OOC: Hi! Chao speaking.

Today we're going to be trying something a little different. We've created a thread for post match press conference comments! This is for everyone to make in-character reactions to their matches and the overall events of what transpired during Clash of the Cup. If this goes well and gets a positive reception, we'll start doing this after every pay per view.

With several reporters awaiting to hear from the superstars who participated in Clash For the Cup, the first man to arrive on the stage is General Manager, Indy Darling. Still in his stripped shirt and blue aviators, he nods in the direction of one reporter in particular.

JIM FROM ESPN8: Indy, what are your overall thoughts on the memorial tournament for you father? Are you pleased with the outcome?

INDY DARLING: One hundred percent, Jim. All four participants really showed the kind of heart and desire I was hoping for. I wanted to honor my dad and also give some of Proving Ground's hidden gems a chance to shine. No disrespect to Brandon Hendrix or Percival Burque, but I think Tara and Emmanuelle really delivered in their first main event for the brand. I'm not sure where either of them will go from here, but I'm looking forward to it as much as the rest of you.

He then nods his head at another reporter.

CAROL FROM YAHOO: What about the post-show tweet from Brandon Hendrix saying goodbye to Project: Honor?

INDY DARLING: I know that's a promise that Brandon made, but I'm really disappointed that he stuck to it. I admire him for putting it all on the line, but even in defeat I know there's more for him to accomplish here. We can only hope he has a change of heart.

And then another reporter...

FRITZ FROM GERMANY TODAY: What about the Grand Championship match? Any word on Mark Hunter's condition?

INDY DARLING: I'm obviously very disappointed in Swindle Shelldrake taking things as far as he did, but injuries in this business are all too common. Right now Mark is at a local medical facility as I promise we'll give an update as soon as we have one. For now, I sincerely wish him the best and I'll do everything in my power to help in his recovery.  Unfortunately, there are a lot of folks with things on their mind, so that's all I've got for you right now. Don't forget to tune in to Black Friday in two weeks and thank you all for coming.

With one half of the tag team championships still over his shoulder, Julius Fairweather walks onto the press stage.

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: What's up, motherfuckers? Hit me with a question...

JOEY MACKELROY FROM CENTRAL PORTLAND HIGH SCHOOL: How are you feeling about choosing Lil' Petey as your partner now that you've successfully defended the tag titles for a second time?

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: How the fuck do you think I feel, motherfucker? I'm goddamn ecstatic! That little shit held up his part of the bargain and we outlasted some tough motherfuckers out there. I've just got to convince him that we're The Motherfuckers and not The Mother Fuckers. That pause makes a world of difference.

CRYSTAL WARD: You've been an outspoken adversary of The True Society. If you hate them so much, why did you shake Slade Castle's hand?

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Just because I don't like the motherfucker's career choices doesn't mean I don't respect what he can do to an opponent. I shook his hand because he's a tough son of a bitch just like Valkyrie, Havoc, and the rest. I don't know how Arik managed to brainwash them, but I'm gonna keep hittin' all those motherfuckers until they've got some sense knocked into them!

LARRY KACHOW: So are you officially a member of Big Drip now? Cause I've been trying for a long time and I haven't gotten very far...

JULIUS FAIRWEATHER: Hmmm...I wonder why. To answer your question, I guess that's up to Petey and TJ. It never hurts to have someone watching your back around here, so I guess you can just call me The Shephard of Drip. If those crazy motherfuckers are gonna have my back, you can bet your skinny little ass that I'll be watching theirs too. Now I got shit to do and herb to smoke, so all you motherfuckers can start thinking of questions for your next victim. Until then, be cool or be gone...

An obviously disappointed Emmanuelle walks into the frame, slinging a chair near the press conference podium, the microphones nearby picking up her shrieking out an audible "FUCK!" as she makes her way over to speak. Tears of rage are flowing freely down her cheeks as she begins to speak, not bothering to take questions. 

Emmanuelle: I'm proud of what I did today. I'm proud of the effort that was given. I showed my fight, and my resolve. But...first is first and second is nowhere. But do you think I'm going to sit here and tweet a farewell? No. Do you think I'm going to quietly leave? No. I showed right there in that main event that I can compete with any fucking person in this company. I...I learned stuff today. This is not what I wanted, this is not what I planned today! I look forward to my future here in this company. It will be very, very bright. As for Tara, that's twice she's been able to deny me. It's not happening again.

She abruptly leaves, not bothering to take any questions from the gathered press. 

As the conference continues a large screen to the site plays a clip of a backstage crew chasing down Ozymandias, following his victory in that incredible Scramble match. The camera man gets a little too close, and with a sudden pause in his movement the Grand Champion let's the cameraman crash into him, tumbling over.

The camera lays on the floor, broadcasting an image sideways to the screen. That's when the Butcher of Reine lifts up the camera, so the lens is close to his face. With his left hand he holds the Grand Championship over his shoulder, with his right he is clutching the lens. His face, skin, breathing, all showcasing sings of the gauntlet he just went through.

OZYMANDIAS: Indy Darling... next time, send someone that can finish the job.

He grips the lens to hard it cracks, a distorted line now running across the image. Dropping the camera to the floor, we can only watch the boots of the Grand Champion as he walks away, laughing through his metallic mask.

Still sweating profusely despite his match occurring near the beginning of the night, Serrano Poblano walks onto the stage with his head hanging low. He plops down in a chair with a heavy sigh before looking out at the gathered reporters.

SERRANO POBLANO: I’m sure you all have lots of questions for me. Go ahead, but please take turns and refrain from shouting them out all at once.

Serrano looks around at the gathered reporters, expecting them all to start talking at once but...

crickets

SERRANO POBLANO: Okay...I guess I can start with a statement if you absolutely insist. I failed to become the Warrior Rising Champion. I failed my parents when they were butchered before my eyes by Lance Williams. I failed to win the Gatekeeper Championship. Now...I’ve failed to become the top female warrior in the company. I know it may come as a surprise considering how much all of you admire and respect me, but I’m starting to think the whole ‘combat chef’ thing was a bad idea. Maybe...maybe I should hang up my apron and focus on wrestling full time? What do you guys think?

He looks out to the reporters again, almost pleading to them for an answer with the best puppy dog eyes he can muster. One of them throws a paper cup of soda at him and it bounces off his head without so much as a flinch. His hair doesn’t budge at all.

SERRANO POBLANO: I understand that my natural heat is difficult to endure, but please don’t bother trying to cool me off. I should stop sweating by tomorrow night. So, do you guys have any questions...or maybe some career advice?

There is a loud snore from somewhere in the third row.

SERRANO POBLANO: Yeah, I’m as stumped as you guys are. Until something comes up, I guess there’s nothing I can do but show up at Black Friday and give it everything I can. Maybe...just maybe...my time will finally come…

LARRY KACHOW: Get off the damn stage already! You’re not even on the itinerary!

Serrano nods his head with understanding, his thoughtful frown still in place.

SERRANO POBLANO: Thank you for that, Larry. I’ll take it under advisement.

And with that, a disheartened Serrano slowly rises from his chair and meanders off stage.

Tara comes out onto the stage with the trophy in her arms before setting it on the table beside her. She has her head cocked to the side, still battered up from the two previous contests, but she pulls the microphone close. There are already reporters beckoning for the first question, but Tara orders their silence.

TARA FENIX: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Before I answer any questions, I would like to say first and foremost... Emmanuelle really brought it tonight, and I was happy to share the ring with her for the second time in what I believe really stole the night. That-- that's not sarcasm. Emmanuelle is one of the absolute baddest bitches I've ever been in the ring with. I'm happy to hear that she's not going anywhere, and as far as our third encounter goes... Anytime, anywhere, baby.

Tara blew a kiss at the camera directed to Emmanuelle.

TARA FENIX: Now questions. You?

Tara gestured to one of the reporters.

REPORTER #1: We saw a bit of a different attitude from you this evening. Do you care to explain what that was about?

TARA FENIX: Listen, I... I tried to be as respectful to everyone as I could. I tried to be as nice to everyone as I could, but every time that I was nice, it just led to people stepping on me. People taking advantage of me. I lost a best friend. All because I forgot what this business is about, all because I thought that we could show respect: the only person that matters at the end of the day is ME! I got to be the legend that I am by knowing who the fuck I am, and if it takes me having to slap some respect back into the faces of everyone as well as shatter some bitch's knee cap in a couple weeks, you can bet your ass that that's exactly what I am going to do! There's no need for me to show respect. I show up, the fans do. And that's just good for business.

A second reporter interjected.

REPORTER #2: That sounds like a shot at Atara--

TARA FENIX: It sounds like you need a fucking medal.

REPORTER #2: What would you have to say about her?

TARA FENIX: I would have to tell her to come to my neck of the woods, and I'll beat her even faster than I'm about to. But this isn't about someone calling me out, this is about Project: Honor, and this is about Clash for the Cup in which I--

Tara raised the cup up.

TARA FENIX: Am the fucking winner! I am first winner of the Clive Darling Memorial Cup, and I promised you, Ozymandias, that I am going to challenge you for the Grand Championship, and guess what? That's exactly what I am going to do! I said from day one that when I won this tournament, I wanted the Grand Championship, and more importantly, I wanted Ozymandias. I did my part, and he did his, so my title shot is going to be cashed in... and you are going to be looking at the brand new Project: Honor Proving Ground Grand Championship! That's all I have to say.

Tara takes up the cup and walks off the stage despite the reporters still shouting continuous questions.

Backdoor.

Wait, no. Backstage!

Lil Petey is surrounded by an unusual amount of reporters- I mean paparazzi, that are just asking him the most random questions.

PAPARAZZI #1: What really is your penis size?

PAPARAZZI #2: What’s it feel like to hold a Championship again?

PAPARAZZI #3: Hannah is the luckiest woman alive omgomgomg I would love to be her! How often do you give her the pipe?

PAPARAZZI #4: Are you really recruiting people into Big Drip Productions to take on True Society?

Finally Petey decided to speak up and stop them before it got too out of hand… even though it had right out of the gate.

LIL PETEY: Guys, guys, everyone slow your role! Whatchu wanna know? I got all the answers! Let’s start with… you four up front. I heard you loud and clear soooo; you! You asked me what my penis size was? Have I ever given a different answer? My finishing move is literally Micro Penis 3inches - MP3 for short. Gotta tell em your size up front so when they see it, you either told the truth or it’s bigger than they thought.

Lil Petey looked at the camera and pointed at it like a familiar emote we all know and love. Without taking his finger down, he moved his arm to point and look at the second paparazzi to ask a question.

LIL PETEY: Now, you! You asked what it’s like to hold a Championship again? It’s like I never lost it! Not just because I’m awesome, but because I’m always dripped down so much I’m a fuckin’ Champion without the belt. I stay fresh azimiz and just glad to have that motherfucker in my corner now too. Big pimpin’.

LIL PETEY: Omg girl up front hypin’ up my lady. Hannah makes me the luckiest man alive, I just try to keep up. And I give her the pipe as much as she wants it.

LIL PETEY: Okay last question for now because now I need to find my boo thang… you! You asked about this whole True Society thing, yeah? Well you saw what happened tonight and even before that I knew this was bigger than just a show or a couple people. These cult fucks are tryna take over and it’s time someone steps up. I usually stay in my lane and just vibe, but I’ve grown fond of this business and I ain’t lettin’ some dirty ass bitches mess that up. We’re just getting started. The Mother Fuckers defended the belts again a couple of hoes from True Society and the Danny Phantom marks, now it’s time for more. PETEY OUT!

Petey drops the metaphorical mic and walks away without looking back. He walks away so majestically that it almost looks like he’s glowing and making girls faint as he walks by.