Post by Justin Fischer on May 29, 2012 15:38:20 GMT -5
Justin looks up at London Williams and flashes her a big smile.
“You want me to look right here Sweetie?”
London blushes a little and nods
“Okay, just start asking whenever you’re ready….” He maintains eye contact with her the whole time.
London clears her throat, “So Justin, Tell us about your move to NYCCW.”
“Well as you know my long time friend Electra Stevens is on the roster here and after she told me sooo much about it, I just had to see for myself…” London doesn’t catch his sarcastic mocking tone.
“And how do you like it so far?”
Justin laughs. “I’ve had better welcomes, however you can’t please everyone. I really didn’t appreciate the close encounter with that brick wall on Saturday but I’ll live.”
London winces at her memory of the incident. “You really don’t like Drake Hunter….”
Justin leans forward a little and offers London a smirk. “Baby Doll, I have a theory that men like Drake Hunter often do not deserve the opportunities afforded them. He’s a champion only because his girlfriend rescued him. He only has Electra as a girlfriend because he was simply in the right place at the right time….”
London looks a little uncomfortable and tires to change the subject.
“So you have a submission match on Bright Lights this Saturday against Taufik. Do you have a game plan?”
Justin laughs again, shaking his head. “Game plan? Honey, Justin Fischer needs no game plan. Taufik will just be another name on the list of people I’ve squashed on my way to the top. He says submission is his speciality…okay bring it amigo. I have doubts, and I’m not impressed when the only match he’s had so far is throwing useless deadweight over the robe. Sure, I might have gotten knocked on Saturday, but I wasn’t prepared for that psycho. I will be next time. I was trained by a man with over 40 years experience in classic wrestling, not this entertainment shit, since I was 8 years old. I’ve won many championships over the years; just none of them have been in this genre of wrestling.”
London smiles, “Who trained you?”
Justin gives her a smile back. “The best there is, my father Thomas Fischer. He’s been training and wrestling since he was a kid even was in the Olympics. He taught me and my siblings everything we know.”
“Oh…’ London smiles slightly, embarrassed that she doesn’t know who the man is.
“Expect to see Taufik tap on Saturday, cuz I sure as hell ain’t.”
London closed up her interview and they started to pack up the equipment in the little interview room that London often used.
Justin came up behind her, “So London….” She startled a little and then giggled nervously. “Do you have plans tonight?”
Her cheeks instantly go red again. “No but I don’t….”
“Shhh…Baby Doll, you don’t have to hid your feelings from me. I saw the way you were checking me out. Why don’t I pick you up tonight and show you a really good time….?”
London continues to blush. Justin takes the opportunity to gently grab her chin and lift her face to inspect her almost healed nose. “Hmmm, I heard about that…looks like you won’t have any lasting damage. Rage is a no good woman beater. I plan on making him pay for a lot of things that he’s done in the past, I’ll add this to it. It’s good though, because you are the most definitely the sexiest woman here…”
London smiles and adds a giggle. “Okay, here’s my card. Call me.” She turns and runs to catch up with her crew and Justin uses the time to appraise her ass as she leaves. He flips the card between his fingers and slips it into his back pocket before turning the other way and whistles as he walks toward his locker room.
“You want me to look right here Sweetie?”
London blushes a little and nods
“Okay, just start asking whenever you’re ready….” He maintains eye contact with her the whole time.
London clears her throat, “So Justin, Tell us about your move to NYCCW.”
“Well as you know my long time friend Electra Stevens is on the roster here and after she told me sooo much about it, I just had to see for myself…” London doesn’t catch his sarcastic mocking tone.
“And how do you like it so far?”
Justin laughs. “I’ve had better welcomes, however you can’t please everyone. I really didn’t appreciate the close encounter with that brick wall on Saturday but I’ll live.”
London winces at her memory of the incident. “You really don’t like Drake Hunter….”
Justin leans forward a little and offers London a smirk. “Baby Doll, I have a theory that men like Drake Hunter often do not deserve the opportunities afforded them. He’s a champion only because his girlfriend rescued him. He only has Electra as a girlfriend because he was simply in the right place at the right time….”
London looks a little uncomfortable and tires to change the subject.
“So you have a submission match on Bright Lights this Saturday against Taufik. Do you have a game plan?”
Justin laughs again, shaking his head. “Game plan? Honey, Justin Fischer needs no game plan. Taufik will just be another name on the list of people I’ve squashed on my way to the top. He says submission is his speciality…okay bring it amigo. I have doubts, and I’m not impressed when the only match he’s had so far is throwing useless deadweight over the robe. Sure, I might have gotten knocked on Saturday, but I wasn’t prepared for that psycho. I will be next time. I was trained by a man with over 40 years experience in classic wrestling, not this entertainment shit, since I was 8 years old. I’ve won many championships over the years; just none of them have been in this genre of wrestling.”
London smiles, “Who trained you?”
Justin gives her a smile back. “The best there is, my father Thomas Fischer. He’s been training and wrestling since he was a kid even was in the Olympics. He taught me and my siblings everything we know.”
“Oh…’ London smiles slightly, embarrassed that she doesn’t know who the man is.
“Expect to see Taufik tap on Saturday, cuz I sure as hell ain’t.”
London closed up her interview and they started to pack up the equipment in the little interview room that London often used.
Justin came up behind her, “So London….” She startled a little and then giggled nervously. “Do you have plans tonight?”
Her cheeks instantly go red again. “No but I don’t….”
“Shhh…Baby Doll, you don’t have to hid your feelings from me. I saw the way you were checking me out. Why don’t I pick you up tonight and show you a really good time….?”
London continues to blush. Justin takes the opportunity to gently grab her chin and lift her face to inspect her almost healed nose. “Hmmm, I heard about that…looks like you won’t have any lasting damage. Rage is a no good woman beater. I plan on making him pay for a lot of things that he’s done in the past, I’ll add this to it. It’s good though, because you are the most definitely the sexiest woman here…”
London smiles and adds a giggle. “Okay, here’s my card. Call me.” She turns and runs to catch up with her crew and Justin uses the time to appraise her ass as she leaves. He flips the card between his fingers and slips it into his back pocket before turning the other way and whistles as he walks toward his locker room.
