Fuck this company!
Paul London was used to his best friends fiery temper. Brian Kendrick was trashing his hotel room, he had just thrown a lamp into a wall, and Paul didn't bat an eye. He sat on a couch with a notepad in his lap and attempted to come up with ideas for his debut match against The Undertaker. Another piece of furniture, this time one of those cheap hotel portraits, went whizzing past his head. He didn't flinch in the slightest.
| Brian Kendrick | Jobbing me out to fuckin' Lesnar?! Why?! Because he's from the UFC?! I bet I make half as much as that piece of shit! How long can they keep holding me down?!
| Paul London | Just relax and smoke something.
| Brian Kendrick | I don't want to smoke anything! FUCK that Dick Ebersol mother fucker! I should get out of my contract! They aren't ever going to put me on top here!
| Paul London | Heh. Dick.
| Brian Kendrick | Do you think this is funny, Paul?
Paul London was used to his best friends fiery temper. Brian Kendrick was trashing his hotel room, he had just thrown a lamp into a wall, and Paul didn't bat an eye. He sat on a couch with a notepad in his lap and attempted to come up with ideas for his debut match against The Undertaker. Another piece of furniture, this time one of those cheap hotel portraits, went whizzing past his head. He didn't flinch in the slightest.
| Brian Kendrick | Jobbing me out to fuckin' Lesnar?! Why?! Because he's from the UFC?! I bet I make half as much as that piece of shit! How long can they keep holding me down?!
| Paul London | Just relax and smoke something.
| Brian Kendrick | I don't want to smoke anything! FUCK that Dick Ebersol mother fucker! I should get out of my contract! They aren't ever going to put me on top here!
| Paul London | Heh. Dick.
| Brian Kendrick | Do you think this is funny, Paul?
| Paul London | No. I don't think it's funny.
London was content. He knew he had no chance in hell of ever being a World Champion in this company. He would simply take being featured and collecting a paycheck. Not to mention the freedom to do whatever he wanted in his promo's.
| Paul London | ..What rhymes with Undertaker?
Kendrick responded by tossing the remote straight through a glass door window.
| Paul London | "Ker-Smash." I don't think that will work.
Paul was still attempting to figure out exactly what he wanted his character to be. He just knew he wanted it to be completely different from what anyone had seen of him in the past.
| Paul London | Breaking all of the furniture in here probably isn't going to help your chances very much once the agents hear about this.
Brian responded much in the same way that he had previously. By smashing something else in another room. Paul jotted down a few words and rose to his feet. He offered a wave and began to make his exit. Brian wasn't going to be of much help at the moment.
| Paul London | Good talk, Brian.
SMASH
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Promo time. Matt Striker was the lucky announcer on this occasion. He did look somewhat relaxed. Brian Kendrick was known to make the lives of anyone who had to interview him pure hell. But he was nowhere in sight. Tiffany was present. She looked very displeased. Arms folded, shaking her head from time to time. It didn't stop her from dressing in her usual bizarre ways. Kendrick never was one for planning but with him missing she didn't feel exactly at ease. Her meal ticket had deserted her for the time being. Tyler Reks stalked the locker room as well. Glowering, primal and dark. He paced a trail back and forth while his ratty dreadlocks hung in his face. He probably wasn't very happy to have been knocked out of the World Title tournament. And finally the star of this production..Paul London. His back was turned to the camera and he stood shirtless in his baggy, loose fitting black ring gear.
| Matt Striker | The World Title tournament continues tonight at Aggression and the man joining me now has the unenviable task of facing The Undertaker. A rather unfortunate draw for my guest: Paul London.
London slowly turned to face the camera but kept his sight focused solely upon it and not Striker.
London was content. He knew he had no chance in hell of ever being a World Champion in this company. He would simply take being featured and collecting a paycheck. Not to mention the freedom to do whatever he wanted in his promo's.
| Paul London | ..What rhymes with Undertaker?
Kendrick responded by tossing the remote straight through a glass door window.
| Paul London | "Ker-Smash." I don't think that will work.
Paul was still attempting to figure out exactly what he wanted his character to be. He just knew he wanted it to be completely different from what anyone had seen of him in the past.
| Paul London | Breaking all of the furniture in here probably isn't going to help your chances very much once the agents hear about this.
Brian responded much in the same way that he had previously. By smashing something else in another room. Paul jotted down a few words and rose to his feet. He offered a wave and began to make his exit. Brian wasn't going to be of much help at the moment.
| Paul London | Good talk, Brian.
SMASH
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Promo time. Matt Striker was the lucky announcer on this occasion. He did look somewhat relaxed. Brian Kendrick was known to make the lives of anyone who had to interview him pure hell. But he was nowhere in sight. Tiffany was present. She looked very displeased. Arms folded, shaking her head from time to time. It didn't stop her from dressing in her usual bizarre ways. Kendrick never was one for planning but with him missing she didn't feel exactly at ease. Her meal ticket had deserted her for the time being. Tyler Reks stalked the locker room as well. Glowering, primal and dark. He paced a trail back and forth while his ratty dreadlocks hung in his face. He probably wasn't very happy to have been knocked out of the World Title tournament. And finally the star of this production..Paul London. His back was turned to the camera and he stood shirtless in his baggy, loose fitting black ring gear.
| Matt Striker | The World Title tournament continues tonight at Aggression and the man joining me now has the unenviable task of facing The Undertaker. A rather unfortunate draw for my guest: Paul London.
London slowly turned to face the camera but kept his sight focused solely upon it and not Striker.
| Paul London | Life is a perception of your own reality. You perceive that The Undertaker has a huge advantage over me. I perceive this in a different way.
| Tiffany | We are screwed! We are so screwed! The only way we're going to get the World Title is with YOU? You can't beat The Undertaker!
Tiffany imposed herself into the conversation and voiced her obvious displeasure. London remained eerily calm and placed a finger to the lips of the fashion nightmare.
| Paul London | Shh. I didn't move your strings yet, puppet. Brian isn't here. I'm in control.
Tiffany scowled and swatted London's finger away from her mouth.
| Paul London | Brian failed. Just like you failed.
London directed his comment towards Reks. This caused him to immediately stop pacing. The towering man glared down at London and growled deeply. This didn't seem to much to intimidate him.
| Paul London | But don't doubt me. The Undertaker can't beat me because I can read his every thought. Thought, perception, memory, emotion, will and imagination. All unconscious cognitive processes. This is what makes up the human mind. And The Undertaker is human. The Undertaker relies on his facade to get him through his matches. He is either very cautious or a coward. But he can't frighten me. I can sense how weary he is. His body is beaten from years of abuse. He struggles to get out of bed. Or climb out of his grave? He's stronger than me. But it's only going to get him so far. I can read him like an open book.
| Tiffany | We are screwed! We are so screwed! The only way we're going to get the World Title is with YOU? You can't beat The Undertaker!
Tiffany imposed herself into the conversation and voiced her obvious displeasure. London remained eerily calm and placed a finger to the lips of the fashion nightmare.
| Paul London | Shh. I didn't move your strings yet, puppet. Brian isn't here. I'm in control.
Tiffany scowled and swatted London's finger away from her mouth.
| Paul London | Brian failed. Just like you failed.
London directed his comment towards Reks. This caused him to immediately stop pacing. The towering man glared down at London and growled deeply. This didn't seem to much to intimidate him.
| Paul London | But don't doubt me. The Undertaker can't beat me because I can read his every thought. Thought, perception, memory, emotion, will and imagination. All unconscious cognitive processes. This is what makes up the human mind. And The Undertaker is human. The Undertaker relies on his facade to get him through his matches. He is either very cautious or a coward. But he can't frighten me. I can sense how weary he is. His body is beaten from years of abuse. He struggles to get out of bed. Or climb out of his grave? He's stronger than me. But it's only going to get him so far. I can read him like an open book.
London stretched his arms outwards and his eyes seemed to have a far off glaze to them. Striker pulled Tiffany aside by the arm and whispered into her ear. It was still audible enough to be heard.
| Matt Striker | What is he on?
| Tiffany | How should I know?
| Tiffany | How should I know?
| Paul London | I will defeat that old man. He's no phenom. He's just a carnival magician. I have true power. And I will make that clear to the entire world. It won't take me long to get inside of his brain. And when I do he's just going to be a marionette that dances under my command.
London shifted his eyes over to Tiffany. His pupils seemed to move very slowly.
| Paul London | And maybe next time I'll use you as a demonstration.
| Tiffany | Yeah? Fat chance!
| Paul London | Or what about you?
Pointing carelessly to Reks his chest swell and his teeth grind together.
| Paul London | Or maybe..you?
So much for a safe interview. London rose a finger towards Striker and the interviewer began to back away. His type of crazy seemed much different than Kendrick's but he was about to take any chances.
| Matt Striker | I don't doubt you! Not one bit!
| Paul London | And maybe next time I'll use you as a demonstration.
| Tiffany | Yeah? Fat chance!
| Paul London | Or what about you?
Pointing carelessly to Reks his chest swell and his teeth grind together.
| Paul London | Or maybe..you?
So much for a safe interview. London rose a finger towards Striker and the interviewer began to back away. His type of crazy seemed much different than Kendrick's but he was about to take any chances.
| Matt Striker | I don't doubt you! Not one bit!
| Paul London | I'm going to abuse Undertaker. Psychologically. I'll make him doubt himself. He won't be able to trust his own judgments. And he's only going to be the first. There are a few more mannequins left to go. And I'll be the World Champion.
The screen seemed to distort. But it was just barely noticeable. Very quick flashes had appeared during London's last few words. Images of The Undertaker in states of either defeat or pain from his previous matches. Subliminal images. London placed one arm of Reks shoulder and another around Tiffany's waist, grinning.
| Paul London | And my friends here are going to be there to watch.
The pair brushed London away. It seemed as though the pair only wanted to take orders from Brian Kendrick and had no loyalty this newcomer. This only seemed to amuse him.
| Paul London | Suit yourselves. We'll do things the hard way.
Paul backed out of the room with the same sort of understated lunacy in his eyes as the scene began to fade out.
The screen seemed to distort. But it was just barely noticeable. Very quick flashes had appeared during London's last few words. Images of The Undertaker in states of either defeat or pain from his previous matches. Subliminal images. London placed one arm of Reks shoulder and another around Tiffany's waist, grinning.
| Paul London | And my friends here are going to be there to watch.
The pair brushed London away. It seemed as though the pair only wanted to take orders from Brian Kendrick and had no loyalty this newcomer. This only seemed to amuse him.
| Paul London | Suit yourselves. We'll do things the hard way.
Paul backed out of the room with the same sort of understated lunacy in his eyes as the scene began to fade out.
