Say My Name. Dance To My Music.
Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 1:07 pm
A defeat in your debut seemed like a bad omen. It was meant to showcase your abilities and start your career path on the right foot. Extremely pivotal when you're a dancer. But Johnny "Fandango" Curtis had squared off with another newcomer and they both couldn't be the victor. He was defeated by that filthy savage and wore the wounds of a fight lost. Bruises and such. He was sat against a wall in a hallway with a palm resting against the side of his head. He wasn't suffering from a any form of depression after that encounter. He was more upset that his perfectly styled hair had been disheveled for absolutely no reason. Looking a little tousled after a victory? Fine. But after a LOSS? Unacceptable. The worst had yet to be discovered. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto his sculpted body. Upon realizing this the man with impeccable rhythm was aghast. VILE. REPULSIVE. The life giving liquid was swiftly removed with a few strokes of a well sanitized moist towelette in an almost frantic manner. Beauty and grace was to be idolized. Anything ugly only existed to be stomped out with extreme prejudice. He swore that his next match would go smoother and he would not be left in such a disparaged state again.
Ever the ladies man, Fandango was adamant that his interview be conducted by a woman. Lilian Garcia. She was brought to the dance floor to conduct this talk. Bright colored lights and leather seats decorated the sleek club light atmosphere that had a permanent mood lighting. Lilian seemed skeptical about the location but what other location could possibly suit Fandango? He seemed to approach as if from out of nowhere. His open white dress shirt flowed majestically behind him and showed off the abs he worked so tirelessly on. Black leather pants? Check. Lilian was in his grip within a moment. Held by Fandango's strong arms with one hand resting on the center of her back. He was either about to dance with her of seduce her. Lilian actually looked into it as she bit down on her bottom lip. Fandango stared into her eyes and leaned in closer. He spoke in his dramatic, breathy tone.
| Fandango | Take off your clothes.
..And that promptly ended the interview. Either Fandango have moved too quickly or she was afraid that she was about to be molested. Or she was just a huge prude and unworthy of his charms. The answer may never be known. But she was now replaced by Todd Grisham. Fandango's shirt was now buttoned and his mood had soured.
| Todd Grisham | Fandango, you are set to face--
| Fandango | No. The way you say my name is distasteful. Refrain from uttering it again. Also? Tell whomever is in charge that I desire more female interviewers. The one you have currently lacks..everything I desire in a partner.
Even with Lilian gone, he still had a pair of his "FandanGirl" Dancers. A brunette in a blond in elegant, teal colored dressed that were posed beside him. They were fit and their outfits showed off a lot of their long legs. Todd surely would not be able to pronounce his name to his extravagant liking. No man could and very few women were capable of it either.
| Todd Grisham | I..can try? Uh. Your debut match last week was impressive but perhaps not the way you had envisioned it turning out.
| Fandango | That was not the match I had requested. I ordered a match against Aksana. A lovely, foreign woman would have made an amazing dance partner. I was ready to dance the night away with her. Exotic fantasies would have been fulfilled. She would have been stripped down and we would have danced under the moonlight. I did not request a match with that..horrible, dirty, unwashed creature. Tell me. Who is my opponent this week? Describe her to me.
| Todd Grisham | Well..uh..long hair.
| Fandango | Mm.
| Todd Grisham | From Scotland.
| Fandango | Exotic.
His interest was building
| Todd Grisham | Strong accent.
| Fandango | Go on.
| Todd Grisham | Tall.
| Fandango | Yes.
| Todd Grisham | Drew McIntyre.
| Fandango | NO.
Fandango was not at all pleased with this information and he scowled to show it.
| Fandango | That is NOT the match that I requested. My last opponent smelled as if he had never stepped into a bath. And now I'm being forced to compete against a criminal? I can the dirty underneath of his fingernails from miles away. His hair is unclean and squalid. Why am I being placed in the ring with these animals?
The lithe dancer girls began to gently rub Fandango's chest as a means to calm him.
| Todd Grisham | You're not asking to only compete against women are you?
| Fandango | No. I'm DEMANDING it. I have no interest in being in the ring with men. Brute strength. Mindless power. How trite. What is Drew Mcintyre here for? If he wins will he be granted a carton of cigarettes? Parole? I'm not here for him to try out one of his homemade shivs on my amazing body.
He began to dust his hands off. Just the thought of being in the ring with this prisoner made him want to take a hour long shower.
| Fandango | I'll do as I must. Why are the ugly so willing to be shamed repeatedly? It's probably a question that you deal with, Todd. McIntyre as well. He should have stayed locked up like the rat he is. I will remove this filth from my sight.
| Todd Grisham | Drew McIntyre strikes me as a very dangerous man.
| Fandango | Does he? You should ask Trent how dangerous I can be. He couldn't follow my lead and neither will McIntyre. If you've dealt with one hideous, long haired oaf, you have dealt with them all. I'm sure his mind is filled with nothing but barbaric concepts. I'm surrounded by brutes. Do you think he can move his body like this?
Fandango gave just a quick taste of world renowned gyrations.
| Fandango | I. Think. Not.
The girls cuddler closer to Fandango as he turns his head away and closes his eyes in quiet lament.
| Todd Grisham | And what will you do if your pay per view debut fares as well as your Warfare debut?
Fandango slowly turned his head in Todd's direction and began to glare. His dancers were giving him death stares as well.
| Fandango | I was not prepared for my opponent last week. But this is an entirely different manner. I am rose, Todd Grisham. Amazing to behold. But if you draw to close they will make you bleed. Drew McIntyre will bleed. Typically, I would not lower myself to such a standard. But for someone like him? I will make an exception. Sometimes it's the only way to truly make your mark. It will be a performance worthy of a standing ovation.
The brunette gently applied a soft cloth to Fandango's forehead while the blond meticulously swiped some dirt from his shoulders with a handy duster. It would be a disgrace to end an interview without looking fantastic.
| Fandango | I would advise him, however, not to get his horrible dog blood on me or any of my dancers. This, I assure you, would not end pleasantly for him.
| Todd Grisham | Thank you for your time Fan--
The female duo quickly pressed a pair of fingers against Todd's lips before he could butcher the pronunciation.
| Fandango | Shhh. Don't even try. You, Drew McIntyre and the entire EBWF will learn to say name my name soon enough. It's FAAAAAHHHHHN..DAHHHHHHN..GOOO.
The suspense educing name was uttered to complete perfection. Todd was waved away by the dancers and they turned their one hundred percent focus and attention back to the ballroom dancer turned wrestler. Grisham had been refused anymore of his presence and now so had the EBWF audience.
Ever the ladies man, Fandango was adamant that his interview be conducted by a woman. Lilian Garcia. She was brought to the dance floor to conduct this talk. Bright colored lights and leather seats decorated the sleek club light atmosphere that had a permanent mood lighting. Lilian seemed skeptical about the location but what other location could possibly suit Fandango? He seemed to approach as if from out of nowhere. His open white dress shirt flowed majestically behind him and showed off the abs he worked so tirelessly on. Black leather pants? Check. Lilian was in his grip within a moment. Held by Fandango's strong arms with one hand resting on the center of her back. He was either about to dance with her of seduce her. Lilian actually looked into it as she bit down on her bottom lip. Fandango stared into her eyes and leaned in closer. He spoke in his dramatic, breathy tone.
| Fandango | Take off your clothes.
..And that promptly ended the interview. Either Fandango have moved too quickly or she was afraid that she was about to be molested. Or she was just a huge prude and unworthy of his charms. The answer may never be known. But she was now replaced by Todd Grisham. Fandango's shirt was now buttoned and his mood had soured.
| Todd Grisham | Fandango, you are set to face--
| Fandango | No. The way you say my name is distasteful. Refrain from uttering it again. Also? Tell whomever is in charge that I desire more female interviewers. The one you have currently lacks..everything I desire in a partner.
Even with Lilian gone, he still had a pair of his "FandanGirl" Dancers. A brunette in a blond in elegant, teal colored dressed that were posed beside him. They were fit and their outfits showed off a lot of their long legs. Todd surely would not be able to pronounce his name to his extravagant liking. No man could and very few women were capable of it either.
| Todd Grisham | I..can try? Uh. Your debut match last week was impressive but perhaps not the way you had envisioned it turning out.
| Fandango | That was not the match I had requested. I ordered a match against Aksana. A lovely, foreign woman would have made an amazing dance partner. I was ready to dance the night away with her. Exotic fantasies would have been fulfilled. She would have been stripped down and we would have danced under the moonlight. I did not request a match with that..horrible, dirty, unwashed creature. Tell me. Who is my opponent this week? Describe her to me.
| Todd Grisham | Well..uh..long hair.
| Fandango | Mm.
| Todd Grisham | From Scotland.
| Fandango | Exotic.
His interest was building
| Todd Grisham | Strong accent.
| Fandango | Go on.
| Todd Grisham | Tall.
| Fandango | Yes.
| Todd Grisham | Drew McIntyre.
| Fandango | NO.
Fandango was not at all pleased with this information and he scowled to show it.
| Fandango | That is NOT the match that I requested. My last opponent smelled as if he had never stepped into a bath. And now I'm being forced to compete against a criminal? I can the dirty underneath of his fingernails from miles away. His hair is unclean and squalid. Why am I being placed in the ring with these animals?
The lithe dancer girls began to gently rub Fandango's chest as a means to calm him.
| Todd Grisham | You're not asking to only compete against women are you?
| Fandango | No. I'm DEMANDING it. I have no interest in being in the ring with men. Brute strength. Mindless power. How trite. What is Drew Mcintyre here for? If he wins will he be granted a carton of cigarettes? Parole? I'm not here for him to try out one of his homemade shivs on my amazing body.
He began to dust his hands off. Just the thought of being in the ring with this prisoner made him want to take a hour long shower.
| Fandango | I'll do as I must. Why are the ugly so willing to be shamed repeatedly? It's probably a question that you deal with, Todd. McIntyre as well. He should have stayed locked up like the rat he is. I will remove this filth from my sight.
| Todd Grisham | Drew McIntyre strikes me as a very dangerous man.
| Fandango | Does he? You should ask Trent how dangerous I can be. He couldn't follow my lead and neither will McIntyre. If you've dealt with one hideous, long haired oaf, you have dealt with them all. I'm sure his mind is filled with nothing but barbaric concepts. I'm surrounded by brutes. Do you think he can move his body like this?
Fandango gave just a quick taste of world renowned gyrations.
| Fandango | I. Think. Not.
The girls cuddler closer to Fandango as he turns his head away and closes his eyes in quiet lament.
| Todd Grisham | And what will you do if your pay per view debut fares as well as your Warfare debut?
Fandango slowly turned his head in Todd's direction and began to glare. His dancers were giving him death stares as well.
| Fandango | I was not prepared for my opponent last week. But this is an entirely different manner. I am rose, Todd Grisham. Amazing to behold. But if you draw to close they will make you bleed. Drew McIntyre will bleed. Typically, I would not lower myself to such a standard. But for someone like him? I will make an exception. Sometimes it's the only way to truly make your mark. It will be a performance worthy of a standing ovation.
The brunette gently applied a soft cloth to Fandango's forehead while the blond meticulously swiped some dirt from his shoulders with a handy duster. It would be a disgrace to end an interview without looking fantastic.
| Fandango | I would advise him, however, not to get his horrible dog blood on me or any of my dancers. This, I assure you, would not end pleasantly for him.
| Todd Grisham | Thank you for your time Fan--
The female duo quickly pressed a pair of fingers against Todd's lips before he could butcher the pronunciation.
| Fandango | Shhh. Don't even try. You, Drew McIntyre and the entire EBWF will learn to say name my name soon enough. It's FAAAAAHHHHHN..DAHHHHHHN..GOOO.
The suspense educing name was uttered to complete perfection. Todd was waved away by the dancers and they turned their one hundred percent focus and attention back to the ballroom dancer turned wrestler. Grisham had been refused anymore of his presence and now so had the EBWF audience.