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Breaking the Walls Down; Aftermatch interview with Crowley
Topic Started: Feb 2 2006, 11:49 AM (57 Views)
Aiden Crowley
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|| It was the end of the match between Chris Jericho and Aiden Crowley. Looking around nervously, an NGPW Interviewer would be awating around the back. As those velour curtains parted, a sweaty Aiden Crowley would step through, face concealed by a hood. With a look of disgust on his face, he would rest both elbows on his hips, stopping short of the interviwer. The camera would then zoom in to the two men, Aiden still staring at the floor. Shaking his head, Crowley would finally look up to the geekish man, moving sweaty strands from his vision. Iris' of azure glaring at the interviewer as he tried to catch his breath. ||

Interviewer: That was a well fought match, Aiden. Unfortunately you didn't come out on top. How do you feel about that?

Aiden Crowley:....That's Mr. Crowley to you...What a stupid question that was to ask. How do you think I feel?

Interviewer:Well.. I just thought th--

|| Before the man could finish, Aiden would cut him off.... ||

Aiden Crowley: No, shut up. You didn't think anything. Tonight I stepped into the ring with a veteran, Chris Jericho. He's been in the ring for what? 10 years? He had the experience over me, but what I lack in experience I make up for in talent. Something he doesn't have. Look, that's not the point. He may have beaten me but I'm sure he's having a concussion right about now. Do you know who gave him that concussion? I did. I walked away scratch free...I mean maybe I lost, so what? This won't be the last time I go face to face with Jericho, I assure you. A rookie of just a few months gave him head traumas...I'm that rookie...

|| The interview would raise the mic back up to ask another question only to stop, looking over. The camera shifted to another direction as the NGPW Womens Champion, Trish Stratus would come over to the two. Handing Crowley a black towel and a bottle of water, she would whisper a few things into his ear. Raising his head back up to the interviewer, the questions would once again follow. ||

" Well, Mr. Crowley... I have to ask. What is the connection between you and the Women's Champion? Out of nowhere she follows you out to the ring, cheering you on. I'm not sure management knew of this. "

" Does it Matter? Why do I have to tell you or anyone else what I'm doing? "

" Well, um...No, I guess. But -- "

" No, shut up. Do you know why? I don't really think it's any of your business. Don't give me that 'oh but the fans want to know' BS...They can eat shit and die. I don't care about them. It's none of their business.... "

" Well, Mr. Crowley. If opted the chance to go back against Chris Jericho, would you accept it? "

" Of course. He may have beaten me, but it was just by the hairs of his Canadian ass. Any place, any time, any stip'. I'd be willing to face Y2J again. I mean, he lives in the same state as me. I'm sure he'd pack his shit up and get out when I show him why he doesn't belong in New York... "

" I see...Is there anything else you'd like the crowd to know? For Chris Jericho to know? "

|| At this point the camera would zoom in on Aiden's lowered head. Raising it, he'd look right into the focus point, jerking that hoodie from his head. Taking a step or two closer, Crowley would point at the camera. ||

" Chris Jericho. I may not have gotten pinfall on you, but you also suffered a concussion. I am walking, you are limping. So when you look at it I just weakened you up. The next fight, I'll weaken you more. Even if I don't win...I will hurt you. I will turn you to ashes. More and more as we face off, I will make nothing out of you. So as time goes by...Even if I never get a pinfall on you. I'll have won. You will eventually have to retire and I'll carry on...You will fall because all that I am doing is....Breaking....Your....Walls...Down. "

" Thank you for your time, Mr. Crowley. "

|| Holding his silence, Crowley would look down. That camera angle would then zoom down to the shoes of NGPW's nameless interview before cutting back to Crowley. With that, He would spit right down onto the shoes of his interviewer. At that, the cameraman got closer to Aiden only to have his palm clasped over the lens, shoving it backwards. He would then shake his head again, turning away from the camera to mutter words of disgust. His eyes would then gaze back as the floor as Aiden Crowley continued towards the locker rooms, Trish Stratus following. ||
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