Post by Tom Harper on Mar 29, 2017 18:04:47 GMT
The camera pans into a dressing room, belonging to Tom Harper. He sits at his desk groaning, with scars peppering his torso and a blood-stained t-shirt ripped up on the floor.
Cass Baumer: Uh…Tom? Is this a bad time?
Tom: No, no, not at all. Please, come in.
Cass: If you don’t mind, what’s with the scars and blood around here?
Tom: Well, to put it simply, the other guy didn’t like losing. Reeeally didn’t like it. After the match with Zooey West-Jaa, I came back to the room with the mask still on and Blood Red sort of started hurting himself. And by himself, I mean me. Some serious slashes later, he got tired and I managed to get him off. Not that I was sparing myself anything at that point, I may add.
Cass: What do you think went wrong with that match there? I mean, Blood Red’s a pretty beefy guy, who can take some punishment, but a 2-minute knockout?
Tom: I honestly can’t answer that. There’s some deep Japanese voodoo sh*t in the mask, and maybe they just forgot to sacrifice their children in time. On the inside, I felt like I was being eaten from the inside out. It really didn’t feel good. Like when you have a dicey breakfast burrito and it’s still trying to muscle its way through you at dinner. That bad.
Cass: Damn. That’s got me feeling kinda off now, I gotta say.
Tom: Not surprised there, my friend.
Tom leans forward on his chair, clearly in less pain. He looks in the mirror behind Cass, and checks his hair. He makes a small adjustment before frowning, spinning his chair around and applying some wax to fix his hair. His injuries have stopped leaking, and he is visibly happier now.
Tom: It honestly felt like me and Red were closer. Like we could feel each other’s moves. Not something I’d ever experienced before that match, and not something I’d like to repeat, quite frankly. That could explain his shock at how the attacks felt. That had him on the ropes for the first little while, and from there Zooey’s skill just outplayed him. I sure hope this losing behaviour doesn’t continue, because it’s gonna start taking its toll on my body soon, not just my rep.
Cass: If you manage to shake off these performance issues, do you think you can make an impact in FSociety?
Tom: Oh, definitely. If I’m MMA championship material, I dare say that I’m championship material here as well. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have some kind of metal held above my head, or around my waist. So far, this experience has been a journey for me, bringing me back down to earth. They say it’s never good to have a high opinion of yourself, but I never really appreciated that until now. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, right? Anywho, when I’m at my physical peak, and Red is on a good day himself, we are unstoppable. But for the last couple of weeks, we’ve not been on it at all, and we really have got to change that if we want to achieve anything here in FSociety. I really think that we’ve got something to offer, but it’s now just a case of getting off of the ground.
Cass: And what about your next match at Anarchy later this week?
Tom: Really, I just think that this match is a chance to do some practise work. I mean, Wulf, although he’s a prick, is undeniably talented. As much as I hate his guts, and will probably give him a bloodline after the match, we could do some damage out there. I’m really not sure how much of a chance Ally Morrow thinks she has, but she’s gonna come away from that match seriously injured and without a championship. I must admit, I saw that little no DQ tag and had a good ten minutes thinking of sick and twisted things that I could do to Ally Morrow with a kendo stick, and I’ll be sure to enact some of those things on her cold dead body. Also, I’m not quite sure how they decide who to give the championship to after we beat her ass, but I could see a bout between Erikson and myself on the horizon in that situation. I know we can beat her, but it’s simply a question of how long she can last before breaking. Blood Red will find a way to snap anyone given enough time, and this is an opportunity to test both Blood Red’s and Ally Morrow’s limits. The most I can ask of Wulf Erikson here is to soak up some punches, but otherwise he’s pretty useless.
Cass: Thanks for your time, Tom.
Tom: No problem.
Cass Baumer: Uh…Tom? Is this a bad time?
Tom: No, no, not at all. Please, come in.
Cass: If you don’t mind, what’s with the scars and blood around here?
Tom: Well, to put it simply, the other guy didn’t like losing. Reeeally didn’t like it. After the match with Zooey West-Jaa, I came back to the room with the mask still on and Blood Red sort of started hurting himself. And by himself, I mean me. Some serious slashes later, he got tired and I managed to get him off. Not that I was sparing myself anything at that point, I may add.
Cass: What do you think went wrong with that match there? I mean, Blood Red’s a pretty beefy guy, who can take some punishment, but a 2-minute knockout?
Tom: I honestly can’t answer that. There’s some deep Japanese voodoo sh*t in the mask, and maybe they just forgot to sacrifice their children in time. On the inside, I felt like I was being eaten from the inside out. It really didn’t feel good. Like when you have a dicey breakfast burrito and it’s still trying to muscle its way through you at dinner. That bad.
Cass: Damn. That’s got me feeling kinda off now, I gotta say.
Tom: Not surprised there, my friend.
Tom leans forward on his chair, clearly in less pain. He looks in the mirror behind Cass, and checks his hair. He makes a small adjustment before frowning, spinning his chair around and applying some wax to fix his hair. His injuries have stopped leaking, and he is visibly happier now.
Tom: It honestly felt like me and Red were closer. Like we could feel each other’s moves. Not something I’d ever experienced before that match, and not something I’d like to repeat, quite frankly. That could explain his shock at how the attacks felt. That had him on the ropes for the first little while, and from there Zooey’s skill just outplayed him. I sure hope this losing behaviour doesn’t continue, because it’s gonna start taking its toll on my body soon, not just my rep.
Cass: If you manage to shake off these performance issues, do you think you can make an impact in FSociety?
Tom: Oh, definitely. If I’m MMA championship material, I dare say that I’m championship material here as well. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have some kind of metal held above my head, or around my waist. So far, this experience has been a journey for me, bringing me back down to earth. They say it’s never good to have a high opinion of yourself, but I never really appreciated that until now. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, right? Anywho, when I’m at my physical peak, and Red is on a good day himself, we are unstoppable. But for the last couple of weeks, we’ve not been on it at all, and we really have got to change that if we want to achieve anything here in FSociety. I really think that we’ve got something to offer, but it’s now just a case of getting off of the ground.
Cass: And what about your next match at Anarchy later this week?
Tom: Really, I just think that this match is a chance to do some practise work. I mean, Wulf, although he’s a prick, is undeniably talented. As much as I hate his guts, and will probably give him a bloodline after the match, we could do some damage out there. I’m really not sure how much of a chance Ally Morrow thinks she has, but she’s gonna come away from that match seriously injured and without a championship. I must admit, I saw that little no DQ tag and had a good ten minutes thinking of sick and twisted things that I could do to Ally Morrow with a kendo stick, and I’ll be sure to enact some of those things on her cold dead body. Also, I’m not quite sure how they decide who to give the championship to after we beat her ass, but I could see a bout between Erikson and myself on the horizon in that situation. I know we can beat her, but it’s simply a question of how long she can last before breaking. Blood Red will find a way to snap anyone given enough time, and this is an opportunity to test both Blood Red’s and Ally Morrow’s limits. The most I can ask of Wulf Erikson here is to soak up some punches, but otherwise he’s pretty useless.
Cass: Thanks for your time, Tom.
Tom: No problem.
