A plain room, non descript in every way.
Sitting on the steel chair is Tobias Clarke.
He’s currently watching his phone, the latest two attempts at invoking his ire are being watched.
A bored expression is present, it’s like he’s there in person but not in spirit.
The promos end and the expression becomes more neutral, the phone being slid into one pocket.
(Tobias): Maniac, thanks, thanks for noticing buddy. I do look well. I’m glowing in fact.
A small nod of the head, a casting of the eyes over his body.
A satisfied look follows on.
(Tobias): It’s because I’m good Maniac, I’m very good.
I’m no ‘average’ wrestler, don’t insult me with that.
I talk a very good game and I’m sublime in the ring. Add to that my physique that has all the ladies… hell, all the men for that matter swooning too.
Let me get one thing straight, coming from you, ‘just another average wrestler’, that’s real rich buddy. At Havoc, yeah, you’ll be eating your words.
See, you can have an opinion, without knowing all the facts. You were doing it right there.
But me, on this point, buddy, I’ve got years of tape on you.
You started off like a bright spark Maniac.
You accomplished so much and then…
He does a thumbs up, slowly tilting it so that it’s facing downwards. A loud and obnoxious raspberry is blown to cap it all off.
(Tobias): Then you went crazy. Or crazier. Whatever buddy. Your career is like an Ultimate Warrior match. The entrance, it’s spectacular, the energy is off the charts. Then you’re in the ring, one or two moves, nothing too adventurous… then you’re gassed, and it’s a long slow death from there till the other guy doesn’t get the memo and ends up putting you over or you have to resort to weapons… which, let’s face facts, you do a lot.
Only way you’re making it to 30 years in this fed is if you start using rohypnol on your opponents before the match even begins.
Tobias shuffles forward, dragging the seat with him.
In hushed tones, he carries on.
(Tobias): Just saying buddy, you look like the type of guy who’d do that, eh.
Another thumbs up to thumbs down and raspberry follows as he pushes back on the seat.
(Tobias): Anyway, out with the old, in with the new.
Jesse. Jesse Draconis.
I guess I should say thanks for sending me that photo of you and your family members… I mean… I should…
One very pregnant pause follows, Tobias gently shrugging his shoulders up.
(Tobias): But, I’m not going to.
Because I had to listen to you reel off ‘and then I got trained by my hick parents and then my cousin’s sister and then my sister’s cousin and then Old Dragon, who isn’t Uncle Dragon, but he’s real smart Mr, real smart and then I learnt more from my family and then Mr Baron beat me but I think I did smart things because he told me so and I’m better now and I’m best friends with Miller and Nepo-Parker and, and, and… oh come off it Jesse!
The only thing missing there was ’oh please sir, can I have some more’ you little urchin.
You’re going to teach me humility?
You. Teach me?
A long mocking laugh follows.
(Tobias): Good one buddy. Nice little dream. You can’t teach what’s already perfection.
You’ll find that out when I lock you in it come Havoc.
A wink at the camera and another laugh erupts.
The scene fades.
End.
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