Post by Knight on Jul 7, 2014 1:19:56 GMT -6
Lovecraft: Twitter called him "one of the evils of VOW"...that's not enough...Scott Knight will be THE evil of VOW. Starting with that brand new shiny belt Frei unveiled at Exposure.
The Mistress looks up from her phone to Victor Kross, who smiles at her over the top of his coffee mug. A sideways glance to Knight reveals his attention is, as usual, locked firmly on Mistress Lilith. Cyrus chuckles and glances to Xavier Saint, who is watching the conversation with cool detachment. Lilith waits for a reply from Victor Kross, but, after continued silence, continues her original train of thought.
Lovecraft: Victor, I'd think you of all people would have some opinion to offer at this moment. For a man who so "despised" holding titles, you never had a problem competing for them.
Victor sighs as he places the mug back on the table. He looks to Knight, whose attention has turned to the billionaire. In fact, every eye in the small diner has turned to Kross, including the ones belonging to the waitress now refilling his coffee. She surveys the table before returning to her station, obviously trying to avoid prolonged contact with the motley crew. Kross notes her discomfort with amusement before addressing the table.
Kross: They say if you're not trying to be champion, you shouldn't be in the business. But whatever your reasons for being in that ring...
Victor Kross turns to meet Knight's gaze.
Kross: ...a title will go a long way toward accomplishing it. Prove you're the best wrestler in the company? Get higher profile matches? More TV time, money, fame...all in the cards if you have gold around your waist.
The Mistress nods, then scowls as a beep emits from her cell phone. She glances down at it and swipes a finger across the screen. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks up, then back to the phone again.
Lovecraft: Who the hell is...wait...Scott?
Knight stiffens at the sound of his name.
Knight: M'lady?
Lovecraft: Who are you scheduled to face at Breakthrough again?
Knight: Vanessa, m'lady. The one who would call herself "Queen".
The Mistress chuckles and looks again to her phone.
Lovecraft: Hmm...interesting...
Kross: What is it?
Lovecraft looks up and meets Kross's eyes. She arches an eyebrow before shaking her head.
Lovecraft: Nothing. Never mind. I think...one way or another...our crazy magician will be quite satisfied with how this match plays out. For one thing, she claims she dislikes hearing the cheers of the sheep in that arena...but once Scott starts beating her down, there will be nothing but boos from those idiots. Once he breaks her, the air will go out of the arena in a heartbeat. And she...hang on...
Once again, a sound from the phone takes Lovecraft's attention. She reads it, pauses, then rummages through her purse for a moment. Withdrawing the metal scourge, she lays it beside her coffee cup before returning her attention to the phone. With a few presses of buttons, she passes it to Kross, who looks at her quizzically.
Lovecraft: Just...look, take a picture for me, ok? Some whackjob got my number, and now they want a picture of me with the Caress.
Kross: And you're going along with it?
Lovecraft: It's usually easier to just play along if it's something simple. You'd be surprised by what kind of weirdos there are out there.
Kross: No, actually I wouldn't...
Lilith holds up the weapon and strikes a pose. With a press of a button, Victor snaps a photo and hands the phone back to her. She looks at it, nods in approval, and presses a few keys to send the picture. Setting it back on the table, she turns to regard Knight, who has been watching the whole exchange in a mixture of interest and confusion. Lovecraft smiles at him and pats his hand.
Lovecraft: Don't worry about it. Scott, you showed the world at Exposure that you are more than capable of winning a match when left to your own devices. Now, we have something else to prove. With this new title in the picture, we must show the world...how did they put it? Ah, yes, "wrestling in its purest form".
Knight smiles as he looks around the table.
Knight: Somehow, I suspect "beating a competitor into submission" is not quite the "pure form" of the art they were expecting. But it will be just what I continue to give to VoW.
Lilith smiles as she quickly glances down to the phone one more time.
Lovecraft: Some people are just going to have to learn to live with disappointment.
The Mistress looks up from her phone to Victor Kross, who smiles at her over the top of his coffee mug. A sideways glance to Knight reveals his attention is, as usual, locked firmly on Mistress Lilith. Cyrus chuckles and glances to Xavier Saint, who is watching the conversation with cool detachment. Lilith waits for a reply from Victor Kross, but, after continued silence, continues her original train of thought.
Lovecraft: Victor, I'd think you of all people would have some opinion to offer at this moment. For a man who so "despised" holding titles, you never had a problem competing for them.
Victor sighs as he places the mug back on the table. He looks to Knight, whose attention has turned to the billionaire. In fact, every eye in the small diner has turned to Kross, including the ones belonging to the waitress now refilling his coffee. She surveys the table before returning to her station, obviously trying to avoid prolonged contact with the motley crew. Kross notes her discomfort with amusement before addressing the table.
Kross: They say if you're not trying to be champion, you shouldn't be in the business. But whatever your reasons for being in that ring...
Victor Kross turns to meet Knight's gaze.
Kross: ...a title will go a long way toward accomplishing it. Prove you're the best wrestler in the company? Get higher profile matches? More TV time, money, fame...all in the cards if you have gold around your waist.
The Mistress nods, then scowls as a beep emits from her cell phone. She glances down at it and swipes a finger across the screen. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks up, then back to the phone again.
Lovecraft: Who the hell is...wait...Scott?
Knight stiffens at the sound of his name.
Knight: M'lady?
Lovecraft: Who are you scheduled to face at Breakthrough again?
Knight: Vanessa, m'lady. The one who would call herself "Queen".
The Mistress chuckles and looks again to her phone.
Lovecraft: Hmm...interesting...
Kross: What is it?
Lovecraft looks up and meets Kross's eyes. She arches an eyebrow before shaking her head.
Lovecraft: Nothing. Never mind. I think...one way or another...our crazy magician will be quite satisfied with how this match plays out. For one thing, she claims she dislikes hearing the cheers of the sheep in that arena...but once Scott starts beating her down, there will be nothing but boos from those idiots. Once he breaks her, the air will go out of the arena in a heartbeat. And she...hang on...
Once again, a sound from the phone takes Lovecraft's attention. She reads it, pauses, then rummages through her purse for a moment. Withdrawing the metal scourge, she lays it beside her coffee cup before returning her attention to the phone. With a few presses of buttons, she passes it to Kross, who looks at her quizzically.
Lovecraft: Just...look, take a picture for me, ok? Some whackjob got my number, and now they want a picture of me with the Caress.
Kross: And you're going along with it?
Lovecraft: It's usually easier to just play along if it's something simple. You'd be surprised by what kind of weirdos there are out there.
Kross: No, actually I wouldn't...
Lilith holds up the weapon and strikes a pose. With a press of a button, Victor snaps a photo and hands the phone back to her. She looks at it, nods in approval, and presses a few keys to send the picture. Setting it back on the table, she turns to regard Knight, who has been watching the whole exchange in a mixture of interest and confusion. Lovecraft smiles at him and pats his hand.
Lovecraft: Don't worry about it. Scott, you showed the world at Exposure that you are more than capable of winning a match when left to your own devices. Now, we have something else to prove. With this new title in the picture, we must show the world...how did they put it? Ah, yes, "wrestling in its purest form".
Knight smiles as he looks around the table.
Knight: Somehow, I suspect "beating a competitor into submission" is not quite the "pure form" of the art they were expecting. But it will be just what I continue to give to VoW.
Lilith smiles as she quickly glances down to the phone one more time.
Lovecraft: Some people are just going to have to learn to live with disappointment.