Post by CYPHER on May 14, 2022 13:32:59 GMT -5
“Thanks so much for making the time, Cypher.”
The Superior Design sat in front of a camera in a small media room. Instead of his traditional black hoodie and jeans, he was wearing a suit and tie. His hair, normally hidden beneath the hood, stood to attention after having been assaulted with moose earlier.
“Uh, yeah, thank you.”
Cypher itched at his tie as he answered, the tight ribbon feeling like a noose around his neck. All of this was the work of Dot. His longtime girlfriend who upon hearing he was having a live TV interview had insisted that he ditch the hoodie and don a suit. From the moment he put it on he had detested the feel of the restricting material on his arms and legs.
Now, sitting in front of a live feed, he felt completely and utterly embarrassed. He hadn’t even wanted to do the stupid interview, but apparently media appearances were “part of his contract”.
CLASSIC OCW BAY BEE!!
“You’ve had an impressive week with some big wins against Veronica Strader in OCW, and Action Wrestling’s Lissie Hope…
Clips from both matches played in quick succession, beginning with his breakthrough victory over Vee Strader at Massacre…
~Veronica returns to her feet, holding her stomach. She sees the commotion and looks on...but, from behind, Dangerous Dan enters the ring. He pops to his feet with the TransAtlantic Title in his grasp. The crowd yells and points. Veronica turns around and BLAST!!! She gets SMASHED in the face by the title!!! She drops to both knees. Dan dives out of the ring, tossing the belt at Belvedere, knocking him back into his chair. He hops the barricade...Chris backs up, hands in the air. CYPHER turns around and he sees Veronica in the same position he left her...he runs, hits the ropes, bounces off and CUTSCENE!!!! Veronica collapses to the mat!!! CYPHER dives on top...Gruff is in for the count~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….CYPH3R!!!!!
Then his deeply personal destruction of Lissie Hope at XIII…
With a twisted grin, Cypher stands in Lissie’s face again, and in utter defiance, Lissie manages to scream. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THIS.” Cypher’s smirk distorts into a scowl, and he plants his lead leg, before delivering the huge BOOM HEADSHOT superkick right under her chin!
Nate Nytro: This is one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen.
Lissie’s head slumps down, and she’s knocked out cold. Cypher unshackles her from the ropes, and she collapses into a heap onto the canvas. Cypher spins her on her back, and makes the pinfall.
1…
2…
3.
The crowd is hushed in absolute silence as Cypher gets to his knees, looking down at the bloody and unconscious Lissie Hope crumbled on the mat.
“So tell us, what’s your secret? How have you managed to go from a, well I didn’t want to say this on air but, a NERD to a wrestler featuring in the main event?”
The reporter’s question caught him off guard. He was hoping for a few slow balls, some easy hit kind of questions first. Like, “Why are you so good?” “Could you teach ME how to wrestle?” “Do you want to have sex later?!”
“Well?”
Crap, he’d been staring off into space, thinking about his answer. There was no time for that on live tv. Fuck, fuck, fuck, just say something!
“Training…you know, lots and lots of, uh, training..”
“That’s interesting, I know you were trained by Rob Langdon, formerly Shadow Demon of NLWF and IWF fame for all those boomers out there…but you’re not so close any more, what happened there? Wouldn’t you need the guidance of a World Champion to become one?”
Cypher gazed into the camera like a deer in the headlights. This bitch had done her research and was trying to tease something controversial out of him.
He would have easily gone in on Rob, talking about all the reasons he had decided to abandon him, but he had promised Dot he wouldn’t say something that could get twisted by the media.
“Rob was a great trainer in my early days, but he has his priorities and I have mine.”
Damnit.
“Well it seems like one of your priorities is in OCW, she accompanied you out for your match at Massacre last week and took a belt shot in the face for it. Tell us, what’s going on with you and Alexandra Calaway?”
He smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted him to say.
“We’re great friends, she’s a hell of a wrestler, in fact this week I think she is gonna absolutely PWN Tony the Spider this week.”
“Come on, you know what I’m really asking here…is there anything going on between you two? There were a string of tweets between the both of you earlier this week that were, let’s just say, revealing.”
Cypher facepalmed.
Of COURSE they would put those tweets on live TV.
The night when he realised that drinking and tweeting didn’t go hand in hand.
Dot had scolded him in the morning, though at first he hadn’t even remembered what he’d tweeted, which made her even more upset.
“We just had a little bit of fun, nothing in that.”
The reporter laughed - one of those condescending, sarcastic kind of “yea bullshit” laughs.
“Well if you say so, don’t know if our viewers are going to see it the same way - but moving on, on Monday Night Massacre you’re taking on The Dirtbag Kid. Now we’ve had some of our viewers call in and say this is basically going to be like Cypher taking on himself, how do you respond to that?”
Then it happened.
After so many questions designed to paint him in a bad light, to make fun of him after a week of breakthrough victories…
Cypher snapped.
“Shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up. U know what? I never wanted to come on ur stupid program. All u do is dig shit up from our personal lives so u can ask ill-informed questions. Did u get a degree in looking a Twitter feeds? U whine about shit that doesn’t involve u so much ur probably a Lissie Hope stan. Alexandra and I have a sick as fuck professional relationship, we’re Hackerpocalypse and we’re going straight to the top, u hear me bitch? Yea she took a nasty shot but she can take it. She’s a strong woman, stronger than u. And when u see what I do to the Dirtbag Kid on Monday I hope u broadcast it all over ur pathetic channel, maybe then u’ll actually get some real “viewers”. The fact is ur talking to the next OCW Champion, whether u like it or not. That’s the difference between me and the Dirtbag Kid. I’m a contender, he’s probably a member of my Twitch Chat. So when u ask if we’re similar? I think that says more about u than it does about me.”
Cypher stood there, staring into the camera at the reporter with wild eyes. She looked flustered, stunned that someone actually stood up to her and her bullshit.
“Does that answer ur question?”
He sat down, loosening the tie from his neck, relieving the pressure that had built up over the course of the interview.
“Thanks for joining us, Cypher.”
“Yea, no problem.”
The feed cut off and he was suddenly alone. Cypher let out a loud sigh, and took out his phone. Already the messages and notifications were beginning to pile up, though one name in particular caught his eye.
Entity.
“Very impressive, Tyler...we’re sure Anna would be proud.”
Against his better judgment, he hit the “read more” button.
“Speaking of Anna. We know she’s important to you. That USB you took helped us learn all about her.”
“If you want to see her again, come and see us.”
The Superior Design sat in front of a camera in a small media room. Instead of his traditional black hoodie and jeans, he was wearing a suit and tie. His hair, normally hidden beneath the hood, stood to attention after having been assaulted with moose earlier.
“Uh, yeah, thank you.”
Cypher itched at his tie as he answered, the tight ribbon feeling like a noose around his neck. All of this was the work of Dot. His longtime girlfriend who upon hearing he was having a live TV interview had insisted that he ditch the hoodie and don a suit. From the moment he put it on he had detested the feel of the restricting material on his arms and legs.
Now, sitting in front of a live feed, he felt completely and utterly embarrassed. He hadn’t even wanted to do the stupid interview, but apparently media appearances were “part of his contract”.
CLASSIC OCW BAY BEE!!
“You’ve had an impressive week with some big wins against Veronica Strader in OCW, and Action Wrestling’s Lissie Hope…
Clips from both matches played in quick succession, beginning with his breakthrough victory over Vee Strader at Massacre…
~Veronica returns to her feet, holding her stomach. She sees the commotion and looks on...but, from behind, Dangerous Dan enters the ring. He pops to his feet with the TransAtlantic Title in his grasp. The crowd yells and points. Veronica turns around and BLAST!!! She gets SMASHED in the face by the title!!! She drops to both knees. Dan dives out of the ring, tossing the belt at Belvedere, knocking him back into his chair. He hops the barricade...Chris backs up, hands in the air. CYPHER turns around and he sees Veronica in the same position he left her...he runs, hits the ropes, bounces off and CUTSCENE!!!! Veronica collapses to the mat!!! CYPHER dives on top...Gruff is in for the count~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….CYPH3R!!!!!
Then his deeply personal destruction of Lissie Hope at XIII…
With a twisted grin, Cypher stands in Lissie’s face again, and in utter defiance, Lissie manages to scream. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THIS.” Cypher’s smirk distorts into a scowl, and he plants his lead leg, before delivering the huge BOOM HEADSHOT superkick right under her chin!
Nate Nytro: This is one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen.
Lissie’s head slumps down, and she’s knocked out cold. Cypher unshackles her from the ropes, and she collapses into a heap onto the canvas. Cypher spins her on her back, and makes the pinfall.
1…
2…
3.
The crowd is hushed in absolute silence as Cypher gets to his knees, looking down at the bloody and unconscious Lissie Hope crumbled on the mat.
“So tell us, what’s your secret? How have you managed to go from a, well I didn’t want to say this on air but, a NERD to a wrestler featuring in the main event?”
The reporter’s question caught him off guard. He was hoping for a few slow balls, some easy hit kind of questions first. Like, “Why are you so good?” “Could you teach ME how to wrestle?” “Do you want to have sex later?!”
“Well?”
Crap, he’d been staring off into space, thinking about his answer. There was no time for that on live tv. Fuck, fuck, fuck, just say something!
“Training…you know, lots and lots of, uh, training..”
“That’s interesting, I know you were trained by Rob Langdon, formerly Shadow Demon of NLWF and IWF fame for all those boomers out there…but you’re not so close any more, what happened there? Wouldn’t you need the guidance of a World Champion to become one?”
Cypher gazed into the camera like a deer in the headlights. This bitch had done her research and was trying to tease something controversial out of him.
He would have easily gone in on Rob, talking about all the reasons he had decided to abandon him, but he had promised Dot he wouldn’t say something that could get twisted by the media.
“Rob was a great trainer in my early days, but he has his priorities and I have mine.”
Damnit.
“Well it seems like one of your priorities is in OCW, she accompanied you out for your match at Massacre last week and took a belt shot in the face for it. Tell us, what’s going on with you and Alexandra Calaway?”
He smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted him to say.
“We’re great friends, she’s a hell of a wrestler, in fact this week I think she is gonna absolutely PWN Tony the Spider this week.”
“Come on, you know what I’m really asking here…is there anything going on between you two? There were a string of tweets between the both of you earlier this week that were, let’s just say, revealing.”
Cypher facepalmed.
Of COURSE they would put those tweets on live TV.
The night when he realised that drinking and tweeting didn’t go hand in hand.
Dot had scolded him in the morning, though at first he hadn’t even remembered what he’d tweeted, which made her even more upset.
“We just had a little bit of fun, nothing in that.”
The reporter laughed - one of those condescending, sarcastic kind of “yea bullshit” laughs.
“Well if you say so, don’t know if our viewers are going to see it the same way - but moving on, on Monday Night Massacre you’re taking on The Dirtbag Kid. Now we’ve had some of our viewers call in and say this is basically going to be like Cypher taking on himself, how do you respond to that?”
Then it happened.
After so many questions designed to paint him in a bad light, to make fun of him after a week of breakthrough victories…
Cypher snapped.
“Shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up. U know what? I never wanted to come on ur stupid program. All u do is dig shit up from our personal lives so u can ask ill-informed questions. Did u get a degree in looking a Twitter feeds? U whine about shit that doesn’t involve u so much ur probably a Lissie Hope stan. Alexandra and I have a sick as fuck professional relationship, we’re Hackerpocalypse and we’re going straight to the top, u hear me bitch? Yea she took a nasty shot but she can take it. She’s a strong woman, stronger than u. And when u see what I do to the Dirtbag Kid on Monday I hope u broadcast it all over ur pathetic channel, maybe then u’ll actually get some real “viewers”. The fact is ur talking to the next OCW Champion, whether u like it or not. That’s the difference between me and the Dirtbag Kid. I’m a contender, he’s probably a member of my Twitch Chat. So when u ask if we’re similar? I think that says more about u than it does about me.”
Cypher stood there, staring into the camera at the reporter with wild eyes. She looked flustered, stunned that someone actually stood up to her and her bullshit.
“Does that answer ur question?”
He sat down, loosening the tie from his neck, relieving the pressure that had built up over the course of the interview.
“Thanks for joining us, Cypher.”
“Yea, no problem.”
The feed cut off and he was suddenly alone. Cypher let out a loud sigh, and took out his phone. Already the messages and notifications were beginning to pile up, though one name in particular caught his eye.
Entity.
“Very impressive, Tyler...we’re sure Anna would be proud.”
Against his better judgment, he hit the “read more” button.
“Speaking of Anna. We know she’s important to you. That USB you took helped us learn all about her.”
“If you want to see her again, come and see us.”