Into view of the camera walks Tobias.
Compared to the last time he was on camera, this is night and day difference.
Tobias is a picture of serene calm. It’s oozing off him.
Reaching off camera, he pulls a metal stool into view, setting it down and hopping onto it, centered in the camera’s view.
(Tobias): What a difference a week makes…
He looks down, in one hand is held a cue card. On it, scrawled by a sharpie earlier is the name ‘Jesse’.
(Tobias): … ‘Jesse’...
The name of his opponent is strung out, as if trying it on for size.
The distaste in his voice is clear.
(Tobias): Yes… Jesse, what a difference a week makes. You run your mouth, I shut you up, you stay quiet.
Next up, this new card for Havoc is announced.
I’m where I should be… the main event in all but name.
What’s on before? Maniac versus Sarah? Please. It’s more heated outside of the ring than it ever will be in it.
He does a thumbs up alongside blowing a loud and obnoxious raspberry to further emphasize his point.
(Tobias): Up next is the rapist and management’s enforcer in all but name. Squash match if I ever saw it.
Then there’s four women… I mean, maybe having a match? I won’t be able to confirm that, I’ll be taking a p*ss and taking the chance to admire my physique in the mirror. The audience will be taking the opportunity to drink whatever p*ss passes for beer in the arena and looking at their phones.
He does another thumbs up alongside blowing a loud and obnoxious raspberry again.
(Tobias): Then after I’ve lit up the place, we have two old men ‘doing it for their kids’ alongside two people who have achieved jack f*cking sh*t and will continue to achieve jack f*cking sh*t. Booooooring. Again, the audience will be distracted, either heading for the exit to get on the road and miss the traffic, or looking at their phones to tell the folks back home about how amazing I was.
And I don’t blame them for that.
So…
He looks down at the cue card again.
(Tobias): … ‘Jesse’... keep doing what you’re doing buddy. The strong silent type fits you like a glove. Train with those hick family members or go to that fancy Academy, whatever suits you buddy, go learn something so you can try and not embarrass yourself.
Just keep quiet, ‘kay? Works for you, works for me, less brain cells get hurt all round with you trying to come back with a retort. I’m just looking out for you…
Before I then bury you at Havoc.
The scene fades out to black.
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