Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 17:05:17 GMT
When the show returns from commercial, Kelsey Spencer comes into view pulling on her elbow pad as she power walks towards the gorilla position, her match being up next, and her cue is almost up. Just as she rounds the corner to enter the tunnel that leads to the steps that climb up onto the stage, she has to come to a sudden halt before crashing into a large mass standing in front of her. She pulls back, ready to apologize, but suddenly cuts herself short when she see's who it is she almost plowed into. Press crosses his arms over his chest, the PAW Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder. He eyes the woman for a minute, and then smirks a bit before leaning against one of the steel support beams that hold up the stage. Despite it's rating, it still groans under the massive man's weight, but he doesn't seem to notice as his focus is now completely on Kelsey.
PRESS: So, excited about the Main Event, huh?
Kelsey inhales sharply, indicating a hint of intimidation in the presence of the champion.
KELSEY SPENCER: Oh, yes! Very much, sir! Will you...be watching, by any chance..?
Press smirks again, and though his muscles tense a bit, the half casual smile he casts her is genuine.
PRESS: Well, darlin', it looks like you might be coming after my title, so yeah, i'll be watching.
Kelsey's head bows as she adjusts her wrist tape, her eyebrows furling a little with that nervous tic PAW fans have grown accustomed to.
KELSEY SPENCER: I'm honoured you'd take time out of your busy schedule to watch my match, but uhh...
She smacks her hand into her palm to test the tape. Seemingly satisfied with it, she glances back up at Press.
KELSEY SPENCER: ...I've been watching your matches since before I even got here. I've studied them.
While there's no doubt she respects everything Press has done for this promotion as its champion, there's a sense of snark in Spencer's tone. Perhaps Cross's influence? If Press feels any offense, he doesn't let it show, rather he continues to regard her with that lopsided smile.
PRESS: Well then, want some advice?
KELSEY SPENCER: Uhh... Advice?
Judging from her mannerisms, Kelsey certainly wasn't expecting that. For the most part, her PAW colleagues have been incredibly selfish. Her demeanour changes - her eyes light up and a slight smile appears on her face.
KELSEY SPENCER: I do..!
The smile he had been projecting faded, and a seriousness crept into his eyes.
PRESS: Target the lower back, the lumbar region. When I threw him from the ring at WICKED#5, it did damage to his L's. He may act like everythings fine, but I watch matches too. I know better. You soften that up, and he'll fold.
Kelsey's head shakes slightly as she ties her hair into a messy ponytail.
KELSEY SPENCER: Thanks for the tip, sir, but I've got my own strategy in mind.
Her eyes wander, coming to rest on the PAW Heavyweight Championship belt. She stares at it silently for a few moments, seemingly in a trance.
KELSEY SPENCER: That certainly is a beautiful championship...
She smirks, locking eyes with Press.
KELSEY SPENCER: ...and I'm gonna do everything in my power to make it mine!
The lopsided smile returns to the champion's face, and his eyebrows raise as he uncrosses his arms and pats the face plate of the title.
PRESS: I hope you do, Kelsey. I'd much rather it be you than Cross Recoba at Seven Deadly Sins.
KELSEY SPENCER: Then I won't disappoint you.
She flashes a confident grin at the champion - something we're certainly not used to seeing from her - before passing him on her way to make her entrance. Press grunts in response as he watches her go, his hands going to his hips as she clears the steps and gets into position. With a shake of his head, he makes his way to the monitoring station to watch the match.
PRESS: So, excited about the Main Event, huh?
Kelsey inhales sharply, indicating a hint of intimidation in the presence of the champion.
KELSEY SPENCER: Oh, yes! Very much, sir! Will you...be watching, by any chance..?
Press smirks again, and though his muscles tense a bit, the half casual smile he casts her is genuine.
PRESS: Well, darlin', it looks like you might be coming after my title, so yeah, i'll be watching.
Kelsey's head bows as she adjusts her wrist tape, her eyebrows furling a little with that nervous tic PAW fans have grown accustomed to.
KELSEY SPENCER: I'm honoured you'd take time out of your busy schedule to watch my match, but uhh...
She smacks her hand into her palm to test the tape. Seemingly satisfied with it, she glances back up at Press.
KELSEY SPENCER: ...I've been watching your matches since before I even got here. I've studied them.
While there's no doubt she respects everything Press has done for this promotion as its champion, there's a sense of snark in Spencer's tone. Perhaps Cross's influence? If Press feels any offense, he doesn't let it show, rather he continues to regard her with that lopsided smile.
PRESS: Well then, want some advice?
KELSEY SPENCER: Uhh... Advice?
Judging from her mannerisms, Kelsey certainly wasn't expecting that. For the most part, her PAW colleagues have been incredibly selfish. Her demeanour changes - her eyes light up and a slight smile appears on her face.
KELSEY SPENCER: I do..!
The smile he had been projecting faded, and a seriousness crept into his eyes.
PRESS: Target the lower back, the lumbar region. When I threw him from the ring at WICKED#5, it did damage to his L's. He may act like everythings fine, but I watch matches too. I know better. You soften that up, and he'll fold.
Kelsey's head shakes slightly as she ties her hair into a messy ponytail.
KELSEY SPENCER: Thanks for the tip, sir, but I've got my own strategy in mind.
Her eyes wander, coming to rest on the PAW Heavyweight Championship belt. She stares at it silently for a few moments, seemingly in a trance.
KELSEY SPENCER: That certainly is a beautiful championship...
She smirks, locking eyes with Press.
KELSEY SPENCER: ...and I'm gonna do everything in my power to make it mine!
The lopsided smile returns to the champion's face, and his eyebrows raise as he uncrosses his arms and pats the face plate of the title.
PRESS: I hope you do, Kelsey. I'd much rather it be you than Cross Recoba at Seven Deadly Sins.
KELSEY SPENCER: Then I won't disappoint you.
She flashes a confident grin at the champion - something we're certainly not used to seeing from her - before passing him on her way to make her entrance. Press grunts in response as he watches her go, his hands going to his hips as she clears the steps and gets into position. With a shake of his head, he makes his way to the monitoring station to watch the match.