Post by Smith Jones on Apr 10, 2020 13:16:27 GMT -5
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Fade up on a shot of Smith Jones walking out of the Parts Unknown Hilton Inn & Suites, hand in hand with his lovely fiancée Siobhan McLeod. She is dressed in a cute little denim jacket over a sexy black tank with ripped jeans while Jones is dressed in a gray suit. Jones’ expression is quite intense as he tries to ignore the gaggle of cameras surrounding them while they work their way through towards their white limo.
“Smith, you challenged Meghan Kelser to a match at God of Wrestling, giving her full control over the match terms. Given the response from the APW fanbase, do you have any regrets about giving her so much control?”
Smith stops dead in his tracks, just shy of stepping into the limo with Siobhan. He stares daggers into the face of the reporter and spits venom his way.
“The response from the APW fanbase has been ridiculous!!! Just when I think I’m going to soften up and be nicer to people, they show me just exactly why I HATE them all so damned much!! I am a two-time Alpha World Champion. I am the only champion to hold that belt and survive! I keep putting on mat classic after mat classic week after week and when the people on Twitter are given their chance to choose, they choose Bra and Panties?!??!?!!?!?!”
Jones flat out growls loud and long! The reporters jump back before reaching their microphones in again. Jones looks into one camera at a time, trying to see the very soul of Meghan Kelser.
“Listen, cowgirl. This is your very first match against “Classic” Smith Jones. This is going to go down in history as one of the greatest confrontations ever seen in this company. If you keep choosing to make everything a big joke, the last laugh will be the last peep anyone ever hears out of you. Don’t screw with history! Don’t screw with my career!!! I expect you to make a wiser choice than Bra and Panties when you reveal your choice of match type this Monday Night Metal. These people have no idea what they want. It is up to people in our position to give them what they NEED. Don’t push my buttons. When the biggest pay-per-view of the year rolls around, I plan on stealing the show whether you are truly up to that lofty task or not!!! Don't blow this.”
“Smith, we’ve seen obvious cracks in the foundation of The Architects. What do you say to rumours that there is division in the ranks?”
Siobhan interjects.
“The Architects are stronger than ever! I should know. I see them interact on a regular basis. I see how passionate they all are about this business. Lex, Damon, and my sweet Smith are the best of the best in this game. No one can hold a candle to them.”
“Though they try. They jump at every little hint that things might be amiss within The Architects because they are just dying for us to give them the chance to step out of our collective shadow. We carry two fifths of the titles in APW. We rule the roster with our consistently high levels of entertainment value. Our skills are unmatched in that locker room. We’re shaping the future. Sometimes feathers get ruffled along the way. No more questions.”
With that, he guides Siobhan into the limo, following her, and slamming the door behind him. Cameras continue to rolls and flash as the limo drives off towards PU Airport. Fade to black.
