Post by The Chupster on Feb 26, 2006 5:26:29 GMT -5
After Inferno, Justin Case is backstage, being interviewed by Hugh Jass. Hugh looks at Justin with a sense of... awe. By awe, I mean contempt.
Hugh: So, you finally got your first OCW win.
Justin (peering through Hugh's grill with the stare of a thousand pissed-off boll weevils): It was my second match, you fat bastard.
Hugh shakes his head, sending various jowls and chins into a veritable shitstorm of flabbiness around his head.
Hugh: I beg to differ, Mr. FORMER Head Interviewer! Seems there was a tag team match a good while back after that incident with the Chupacabra, and then there was a manager/staff 6-man elimination a few pay-per-views back where you got your ass stomped for you.
Justin (rolling his eyes): Wow, way to dig up facts, chubbo. But here in the now, I'm officially 1 and 1.
Hugh: Yeah, Mikey Malicious did kick your ass pretty good, didn't he?
Justin: And see, that's just it. You were always a bottom-feeding little fuckmaggot, suckling at my magnificence while coveting my Main Interviewerliness, and your shit's so transparent that you can't even piss me off. So get to the interviewing before I superkick your head through the goddamn wall, right?
Hugh's face goes flush. Like a toilet. Discombobulated, he clears his throat and straightens up to his full 5'4" stature, shooting glances at Justin.
Hugh: MR. Case, tonight was your first OFFICIAL pay-per-view as an OCW wrestler. What are your thoughts on your "so-called' performance?
Justin kicks Hugh's face into the back of his skull, planting his cranium upside the wall and leaving a nice hairpiece-shaped crater. Hugh slumps like Michael Jackson in court. Justin dips down and nicks the mic, stands up and shrugs.
Justin: Told ya. (looking at the camera) Renegade, I just wanted to say that we had a helluva match, and I'd be willing to work with you again, anytime. If you're up for it, I'd like to challenge you to a ladder match at Adrenalin! If you have something else on your plate, I understand, but tonight you gained my respect. It took 2 Case Closers to put you down- you've got some stamina. Personally, I think we tore the house down and all, but I think we could give the fans something REALLY great. Think about it and get back to me!
Justin looks down at Hugh.
Justin: Thanks a lot, shitstain.
Justin grins, looking around sheepishly. He turns Hugh over, grabs his waistband, and...
Justin (yelling):
He pulls until the waistband on the tidy whities tears away from the thin, somewhat skidmarked material, then pulls the waistband up and over Hugh's forehead like a headband. Justin stands up and looks at the camera.
Justin (to the cameraman): Dude, I SO want a copy of this tape. Here's five bucks.
Justin pays the cameraman, looks down at his conquest, and the camera fades to black.
Hugh: So, you finally got your first OCW win.
Justin (peering through Hugh's grill with the stare of a thousand pissed-off boll weevils): It was my second match, you fat bastard.
Hugh shakes his head, sending various jowls and chins into a veritable shitstorm of flabbiness around his head.
Hugh: I beg to differ, Mr. FORMER Head Interviewer! Seems there was a tag team match a good while back after that incident with the Chupacabra, and then there was a manager/staff 6-man elimination a few pay-per-views back where you got your ass stomped for you.
Justin (rolling his eyes): Wow, way to dig up facts, chubbo. But here in the now, I'm officially 1 and 1.
Hugh: Yeah, Mikey Malicious did kick your ass pretty good, didn't he?
Justin: And see, that's just it. You were always a bottom-feeding little fuckmaggot, suckling at my magnificence while coveting my Main Interviewerliness, and your shit's so transparent that you can't even piss me off. So get to the interviewing before I superkick your head through the goddamn wall, right?
Hugh's face goes flush. Like a toilet. Discombobulated, he clears his throat and straightens up to his full 5'4" stature, shooting glances at Justin.
Hugh: MR. Case, tonight was your first OFFICIAL pay-per-view as an OCW wrestler. What are your thoughts on your "so-called' performance?
Justin kicks Hugh's face into the back of his skull, planting his cranium upside the wall and leaving a nice hairpiece-shaped crater. Hugh slumps like Michael Jackson in court. Justin dips down and nicks the mic, stands up and shrugs.
Justin: Told ya. (looking at the camera) Renegade, I just wanted to say that we had a helluva match, and I'd be willing to work with you again, anytime. If you're up for it, I'd like to challenge you to a ladder match at Adrenalin! If you have something else on your plate, I understand, but tonight you gained my respect. It took 2 Case Closers to put you down- you've got some stamina. Personally, I think we tore the house down and all, but I think we could give the fans something REALLY great. Think about it and get back to me!
Justin looks down at Hugh.
Justin: Thanks a lot, shitstain.
Justin grins, looking around sheepishly. He turns Hugh over, grabs his waistband, and...
Justin (yelling):
He pulls until the waistband on the tidy whities tears away from the thin, somewhat skidmarked material, then pulls the waistband up and over Hugh's forehead like a headband. Justin stands up and looks at the camera.
Justin (to the cameraman): Dude, I SO want a copy of this tape. Here's five bucks.
Justin pays the cameraman, looks down at his conquest, and the camera fades to black.
