The late afternoon sun, carrying the burden of illuminating this cruel, hateful world hangs in the sky, high despite the best attempts to drag it down. It is here, in this light, that XWF interviewer Steve Sayors is to meet Militem Dominum, a new face to the company, who quickly made his impact and alienating the rest of those with whom he shares employment. This fact did not concern Militem, as that reaction was rather commonplace.
Militem?
Sayors' body began to shake, laying eyes on the man seated crosslegged on the ground. The man looked back up at him, and motioned for the interviewer to join him. Slowly, resistantly, he conforms. Now seated on the dirt ground, Sayors opens his mouth to mutter his first question, when Militem cuts him off.
Militem Dominum. Never abbreviate it.
Very well then. Now, Militem Dominum, you've made quite the impact in your debut last week; taking out the returning veteran Scott Charlotte and the former megastar from the WWE, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson! What are your plans going forward, if any?
Looking up from the ground with a handful of dirt, he laughs at Sayors' question, allowing some of the pieces to slip between his fingers and hit the ground, dust flowing up from the sites of impact.
Do you think I'm an idiot, Sayors?
Sayors' eyes open wide, almost to the point of bulging out of his skull. Pushing himself a bit further away from the unpredictable host, he manages to choke out the next question in this awkward rally.
Wha, what do you mean?
What I mean is that you think I would so willingly and openly admit to the world my intentions in an interview. Do you even understand the concept of planning, plotting? To so frivolously waste the thought gone into enacting the perfect plan by shouting it to all that will listen is a foolish, asinine action. I'm sure you've seen many a man do just that, haven't you?
Sayors nods, and Militem continues.
Just as I suspected. Now; I'm sure you didn't mean for this to be a monologue, so by all means, go on. Ask another question.
Uh, um...
Sayors fiddles around with the notecards in his hands, desperately wishing them to become unstuck so he can move to the next query. Finally, they relent, and the next card is placed at the top of his deck.
So, about your match this week on Madness...?
What of it?
You must have something to say about it...
As a matter of fact, I do. I'm teamed with one of the key examples of the faults with this planet in Theo Pryce, but I can look past this and work with him. For getting into the position he did, it's a fair assessment to state that he will end up one of the ones who will be forced to beg before the Lord when his time comes. However, he's also incredibly intelligent and resourceful, seeing his position. He definitely will be an asset to our partnership, regardless of my personal feelings of him.
And your opponents?
Straight Edge Xtreme? SEX? A juvenile name for a team full of mentally deficient halfwits that unfortunately promote a viewpoint that I can respect.
Unfortunately?
Yes, unfortunately. They are to me what PETA is to animal rights activists. A group of morons who make the entire idea look idiotic and suck the credibility from the viewpoint. Do you want to say you agree with Hunter Payne and Ann Thraxx?
I uh, I don't see why not...
Of course you don't.
Now, onto the individuals from this "team" that Pryce and I are to destroy face off against.
Hunter Payne? Is it a requirement for everyone in this company to have their names be a pun or play on words? We have Pryce, Payne, and Ann Thraxx in here. Just an observation here, seeing as though the actual level of "competition" is lacking. However, continuing on this train of thought would be missing the point of this interview. I'm sure you didn't hunt me down to hear me talk about puns.
Seeing as though this whole "movement" was his idea; I don't think I need to rip into Hunter any further. The rejection of someone who very well could've agreed with his views is enough. Alienation at the rate of what I've accomplished when he was in fact searching out members. Think about it, Hunter. Think about all the people you've forced to alcohol, drugs, and other vices through simply promoting yourself as the alternative.
You are not a part of the solution, which makes you the problem.
Problems get solved.
Ann Thraxx?
Aggressive, hyper violent with a severe need to prove to everyone that she's not a pawn. Screaming out that she's no one minion, that she does what she wants, even when getting into bed with Hunter Payne and Joseph Kain. A brash, abrasive young soul who claims to be evil.
Hun, I've seen evil. I've sat in the same room with evil, stared it right in the face, and didn't flinch. You? You aren't evil. You aren't the Devil, it's all in your mind and inflated ego. However, humor me. What makes you "evil" or the "Devil"? Huh?
Oh, don't answer that question.
No evil being, no "Devil" admits to it.
Unless they aren't.
There, the entire basis of your life and personality has been shattered. Now, I will offer you two the same offer I made to the entire XWF now, before we meet in the ring.