February 1, 2015
Feb 21, 2017 3:24:17 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Feb 21, 2017 3:24:17 GMT -5
We come in on the interior of Nessa Wall's living room, our hero, the Abominable Showman is relaxing on the couch, feet up on the table. The SVW Pride championship is on the table, propped up showing off the plate for everyone to see. The champion herself can barely be seen off to the right, though from the fleeting glances that we get, we can tell that she's exercising.
Matt: So many times in wrestling we get that old cliche stand in front of the camera and tell everyone why you're better, why you're going to win a match or why you don't think the Game Changer was a dumb idea. I know this because, well, I'm the best at them. I have a way with words that so many of you just don't; I understand it gets frustrating for you all to work endlessly on scripts or bullet points and I just come out and nail it on the first take. Why am I telling you all this? What do any of you care? You're up all hours of the night hating for me this very reason, why should I rub your nose in it?
Well my partner and I had a bet a little earlier, she didn't believe that I could record a whole video while she's doing yoga right there. Somehow little miss thing over here thought I would be too distracted to be able to talk to you all about our upcoming match with the Knights of Anarchy, like they're anything but orderly, stand in line gentlemen anymore. Well Ness and I were perfectly fine getting in line for a tag title shot, much like these scrubs are expectedly doing, but we were cheated out of our opportunity by some "fan" in the crowd. Did Kyle or Nick have anything to say about it? Of course not, because we're not their favourites, but that's fine. Ness and I don't need the fast track to the tag championships, we'll climb up through the ranks all year if we have to and that starts this week.
Stone glances over at Nessa who's in the process of completing the Downward Facing Dog and he stumbles through the next few words before regaining composure.
Matt: Garry Lowan...err...Larry Gowan and Chandler Bing aren't the partners that Nessa and I are. Well, that should go without saying given who they are, but what I meant is that her and I have been on the same page since day 1. We haven't had any public fights, there aren't questions about whether or not we've really patched things up and we both know we can rely on each other one completely. We're better people, as well, the only vice we have, if you can call it that, is each other. Lots of people have been saying that our match at Criminal Intent will be on our minds, acting as a distraction but let me tell you, if I can sit here and get two words out of my mouth, let alone everything I've said thus far, it should prove to you all that I'm not easily distracted. This match isn't about the Pride championship, this match is about the team of people who care about one another taking on the two rejects from the retirement home.
Matt reaches out over the couch arm and lifts a can of Cream Soda up to the camera, glancing over at Nessa one more time as she smiles back up at him during another provocative pose.
Matt: So cheers boys, hope you have that Champagne bottle on ice, you're going to need it, but not because you'll be victorious, oh no. You're going to need that sweet nectar to sooth your damaged egos and drown your sorrows. This has just been me talking, but once we get in that ring, Nessa is ready to do some serious damage. Both of us want this win, we deserve it after the debacle in the tournament, and I've already proven I can beat Larry one on one, come Uprising, we prove we can defeat former Tag Team Champions. Alone we're formidable, together we are unstoppable. I hope you two enjoy the sound of my voice, because neither of you can Shut Me Up!
Nessa clears her throat softly, straightening out from her boat pose as she sits up on her yoga mat.
Nessa: Correction, sweetie: Shut Us Up!
Matt: So many times in wrestling we get that old cliche stand in front of the camera and tell everyone why you're better, why you're going to win a match or why you don't think the Game Changer was a dumb idea. I know this because, well, I'm the best at them. I have a way with words that so many of you just don't; I understand it gets frustrating for you all to work endlessly on scripts or bullet points and I just come out and nail it on the first take. Why am I telling you all this? What do any of you care? You're up all hours of the night hating for me this very reason, why should I rub your nose in it?
Well my partner and I had a bet a little earlier, she didn't believe that I could record a whole video while she's doing yoga right there. Somehow little miss thing over here thought I would be too distracted to be able to talk to you all about our upcoming match with the Knights of Anarchy, like they're anything but orderly, stand in line gentlemen anymore. Well Ness and I were perfectly fine getting in line for a tag title shot, much like these scrubs are expectedly doing, but we were cheated out of our opportunity by some "fan" in the crowd. Did Kyle or Nick have anything to say about it? Of course not, because we're not their favourites, but that's fine. Ness and I don't need the fast track to the tag championships, we'll climb up through the ranks all year if we have to and that starts this week.
Stone glances over at Nessa who's in the process of completing the Downward Facing Dog and he stumbles through the next few words before regaining composure.
Matt: Garry Lowan...err...Larry Gowan and Chandler Bing aren't the partners that Nessa and I are. Well, that should go without saying given who they are, but what I meant is that her and I have been on the same page since day 1. We haven't had any public fights, there aren't questions about whether or not we've really patched things up and we both know we can rely on each other one completely. We're better people, as well, the only vice we have, if you can call it that, is each other. Lots of people have been saying that our match at Criminal Intent will be on our minds, acting as a distraction but let me tell you, if I can sit here and get two words out of my mouth, let alone everything I've said thus far, it should prove to you all that I'm not easily distracted. This match isn't about the Pride championship, this match is about the team of people who care about one another taking on the two rejects from the retirement home.
Matt reaches out over the couch arm and lifts a can of Cream Soda up to the camera, glancing over at Nessa one more time as she smiles back up at him during another provocative pose.
Matt: So cheers boys, hope you have that Champagne bottle on ice, you're going to need it, but not because you'll be victorious, oh no. You're going to need that sweet nectar to sooth your damaged egos and drown your sorrows. This has just been me talking, but once we get in that ring, Nessa is ready to do some serious damage. Both of us want this win, we deserve it after the debacle in the tournament, and I've already proven I can beat Larry one on one, come Uprising, we prove we can defeat former Tag Team Champions. Alone we're formidable, together we are unstoppable. I hope you two enjoy the sound of my voice, because neither of you can Shut Me Up!
Nessa clears her throat softly, straightening out from her boat pose as she sits up on her yoga mat.
Nessa: Correction, sweetie: Shut Us Up!
