Post by Ashara on Jun 7, 2016 0:39:20 GMT -5
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The camera cuts to Lola with a microphone in hand by her side, swaying while she walks towards the locker rooms. As she and the cameraman near the area, loud erratic noises can be heard from behind the door.
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.: LOLA :.
"Oh for ---- sake why -- ---- ---- -- ---- me to interview ---- ----- ---- ---- rocks from Fantastic 4, - ---- --- already pissed that he lost...
Oh are we live?
*cough*
Okay guys, i'm here backstage to try and get a few words from Ashara about his loss tonight."
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Lola slowly opens the locker room door to witness Ashara sitting in the middle of the room on a steel chair, looking down on a sweat stained floor surrounded by destruction. A fist-like imprint on the 'new-ish' TV on the wall, a hole in the dry wall adjacent to the shower, which now has slightly less privacy and light fixtures dangling by a thread.
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.: LOLA :.
"Ashara, you do realise Mr Alexander will bill you for the damages you've caused?"
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Ashara laughs as he slowly looks up towards Lola and the camera.
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.: ASHARA :.
"Do you think I give a f*ck about what 'Mr Alexander' is going to do?"
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Lola shimmys into a better position for her interview, the camera now sits perfect with Lola and Ashara in shot as she crouches alongside him whilst he remains seated.
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.: LOLA :.
"I'm just saying, he's not going to be impressed about what you've done with it being your first night here"
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.: ASHARA :.
"Impressed? You want to talk about impressed? Did you hear that f*cking crowd when i came out?!"
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Lola is startled by his outburst, she stand upright and takes a step back but still composed enough to proceed. Ashara is now standing with his fists clenched, pushing into his waist.
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.: LOLA :.
"You say this anger was meant for Low Down yet he was able to reverse one of your most recognisable moves into the South West 9, i mean... How does it make you feel knowing that he could go on to become the GCW World Champion?"
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Ashara moves swiftly in front of Lola and points at her square between the eyes.
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.: ASHARA :.
"I'M GOING TO SAY THIS ONCE, so don't EVER make me repeat it."
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"He got lucky..."
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Ashara lowers his finger and takes a deep inhale. Lola seems confused but eager to press.
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.: LOLA :.
"Ashara please, you're not making this easy for me. What do you mean 'he got lucky'? "
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.: ASHARA :.
"Lola, you know it, I know it, the fans know it... heck even that f*cking fur fetishist calling my damn match knows it."
"He was fighting like a f*cking bitch, every single girl i've f*cked has hit harder than that b*stard!"
"I let my momentum get the better of me and my concentration lapsed, he got lucky."
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As Ashara begins his last line, the camera zooms out to show Barton Massey entering the locker room and reacting angrily to Ashara's comments whilst taking a long deep puff of his favourite cuban
He throws the cigar at Ashara's back which causes him to turn around to see Barton at the door.
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.: BARTON :.
"You call that luck? Well then what do you call this?!"
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.: ASHARA :.
"YOU SONOFAB..."
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Barton and Ashara run at each other, knocking Lola and the cameraman over. Glass is heard smashing as the camera hits the floor and proceeds to cut out