Gabriel stutters and stammers, a look of utter disbelief etched on his face after hearing both Anarchist Vampire and Draconis' verbal responses, aswell as Anton and Davis. His eyes are narrowed and his arms held out in exasperation. A deep sigh is issued from Michael, his head low as he pinches the ducts at the corners of his closed eyes in equal frustration, nodding his head as he does so.
(Michael): I know….
(Gabriel): They didn't take in anything either of us said! And don't get me started on DNA. Calling you a chump; bet he wasn't thinking that when you made him tap out before.
(Michael): I know
(Gabriel): They completely missed every point we made.
(Michael): I know.
(Gabriel): They both rattled off the biggest load of nonsense imaginable.
(Michael): I know!
(Gabriel): My head actually hurts from trying to actually digest what both of them said.
Michael lounges back in his chair, letting his head tilt back, covering his face with both hands, his voice muffled.
(Michael): ….I know…
An incredulous-sounding scoff sounds off from Gabriel, who is still in disbelief, shaking his head vigorously.
(Gabriel): I mean I know I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer but c'mon! There's paraphrasing and then there's just….well….
Gabriel motions to the television with his hand, his index finger extended for extra emphasis, toward on the television screen.
(Gabriel): ….That! I don't even know what you'd call that…we have to respond.
(Michael): And say what exactly? There's no point in saying anything because all we get is another misconstrued, shambled response that makes little to no senses, overlooks everything we're likely to say and make them look even more stupid.
(Gabriel): Well I'm gonna say something.
Gabriel turns from Michael to face the camera.
(Gabriel): Anarchist Vampire, Draconis…listen up….this response is only coming your way because we are contractually instructed to record a promo at least five minutes in length, but the truth of the matter is you guys are not worth five minutes of mine or my brother's time. Do us and yourselves a favor – think things through before you speak, and maybe, just maybe, something with a little bit of coherency might just pop out .Otherwise, shut up, get training and prepare yourselves for the inevitable obliteration that awaits you at Road to Ruin.
And Anton, Davis, don't think I forgot about you guys. You two might aswell heed the same advice I just gave the Sons of Anarchy and think before you speak. I won't bother going into detail or dissecting each portion of what you've said and you will probably not take in anything we us or understand it, although it is weird to categorise a team such as us who have been wrestling professionally for over ten years as "rookies", but, hey. Like my brother said, we can take a defeat, take it in our stride and move on, despite what you may think; you'll find no excuses here
Just wait though, do you what have to do to with TNT at Road to Ruin, but know that we won't be far from sight and we will be coming for those tag titles, and we will take them, no matter who the holders are….and that is a solemn promise.
And with that, the scene fades out with Gabriel turning from the camera and he bumps fists with Michael as the scene eventually cuts out.
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