Post by Matt on Apr 24, 2017 1:33:44 GMT
[Off Cam]
You know the best part about circles? They’re complete, there’s nothing to add, no surprises, just a straight line looping over and over, an absolute. That’s the way my life has been lately and while sure, there are all of these benefits to living on a circle, it’s not who I want to be. Not anymore. I’ve been waiting for things to change, hoping they would, but that just doesn’t seem to be in the cards, so it’s time I stop circling around and get off. No more going through the same motions with the same people. That’s all it’s going to be, it’s been made clear to me now. I’m breaking the chain, as it were, and moving on with my life. Time to be a three-dimensional shape, or better yet, a real person. But one step at a time, and the first step is to stop thinking about her.
[Off Camera, April 19th, 2017]
“Yes, yes, I know, I’m great. The best, even, you could say.” We come in on Matt Stone sitting at a table with a large stack of pictures of himself and a rather long line up of people looking to meet him and get his autograph. Matt was wearing his usual attire for meet-and-greets, his own brand of T-shirt which they were selling off to the left of him and a pair of black athletic shorts, which reflected just how hot it was in Memphis today. His outfit probably took him all of two minutes to prepare, but the pièce de résistance was his hair, which he had spent at least an hour making sure was just right. You never know who you could meet on this things, maybe someone sane. He looked at the kid hopefully for a few moments, as if actually expecting him to repeat what he had said.
“Well I don’t know if I would say that, I would say that Faith is actually the - “ Matt didn’t even let the kid finish. “Faith? You can’t be serious! Get out of here, go!” The teenager just rolled his eyes and walked out of line, Matt turning to the man behind him, presumably the employee here at the mall who was over seeing things.
“You hear that, Bill?”
“My name is Jonathan, sir-”
“I didn’t ask for your life story, Bill, just if you heard that or not. These horny teenagers plugging up my line before they go home and download pictures to ogle in their parents basement, it’s despicable. Where are all the good fans? The ones that don’t make me want to punch them?”
“Please don’t strike the patrons…”
“I’m not going to, idiot! Why don’t you make yourself useful and get me a bottle of water?”
The man just shook his head and headed off, leaving Matt to turn to see who’s next in line. A glossy 8x10 was laid down on the table already, the fan definitely female although her eyes were hidden behind red diva-sized sunglasses. Matt barely glanced at her, reaching for the photo on autopilot, already uncapping his marker.
“If you could make it out to Nessa, please? She’s a big fan and it’s her birthday this weekend.”
“Uh huh,” was all his response was, writing out the name on the glossy and getting to the second ‘s’ before stopping, the words clicking in his brain and he looked up to see who would be asking for such a thing.
“Oh...it’s you.” were the words that came out of his mouth, sounding less than thrilled to say the least, setting the marker down. “Shouldn’t you be flying around the globe singing ‘Whole New World’ with someone?”
“Aladdin is so overrated,” she snapped back, tapping her finger against the photo. “I paid actual money for that, you know? Least you could do is finish signing it.”
“Right, of course.” He quipped back finishing the autograph, throwing some exs and os at the end of it for good measure. “Make sure this Nessa has a very happy birthday, won’t you?”
“Listen,” she glanced back at the line, really not caring about monopolizing his time all that much. She was stalling, “I honestly don’t know why you’re being such an asshole lately but if you could take a break for a few minutes from these adoring fans of yours, maybe we could talk about it?”
Matt looked past her to see the line-up of people, quickly realizing that he wasn’t looking forward to speaking with any of them. “Fiiiiiiiine,” he replied, almost like a sigh rather than a word. “But you gotta stick around and model my t-shirt after, might get a few more sales that way.”
She flashed him a grateful smile, turning to look at the crowd, giving him an inadvertent view of her butt in the skinny jeans she had on. “He’s just going to take a quick break, folks. Hydration is important for an athlete of his calibre, after all!” Before he could change his mind, she scooped up her photo and rounded the table, hissing in a stage whisper. “I’ll model your shirt, whatever you want, if you just talk to me.”
“Whatever I want, eh?” He mulled more to himself than asking her, getting up just as Jonathan was coming back with his water.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” He asks, Matt grabbing the bottle from his hand and cracking it open.
“Bit of a break, I’ll be back in five.” He replied, taking a sip, turning to Nessa. “I trust five minutes will be sufficient.”
Nessa sighed, looking back at the line. “Yeah, I guess it’ll have to be. Let’s go.” She straightened the sleeveless floral-print blouse she had on, pointing towards the door that said EMPLOYEES ONLY PAST THIS POINT on it. “A little privacy, maybe?”
“Yeah, cause we work here.” He retorted, though walked to the door anyway and opened it up, stepping in holding it open for Nessa to follow suit. “I’m not taking responsibility if the lighting in here is bad though, I don’t even know what this area is.”
Her laugh was brittle as she walked into what was obviously a stock room of some sort. Immediately, she turned around and waited for Matt to follow, folding her arms across her chest. “So,” she was already talking when the door closed behind him, “how long were you planning to avoid talking to me?”
Upon closing the door, he just stared at her blankly for what seemed like twenty seconds before replying, as if he was still avoiding it to this moment. “Well we have that match in like two weeks, so probably until then. Seemed to make the most sense, given the circumstances.”
“Circumstances?” She pushed the sunglasses up into her hair, scowling at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well…” he starts, wishing he could match her gesture with his own sunglasses, though he regrettably left them back at the table, prompting him to worry if they’d be taken or not for a few moments before going back to answer her question. “What that was supposed to mean was that you’ve clearly got far more pressing matters going on right now than me taking up any of your precious time.”
“Matthew, this is what’s important. Our team. Our upcoming match. And I suppose this little interlude here in Memphis. I mean, that’s something that matters to you.” She stared at him for a few seconds, trying to keep her voice level.
“And you know that when that bell rings, I’m going to be there for you, so what’s the big deal? You’re going on all these trips, all these little meet-and-greets of your own in the meantime and I’m the one focusing on actual in ring things. So you tell me, which one of those things sounds more like they actually know what’s important?” He’s just staring daggers at her while he’s talking, clearly having no compunction against raising his own voice.
“I know you’re gonna be there for me?!” She was incredulous, “how am I supposed to know that when you’re posting all these weird vague things about resetting your life and… and…” she stopped talking, shaking her head as her already red-rimmed and watery eyes flooded with tears. “I thought you… I thought it was gonna be the way it used to be. When we first teamed up, like how it was in SVW. We’d train together and work on things together. I don’t want to see you only when you show up to wrestle!”
“Because SVW turned out so well, right?” He asked, not even reacting to the tears forming in the corner of her eyes, his tone cold and calculating. “I’ve been training each and every day for this, you’re the one that wanted this, remember? This whole team idea, I agreed to as a favor to you and what do I get? Literally the day of your debut, you’re like “Oh, by the way Matthew, I started seeing this guy and he’s going to be there with me.” He rolled his eyes at the very memory of that car ride where she told him. “I know how you get, Nessa. You block out the world when you’re seeing someone, and based on his Twitter feed, he’s with you every day, not counting the ones where you’re off gallivanting with someone else. I don’t even know who you are, anymore.”
Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, no sound coming out because he’d effectively shut her down completely. She broke eye contact, sniffling as she took a step back. “And where am I now? Off traipsing around the country with some weirdo? No. I showed up where you said you’d be so I could fix whatever this is.” Her eyes were fixed on the signed photo for a few seconds before she chuckled bitterly. “God, you know, he was right. I’m so damned stupid it isn’t even funny.”
“I don’t know who he is, but I assure you his opinion is irrelevant to me. All I care about, Nessa, is what happens between the two of us, and all that needs to happen between the two of us is winning in these matches. There’s nothing to fix between us, because there isn’t anything between us. We are two professionals who perform our jobs side by side. That’s it. We’ll communicate at work, but there’s no reason for you to spend your precious leisure time stalking me because you think I’m going to flake on you. I won’t, okay? Happy?”
She took another step back from him, colliding with a shelf. “I should go. It’s probably been five minutes and you don’t want to keep your adoring public waiting too long. They might decide to leave.”
“That’s probably a good idea, would be nice to spend some time with someone who actually cares about me, even if it’s just to have a picture signed. You stay here and get a hold of yourself…” He turned to leave, opening the door. “And try not to knock anything over,” making reference to the poor shelf she bumped into.
“Matt?” Her voice came out soft, but then she paused so long it turned awkward. Instead of the million things she should have said, she mumbled, “thanks for signing my picture.”
He looked a tad puzzled at that, but quickly recovered. “Anytime, Ness.” He headed back out to the mob of people, holding his arms up. “Alright, alright, calm down everyone, I have returned. Sorry about the delay, some fans just want a little more than an autograph, if you know what I mean.” He laughed off the comment, deliberately being misleading as he sat down and began signing more pictures.
[On Cam]
We come in on Matt Stone standing beside Nessa Wall, or at least what appears to be Nessa but we soon realize that she’s been put in behind him via green screen and he’s really just alone in his own private studio. Aside from Nessa, the screen is mostly black with the PW logo flashing back up every so often with the title “Tempest” underneath it that would take at least three or four flashes to recognize. Stone is in his usual garb, his own T-shirt and a pair of jeans, nothing fancy but his eyes are behind the shield of sunglasses.
Matt: You know, it never ceases to amaze me how quick the majority of people forget the little details. I’m announced as the Abominable Showman coming out to the ring everywhere I go and people hear that and think that it’s just a little clever play on words, not even thinking about what those words actually mean. I like to be the center of attention, all eyes on me sort of guy and to achieve that, I like to boast about myself, I like to show off and I like to wi in ways people don’t normally see coming. All of these are what a showman does and people seem to accept that. What they don’t realize that Abominable doesn’t mean I live in snow. No, it means that I’m a terrible human being and do things, lots of things, that the average person would find reprehensible. Like attacking Frankie Starlight, for example. That little “gangster”, and I use the term loosely, thought he could put his hands on me and not get immediate repercussions for such an action. Well he found out how wrong that assessment was, but so did my partner, right Ness?
He turns to where the image of Nessa was projected and paused, as if waiting for a response.
Matt: Thanks for your contribution, yes, she was shocked that I would jeopardise her win like it mattered in the least to me. You see, boys and girls at home, I care about winning. I care a lot about it, in fact, but when I’m not the one in the match, I just want to see a good clean match. But one thing I can’t stand is people disrespecting me. That’s what Frankie did and he paid for it, but there’ll be more to come of that, I assure you. For now though, I have to worry about the Fin and Twin connection. Fin-Nisher and Twin-Nisher...cause I guess Pun-Nisher was busy. I’ll let that sink in for a moment for you slower people in the audience, but the overall point is how dumb these two sound. Not even what they say, but how can anyone take those names seriously? But if you though their names were stupid, and you wouldn’t be alone on that front, you ought to hear them mumble though a parody of Jump Around. Showmen, these two are not. I could stand here and sing the whole song if I wanted to, my karaoke chops are no joke, but what would that really prove? That I can memorize lines and recite them to a tune? I could come up with an entire freestyle rap, too, but that’s not going to put wins on my record, either? No, this is about wrestling and I’m sorry to say, but in the ring these two guys can go.
There’s no way or really getting around it, Fin and Twin are good wrestlers and it’s not going to be a walk in the park come Tempest. I know this, Nessa knows this...right Nessa?
Again, he pauses looking to his right for a moment before continuing.
Matt: Always the smart quip to say, right guys? We know we’ll have to take this match seriously and that’s exactly what we’re going to do. Twin and Fin have been on a roll here, plowing through competition like King Cassius plows through many people’s yearly allotment of the word “funky” on a daily basis. We’re going to have to be careful if we’re going to come out of this match with our hands raised, but thankfully we have a foolproof strategy for this match and you blokes from Europe don’t stand a chance. Shall we fill them in, Nessa?
A third pause, this joke has clearly run its course by now but he doesn’t care, he’ll keep going to the well.
Matt: Yeah, let’s do it. You see, we’re going to win for the simple fact that Nessa here is just going to do everything I tell her to do. I know it sounds simple, but it’s genius in it’s simplicity! We’re just going to rely on my knowledge of wrestling and proper tactics to secure the win in this tag match, but it’s not all gloom and doom for you boys, no. You’ll have a good story to tell come October 13th, your favourite national holiday, I’m sure, and you can be the center of the attention as you regale your fellow vikings on your wonderful failure. Perhaps you two would be better suited signing up for the Air Guitar World Championships this year, because as good as you’ve been, and I admit I’m impressed, you ain’t never had an opponent like me.
A smirk spreads across his lips, the obvious Aladdin reference used to annoy his partner when she sees this.
Matt: This is my official debut here in Phoenix Wrestling, our official debut as a tag team and while I may not care how well she does on her own, there’s no way we’re not walking out of this match with our hands raised. For one night only, you all can refer to me as the Oration-Nisher ‘cause there’s no way these two Metalheads are going to SHUT. ME. UP!
With that, Stone raises his hand to high five “Nessa” before walking off, fading to black.
You know the best part about circles? They’re complete, there’s nothing to add, no surprises, just a straight line looping over and over, an absolute. That’s the way my life has been lately and while sure, there are all of these benefits to living on a circle, it’s not who I want to be. Not anymore. I’ve been waiting for things to change, hoping they would, but that just doesn’t seem to be in the cards, so it’s time I stop circling around and get off. No more going through the same motions with the same people. That’s all it’s going to be, it’s been made clear to me now. I’m breaking the chain, as it were, and moving on with my life. Time to be a three-dimensional shape, or better yet, a real person. But one step at a time, and the first step is to stop thinking about her.
[Off Camera, April 19th, 2017]
“Yes, yes, I know, I’m great. The best, even, you could say.” We come in on Matt Stone sitting at a table with a large stack of pictures of himself and a rather long line up of people looking to meet him and get his autograph. Matt was wearing his usual attire for meet-and-greets, his own brand of T-shirt which they were selling off to the left of him and a pair of black athletic shorts, which reflected just how hot it was in Memphis today. His outfit probably took him all of two minutes to prepare, but the pièce de résistance was his hair, which he had spent at least an hour making sure was just right. You never know who you could meet on this things, maybe someone sane. He looked at the kid hopefully for a few moments, as if actually expecting him to repeat what he had said.
“Well I don’t know if I would say that, I would say that Faith is actually the - “ Matt didn’t even let the kid finish. “Faith? You can’t be serious! Get out of here, go!” The teenager just rolled his eyes and walked out of line, Matt turning to the man behind him, presumably the employee here at the mall who was over seeing things.
“You hear that, Bill?”
“My name is Jonathan, sir-”
“I didn’t ask for your life story, Bill, just if you heard that or not. These horny teenagers plugging up my line before they go home and download pictures to ogle in their parents basement, it’s despicable. Where are all the good fans? The ones that don’t make me want to punch them?”
“Please don’t strike the patrons…”
“I’m not going to, idiot! Why don’t you make yourself useful and get me a bottle of water?”
The man just shook his head and headed off, leaving Matt to turn to see who’s next in line. A glossy 8x10 was laid down on the table already, the fan definitely female although her eyes were hidden behind red diva-sized sunglasses. Matt barely glanced at her, reaching for the photo on autopilot, already uncapping his marker.
“If you could make it out to Nessa, please? She’s a big fan and it’s her birthday this weekend.”
“Uh huh,” was all his response was, writing out the name on the glossy and getting to the second ‘s’ before stopping, the words clicking in his brain and he looked up to see who would be asking for such a thing.
“Oh...it’s you.” were the words that came out of his mouth, sounding less than thrilled to say the least, setting the marker down. “Shouldn’t you be flying around the globe singing ‘Whole New World’ with someone?”
“Aladdin is so overrated,” she snapped back, tapping her finger against the photo. “I paid actual money for that, you know? Least you could do is finish signing it.”
“Right, of course.” He quipped back finishing the autograph, throwing some exs and os at the end of it for good measure. “Make sure this Nessa has a very happy birthday, won’t you?”
“Listen,” she glanced back at the line, really not caring about monopolizing his time all that much. She was stalling, “I honestly don’t know why you’re being such an asshole lately but if you could take a break for a few minutes from these adoring fans of yours, maybe we could talk about it?”
Matt looked past her to see the line-up of people, quickly realizing that he wasn’t looking forward to speaking with any of them. “Fiiiiiiiine,” he replied, almost like a sigh rather than a word. “But you gotta stick around and model my t-shirt after, might get a few more sales that way.”
She flashed him a grateful smile, turning to look at the crowd, giving him an inadvertent view of her butt in the skinny jeans she had on. “He’s just going to take a quick break, folks. Hydration is important for an athlete of his calibre, after all!” Before he could change his mind, she scooped up her photo and rounded the table, hissing in a stage whisper. “I’ll model your shirt, whatever you want, if you just talk to me.”
“Whatever I want, eh?” He mulled more to himself than asking her, getting up just as Jonathan was coming back with his water.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” He asks, Matt grabbing the bottle from his hand and cracking it open.
“Bit of a break, I’ll be back in five.” He replied, taking a sip, turning to Nessa. “I trust five minutes will be sufficient.”
Nessa sighed, looking back at the line. “Yeah, I guess it’ll have to be. Let’s go.” She straightened the sleeveless floral-print blouse she had on, pointing towards the door that said EMPLOYEES ONLY PAST THIS POINT on it. “A little privacy, maybe?”
“Yeah, cause we work here.” He retorted, though walked to the door anyway and opened it up, stepping in holding it open for Nessa to follow suit. “I’m not taking responsibility if the lighting in here is bad though, I don’t even know what this area is.”
Her laugh was brittle as she walked into what was obviously a stock room of some sort. Immediately, she turned around and waited for Matt to follow, folding her arms across her chest. “So,” she was already talking when the door closed behind him, “how long were you planning to avoid talking to me?”
Upon closing the door, he just stared at her blankly for what seemed like twenty seconds before replying, as if he was still avoiding it to this moment. “Well we have that match in like two weeks, so probably until then. Seemed to make the most sense, given the circumstances.”
“Circumstances?” She pushed the sunglasses up into her hair, scowling at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well…” he starts, wishing he could match her gesture with his own sunglasses, though he regrettably left them back at the table, prompting him to worry if they’d be taken or not for a few moments before going back to answer her question. “What that was supposed to mean was that you’ve clearly got far more pressing matters going on right now than me taking up any of your precious time.”
“Matthew, this is what’s important. Our team. Our upcoming match. And I suppose this little interlude here in Memphis. I mean, that’s something that matters to you.” She stared at him for a few seconds, trying to keep her voice level.
“And you know that when that bell rings, I’m going to be there for you, so what’s the big deal? You’re going on all these trips, all these little meet-and-greets of your own in the meantime and I’m the one focusing on actual in ring things. So you tell me, which one of those things sounds more like they actually know what’s important?” He’s just staring daggers at her while he’s talking, clearly having no compunction against raising his own voice.
“I know you’re gonna be there for me?!” She was incredulous, “how am I supposed to know that when you’re posting all these weird vague things about resetting your life and… and…” she stopped talking, shaking her head as her already red-rimmed and watery eyes flooded with tears. “I thought you… I thought it was gonna be the way it used to be. When we first teamed up, like how it was in SVW. We’d train together and work on things together. I don’t want to see you only when you show up to wrestle!”
“Because SVW turned out so well, right?” He asked, not even reacting to the tears forming in the corner of her eyes, his tone cold and calculating. “I’ve been training each and every day for this, you’re the one that wanted this, remember? This whole team idea, I agreed to as a favor to you and what do I get? Literally the day of your debut, you’re like “Oh, by the way Matthew, I started seeing this guy and he’s going to be there with me.” He rolled his eyes at the very memory of that car ride where she told him. “I know how you get, Nessa. You block out the world when you’re seeing someone, and based on his Twitter feed, he’s with you every day, not counting the ones where you’re off gallivanting with someone else. I don’t even know who you are, anymore.”
Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, no sound coming out because he’d effectively shut her down completely. She broke eye contact, sniffling as she took a step back. “And where am I now? Off traipsing around the country with some weirdo? No. I showed up where you said you’d be so I could fix whatever this is.” Her eyes were fixed on the signed photo for a few seconds before she chuckled bitterly. “God, you know, he was right. I’m so damned stupid it isn’t even funny.”
“I don’t know who he is, but I assure you his opinion is irrelevant to me. All I care about, Nessa, is what happens between the two of us, and all that needs to happen between the two of us is winning in these matches. There’s nothing to fix between us, because there isn’t anything between us. We are two professionals who perform our jobs side by side. That’s it. We’ll communicate at work, but there’s no reason for you to spend your precious leisure time stalking me because you think I’m going to flake on you. I won’t, okay? Happy?”
She took another step back from him, colliding with a shelf. “I should go. It’s probably been five minutes and you don’t want to keep your adoring public waiting too long. They might decide to leave.”
“That’s probably a good idea, would be nice to spend some time with someone who actually cares about me, even if it’s just to have a picture signed. You stay here and get a hold of yourself…” He turned to leave, opening the door. “And try not to knock anything over,” making reference to the poor shelf she bumped into.
“Matt?” Her voice came out soft, but then she paused so long it turned awkward. Instead of the million things she should have said, she mumbled, “thanks for signing my picture.”
He looked a tad puzzled at that, but quickly recovered. “Anytime, Ness.” He headed back out to the mob of people, holding his arms up. “Alright, alright, calm down everyone, I have returned. Sorry about the delay, some fans just want a little more than an autograph, if you know what I mean.” He laughed off the comment, deliberately being misleading as he sat down and began signing more pictures.
[On Cam]
We come in on Matt Stone standing beside Nessa Wall, or at least what appears to be Nessa but we soon realize that she’s been put in behind him via green screen and he’s really just alone in his own private studio. Aside from Nessa, the screen is mostly black with the PW logo flashing back up every so often with the title “Tempest” underneath it that would take at least three or four flashes to recognize. Stone is in his usual garb, his own T-shirt and a pair of jeans, nothing fancy but his eyes are behind the shield of sunglasses.
Matt: You know, it never ceases to amaze me how quick the majority of people forget the little details. I’m announced as the Abominable Showman coming out to the ring everywhere I go and people hear that and think that it’s just a little clever play on words, not even thinking about what those words actually mean. I like to be the center of attention, all eyes on me sort of guy and to achieve that, I like to boast about myself, I like to show off and I like to wi in ways people don’t normally see coming. All of these are what a showman does and people seem to accept that. What they don’t realize that Abominable doesn’t mean I live in snow. No, it means that I’m a terrible human being and do things, lots of things, that the average person would find reprehensible. Like attacking Frankie Starlight, for example. That little “gangster”, and I use the term loosely, thought he could put his hands on me and not get immediate repercussions for such an action. Well he found out how wrong that assessment was, but so did my partner, right Ness?
He turns to where the image of Nessa was projected and paused, as if waiting for a response.
Matt: Thanks for your contribution, yes, she was shocked that I would jeopardise her win like it mattered in the least to me. You see, boys and girls at home, I care about winning. I care a lot about it, in fact, but when I’m not the one in the match, I just want to see a good clean match. But one thing I can’t stand is people disrespecting me. That’s what Frankie did and he paid for it, but there’ll be more to come of that, I assure you. For now though, I have to worry about the Fin and Twin connection. Fin-Nisher and Twin-Nisher...cause I guess Pun-Nisher was busy. I’ll let that sink in for a moment for you slower people in the audience, but the overall point is how dumb these two sound. Not even what they say, but how can anyone take those names seriously? But if you though their names were stupid, and you wouldn’t be alone on that front, you ought to hear them mumble though a parody of Jump Around. Showmen, these two are not. I could stand here and sing the whole song if I wanted to, my karaoke chops are no joke, but what would that really prove? That I can memorize lines and recite them to a tune? I could come up with an entire freestyle rap, too, but that’s not going to put wins on my record, either? No, this is about wrestling and I’m sorry to say, but in the ring these two guys can go.
There’s no way or really getting around it, Fin and Twin are good wrestlers and it’s not going to be a walk in the park come Tempest. I know this, Nessa knows this...right Nessa?
Again, he pauses looking to his right for a moment before continuing.
Matt: Always the smart quip to say, right guys? We know we’ll have to take this match seriously and that’s exactly what we’re going to do. Twin and Fin have been on a roll here, plowing through competition like King Cassius plows through many people’s yearly allotment of the word “funky” on a daily basis. We’re going to have to be careful if we’re going to come out of this match with our hands raised, but thankfully we have a foolproof strategy for this match and you blokes from Europe don’t stand a chance. Shall we fill them in, Nessa?
A third pause, this joke has clearly run its course by now but he doesn’t care, he’ll keep going to the well.
Matt: Yeah, let’s do it. You see, we’re going to win for the simple fact that Nessa here is just going to do everything I tell her to do. I know it sounds simple, but it’s genius in it’s simplicity! We’re just going to rely on my knowledge of wrestling and proper tactics to secure the win in this tag match, but it’s not all gloom and doom for you boys, no. You’ll have a good story to tell come October 13th, your favourite national holiday, I’m sure, and you can be the center of the attention as you regale your fellow vikings on your wonderful failure. Perhaps you two would be better suited signing up for the Air Guitar World Championships this year, because as good as you’ve been, and I admit I’m impressed, you ain’t never had an opponent like me.
A smirk spreads across his lips, the obvious Aladdin reference used to annoy his partner when she sees this.
Matt: This is my official debut here in Phoenix Wrestling, our official debut as a tag team and while I may not care how well she does on her own, there’s no way we’re not walking out of this match with our hands raised. For one night only, you all can refer to me as the Oration-Nisher ‘cause there’s no way these two Metalheads are going to SHUT. ME. UP!
With that, Stone raises his hand to high five “Nessa” before walking off, fading to black.