SCHNEIDER: “Brawler Beckett, this is the dressing room of Damion Black! What is going on in there!?!”
BECKETT: "Prima, it is Mr. Beckett, or Mstr. Champion, from the likes of you, Terrace. Secunda, were it any of your business, I would tell you-"
*** more swearing and crashing is heard***
BECKETT: "... it is a private matter therein, and no statement is as yet to be issued."
SCHNEIDER: “What about the sudden appearance of Akira Wyld? Has Damion given any indication of how he will respond?”
BECKETT: "No statement is as yet to be issued. On the other hand, mush, perhaps you'd care to discuss the glory of my title defense-"
SCHNEIDER: “Does Damion Black feel he’s been embarrassed by Spencer Watts-“
***Suddenly, the door is thrown wide open. Beckett smoothly steps to the side, his smirk never faltering, as an enraged Damion Black, disheveled, sweaty, veins bulging from his forehead and neck, both hands clasped on either side of the doorway, leans forward menacingly toward Terry Schneider.***
BLACK: “The Devil take Spencer Watts, and he’s welcome to his soul! The ONLY reason I lost tonight is because of that dirty, stinking ASP, AKIRA WYLD!!!! Watts is not better than me! He will NEVER be better than me!!!!!! AKIRRRAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE A MARKED MAN!!!!!! MARKED, DO YOU HERE ME?!?!??!?!?”
***Damion slams the door, causing everyone but Beckett to jump. Beckett smoothly resumes his place in front of the door.***
BECKETT: “Any other questions, gentlemen?”
***Schneider can do nothing but shake uncontrollably in response. After a moment, Beckett lifts his hand and shoos the interview crew away.***Statistics: Posted by Ameronth — Mon Feb 03, 2020 4:35 pm
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