Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2019 23:37:25 GMT -5
Unlike the busy pressers that follow matches on Metal, views open to a loud party scene at a place called The Premier Club somewhere in downtown Fort Worth, Texas. From all the noise emerges APW's young new reporter in Dianna Wallace wearing a clubbing dress sure to catch everyone's eyes.
Dianna Wallace: Welcome everyone to another remote segment with APW.com, and I'm your host. Your hostest and mostest... your top girl, Dianna Wallace. I'm coming to live from the Premier Club in Fort Worth, and for what might be the party of a century! Now where's the birthday boy?
She walks into the broad chest of an Ikeda Clan bodyguard before stumbling off into the thick of an explosive party. Every member of the Ikeda Clan keeps an unflinching perimeter around numerous dancing girls in what seems to be the VIP zone. Dianna barely survives the noise and passing drinks. Suddenly, the DJ drops Billie Eilish making all the girls go crazy, stampeding her on their charge onto the dance floor. Allen Anderson sweeps into their frenzy leaving the VIP a barren wasteland in their wake. All hopes seems lost until her gaze meets that of APW Champion Masuda Jubei.
Dianna Wallace: Jubei! Over here Jubei!
His nod comes off more confused than nonchalant. One of his security goes for her, but The Master waves his people off, grimacing as he does. She practically shoves her mic in his face.
Dianna Wallace: I'm live streaming for APW on Twitter... anything you'd like to say about your crushing win over Jaice Wilds and Smith Jones?
Jubei: They were worthy opponents. I was expecting as such, and both men did not disappoint us. However, we left work at the doorway, Ms. Wallace. If you'd please remove yourself and that camera - then we can talk. But I've had enough cameras for one day. Besides, it's Allen's birthday and I promised him the wildest party he's ever had.
She wasn't expecting that answer.
Dianna: So nothing to add about that controversial finish?
Jubei: No.
Dianna: Although our senior official missed... we he missed--
Jubei: I said no more cameras. Either you point it somewhere else, or, Reo here will happily smash it for you.
Dianna: Please no - not my camera!
Jubei: Then drop it and get yourself a drink. Since you're APW... I suppose they're on my tab as well.
Drinks almost magically appear from all sides, which she takes like a lifesaving drop of water. Jubei folds his arms looking pleased.
Jubei: Welcome to the party... the best one of your life, Ms. Wallace.
On cue, someone reels in a giant ten-plus layered cake with APW company colors. Structures between layers mimic the architecture of Southeast Asian pagodas with edible gold dragons all around its base. A gorgeous monstrosity of sugary goodness rolls into view looking too tantalizing to not be good. Jubei watches Allen and his temporary concubine pounce on the giant. Allen gives his partner the thumbs to Jubei from the ground floor. All that signals for the DJ throw on DMX and tear down the goddamn walls.
Dianna Wallace: Welcome everyone to another remote segment with APW.com, and I'm your host. Your hostest and mostest... your top girl, Dianna Wallace. I'm coming to live from the Premier Club in Fort Worth, and for what might be the party of a century! Now where's the birthday boy?
She walks into the broad chest of an Ikeda Clan bodyguard before stumbling off into the thick of an explosive party. Every member of the Ikeda Clan keeps an unflinching perimeter around numerous dancing girls in what seems to be the VIP zone. Dianna barely survives the noise and passing drinks. Suddenly, the DJ drops Billie Eilish making all the girls go crazy, stampeding her on their charge onto the dance floor. Allen Anderson sweeps into their frenzy leaving the VIP a barren wasteland in their wake. All hopes seems lost until her gaze meets that of APW Champion Masuda Jubei.
Dianna Wallace: Jubei! Over here Jubei!
His nod comes off more confused than nonchalant. One of his security goes for her, but The Master waves his people off, grimacing as he does. She practically shoves her mic in his face.
Dianna Wallace: I'm live streaming for APW on Twitter... anything you'd like to say about your crushing win over Jaice Wilds and Smith Jones?
Jubei: They were worthy opponents. I was expecting as such, and both men did not disappoint us. However, we left work at the doorway, Ms. Wallace. If you'd please remove yourself and that camera - then we can talk. But I've had enough cameras for one day. Besides, it's Allen's birthday and I promised him the wildest party he's ever had.
She wasn't expecting that answer.
Dianna: So nothing to add about that controversial finish?
Jubei: No.
Dianna: Although our senior official missed... we he missed--
Jubei: I said no more cameras. Either you point it somewhere else, or, Reo here will happily smash it for you.
Dianna: Please no - not my camera!
Jubei: Then drop it and get yourself a drink. Since you're APW... I suppose they're on my tab as well.
Drinks almost magically appear from all sides, which she takes like a lifesaving drop of water. Jubei folds his arms looking pleased.
Jubei: Welcome to the party... the best one of your life, Ms. Wallace.
On cue, someone reels in a giant ten-plus layered cake with APW company colors. Structures between layers mimic the architecture of Southeast Asian pagodas with edible gold dragons all around its base. A gorgeous monstrosity of sugary goodness rolls into view looking too tantalizing to not be good. Jubei watches Allen and his temporary concubine pounce on the giant. Allen gives his partner the thumbs to Jubei from the ground floor. All that signals for the DJ throw on DMX and tear down the goddamn walls.
