Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2022 8:25:27 GMT -5
With the show having ended, we'd find ourselves backstage as people eagerly await for the next person to arrive so that they could bombard them with a litany of questions ranging from the mundance to the potentially spicy.
Leonardo would stumble in, if only because he couldn't find his dressing room and instead walked headlong into the interview. Not wanting to look like he had no clue what he was doing, he took a seat all sweaty and nasty feeling still recovering from his match earlier.
What do people want to ask the artiste? he'd guess, purely in bluster.
A PR manager's intern was furiously pointing at her clipboard because Leonardo hadn't even been invited to this interview. Leonardo would ignore them and crack open a beverage he pulled out of a white plastic bag. But not before muttering his disgust at single use plastics.
Hello, I'm with the Super Wrestling Podcast Newsletter. Leonardo, what is your reaction to your first professional loss against Television Champion, Daron Smythe? A portly bespectacled person would ask the absent minded artiste.
Leonardo spat out his drink almost immediately after the question was asked.
Hold up for a second, who the hell even drinks lime?! he'd say in disgust as he grimaced at the sight of the can and tossed it aside on top of a pile of half-eaten cupcakes. Anyways, what was your inane question?
But before they could repeat, Leonardo blinked his eyes as if he recognized who was sitting in front of him and quickly raised a hand to cut him off.
I think I know you... Tell me, do you fashion yourself an art journalist? he asked, his voice loaded and more tense it had been in a while.
The journalist looked confused, glancing around to the others in the room who looked equally out of the loop of whatever Leonardo was on about.
Listen, 'Seltzer', I don't give a rotten easel about your ratings and you're a hack of an art critic. The fact you had the gall to give me minus five stars for "baby in a minefield" shows how much of a mindless drone are, unable to see true artistry by me and instead jumping behind all the trends that every other mouthbreathing miscreant purports as 'quality'. I know you gave Warhol 7.5 stars, purely because his art was hung in the louvre, but it's only a gogh-darned soup can. Even I could draw a gogh-damned soup can if you gave me some crayons right now...
The intern in the corner had stopped pointing at their clipboard and was now going through her hair with one hand and furiously sending texts to whoever was above her in the chain of command, knowing that Leonardo had been unleashed.
You might have the 'art marks' fooled, but not me, I am the biggest artiste this generation and it's about time you start putting me on the same level as Dali and Vermeer, in fact, just saying that those two delusional fools are on the same level is a disgrace on its own... So what do you have to say for yourself, 'David Seltzer', with your stupid little star ratings.
The beat writer seemed flustered and confused, scratching the back of his head and trying their best to answer the completely random tangent the artist had gone on.
Uhm, I think you might have me confused with someone else... I'm David Neltzer, I report on wrestling, not on artistry. he replied calmly.
Leonardo's eyes would grow wider, and looking completely offended he'd stand up from his chair and try to flip the table... After a few seconds of failing to tip it over, he simply grunted in frustration and pointed at the journalist.
This isn't over, Seltzer! he threatened, before stomping out of the interview room...
Leonardo would stumble in, if only because he couldn't find his dressing room and instead walked headlong into the interview. Not wanting to look like he had no clue what he was doing, he took a seat all sweaty and nasty feeling still recovering from his match earlier.
What do people want to ask the artiste? he'd guess, purely in bluster.
A PR manager's intern was furiously pointing at her clipboard because Leonardo hadn't even been invited to this interview. Leonardo would ignore them and crack open a beverage he pulled out of a white plastic bag. But not before muttering his disgust at single use plastics.
Hello, I'm with the Super Wrestling Podcast Newsletter. Leonardo, what is your reaction to your first professional loss against Television Champion, Daron Smythe? A portly bespectacled person would ask the absent minded artiste.
Leonardo spat out his drink almost immediately after the question was asked.
Hold up for a second, who the hell even drinks lime?! he'd say in disgust as he grimaced at the sight of the can and tossed it aside on top of a pile of half-eaten cupcakes. Anyways, what was your inane question?
But before they could repeat, Leonardo blinked his eyes as if he recognized who was sitting in front of him and quickly raised a hand to cut him off.
I think I know you... Tell me, do you fashion yourself an art journalist? he asked, his voice loaded and more tense it had been in a while.
The journalist looked confused, glancing around to the others in the room who looked equally out of the loop of whatever Leonardo was on about.
Listen, 'Seltzer', I don't give a rotten easel about your ratings and you're a hack of an art critic. The fact you had the gall to give me minus five stars for "baby in a minefield" shows how much of a mindless drone are, unable to see true artistry by me and instead jumping behind all the trends that every other mouthbreathing miscreant purports as 'quality'. I know you gave Warhol 7.5 stars, purely because his art was hung in the louvre, but it's only a gogh-darned soup can. Even I could draw a gogh-damned soup can if you gave me some crayons right now...
The intern in the corner had stopped pointing at their clipboard and was now going through her hair with one hand and furiously sending texts to whoever was above her in the chain of command, knowing that Leonardo had been unleashed.
You might have the 'art marks' fooled, but not me, I am the biggest artiste this generation and it's about time you start putting me on the same level as Dali and Vermeer, in fact, just saying that those two delusional fools are on the same level is a disgrace on its own... So what do you have to say for yourself, 'David Seltzer', with your stupid little star ratings.
The beat writer seemed flustered and confused, scratching the back of his head and trying their best to answer the completely random tangent the artist had gone on.
Uhm, I think you might have me confused with someone else... I'm David Neltzer, I report on wrestling, not on artistry. he replied calmly.
Leonardo's eyes would grow wider, and looking completely offended he'd stand up from his chair and try to flip the table... After a few seconds of failing to tip it over, he simply grunted in frustration and pointed at the journalist.
This isn't over, Seltzer! he threatened, before stomping out of the interview room...