[Slingshot Leg Drop]
[Revesre STO, Diving Knee Drop, Torondo Rope Cutter, Diving Cross Body, Russian Leg Sweep]
Short Description Of Wrestler:
[Fandango, is a Cocky, over confident, obnoxious but is talented Wrestler who has the dance moves to back it.)]
[ The ICW camera clicks on. We are positioned in a corridor backstage at the site of the arena. An undeniable, unmistakable electricity is in the air as we now sit only a few hours away from another edition of WarZone. The camera pans along the corridor until we come to Christy Hemme, looking annoyed and adjusting her dress with a microphone in hand, standing next to ICW interview extraordinaire, Todd Grisham. ]]
Ughh.. Do I really have to do this, Todd? I'm not even an interviewer!
Look, he flat out refused to talk to the cameras unless the interviewer was a female... I tried!
[[ A look of disgust comes over Christy's face, visibly uncomfortable. ]]
Whatever. Let's just get this over as quickly as possible, alright? I have way, WAY better things to do....
[[ Christy sighs, frustrated as they both turn and start walking down the corridor, the camera following behind them. They round a corner as Fandango is seen, standing infront of a mirror with one arm behind his head, flexing his abs. Christy shakes her head and glances over her shoulder at Grisham. ]]
My skin is already crawling...
[[ Christy rolls her eyes as they continue toward Fandango. Christy raises the microphone to her mouth, approaching him. ]]
Ummm... Excuse me, Fand--
[[ Fandango spins around, quickly putting his index finger up to his lips and kissing it before swirling his arm around and putting the finger up to Christy's lips. ]]
Shhhhhhhhhhhh... Shhh.... Shh... Shut your mouth.... Shut up...
[[ Christy's eyes widen, both surprised and disgusted by Fandango touching her lips. Fandango then grabs her hand, raising it up to his lips to kiss it but instead kisses his own hand. He lets her hand drop as he just stares with a smirk. Christy pauses, blinking her eyes, completely thrown off as she slowly raises the mic back to her own mouth. ]]
Um... Did you just... kiss your own han--
[[ Fandango interrupts in his low, gravelly, almost Batman-like voice. ]]
[[ Fandango pretentiously flips the few strands of hair out of his face, staring off into the distance smirking as Christy is clearly creeped out and in disbelief at the same time. ]]
O... Kay... well I appreciate that. Anyway, um...
No no no no no.. No... No no... No..
[[ He shakes his head back and forth, taking a few steps back, widening his stance and extending his arm. ]]
It's... FAAAAHHHNNN... DAAAHHHHNNNN... GOOOOOOOO...
Okay. I'm sorry. Anyway tonight you--
Say my name.
Um... Faaann.. Daaan... Go?
[[ He shakes his head again. ]]
No... No.... Not even close. You gotta... Listen to me, Kirsten...
Shut up for a second. And listen. Shh. You gotta... FEEEEEEEEEEEL it, mmk? You gotta FEEL it... right around in here....
[[ Fandango rubs his pelvis area as Christy looks absolutely repulsed. ]]
My name has to be... ORGASMIC as it falls from your lips, Kirsty.. You need to... BREEEAAATTHEEEE in the A's... Like this, pay attention: FAAAAHHHNNN... DAAAHHHHNNNN... GOOOOOOOO...... Okay, go ahead. Try it again. Don't get hung up on the end this time...
[[ Fandango takes a few steps back, rubbing his chin and listening intensely as Christy rolls her eyes, having already had enough as she reluctantly gives it another shot. ]]
FAAAAAAHN.. DAAANNN.. GO?
How dare you...
I'm sorry, I--
I am the very embodiment, the definition of a "rising star" and THIS... This is how you treat me. By not even pronouncing MY name correctly? Here, TONIGHT... of all nights. The most highly-anticipated, long-awaited evening in the HISTORY of this industry... The world PREMIERE of the most flamboyant Superstar to ever grace this business....in the most STAR studded WRESTLING organization, International Championship Wrestling.
I'm sorry! I tried--
Well maybe you didn't try hard enough.... But it's okay. Because I know you enjoy me. I know you, just like eeevveerrrrybody else around here... has Fandango fever. I know your cooze is flooded just standing next to me... The most handsome, chiseled and graceful creature you've ever laid those eyes on. And I don't blame you. I make out with mirrors sometimes. That's how bad it is. Just kidding.. I only make out with chicks. On the reg. One's that look a lot better than you.
[[ Again, Christy is taken back and almost rendered speechless. ]]
Okay... Well, I just wanted to possibly get a few words on singing with the ICW?
[[ Fandango interrupts. ]]
Lemme guess... You wanted to get a few words with me before I make my world premiere, here in the ICW and in the MAIN EVENNNTTTT... YES. Right where I belong... Muscles all oiled up so they glisten in the frenzy of flashbulbs. Strutting my stuff, basking in the glow of that thing that was invented for ME... the spotlight. In front of a sold-out .crowd... in the MAIN EVENT of WARZONE!
[[ Fandango again flips his hair out of his face, grinning ear-to-ear and chewing his gum, looking off into the distance as he moves his pecs up and down nonchalantly. ]]
Well... Actually... you're not actually competing..
[[ Fandango stops, shooting his glare over at Christy with an insulted expression. ]]
What did you just say to me?
[[ Christy hesitantly raises the mic to her mouth. ]]
Um... I said, you're not actually competing...
I HEARD what you said...
[[ Fandango pauses, looking at the floor in frustration. ]]
This... Do you know what this is? Hmm? THIS... is an OUTRAGE! MY world PREMIERE... The debut of the greatest Superstar of ALL time. This is DISGUSTING.... I am SICKENED to my CORE, Kristen...
Now, Fandango..the ICW has a whole host of talented wrestlers, including probably the most athletic superstar in the whole ICW, the former No Limits Champion, Mr World Elite himself, Antonio Cesaro.
[[ Christy's eyes widen. Fandango then turns his attention to her. ]]
[[ Christy shakes her head in disgust, she knows Fandango knows fine well who Antonio Cesaro is.]]
[[ Fandango looks up looking slightly confused, he strokes his chin repeatably, he then looks back into the direction of Christy as he goes to speak once again.]
Ah, yes... Antonio Cesaro, Mr. receding hairline himself, I'm sorry, he's so irrelevant it took me a few moments. Ya know something, Kirsty Henning... From where I'm sitting, and from what little I've seen... Antonio Cesaro is nothing to ME, what makes him so special? Sure he's athletic but everyone in this industry is athletic this is SPORTS entertainment, key word being SPORT a real SPORT and Tonight... The entire WORLD witnesses... the BEGINNING..... of FAAAAHHHNNN... DAAAHHHHNNNN... GOOOOOOOO!
[[ Fandango then turns his attention to Christy, he looks her up and down, leaning back to look at her backside. ]]
And before I go... A little piece of advice for you, Chrissy: FAT... looks better TAN.
[[ Christy looks completely insulted, looking down at herself embarrassed. ]]
Now if you'll excuse me...
[[ He flips his hair out of his face one last time. ]]
...I have reservations.
[[ He walks off, leaving Christy humiliated, confused, repulsed and yet relieved that it's all over. The ICW camera clicks off. ]]
Edited by karloss, 23 October 2013 - 08:39 PM.