While most SCW stars were looking forward to getting out of Eureka, California as quickly as they could to be home with their friends and family, SCW's latest signing was not. Alex Rush sits in the hotel lobby of the Best Western Plus Bayshore Inn, dressed in leather pants with a studded belt, and a black T-shirt with a union jack looking like it's painted on the front, and black scarf tied around his head. Alex sits at a table on his own, looking around at the early morning hotel guests moving past him. Pussy Willow rushes over to him, followed by a camera crew.
Pussy: Alex Rush...
Alex stands up, his eyes on Pussy's ample bosom.
Alex: Funny that, that's my name too.
Alex runs his tongue along his lips, his eyes fixated on her chest.
Alex: Which one do you want me to sign? The left or the right.
Pussy: No, I...
Alex puts a finger up to the direction of Pussy Willow's lips.
Alex: Listen love, it's a bit early for me to come get my end away with ya, because I'm meant to be here meeting someone to talk business, but if ya come back in like half an hour, we'll find a haystack to have a right good roll around in.
Pussy clears her throat, putting her hand under Alex's chin and raising it so his eyes can meet her gaze.
Alex: Not the best pair of something I've seen today but your eyes run a close second, you bangers there just about win though.
Pussy: I'm Pussy Willow and I'm here to interview you for SCW.
Alex raises an eyebrow has the left side of his lip curls upwards.
Alex: I knew a dolly bird called Pussy once. She was a stripper called Pussy Galore, do ya know her?
Pussy: No.
Alex: Shame, she did this top trick with ping pong balls, made ya wonder where she kept them all.
Pussy: Well I was sent his by Christian Underwood to sit down and do your first official interview for SCW.
Alex: All right then, rest ya bum over there.
Alex points to a chair opposite him and Pussy moves around the table, sitting opposite Alex as he retakes his own seat. He looks at Pussy with his hands pressed together and his head tilted.
Alex: So what shall we talk about? Politics? Science? Geography? Did you know there was a town just down the road from here called Weed?
Alex turns his head to the camera, looking straight down it.
Alex: I shit you not, it's a real place, look it up.
Alex turns his head back to Pussy.
Pussy: I wanna talk about you.
Alex points both his thumbs to himself.
Alex: Moi? That's me favourite subject.
Pussy: What made you want to make the move from music to wrestling?
Alex twirls his hair around in his finger.
Alex: Boredom.
A confused look appears on Pussy's face.
Pussy: Boredom?
Alex: Nah, I'm just kidding. I never get bored, I mean how can you get bored shagging around from town to town and getting pissed up for free? I wanted to be a wrestler because it's an art form, and I like art. You have to be focused and me manager says I'm the least focused person on earth.
Alex turns his head as three women walk past, his eyes instantly moving to their rear ends. He points to the middle one, than once to her left, then the one on the far right.
Alex: 1 pint, 3 pints, and a bottle of scotch.
Pussy looks bemused.
Pussy: What?
Alex: It's me rating system on how much I'd need to drink to do the nasty with them. Anyway, what was you saying?
Pussy: You was saying that your manager thinks you're the most unfocused person on earth.
Alex: Yeah, not sure where he gets that idea from.
Alex looks again at the women as they exit the hotel.
Alex: Defo 1 pint, 3 pints and a bottle there.
Alex turns back towards Pussy, once again putting his hands together.
Alex: But yeah, you need to be so focused in wrestling or the chap you're in the ring with might drop ya on ya nut and I've been dropped on me head a few times and it bloody hurts. He said more focus would make me a better person and I always liked wrestling. It makes perfect sense for me to be here.
Pussy: None of that really makes sense.
Alex: That's a shame.
Pussy: Ummmm, ok. What's your first impressions of SCW?
Alex nods his head slowly as if to contemplate the answer.
Alex: My first impressions is that it's a wrestling company.
Pussy shoots a desperate look towards her shrugging cameraman, before looking back to Alex.
Pussy: I see you're making friends already.
Alex: I am, who with?
Pussy: With Travis Nathaniel Andrews.
A serious look crosses Alex's face as he waves a finger in front of Pussy.
Alex: Oh no, for what he did, he's not a friend. I think he's a complete and utter wanker.
Pussy closes her eyes and inhales sharply.
Pussy: That was meant to be tongue in cheek.
Alex raises his eyebrows rapidly.
Alex: You like tongue in ya cheeks? You naughty, naughty girl.... I like it.
Pussy chooses to ignore Alex's blatent innuendo and decides to push on with the interview.
Pussy: Have you gone out of your way to get to know your new co-workers?
Alex: Yes, I followed them all on Twitter.
Pussy: That's it?
Alex: Yes, that is it. You learn a lot about people when they're tweeting away.
Pussy: What have you learned about your fellow co-workers?
Alex: That they moan more than a pornstar faking a big finale. I do like some of them because they're plain weird and weird is good.
Pussy: Well you make your debut on Sunday against Chris Burden. What have you learned about him?
Alex: That he doesn't have Twitter.
Pussy slaps her own head, shaking it slowly.
Alex: He probably don't have a phone or something.
Pussy looks up, opening her eyes and looking at Alex with a look of disbelief on her face.
Pussy: Why wouldn't he have a phone?
Alex: Maybe he's Amish. I knew a fella that was Amish, name was Hamish.... Wait, maybe him name was Amish and he was Hamish. Never could remember.
Another look of disbelief crosses her face.
Pussy: Is that all you know?
Alex: That is not all I know. I have this thing called Google right and it says that the fella likes to have a pint or fifteen and I can respect that, cause I like a few cold ones for breakfast at times, and that I think he's also a ninja or something cause he likes to kick people a lot. It's a shame I have to face him, cause I like drinking and I wanted to be like a ninja when I was a kid and he seems like a drunk ninja, and a drunk ninja would be cool love. Could you imagine throwing a death star thing when you've had a few? You don't think he'll bring death stars, do ya?
Pussy slowly shakes her head.
Pussy: I wouldn't have thought so.
Alex: Oh good, cause that would not be fun if I gotta dance around ninja death stars. Doesn't matter anyway because this is the classic story of good Vs evil cause I'm the good guy and he's the bad guy and the good guys always win anyway. Good guys come out on top all the time and I love being on top... Not on a dude but I will be on top of this dude so hard... Wait, that didn't sound right.
Alex frowns
Alex: I'm sure you all know what I mean. Moving swiftly on. I know what that fella with the stupid face who came down and kicked me on Sunday meant about being a real wrestler, but I'm gonna prove I'm a real wrestler and when I win this match, I want him to come to the ring so I can kick him in the teeth and poke me tongue out at him cause real wrestlers have to start somewhere and I'm gonna start by beating this Chris Burden fella just to show the world that I can, and it would look super cool of me.
Alex looks Pussy up and down.
Alex: Anyway, now we spoke about me and how I'm gonna win me match, how about we find ourselves that haystack?
Pussy rolls her eyes and sighs before stand up and walking away from Alex as he look down the camera before it fades.
Alex: I think she likes me.
