Into view of the camera strides Tobias.
A very irritated and annoyed Tobias.
Walking right up, he unleashes.
(Tobias): Urgh, fine, I’ll interrupt my weekend for this…
He stabs a finger towards something off camera.
Panning out, it’s revealed to be a widescreen TV mounted on the wall.
The Draconis family’s latest promo is on, the scene frozen at the moment the 8x10’s Tobias had kindly gifted to Jesse going up in flames.
(Tobias): … outrage. You absolute f*ckwit…
Tobias is lost for words.
A strangled scream comes out, as he stabs another finger at the TV.
(Tobias): I spent a good five minutes, five f*cking minutes signing those for you, you ungrateful little wretch!
His hands go up, sheer disbelief on his face turning into outrage.
Facing back to the camera, he lets rip.
(Tobias): Then, then, to make matters worse, not only do you abuse my time and effort, you go and make me spend more time trying to figure out what the actual f*ck you were talking about!?
He’s spitting with rage.
(Tobias): Perfectly delusional? Well done on the first part, entirely wrong on the second, you could have shut up at that point and been actually right for once. Then this whole difference between a redneck and a hillbilly? Who the actual f*ck cares? Newsflash, you’re all the same.
I’ll humor you though. Want to know the difference for real? Hah, there isn’t one. You’re all stupid enough to go lighting stuff on fire inside a coach, dumbass!
You’re going to beat my ass? Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong.
You’re gonna be gassed in five minutes from huffing all that shit in that coach, idiot.
He’s clapping now. Slowly. Sarcasm clear as day.
(Tobias): Great move there John… Jackie… ah whoever the f*ck you are. What do you lot do for fun after a meal, throw stones at one another?
Spare me the hard man act though buddy.
The air quotations are made by his fingers, a childish giggle escaping even as he speaks the words.
(Tobias): “I going to talk all my hate and drive out on you and the ref might not be able to stop me from what I'm going to do to you”
Oh lord, save me from being talked to. Seriously! I might have a stroke from trying to figure out what you actually mean.
This is wrestling you dumbass. Something that the majority of this roster clearly knows nothing about. I have to give props to Mr Lunatic, that’s one insightful man, he should be on that commentary table more often. Like recognises like.
You, on the other hand. I’m only going to recognise you by the slight tug you cause on the sole of my boot as I step over you on the way to the top.
Tobias makes a shooing motion, disdain plastered all over his face.
(Tobias): Now stop trying to give yourself lung cancer you idiot and go learn something beyond how to stand there like a mannequin in the ring.
The scene fades out to black.
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