Post by broadway on Apr 10, 2011 23:05:39 GMT -4
"Son of a bitch!"
"Easy Mr.Broadway, I'm paid to take the pain away, just let me do my job."
The padded table that Broadway lay upon wasn't padded enough. Resting on his side, he grimaced as the masseuse rubbed the sore area of his back.
"I saw what happened, what did you do to piss that guy off?"
"I didn't do anything, other than lose the match. Missed a fucking clothesline and was left to deal with Yao Ming."
"You don't know the guy?"
"Never seen him before in my life, (grunts as the man puts pressure on his back) and I don't think it'll be the last."
Broadway sits up, brushing the masseuse away.
"I'll Ice it down, then put some heat on it. All you are doing is irritating it."
Broadway slips his shirt on and exits the room. Upon opening the door he finds a microphone in his face.
"Broadway, Broadway, tell us how you feel about the man who attacked you. Tell us how you feel about your performance tonight. Are you disappointed in yourself? Was Tyler Vaughn too good for you? How are you planning to bounce back from this loss? How..."
"WHOA!!!"
Broadway bats the microphone away from his face.
" Tyler Vaughn did his job tonight, he got the pin, nothing left to say about the match. I hope in due time I'm given the opportunity to meet Vaughn in the ring again and make up for my short comings, until then the next show is all that matters. As for the big man who made short work of my back, I have no clue who he is or why he felt it necessary to do what he did. Pretty fucking cowardly if you ask me; kicking a man when he is down."
Broadway looks into one of the surrounding cameras.
"I don't know who you are, or what your problem is. But actions like that aren't something I take lightly. If you feel it's necessary to make a statement by adding insult to injury, then you can accept the inevitable consequences. I have nothing left to say."
Broadway pushes his way through the crowd and disappears down the hall/
"Easy Mr.Broadway, I'm paid to take the pain away, just let me do my job."
The padded table that Broadway lay upon wasn't padded enough. Resting on his side, he grimaced as the masseuse rubbed the sore area of his back.
"I saw what happened, what did you do to piss that guy off?"
"I didn't do anything, other than lose the match. Missed a fucking clothesline and was left to deal with Yao Ming."
"You don't know the guy?"
"Never seen him before in my life, (grunts as the man puts pressure on his back) and I don't think it'll be the last."
Broadway sits up, brushing the masseuse away.
"I'll Ice it down, then put some heat on it. All you are doing is irritating it."
Broadway slips his shirt on and exits the room. Upon opening the door he finds a microphone in his face.
"Broadway, Broadway, tell us how you feel about the man who attacked you. Tell us how you feel about your performance tonight. Are you disappointed in yourself? Was Tyler Vaughn too good for you? How are you planning to bounce back from this loss? How..."
"WHOA!!!"
Broadway bats the microphone away from his face.
" Tyler Vaughn did his job tonight, he got the pin, nothing left to say about the match. I hope in due time I'm given the opportunity to meet Vaughn in the ring again and make up for my short comings, until then the next show is all that matters. As for the big man who made short work of my back, I have no clue who he is or why he felt it necessary to do what he did. Pretty fucking cowardly if you ask me; kicking a man when he is down."
Broadway looks into one of the surrounding cameras.
"I don't know who you are, or what your problem is. But actions like that aren't something I take lightly. If you feel it's necessary to make a statement by adding insult to injury, then you can accept the inevitable consequences. I have nothing left to say."
Broadway pushes his way through the crowd and disappears down the hall/
