Post by Destroyer Unleased on Apr 15, 2007 19:26:32 GMT -5
Thor is seen walking down the halls towards his changing room. As he rounds a corner he almost runs into one of the reporters who were part of the XVI Reporting staff. He nods to the reporter and makes sure she is alright.
The reporter, a small woman 5 foot 2 of Hispanic descent, looks at the man who had almost bumped into her. She was wearing black tank top, a pair low cut black jeans and a pairs of black tennis shoes. Her midnight black hair pulled back into a pony tail. She takes one look at the man and blinks seeing that he was the man she was to interview.
"Um sir sorry about that but do you have a few minutes I have a few questions for you."
"Sure I have a few minutes to spare."
Looks at her with a smile and then continues back towards his changing room.
She follows him down the hall her eyes glancing at his horns. She knew she was going to have a some what difficult staying focused on the interview.
"My name is Sandra. What are your thoughts on you up coming match?"
Thor arrives at his door and opens it. He leads the reporter into his sparely furnished dressing room. He sits at the desk in the corner and points to one of the near by folding chairs as he looks at her getting comfortable.
Sits down in the offered chair as shes looks at him.
"So what are your thoughts about your upcoming number one contenders match?"
"Well Sandra it is simply this. I WILL win the match. I have been in this position before and would have won had it not been for outside influence."
"Any specific thoughts your opponents?"
"As a matter of a fact I do. Prozac you have already had you run with the title and you lost it. Now you could have exercised you rematch clause but you passed that up. I may not understand you but as I proved last week I can beat you.
Calaz you have yet to put you money where your mouth is. You are constantly flapping your jaw about how you are the best in star in XVI. But why don't you have a title? I can tell you why, You AREN'T s good as you think you are. Oh and in the match this week you CAN rest assured no one is going to be taking it easy on you.
Corporal Punishment I can tell you this now I am not pretending to be anything. I am just not from around here. Go ahead and call me what the hell you want. It won't change anything when I am the one who wins the match."
Glances over at him as he speaks and takes in his features blushing a bit as she looks away. Well one thing was for sure this man sure had some looks to him.
"Any other questions?"
"Well not at this time Thor. Thank you for your time and enjoy your day."
Sandra gets up and then slowly walks out of the changing room. She was a bit shocked by his appearance. Well she have to talk to the other staff about why they hadn't warned about him. As she heads back to her office she as to fight back a blush as she thinks about his looks.
Thor watches her leave the room with a small smiles as several thoughts go through his mind. She was good looking and well she hadn't shied from him when she saw his horns. He had also seen her furtive glances towards him when she was sure he wasn't looking. He leans back in his chair as he sigh deep in thought as the scene turns to commercials as the door closes.
The reporter, a small woman 5 foot 2 of Hispanic descent, looks at the man who had almost bumped into her. She was wearing black tank top, a pair low cut black jeans and a pairs of black tennis shoes. Her midnight black hair pulled back into a pony tail. She takes one look at the man and blinks seeing that he was the man she was to interview.
"Um sir sorry about that but do you have a few minutes I have a few questions for you."
"Sure I have a few minutes to spare."
Looks at her with a smile and then continues back towards his changing room.
She follows him down the hall her eyes glancing at his horns. She knew she was going to have a some what difficult staying focused on the interview.
"My name is Sandra. What are your thoughts on you up coming match?"
Thor arrives at his door and opens it. He leads the reporter into his sparely furnished dressing room. He sits at the desk in the corner and points to one of the near by folding chairs as he looks at her getting comfortable.
Sits down in the offered chair as shes looks at him.
"So what are your thoughts about your upcoming number one contenders match?"
"Well Sandra it is simply this. I WILL win the match. I have been in this position before and would have won had it not been for outside influence."
"Any specific thoughts your opponents?"
"As a matter of a fact I do. Prozac you have already had you run with the title and you lost it. Now you could have exercised you rematch clause but you passed that up. I may not understand you but as I proved last week I can beat you.
Calaz you have yet to put you money where your mouth is. You are constantly flapping your jaw about how you are the best in star in XVI. But why don't you have a title? I can tell you why, You AREN'T s good as you think you are. Oh and in the match this week you CAN rest assured no one is going to be taking it easy on you.
Corporal Punishment I can tell you this now I am not pretending to be anything. I am just not from around here. Go ahead and call me what the hell you want. It won't change anything when I am the one who wins the match."
Glances over at him as he speaks and takes in his features blushing a bit as she looks away. Well one thing was for sure this man sure had some looks to him.
"Any other questions?"
"Well not at this time Thor. Thank you for your time and enjoy your day."
Sandra gets up and then slowly walks out of the changing room. She was a bit shocked by his appearance. Well she have to talk to the other staff about why they hadn't warned about him. As she heads back to her office she as to fight back a blush as she thinks about his looks.
Thor watches her leave the room with a small smiles as several thoughts go through his mind. She was good looking and well she hadn't shied from him when she saw his horns. He had also seen her furtive glances towards him when she was sure he wasn't looking. He leans back in his chair as he sigh deep in thought as the scene turns to commercials as the door closes.
