Interview with the Devil
OOC: Sorry for the delay - Mike
* A very basic fade-in reveals a television and VCR. A tape is cued up, and paused. As soon as the fade-in is complete, the tape is played. *
TRIUMPH THE INSULT DOG: For me to poop on!
* The screen fades to Conan O'Brien behind his desk shaking his head. He looks at the camera. *
CONAN: When we return, if we are allowed to return, my guest will be GXW superstar, muffin tycoon, and director Kin Hiroshi. Stick around...
* A Ford commercial starts to play, and the tape is fast-forwarded. The tape goes thru a local new commercial, a Mach 3 ad, and an AOL promo. The tape plays just as Conan's face reappears. *
CONAN: My guest right now is a professional wrestler for GXW as well as a self-made millionaire. He has directed a film, and endorses children's toys. You can see him on GXW shows OnSlaught, Revolution, and X-Perience. Ladies and gentlemen, Kin Hiroshi.
* The Max Weinberg 7 play a big band version of Tesla's "Last Action Hero" as a smiling, and waving Hiroshi makes his way to the couch. Conan and Kin bow to each other and shake hands. Kin sits, and waves to the crowd. *
KIN HIROSHI: Wow, thanks for having me back.
CONAN: No problem. Last time you were here, you were promoting your directorial debut, "White Midgets Can't Jump." How did that go?
KIN: It's more of a cult-classic than a major money maker. Only my family bought it, I think.
* Both men chuckle. *
CONAN: They are trying to keep SOME honor in the family. Heh...
KIN: Something like that.
CONAN: So, on to current business, you have an upcoming Battle Royal match to determine who get's the next Television Title shot, right?
KIN: Something like that.
CONAN: Great, because I just read from a cue card, and have no clue really what that means...
KIN: Basically, a bunch of guys get in the ring and beat the hell out of each other. One at a time the men are eliminated, by being thrown over the top rope until only one man remains in the ring. The stipulation of this battle royal is that the winner gets a shot at the TV title at the upcoming PPV.
CONAN: Okay, so it's like a city bus, except you want to be the last man in.
KIN: Exactly. I'm going up against five other talented men. In fact, a guy named Reaver held the title before I won it and beat me before. Not that I'm concerned, just on my guard.
CONAN: I understand why, those guys gotta outweight you by a good 50 pounds. No offense, I'm sure you could kick my lanky Irish butt, but you gotta be around 200 pounds yourself.
KIN: Right around the 220 mark, actually. I'm considered a lightweight, or Cruiserweight, but I can hang with the big dogs too.
CONAN: As their play toy?
KIN: No, no. I usually get tossed around pretty good, but I can hold my own against them if needed.
CONAN: Right on. Want to show me a move or something really quick?
KIN: Okay, I could do that. On you, or a stunt double?
CONAN: I'll opt for the stunt double.
* The crowd cheers as Kin stands and removes his jacket. The stunt double makes his way out from behind a curtain, and positions himself next to Kin as Conan watches from the desk. *
KIN: Now, a lot of people question whether punches are pulled, and what not. Let me demonstrate a proper chop.
* Kin winds up and chops the unsuspecting stunt double across the chest resulting in a loud slap and a cheer from the audience. Half of the crowd OOOooo's and the other half laughs hysterically. The stunt double doubles over in pain. He stands, and lifts his shirt up revealing a beat red chest. *
KIN: See what I mean? Tough stuff.
* Conan's jaw has dropped, and his hands cover his pecs. Kin makes his way back up to the couch, and Conan scoots away from him. Both men laugh again, and Conan comes back. *
CONAN: Jeez! That looked like it hurt, and you guys do that to each other day after day?
KIN: Yup.
CONAN: That, ladies and gentlemen, is why I am a comedian and talkshow host. I only have to worry about getting hit like that when I go home to my wife.
It's been great having you. You can catch Kin Hiroshi on GXW television's shows OnSlaught, X-Perience, and Revolution as well as their Pay Per View events. Stick around when my next guest is the lovely Sarah Jessica Parker.
* The camera shot zooms out as the show goes to commerical. The tape is stopped, and Kin Hiroshi takes a seat in front of the stopped video. *
KIN: Sure, I put on a show for O'Brien, but I have no reason to hide on GXW's airtime. You see at OnSlaught, I dive head on into the ring with Ricky Gant, Eric Gibson, Reaver, Devon Slayton, and Cole Steele. All of these men bring something: from Gant's "Last Word" to Reaver's past with me. Even Cole Steele and Kin Hiroshi date back to EWI when both of us were members of the Super Sport Network's Elite Team headed by Eddy Love.
I fear nothing from these men. Ricky Gant is a talentless meat head. He likes to throw his opponents around as they scurry for safety, but not me. I like the challenge, and Gant doesn't scare me. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Debbie Gibson can hit the high notes, but will finish the night on a low note. Obviously he hasn't held ENOUGH titles, so he has to come to GXW for a few more to add to his already forgetable list. Not to say I haven't held titles, but good Lord, Gibson! Couldn't you at least hold a title long enough to savor it before looking for the next one?
Kind of like Reaver and his million moves. I would go through and name them all, but that would be like Johnny Styles naming all the men he's slept with...the list is too long to repeat. What else can I say about Reaver that I haven't already? Exactly.
How about Slayton? Son to Reaver. A fellow Seattlite. I don't have MUCH against Slayton, except that Reaver's blood runs through his veins. Slayton has some croonies I gotta watch out for, but that isn't a big deal. They might be big, but they can't be any bigger than any of the other men in this match. Slayton is the closest man to my own size, and will be the biggest push over in the match. I'll watch him, but no need to watch him once he goes over the top rope to the floor.
Finally, Cole Steele. I got nothing against Steele, honestly. I wrestled on his side back in our EWI/SSN days, as I'm sure Erik Zieba no doubt remembers. But those aren't all good memories. I was suckered in by bright lights and money. Not anymore though. Only money can get my soft spot now.
Sure, I have all the money in the world, but only beating men physically and verbally can I truely be happy.
These men DO outweigh me. 242 lbs., 232 lbs., 272 lbs., 268 lbs., and 285 lbs. Me? I'm a solid 220 lbs. with a strong heart and a stronger head. No doubt these men can toss me around. Sure, I'm more than likely going to end up the laughing stock of the entire match, but I can pull it out, and when I do it will prove to the GXW bookers and staff that I can run with the big boys and I can be a World Champion.
But Johnny Styles seems to think otherwise. That ingrateful man whore. Where is he going in his GXW career? Nowhere, f**king nowhere. Hell, my friend the Asian Prince has even come out of the closet for a chance with Styles...if Julius D. Licious ever gets his d**k out of Styles' ass.
Styles thinks he can jump me and get away with it? Hell, son, I was going to beat you backstage for talking trash about me, but couldn't find you, and you're lucky because my fist was looking to do some talking for me.
At OnSlaught, no matter who comes at me, I'm ready for it. Whether I monkey flip your ass out of the ring, double team your ass out of the ring, or superkick your head over the top rope, I will prevail.
* Kin smiles and stands up. *
KIN: Now, let the monkeys start their yapping, cause I can handle your guys' peanut gallery...
* FADE TO GOLD *