! You didn't attack anyone, but your certainly caught some attention! What was your plan?"
Pulling his hood back up, Bison just grins, staring at the interviewer as he tilts his head. The man worries a little as he watches, however rather than show physical aggression, Bison grabs the hand wielding the microphone, forcing it to rise to his lips.
Bison: "Ya wanna know why ah was out there, runnin' around for everyone to see? Why ah didn' get involved? Simple. See, those two lads ou' there, as far as this business is concerned, are stars. Now, you know, and ah know, that in any situation where it's me versus one of them? Ah'll win. Why? 'Cause ahm bigger, ahm stronger, and while they wanna be fancy, and showy, shiny products, ah just wanna bounce them off of the mat. The reason ah didn' attack either of them is simple. See, ahm not here to make friends, and ahm not here to take sides. I jus' wanted one simple thing, for now. For those two to look at me an' think 'if he wanted to, he coulda came in this ring and took us out'."
The man tugs lightly with his hand, however Bison keeps it held onto, gripped tightly with a rather unpredictable look in his eyes - the suggestion that he may have just thrown a shot then and there. However, after a minute of the interview sweating for his safety, he has his hand returned, Bison letting it go.
Interviewer: "Well I..um..that's..fair enough but..wh-what is it you're..after exactly?..In the long run, I mean, as you are a part of this business."
Bison: "Wha' do ah wan' in this business? In this industry? This company? Well, ah figured tha'd be fairly self explanitory, bu' I'll settle with explainin' it here an' now.."
Crouching down a little, Bison leans in until his forehead is against the interviewers, eyes forced to meet. He stares on with next to no fear in his eyes, no sense of worry whether he hurts the man asking the questions or not. The interviewer tries to glance with only his eyes at the security, who stand on, watching with hesitance - not wanting to ruin a shot, but not willing to let staff meet any form of harm or intimidation.
Bison: "Everythin'. Every title, every bi' of gold, every wee gem, every last accolade there is to be had. Ah'll beat anyone in this business, factions, groups, units,lone wolves, friends, foes, businessmen, wrestlers, CEOs, interviewers, securities, rookies, veterans, champions, jobbers, commentators, men, women - if they want a fight, if they wan' a match, ah'll give it to them. Ah'll bring it hard, ah'll bring it fast, and ah'll bring it till ah break them. Quote me on that."
With a grin, he slowly stands upright, staring over the man before turning to leave, walking off camera - deliberately between the security guards, just to prove his point.
Interviewer: "Bison! You came out tonight to get involved in a match you had nothing to do with! You didn't attack anyone, but your certainly caught some attention! What was your plan?"
Pulling his hood back up, Bison just grins, staring at the interviewer as he tilts his head. The man worries a little as he watches, however rather than show physical aggression, Bison grabs the hand wielding the microphone, forcing it to rise to his lips.
Bison: "Ya wanna know why ah was out there, runnin' around for everyone to see? Why ah didn' get involved? Simple. See, those two lads ou' there, as far as this business is concerned, are stars. Now, you know, and ah know, that in any situation where it's me versus one of them? Ah'll win. Why? 'Cause ahm bigger, ahm stronger, and while they wanna be fancy, and showy, shiny products, ah just wanna bounce them off of the mat. The reason ah didn' attack either of them is simple. See, ahm not here to make friends, and ahm not here to take sides. I jus' wanted one simple thing, for now. For those two to look at me an' think 'if he wanted to, he coulda came in this ring and took us out'."
The man tugs lightly with his hand, however Bison keeps it held onto, gripped tightly with a rather unpredictable look in his eyes - the suggestion that he may have just thrown a shot then and there. However, after a minute of the interview sweating for his safety, he has his hand returned, Bison letting it go.
Interviewer: "Well I..um..that's..fair enough but..wh-what is it you're..after exactly?..In the long run, I mean, as you are a part of this business."
Bison: "Wha' do ah wan' in this business? In this industry? This company? Well, ah figured tha'd be fairly self explanitory, bu' I'll settle with explainin' it here an' now.."
Crouching down a little, Bison leans in until his forehead is against the interviewers, eyes forced to meet. He stares on with next to no fear in his eyes, no sense of worry whether he hurts the man asking the questions or not. The interviewer tries to glance with only his eyes at the security, who stand on, watching with hesitance - not wanting to ruin a shot, but not willing to let staff meet any form of harm or intimidation.
Bison: "Everythin'. Every title, every bi' of gold, every wee gem, every last accolade there is to be had. Ah'll beat anyone in this business, factions, groups, units,lone wolves, friends, foes, businessmen, wrestlers, CEOs, interviewers, securities, rookies, veterans, champions, jobbers, commentators, men, women - if they want a fight, if they wan' a match, ah'll give it to them. Ah'll bring it hard, ah'll bring it fast, and ah'll bring it till ah break them. Quote me on that."
With a grin, he slowly stands upright, staring over the man before turning to leave, walking off camera - deliberately between the security guards, just to prove his point.