Into view of the camera walks Tobias.
As usual, it’s a sparse and plain looking room, nondescript in every way.
On the agenda, as always, is putting people in their place.
He was on a digital detox today. He’d spent the previous evening on various social media sites making his view on all manner of things clear to anyone and everyone.
But he’d had enough of that for now, and given he’d had it expressed to him in no uncertain terms that he did need to make use of the HWA camera crew and not just have them run errands for him, then it was most fortunate that William Draconis and family have said what they said.
He wastes little time in moving to stand in front of the camera.
(Tobias): William. I cannot begin to tell you how disappointed I am with you.
Do you have no pride in your work? No delight in a job well done? No pleasure in seeing something blossom and grow from where it started?
Cos from where I’m standing buddy, you’ve just handed the flight controls to Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum and then helped them out by barricading the flight deck door as they aim that bad boy right at the ground!
He mimics a plane by holding out his right hand before throwing it down sharply, making the obligatory noises.
A look of sheer derision and a noise from the back of the throat to go with it then follows.
(Tobias): William, buddy, I can appreciate you wanting to hand over the family business, but I just don’t get why you’d think Jasmine and God of War have what it takes…
I mean, c’mon man, like any good business, you need to know how to negotiate, and Judd there is getting angry because you stay silent for a few seconds? I’m gonna put that down to him doing more than just setting fire to stuff in enclosed spaces, and say there’s more to it than just that…
See when he was a kid, and you sent him outside to sit on the porch when he tried to speak and just made no sense and you got tired of it, did he start fights with the wall? Was he ‘pissed off with the silence’ then as well?
He raises his shoulders up in a shrug.
(Tobias): Maybe get him checked William. And get yourself checked too while you’re at it. As I said buddy, wanting to just let anyone join? Because that’s what letting Monkey join is ultimately admitting. I could drag someone in off the streets, dress them in gear and your f*ckwit sons would be like ‘gee gosh pa, we got ourselves a good ‘un! Yes sir!’
The laugh is loud, it’s obnoxious and it’s long lasting.
(Tobias): You’re no ‘Sons of Anarchy’, you’re a ‘Shower of Amateurism’.
And that William, is what I’m going to make abundantly clear to you at Blood, Sweat & Tears.
My good self versus Julian, who won’t be any better than he was last time I put on a clinic for him…
And surrounded by people who badly need to be sat down and forced to understand what excellence is. What perfection is. What basic f*cking competence looks like.
Monkey, God of War, Legion, that hick cousin, the other hick cousin that’s a rapist, Jeff Dunham, Price… if he remembers to put down that pint glass, yourself William… and…
Out comes the notepad from his back pocket.
A few seconds go by as he flips the pages, scanning the names he’s jotted down.
A double take ensues, his eyes flickering between the camera and the note pad.
(Tobias): Really? Really…? Causehell? F*ck me…
Urgh. Fine, Causeh… no, no, I can’t do it.
As the notepad is flipped shut, he’s clearly muttering under his breath. No doubt less than pleasant things.
(Tobias): F*cking give me strength.
If only to show you what awaits you for the next Havoc William. I finally get to face someone that isn’t getting vertigo when they’re already at the bottom of the barrel.
He wafts the notepad at the camera.
(Tobias): Maybe get yourself one of these William, take some notes. You’re going to see things you’ve never had to deal with before buddy. I’d get out from behind that desk, stop nursemaiding your kids and get to training yourself up to match fitness. This is your second show without ring time and I’m wanting a challenge, god knows Jerome won’t be providing one.
With a look of derision and and clear self confidence in himself, Tobias strides out of view as the scene fades to black.
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