Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 2:23:19 GMT
Backstage, Alyssa Kincaid paces back and forth in a hallway nervously. She chews her fingernails and mutters to herself in a voice so low the camera can’t quite pick it up. Behind her, there’s a wooden door with a piece of tape across it. On this tape, written in sloppy marker is one word: MEDICAL. Every once in awhile Alyssa will stop and stare at the door for a moment. When she turns away from the door she nearly crashes into UKWF backstage interviewer Katherine Kensington. Alyssa freezes, startled, but Kensington doesn’t react.
Katherine Kensington: Alyssa, earlier tonight we saw your client Alex Kincaid remain undefeated here in UKWF when he successfully teamed with Valkyrie to defeat a debuting Ace Watson and a man he seems to be on a collision course with in Cross Recoba. But it was certainly a struggle, certainly a fight, do you have anything to say about tonight’s match or Kincaid’s plans for the big year end show?
Alyssa collects herself and looks to the door again. She frowns and shakes her head at the interviewer, refusing to answer any questions. Luckily, at that moment the door to the medical room opens and Kincaid limps out of the office. He’s heavily favoring his aching knee, having busted it up during his match earlier. He raises an eyebrow at the interviewer as his wife comes up to him and gives him a peck on the cheek. He speaks to her, but the interviewer leaning the microphone in means a bit of their private conversation is picked up.
Kincaid: I’m fine. It’s a little deep bruising but it...Katherine. Hi. Let me guess, you want to know what I have to say about Cross huh? About this ongoing little spat of ours? Believe it or not, I’m happy. Yeah. No kidding. The guy who’s famous for being a complete crabass is actually in a good mood for once. You know why? Because, as far as I’m concerned, I’ve waited long enough. As far as I’m concerned it’s time for this thing to come to a head. Cross and I have been in triple threats, we’ve been in tag matches, all that stuff. But what we haven’t done...is go one on one.
By the look on his managers face, this isn’t something they discussed previously. Alyssa looks worried and Kincaid locks eyes with her. He frowns, looking almost apologetic, but then turns back to the interviewer.
Kincaid: This isn’t about him taking cheap shots after my match. It isn’t about him trying to hurt me in front of my wife. It’s about the simplest thing in the world. Two new guys trying to establish themselves, and both of them realizing there’s only room for one person on every rung of the ladder. A guy like Cross feeds on getting noticed, he feeds on being the center of attention and he’s got no problem throwing me under the bus to get his way. But trust me, he picked the wrong target. He went after the wrong guy. Sooner or later everyone has to face up to what they’ve done and Cross Recoba’s number just got called. So what I’m thinking is, next show is the last show of the year. ANd it’s time. It’s time for this thing to finally come to a head. So that’s the challenge laid down. Next week, Kincaid vs Cross to once and for all answer who is going to lead the next generation here in UKWF. I’m ready….is he?
With that, he puts an arm around Alyssa’s shoulder and the two of them walk out of frame. The camera closes on Kensington watching them leave, before cutting away again.
Katherine Kensington: Alyssa, earlier tonight we saw your client Alex Kincaid remain undefeated here in UKWF when he successfully teamed with Valkyrie to defeat a debuting Ace Watson and a man he seems to be on a collision course with in Cross Recoba. But it was certainly a struggle, certainly a fight, do you have anything to say about tonight’s match or Kincaid’s plans for the big year end show?
Alyssa collects herself and looks to the door again. She frowns and shakes her head at the interviewer, refusing to answer any questions. Luckily, at that moment the door to the medical room opens and Kincaid limps out of the office. He’s heavily favoring his aching knee, having busted it up during his match earlier. He raises an eyebrow at the interviewer as his wife comes up to him and gives him a peck on the cheek. He speaks to her, but the interviewer leaning the microphone in means a bit of their private conversation is picked up.
Kincaid: I’m fine. It’s a little deep bruising but it...Katherine. Hi. Let me guess, you want to know what I have to say about Cross huh? About this ongoing little spat of ours? Believe it or not, I’m happy. Yeah. No kidding. The guy who’s famous for being a complete crabass is actually in a good mood for once. You know why? Because, as far as I’m concerned, I’ve waited long enough. As far as I’m concerned it’s time for this thing to come to a head. Cross and I have been in triple threats, we’ve been in tag matches, all that stuff. But what we haven’t done...is go one on one.
By the look on his managers face, this isn’t something they discussed previously. Alyssa looks worried and Kincaid locks eyes with her. He frowns, looking almost apologetic, but then turns back to the interviewer.
Kincaid: This isn’t about him taking cheap shots after my match. It isn’t about him trying to hurt me in front of my wife. It’s about the simplest thing in the world. Two new guys trying to establish themselves, and both of them realizing there’s only room for one person on every rung of the ladder. A guy like Cross feeds on getting noticed, he feeds on being the center of attention and he’s got no problem throwing me under the bus to get his way. But trust me, he picked the wrong target. He went after the wrong guy. Sooner or later everyone has to face up to what they’ve done and Cross Recoba’s number just got called. So what I’m thinking is, next show is the last show of the year. ANd it’s time. It’s time for this thing to finally come to a head. So that’s the challenge laid down. Next week, Kincaid vs Cross to once and for all answer who is going to lead the next generation here in UKWF. I’m ready….is he?
With that, he puts an arm around Alyssa’s shoulder and the two of them walk out of frame. The camera closes on Kensington watching them leave, before cutting away again.
