With a mop of unruly brown hair falling over his forehead and a day's worth of scruff adorning his jaw, Stu-E embodied a casual ease that contrasted sharply with the high-energy chaos of his life. His eyes, a deep shade of hazel, gazed out the window at the passing urban parade, lost in thought and perhaps, a touch of daydream.
The door chimed as a new arrival burst in, an intrusion on Stu-E's moment of tranquillity. The hum of the coffee shop seemed to hush as the intruder approached, wielding a microphone like a weapon. A pushy reporter from TMZ, eyes gleaming with the anticipation of a scoop, closed in on Stu-E with the subtlety of a predator stalking its prey.
"Stu-E!" the reporter exclaimed, voice loud enough to turn heads in the cozy café. "Mind if I ask you a few questions about what's going on at HWA and the upcoming show?"
Stu-E sighed, a mixture of resignation and irritation. The sanctuary of Starbucks had been breached, and the tranquillity shattered. He glanced up, hazel eyes meeting the relentless gaze of the reporter.
"Can't a guy enjoy his coffee in peace?" Stu-E muttered, a rueful smile playing on his lips. His easy-going demeanour cracked just a bit, revealing the weariness that came with fame. Yet, he obliged, knowing that resistance would only fuel the fire.
“Are you looking forward to facing Matt Miller?” comes the first question, which caught him off guard as he was blissfully unaware of such a match being put to him. He takes out his phone, and realises he had his ring tone turned off, if he hadn’t then he would have known about the match some forty-two minutes previous.
“Well, I know he’s well up for a fight so of course I’m looking forward to it. I’m concerned how much he left of himself at Halloween Harvest because that match with Maniac was brutal. In comparison, I just had a standard walk in the park so going into it, even with the break from the pay-per-view I’m going to be in much better shape, so we’ll see what happens.”
“And what about his current situation with Jeremy?” asks the reporter, Stu-E rolls his eyes at first but the reporter is waiting for an answer, standing there like a puppy dog. “What about Jeremy and Matt?” Price asks back, shrugging his shoulders.
“Well, y’know…”
Price lets out a sigh, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, so move on or #### off. None of mine or your business, so speak to me like a professional instead of some bastard looking for dirt.”
The reporter takes out a pen and scribbles out a few lines in his notepad, he obviously had further lines set up but sensing Price’s mood, decided to avoid any sort of confrontation.
“Are you going to accept the chance of a rematch against Hans, once he’s fixed his issues?” Price smiles at this question.
“I shall fight him in France across the seas and oceans; I’ll fight with growing confidence and growing strength. We shall defend our careers whatever the cost may be; we shall fight on beaches, arenas, in stadiums, in streets and in bingo halls. We shall never surrender!”
Stu-E takes a sip of his cappuccino as the report leaps straight in. “HWA are going to France?!” Unfortunately, with that remark, Price chokes on his coffee, blowing frothy milk all over the reporter’s shirt.
“You silly bastard! I’m taking the mick out of you, that’s a Churchill speech! You idiot!”
He takes a couple of tissues off the table and hands them to the reporter to clean himself off.
“I think it’s pretty clear so far, I’ll fight anyone. So Hans is more than welcome to come back around again before he himself gets too old to do this gig…. Thinking of that… I’ve beaten Sean Parker, I’ve beaten Jeremy Branston Pickle, if I can beat Matt Miller then surely it should be me wrestling Red Dragon on his retirement tour!”
Stu-E jumps up from his table rather quickly, knocking the rest of his coffee on to the reporter.
“I need to go, you’ve just given me an idea!”
Price doesn’t give the reporter any time to respond as he exits Starbucks as the scene fades.
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