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Crimson Deadly · (02-20-2013)

The scene opens briefly on Wednesday day time to witness a plane soaring down to earth and finally landing on the runway, the screen cuts dark again before returning as the camera is focusing on the entrance to the terminal, where Crimson Deadly can be seen walking out of. He anticipated the camera crew so he dressed up in his usual thin leather hoody and put some black framed sunglasses with red mirror lens to complete his look. He approaches the camera guy and greets him

Crimson Deadly: "Hey man, you should be glad I’m in a good mood after my holiday back to England. Maybe next time you’ll see me in the Cayman Islands."

Crimson Deadly says before chuckling to himself, he doesn’t seem to be taking things too seriously and his focus seems to be varied a bit, but the camera guy doesn’t asks questions simply because he doesn’t want to see him go back to a bad mood. Crimson Deadly lifts his bags into the back of a truck with ease and gets in, the camera man gets in on the opposite side. Crimson speaks as he’s putting the key in.

Crimson Deadly: “I can't believe Crimson Cobra didn't manage to win his match on Madness but I think Crimson Crest will rebound on a loss considering my next match is to decide the fourth man to enter the four way massacre, a match to decide the #1 Contender for the United States Title… Do you know what that means!?

“It means, my minion, that both me and Crimson Cobra have been seen for the talent we possess, showing that we’ll rise to the occasion. Crimson Crest will one day be owners of the United States and Intercontinental Championships… We’ll be more unstoppable as a tag team than whoever the actual tag team champion… Or champions are! Wouldn’t that be something, we promised to rise to the top and win tag team gold… But to win the highest singles gold in the federation is an even bigger feat…

“There’s just one problem… If me and Crimson Cobra rise to the occasion and I win the fatal four way massacre and he eventually gets the chance to contend for the Intercontinental Title, while I defeat Mark Flynn… You better believe we aren’t stopping there, no way… See, we still promised to gain tag team gold, and that’s exactly what I plan to do. This is a warning to all members of XWF… Crimson Crest? We’re running a complete takeover of this establishment, we won’t rest until the tag team, intercontinental and United States championships’ are in our grasp… Then people will be forced to learn and remember our names!”

Crimson Deadly has now reached his destination and exits his truck, grabbing his stuff from the back and enters the hotel, once inside you can see many journalists trying to get to where the wrestlers are for interviews and get their words on things regarding the show this week. Crimson Deadly shakes his head and enters the area completely unnoticed, but when he joins Crimson Cobra at his table, the journalists start directing questions towards the Crimson Duo as both members of Crimson Crest look over towards them, and then turn back to each other completely ignoring them.

Crimson Deadly: “They been like this all day?”

Crimson Cobra: “Yeah, it’s really beginning to annoy me now… If this is what I’ll have to expect when we accomplish everything in this business… Then I think I’ll probably just spend my time at home or in my hotel room… ‘Cause man these journalists are like vultures. I stopped at a traffic light on my way here and one of them had the audacity to run onto the road and try and ask me questions…”

Crimson Deadly is taken aback by Cobra’s last sentence… He can’t believe how much these journalists want a word from XWF personnel…

Crimson Deadly: “Well… There is only one way these guys will leave; you know that right?”

Crimson Cobra looks up at Crimson Deadly from his newspaper and then towards the journalists…

Crimson Cobra: “What are you thinking of? ‘Cause I’m thinking of two things… Either we go over there and beat the crap out of them all, or we give them what they want and give ‘em an interview…”

Crimson Deadly: “Well in all honesty I wouldn’t want to assault them… Don’t exactly wanna spend my Wednesday night behind bars, especially when I got an incredibly important match tonight.”

Crimson Cobra: “Yeah I see you’re point, so you’re thinking we give them an interview? Have you gone insane bro? These people are like the zombies from dawn of the dead… You go near them and they’ll just snatch you!”

Crimson Deadly looks over towards Cobra and an evil grin creeps across his face.

Crimson Deadly: “And if that happens, we’re within rights of beating the crap out of them.”

Crimson Cobra wastes no time in getting up and walking towards the crowd… Other members of XWF are looking at him as he walks towards the journalists as though he’s gone completely mad. Crimson Cobra stands directly in front of them and raises his hands.

Crimson Cobra: “Okay, settle down. Me and Crimson Deadly are going to give you a SHORT interview.”

This just worsens the situation as the crowd of people all begin shouting random questions at once, causing the lobby to fill with a bunch of noise.

Crimson Deadly approaches the crowd who show no signs of calming down, but Crimson Deadly’s already had enough.

Crimson Deadly: “SHUT UP! Either act like civilised human beings or just leave, ‘cause any reporter that can’t wait his turn doesn’t deserve to be a reporter… Now, it’s first come first serve… All of you just stay quiet and I’ll choose three of you who seem interesting enough. Then, the three of you will ask a single question. And when you’ve all asked a question and we’ve answered, I suggest you leave... Because I’m personally getting annoyed to the point where I actually wanna beat the crap out of you all and spend the night in jail… At least I won’t have to listen to your racket!”

The journalists calm down and stand there staring at Crimson Deadly, who can’t seem to take all the staring eyes seriously and bursts into laughter, but regains his composure and looks out into the crowd. He points towards one of the journalists in the back, who pushes through the crowd without hesitation.

Journalist #1: "Crimson Crest, I was wondering what your opinions are based on your upcoming matches on Warfare?"

Crimson Deadly turns and looks towards Crimson Cobra, and signals for him to answer first.

Crimson Cobra: “Well, my match on Warfare is against the United States Champion Mark Flynn. My matches on Wednesday didn’t exactly go as planned, so the only thing I can think about is victory. Mark Flynn is against an opponent who, sure, he lost momentum, he’s not the same undefeated Crimson Cobra, but what he is, is a man that’s looking to show everybody that, that triple threat match on Monday was a fluke and nothing more… And how am I going to do it? By pinning the United States Champion.”

The journalist turns to Crimson Deadly after he’s finished his speech, Crimson Deadly contemplates his words for a second and then begins speaking.

Crimson Deadly: “You wanna know about my match tonight? Heh… Well, I’m against a gay guy named Scotty Mac and a guy I’ve never seen around named Prophecy… I get the feeling he’s had a match or two, and is probably undefeated just like the rest of us in the match… To be quite honest with you it would make sense considering Wallace Witasick said it was only winners in this thing…

“I’m incredibly focused, sure, not as focused as I have been in the past but nonetheless, focused enough to go down to that ring and win my match. It’s a huge opportunity for me and you better believe I’m gunna stop at nothing to win. You see, if I win this match then I find myself in the Four Way Massacre next week, to determine a #1 Contender for the United States Championship… I’m undefeated, and my body hasn’t felt all the scars and bruises that the veterans around here have felt. I’m fresh blood looking to make an impact, I showed the same attitude last week and look… I won two matches in one night. I want it more than my opponents do; a lot more. Whether you’re a rookie, or you’re a veteran… I can promise the same outcome.

“Victory in the palm of my hands.”

The journalist steps back as Crimson Cobra looks around and chooses the closest journalist. He puts the microphone to his face and;

Journalist #2: “Strong words guys, strong words. My question is, Crimson Deadly, what will you bring to XWF if you do indeed keep your word and win the United States Championship?”

Crimson Deadly’s expression changes to that of surprise, he wasn’t expected a question solely directed towards him.

Crimson Deadly: “What will I bring? Dominance. There’s no other way to put it. The United States Championship will turn all eyes towards me. The attention that I crave to be the best will have begun it’s process and I will take the next step towards greatness. The United States Title will never see a more determined and dominant owner. Believe me, now that I have this opportunity, like I said, I won’t ever take it for granted. Much like my partner here, the only thing I can think of is victory, and I don’t care whether you’re Scotty Mac, Prophecy, Sebastian Duke, whoever the other two guys will be and definitely not Mark Flynn… Watch out, ‘cause if you don’t look, I’ll be the champion before you know it. And after that, you’d have to kill me in order to take it off me.

“See, I’m not too worried about my match tonight, I’ll take my opponents out some way or another, and then I have to face three veterans to really make my mark. The one thing I can expect from those three is that they will underestimate me. And I’ve said it time and time again – don’t, for the love of God himself, underestimate me… I’ll use that to my advantage, rip your flesh before you know what to expect, knock you out and then I’ll use your limp body as a giant bat.”

The journalist is happy with this and retreats back into the crowd, Crimson Cobra stands next to Crimson Deadly a little shocked that he wasn’t asked a question. But nevertheless, Crimson Deadly points towards the third and final journalist as the rest moan in unison and turn around and begin leaving the area… The only one left is the man selected. He approaches the barricade calmly now that he has more room to think, and places the microphone under his face.

Journalist #3: “Alright guys, I’m gonna keep this short and sweet… You’re both taking singles competition pretty seriously and Cobra, sorry for the loss you suffered on Monday… But let’s take our focus to Crimson Crest and the tag team championships. What’s your plan on that?”

Crimson Cobra speaks before Crimson Deadly can think about his response.

Crimson Cobra: “What’s our plan? After I beat Mark Flynn and Crimson Deadly does the same and wins the United States Championship, management will have no reason to ignore us, we’ll have gained the attention of everybody backstage, management and hell, even Shane Frickin’

will be forced to realize the proportion of talent that Crimson Crest possess. They’ll be forced to realize that their skill in comparison to ours is nothing but a fraction, a simple fraction. Do you think they can ignore us forever? That’s all I gotta say.”

Crimson Deadly looks at Crimson Cobra in shock and then turns towards the journalist.

Crimson Deadly: “In all honesty, you got your answer right there… In due time, it’s not something I believe will take place over night, but soon my minion, the XWF landscape will change and the old veterans that plague this land and make it similar to TNA with their locker room of has-beens will have no choice but to pass the torch to the younger…

“And BETTER, generation of XWF superstars. Don’t like it? Tough S*bleep*! ‘Cause I’m the Minions Master!

“AND BOOOY HAVE I GOT A TREAT FOR YOU!”

Crimson Deadly waves the journalist to leave, who wastes no time in doing so, Crimson Deadly and Crimson Cobra retreat back to their table as the rest of XWF look on, surely not happy about some of the statements made by these two youngsters.

The camera fades out.

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