Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 3:27:50 GMT -5
Sitting at a typewriter, yes, a typewriter, our scene opens up inside of a small room which has a cot, a lantern for light and several large wooden crates which fill the rest of the room. With the camera rocking back and forth, it's obvious that we are not on a flat surface but on something unstable. Removing his baby blue eyes from off of the typewriter, we realize that it's not Stevenson, instead it's Mark Robertson with a big smile on his face.
Robertson: To say that there's a boatload of talent in this match is a HUGE understatement because there's more than that. You have every kind of athlete in this match, all looking to achieve the same thing and I don't have to tell anyone that only one person will walk out with the honors of a victory.
Now despite the fact that we have a lot of talented individuals, needless to say, we don't have a lot of SMART individuals and I would say that I am surprised but I'm not because nobody is as smart as my client, Mr. Stevenson!
Taking a moment to pause, Mark thought about everything that has been said so far and the first thing that comes to mind immediately makes him shake his head in disappointment and simply facepalm.
Robertson: The one thing that always seems to get me the most is when some guy who has a chip on his shoulder says that my client needs to beat him in-order to validate his career.
Really?
So you're telling me that everything my client has done since 2005 means absolutely nothing unless he beats you Amis?
Blinking three times consecutively like one of those confused Anime characters, he snaps out of his dumbfounded like state and continues to speak.
Robertson: You know Amis, I really want to like you but you make it really hard when you say asinine things like that. But I have been around this business a long time so I pick up on things quickly and do you want to know what I think is going on?
Your focus isn't entire rely on the AWE, now is it? I mean, you just got done having a great end of the year over in EWC and hey, congratulations on that, you definitely earned it but why do you have to be so bitter here? Huh?
Is it because you think that if you sound like a bad ass that everyone will cower down in fear? No? Is it because you know deep down that you're not going to walk out of Massacre with the victory?
With a very arrogant smile expressed along his face, he nods his head slowly simply rubbing it in to piss Amis off even more.
Robertson: Yeah, that's EXACTLY what I thought Amis and you know what kid? I don't blame you, it's really hard to know that you're going to give it your all only to falter but that's what you're going to do and like it or not, you're going to do it at the expense of my client, Mr. Stevenson!
But don't feel bad because the same thing is going to happen to Sinister and Benny as well. I mean, hell, I understand that you're pissed off that you're off to a rocky start but really: who's fault is that?
Shrugging his shoulders while intentionally adding fuel to the fire, this makes Mark smile as he knows Amis will be livid.
Robertson: It’s not OUR fault so calm your tits down, eat some chocolate and take a Midol because it will remove those cramps and pains that you obviously have going on down there.
Trying to hide back his laughter, he places his hands over his mouth like an “oops” moment just happened when in reality? He did it on purpose and it shows.
Robertson: Anyway, now that we know just how bad previews piss you off, let me ask you a question, how are you going to take it when my client not only eats your Dream Eater but then implants your ass through the canvas with an HT3, huh? How are you going to take it when you wake up, your eyes all blurry and catching up only to realize that not only did you lose but that you were there the weakest link as well?
Are you going to throw things? Are you going to storm the backstage area throwing another hissy fit or are you going to man up and accept the fact that my client? He was ALWAYS destined to walk out of this match as the winner whether you like it or not.
So go ahead, keep crying about things that don't matter because when you hear the opening bell? You won't hear the closing bell because my client, the HIGHEST paid and most decorated athlete here? He’s going to add another blemish to that record Amis, you can count on that!
Nodding his head in confidence, he knows what's going to happen, even if the others refuse to acknowledge it. Suddenly some swirling red lights go off indicating that there's some sort of trouble on the ship. Slowly exiting his small room, he walks through the boat and takes one step off of the boat on to the dock as this makeshift, crappy little cardboard Titanic begins to sink to an iceberg that looks like a combination of Benny and Sinister, a large puppet deepthroating the cardboard Titanic while its arm, tentacle things flail around retarded like.
Shaking his head, he just walks off as Benny’s iceberg is bound to get a few laughs.
Robertson: To say that there's a boatload of talent in this match is a HUGE understatement because there's more than that. You have every kind of athlete in this match, all looking to achieve the same thing and I don't have to tell anyone that only one person will walk out with the honors of a victory.
Now despite the fact that we have a lot of talented individuals, needless to say, we don't have a lot of SMART individuals and I would say that I am surprised but I'm not because nobody is as smart as my client, Mr. Stevenson!
Taking a moment to pause, Mark thought about everything that has been said so far and the first thing that comes to mind immediately makes him shake his head in disappointment and simply facepalm.
Robertson: The one thing that always seems to get me the most is when some guy who has a chip on his shoulder says that my client needs to beat him in-order to validate his career.
Really?
So you're telling me that everything my client has done since 2005 means absolutely nothing unless he beats you Amis?
Blinking three times consecutively like one of those confused Anime characters, he snaps out of his dumbfounded like state and continues to speak.
Robertson: You know Amis, I really want to like you but you make it really hard when you say asinine things like that. But I have been around this business a long time so I pick up on things quickly and do you want to know what I think is going on?
Your focus isn't entire rely on the AWE, now is it? I mean, you just got done having a great end of the year over in EWC and hey, congratulations on that, you definitely earned it but why do you have to be so bitter here? Huh?
Is it because you think that if you sound like a bad ass that everyone will cower down in fear? No? Is it because you know deep down that you're not going to walk out of Massacre with the victory?
With a very arrogant smile expressed along his face, he nods his head slowly simply rubbing it in to piss Amis off even more.
Robertson: Yeah, that's EXACTLY what I thought Amis and you know what kid? I don't blame you, it's really hard to know that you're going to give it your all only to falter but that's what you're going to do and like it or not, you're going to do it at the expense of my client, Mr. Stevenson!
But don't feel bad because the same thing is going to happen to Sinister and Benny as well. I mean, hell, I understand that you're pissed off that you're off to a rocky start but really: who's fault is that?
Shrugging his shoulders while intentionally adding fuel to the fire, this makes Mark smile as he knows Amis will be livid.
Robertson: It’s not OUR fault so calm your tits down, eat some chocolate and take a Midol because it will remove those cramps and pains that you obviously have going on down there.
Trying to hide back his laughter, he places his hands over his mouth like an “oops” moment just happened when in reality? He did it on purpose and it shows.
Robertson: Anyway, now that we know just how bad previews piss you off, let me ask you a question, how are you going to take it when my client not only eats your Dream Eater but then implants your ass through the canvas with an HT3, huh? How are you going to take it when you wake up, your eyes all blurry and catching up only to realize that not only did you lose but that you were there the weakest link as well?
Are you going to throw things? Are you going to storm the backstage area throwing another hissy fit or are you going to man up and accept the fact that my client? He was ALWAYS destined to walk out of this match as the winner whether you like it or not.
So go ahead, keep crying about things that don't matter because when you hear the opening bell? You won't hear the closing bell because my client, the HIGHEST paid and most decorated athlete here? He’s going to add another blemish to that record Amis, you can count on that!
Nodding his head in confidence, he knows what's going to happen, even if the others refuse to acknowledge it. Suddenly some swirling red lights go off indicating that there's some sort of trouble on the ship. Slowly exiting his small room, he walks through the boat and takes one step off of the boat on to the dock as this makeshift, crappy little cardboard Titanic begins to sink to an iceberg that looks like a combination of Benny and Sinister, a large puppet deepthroating the cardboard Titanic while its arm, tentacle things flail around retarded like.
Shaking his head, he just walks off as Benny’s iceberg is bound to get a few laughs.