A plain room, non descript in every way.
The table that was present in the last promo is gone.
The steel chair remains, occupied as before, by the sublimity incarnate; perfection personified. None other than Tobias Clarke.
(Tobias): Oh now, at long last, comes Mr Draconis himself. Out of the hicksmobile and into the searchlights.
Well gramps, I’ll keep this short and sweet for you so you can get back to that quality family time.
I haven’t done anything? Au contraire buddy, I’ve got the wrestling world hanging onto my every word.
It’s like you’re in a meeting, you’re hearing the boss talking sh*t, the sheeple and the brown nosers just nod their heads and go along with it. Then there’s me, calling it out. Everyone’s thinking it. Everyone’s agreeing with me. Before you know it, change.
You don’t want to worry about what I think? Well gramps, that’s just fine. Be that stick in the mud, don’t move with the times. Once, long ago, you did. You threw off the crutch of being exclusively a tag team competitor. Now…
A sneer.
Or is it pity?
Probably both.
(Tobias): Now you’re just happy to talk up your kids.
Like, I get it. I do.
You’re proud of them…
I mean, I don’t understand why though, given they’ve been carried through matches by the skin of their teeth and blind good fortune, but hey.
You do you gramps.
As for your ‘I respect everyone I have a match with’ talk…
He mockingly affects a terrible accent as he says this.
(Tobias): … come off it man. Are you really that easy to impress?
Making a ‘simmer down’ gesture with one hand, Tobias moves his chair forward a little closer to the camera.
(Tobias): Tell you what gramps, once I’m done with your son, how about I face off with you, yeah? Get that ole’ respect flowing the way it should be. Sound good buddy?
Because, in all that speech you gave, the one thing you did get right was saying to Jesse that he has the privilege to face me. On that, you’re spot on.
A wink at the camera and a light laugh erupts.
The scene fades.
End.
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