[Cut backstage to intrepid reporter Blaze Crimson, standing in front of a DCWL logo. She appears unamused.]
BC: I really have to do this, don't I?
[Sigh.]
BC: Ladies and gentlemen, the first DCWL Dangerous Champion Derrick L. Ford.
[Derrick steps into frame, a wide smile beneath the brim of his white stetson hat. He is, otherwise, dressed for battle.]
DLF: Bet you thought you'd never have the pleasure of interviewing me again, huh?
BC: Thought? No. Hoped, however, is a different story.
DLF: Alright, alright. I'll take it from here, then.
BC: Knock yourself out.
[She shoves the mic into his chest and storms off set. Ford shrugs, addressing the camera with the mic.]
DLF: After the Ark, I made a vow that no one would ever take the Dangerous Championship away from me. As the first and greatest Dangerous Champion, the man who made that belt as coveted and revered as it is today, I knew I could not trust another man with the legacy I had created. Some called it foolish. Perhaps, but when your backup plan consists of a cushy six figure salary you can afford to have high standards. When Braddock beat me, I was happy to ride off into the sunset and leave Kyle Hayden to his sinking ship.
[He shakes his head, frowning.]
DLF: Despite my reserve status, I didn't think anything could bring me back. If Kyle came to me with a match, I told him to go to hell. I saw any meeting he called, including that pathetic display of an all hands meeting last show, as optional for a true VIP such as myself. No, despite our differences and despite my reserve status, it wasn't Kyle Hayden who caused me to show up at Devil Wears Lycra...it was American Freebear.
[A sneer.]
DLF: American Freebear is a disgrace. A disgrace to Southerners everywhere for his elitism and "progressive' stances. A disgrace to the Grand Championship for whining, not earning, his way to the top. A disgrace, most of all, for being the face of Kyle Hayden's hypocrisy.
[He points at the camera.]
DLF: Some of us busted our asses night in and night out to earn a shot at the Grand Championship. Me? My "shot" was taken from me because Kyle sent Jeffrey Marsh to make damn sure I wouldn't hold that belt. Yet you, Freebear, who had yet to win a one on one match of ANY kind here in the DCWL, were handed a Grand Championship opportunity based upon your...charm, I suppose. It certainly isn't for your talent, considering that you were given two chances to beat a man who wasn't good enough for a title shot and FAILED both times.
[The camera zooms in.]
DLF: So as much as I hate being told what to do by the likes of a "progressive" like Kyle Hayden, I'll make an exception just this once. It's the grandest stage in all of the DCWL. It's in the town that made this league famous. It's Cornerstone Revolution, an event deprived of my talents for far too long. I may not get that depreciated tin around your shoulder, Freebear, but rest assured Maurice Thompson will be thanking me later for my part in his victory. Bear Force One is about to be hijacked, one more time, by the greatness that is DERRICK! L!! FORD!!!
[With this, we cut back to ringside.]
BC: I really have to do this, don't I?
[Sigh.]
BC: Ladies and gentlemen, the first DCWL Dangerous Champion Derrick L. Ford.
[Derrick steps into frame, a wide smile beneath the brim of his white stetson hat. He is, otherwise, dressed for battle.]
DLF: Bet you thought you'd never have the pleasure of interviewing me again, huh?
BC: Thought? No. Hoped, however, is a different story.
DLF: Alright, alright. I'll take it from here, then.
BC: Knock yourself out.
[She shoves the mic into his chest and storms off set. Ford shrugs, addressing the camera with the mic.]
DLF: After the Ark, I made a vow that no one would ever take the Dangerous Championship away from me. As the first and greatest Dangerous Champion, the man who made that belt as coveted and revered as it is today, I knew I could not trust another man with the legacy I had created. Some called it foolish. Perhaps, but when your backup plan consists of a cushy six figure salary you can afford to have high standards. When Braddock beat me, I was happy to ride off into the sunset and leave Kyle Hayden to his sinking ship.
[He shakes his head, frowning.]
DLF: Despite my reserve status, I didn't think anything could bring me back. If Kyle came to me with a match, I told him to go to hell. I saw any meeting he called, including that pathetic display of an all hands meeting last show, as optional for a true VIP such as myself. No, despite our differences and despite my reserve status, it wasn't Kyle Hayden who caused me to show up at Devil Wears Lycra...it was American Freebear.
[A sneer.]
DLF: American Freebear is a disgrace. A disgrace to Southerners everywhere for his elitism and "progressive' stances. A disgrace to the Grand Championship for whining, not earning, his way to the top. A disgrace, most of all, for being the face of Kyle Hayden's hypocrisy.
[He points at the camera.]
DLF: Some of us busted our asses night in and night out to earn a shot at the Grand Championship. Me? My "shot" was taken from me because Kyle sent Jeffrey Marsh to make damn sure I wouldn't hold that belt. Yet you, Freebear, who had yet to win a one on one match of ANY kind here in the DCWL, were handed a Grand Championship opportunity based upon your...charm, I suppose. It certainly isn't for your talent, considering that you were given two chances to beat a man who wasn't good enough for a title shot and FAILED both times.
[The camera zooms in.]
DLF: So as much as I hate being told what to do by the likes of a "progressive" like Kyle Hayden, I'll make an exception just this once. It's the grandest stage in all of the DCWL. It's in the town that made this league famous. It's Cornerstone Revolution, an event deprived of my talents for far too long. I may not get that depreciated tin around your shoulder, Freebear, but rest assured Maurice Thompson will be thanking me later for my part in his victory. Bear Force One is about to be hijacked, one more time, by the greatness that is DERRICK! L!! FORD!!!
[With this, we cut back to ringside.]
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