Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 9:08:45 GMT -5
Matt: “You know that’s mine, right?”
Sib: “Aye...bu’ i’ looks better on me.”
It might be a bit of a strange conversation to come in on, but then again, considering the couple in question, it’s probably pretty normal. We open in the familiar apartment of Siobhain MacKenna, who looks to be in a remarkably pleasant mood, all things considering. Then again, there’s maybe something just a little liberating about deciding that everyone else can go fuck themselves. Or maybe it’s just finally figuring out what direction she should be taking. Or maybe...well let’s face it, it could be a lot of things, and that’s really not important. The important thing is that the couple, who might be a little questionable in their compatibility, certainly there’s been more than a few people that have questioned it, to which the feisty brunette usually responds with a rousing ‘go fuck yourself’...but they occupy the living room, Stone settled on the couch, Sib not terribly far away. The item in question? Stone’s Primetime Championship, recently so successfully defended twice on the same night. Currently, said championship is wrapped around Sib’s shapely waist.
Matt: “That may be so, but it’s still my baby. There are two things you don’t take from a man, his dignity and his title. Superficial nonsense, yes, but I choose to take the latter literally, so gimmie.”
Sib: “Come an’ take i’ then. T’is no’ as i’ Ahm goin’ anywere wi’ i’. Ahm jus’ tryin’ i’ on luv.”
She chuckles softly, a hand lifting to flick dark locks back from her face before fixing him with a warm smile.
Sib: “Bu’ if ya really want i’ back so badly...feel free ta come an’ take i’ off me.”
Matt: “Take it off you? Why don’t you, come over here, and then we can talk about Face-Off”
Matt wanted to get his views out to the public as quickly as possible, he’s quite annoyed with this week’s show and the sooner he can get them vocalized, the better. Unfortunately, Sib doesn’t seem to share his thoughts. Not judging by the roll of her eyes.
Sib: “Or, an’ this is jus’ a thought...ya can say fook Face Off, because we’ve go’ plenty o’ time, an’ we can celebrate yer retainin’ good an’ proper.”
Matt smirked slightly. Despite the pain in his right arm from the blow Leon delivered with the steel chair, Mayhem had been an overwhelming success and celebration should be at the top of his list, but when you expect something to happen, celebrating it doesn’t seem that necessary
Matt: “We can celebrate anytime, we’re both here now and that sounds like a good time to welcome this newcomer into CRW the old fashioned way.”
Sib: “Oh c’mon Luv. There’s plenty o’ time ta ge’ ta tha’. Ya can take one bloody night, jus’ one. We’ve go’ plenty o’ time. Don’ make me beg.”
Matt: “One night? Mayhem was three nights ago. This is kind of important, dear”
Matt hates procrastinating when it comes to venting at a camera, it’s a necessary release to him and boy did he have some bones to pick.
Sib: “Important?! T’is Chris Mosh an’ some new guy! ‘ow bloody important can tha’ possibly be?! Ya know wha’? Jus’ ferget i’. Ahm sure i’ Ah was some easy li’l whore like the sluts ya’ve been all o’er on Twitter Ah wouldn’ ‘ave any problems convincin’ ya ta leave off the camera fer a night. Bu’ t’is obvious where ya priori-”
Nothing interrupts an angry rant like an eye crossing sneeze. And that’s exactly what happens. Sib’s nose scrunches, and she sneezes, shooting an annoyed look at the sneaky ninja cat creeping around her feet.
Sib: “Nevermind.”
Matt just shakes his head with a look of bemusement
Matt: “Really, one of my Twitter sluts? You DO remember that you were one of those so called sluts before, right? Did you think that I’d just drop everything I’ve been doing and devote all my time to appeasing you? I don’t understand how being a little friendly on Twitter can cause you this much anger. I talk to people, you actually left to be with Rex! Whether that was flirting or not, I really don’t care, but I should be the only champion you worry about, as made evident by the fact that I still have my title.”
Actually, she had his title, but that didn’t change his point. She stares at him. Stares at him hard. And it could be for any number of reasons. Maybe because he called her a “Twitter slut”, maybe because he was suggesting that she was one of those needy bitches who needed to be constantly appeased. For a moment she looks like maybe she might pick the cat at her feet up and throw him at the smug bastard.
Sib: “First o’ all, when we were ‘flirtin’ ya were no’ actually wi’ anyone. An’ when ya go’ wi’ Emily, Ah stopped flirtin’ wi’ ya out o’ respect. Second o’ all, Ah ne’er asked ya ta devote all yer time ta me, bu’ t’is a damned shitty thing ta constantly be asked if Ah know yer cheatin’ on me, or if we’re still tagether, because yer bein’ a complete whore on Twitter. Rex is a friend. ‘e was a friend before ya, bu’ tha’s all he is. A friend. He’s with Ally, bu’ he needed someone ta talk ta. An’ tha’s all tha’ was. Talon was there too tha’ night. Ya want ta accuse me o’ sleepin’ wi’ ‘im too while yer a’ i’? If ya didn’ want me goin’, ya should ‘ave said somethin’. Bu’ ya didn’. Bu’ ya cannae honestly expect me ta be ‘appy wi’ the fact tha’ yer ooglin’ some skank’s ass, or mackin’ on some other chick every time Ah turn mah back!”
She went from trying to bed him to calling him a whore. Interesting tactic to get him in the mood, for sure. Matt sighs and looks at her for a moment, she was breathing heavily and it was obvious she was about as far from amused as a person could be.
Matt: “I’m going to need you to take a step off that high horse you’ve elected to rest on before you get bucked off. I didn’t say you were sleeping with Rex-or anyone-for that matter. I’m not accusing you of anything, nor will I ever. I trust you, all I ask is that you do the same for me.”
Sib: “Do ya ‘ave any idea o’ ‘ow much i’ bothers me? Ta constantly be gettin’ questions like tha’? Ya want me ta trust ya, bu’ t’is no’ a matter o’ trust. I’ jus’...i’ bothers me Matt. An’ Ah think i’ bothers me more tha’ ya act like ya don’ care tha’ i’ does.”
Matt: “Well it doesn’t mean anything to me, so I guess I can’t grasp why it bothers you at all. Why people are asking you that though is kind of insulting. No one asks me if we’re together or not, and if they did, the answer of course would be yes. If other people are reading into what I do, don’t listen to them. They don’t know me, you do. Remember that. ”
The brunette sighed heavily, shaking her head.
Sib: “They don’ ask ya because yer the one doin’ the flirtin’ around. Ahm sorry, Ahve jus’ ‘ad a lot on mah mind, an’ Ah don’ know wha’ ta think sometimes. Ah guess maybe Ahm a wee bi’ more fooked in the ‘ead than Ah thought.”
Matt: “Well you certainly sound it. If you think any ol’ girl on Twitter can make up for you, then you’re completely insane. I was on the street Sib when you came along and rescued me. You’re my girl, not anyone else. That is, if you still want to be. ”
Alright, so maybe it wasn’t the bg romantic reassurance that some people might have been expecting, but then most people don’t really know the Primetime Champion. So they might not realize that even the little effort was more than enough smooth things over, mostly because for him, it must have taken a phenomenal amount of effort. It’s enough to deflate her temper. Sib moves to drop onto the couch beside him, wrapping him in a hug.
Sib: “O’ course Ah still want ta be. Ya might frustrate the ‘ell out o’ me sometimes, bu’ Ahm no’ plannin’ on goin’ anywhere. Yer the only one fer-”
Her nose wrinkles again, and she jerks her head back just in time to avoid sneezing all over him. Matt looked over at her with a mix of affection and amusement.
Matt: “You can’t even say that hun. Don’t worry, I know what you’re trying to say and I appreciate it. But that still doesn’t resolve the fact that we have a promo to record and you seem to be going through some sort of sickness.”
Ugh, promo. She makes a face, her nose wrinkling as she scoots away.
Sib: “There are no words fer ‘ow much Ah dinnae wan’ ta do a promo right now.”
Matt: “That’s ironic, because all I would need is you to speak and we would be golden when it comes to the promo we need to get through. I’ll put it in Sib terms for you, once we talkie, then we make boom-boom.”
Sib: “Ah don’ think Ah care fer ya tone. So no. Ya can do the talkin’ thing. Ahm no’ goin’ ta. Sad day when a bloke’s more interested in prattlin’ on ta a camera instead o’ spendin’ quality time wi’ ‘is girl.”
Matt: “I can prattle on you any time, right now is talking time. So why don’t you give me my precious and let me do my thing, then we can go back there and do your thing? ”
As if he’s going to get his way. Oh no. Sib smiles, broadly, shaking her head as she gets up and backs away.
Sib: “Oh no. Ya can ‘ave ya ‘precious’ back when ya turn the camera off.”
Matt reaches out to grab his title, but Sib is quicker than he is with his bum arm and he fails worse than Leon Corbin trying to outsmart someone
Matt: “That’s not fair, I need it to look badass!”
Sib: “Ya don’ need a shiny pretty ‘roud ya waist ta look badass. Ya jus’ do ya thing luv, an’ ya can come ge’ i’ when yer done.”
She’s apparently very intent on her plan, since she blows a kiss at him off the tips of her fingers, then turns and walks out of frame. Matt tilts his head to watch her as she walks out of the frame and shakes his head, a smirk on his face though.
Matt: “Okay, we’re going to do this naked, I suppose”
Of course, he was talking about not having his title, as he was clearly wearing clothes. He elects to turn on the camera and start speaking
Matt: “So I’m just going to get a few things off my chest first before I get into my match this week against Thing 1 and Thing 2. First and foremost, I told you so. As the only singles champion to successfully defend their title at Mayhem - and defend it twice - I would hope that you would all stop doubting me now. You won’t, but really you all just look like a group of morons at this point. But Matt, I hear you saying, Tobias Burden is still the Apex champion. Yeah, and if he could have held on for an extra second he would have had an impressive victory over Terry Marvin, but no, like a bitch, he tapped and ruined his chances. I heard the commentators say it was like kissing his sister, and really, only Chris Mish would know what that’s like, I say it’s more like pissing on your legacy. Burden proves nothing with a tie and can’t even show his face this week on Face-Off, can’t say I blame him. I mean, I win two matches and I’m still able to compete, but he can’t. Go figure. As for Rex losing the title? Great, couldn’t happen to a more deserving person. How a convict can get more cheers than me, I’ll never know, but that’s how this business operates.”
It is about this time that something comes flying into the frame from the direction Sib wandered off in. The object? A shirt. A very familiar shirt actually. For those that were paying attention earlier, they might recognize the shirt as the feisty brunette was just wearing. Stone stares for a moment before shaking his head and forging onward.
Matt: “Uhh, where was I? Right, on to this week. Team ShamStone is taking on Chris Mosh and the Weekend Warrior. What a formidable duo they should be...yeah. First, let’s start with Chris. Much like the h in your name Chris, I suggest you remain silent this week because anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of Stone. Did anyone else notice that Mosh had an office last week? Where did he get an office? Who gives Chris Mosh an office? These are the questions that keep me up at night folks. But when your main claim to fame is having someone engage in intercourse with your sister, I hardly see that as qualifications towards owning an office. Sure, he’s a former this and a former that, but he’s gone nowhere but down lately and that’ll be the case on the upcoming Face-Off. For the first time in my CRW career I’m teaming with someone who I don’t have to carry. You haven’t shared two words with your partner Chris and Sib and I? Yeah, we’ve shared more than words lately...”
Another object enters the frame via projectile status, and this time it’s the denim shorts she was wearing. Once more Stone gapes, although this time its obviously at his girlfriend who remains just out of view.
Matt: “Riiiiiight...so yeah...Sean Barnaby. Who the hell are you? You’re like, twice my age and you’re still of the belief that you can hang with me? So you’re here to follow your dreams, eh? Ain't that sweet, well sadly, I’m in the process of chasing one of my dreams, and that’s getting another title to add to my collection. A few weeks ago, Sib and I defeated Leon and Kilroy on Face-Off and after this match, we should be in line for a Tag Team title match, hopefully at Code: Redemption. Like Babe Ruth, I’m calling my shot here. But don’t get discouraged Sean, you’re not going to be set back too far with this loss, not everyone can win their debut and really, you don’t have to. Just stand on the apron, let Mosh do his thing in the ring where he lays down on his back and bring a notepad to write down what a real team looks like...”
Another item, a bra this time. A frilly, emerald green thing, and that certainly gets his attention. Or maybe the math finally clicks. Orrr, maybe it’s the fact a few seconds after the bra puts in an appearance, a pair of frilly lacy underwear in the same green as the bra. That’s probably when the realization clicks that his girl is kind of standing there wearing nothing but the Primetime Championship. And, well, suddenly, the whole promo thing doesn’t seem quite as important as it had before.
Matt: “I uhh...I’ll talk more later, shut me up and all that jazz...”
There’s a soft laugh from Sib as Stone reaches to turn the camera off.
Sib: “Aye...bu’ i’ looks better on me.”
It might be a bit of a strange conversation to come in on, but then again, considering the couple in question, it’s probably pretty normal. We open in the familiar apartment of Siobhain MacKenna, who looks to be in a remarkably pleasant mood, all things considering. Then again, there’s maybe something just a little liberating about deciding that everyone else can go fuck themselves. Or maybe it’s just finally figuring out what direction she should be taking. Or maybe...well let’s face it, it could be a lot of things, and that’s really not important. The important thing is that the couple, who might be a little questionable in their compatibility, certainly there’s been more than a few people that have questioned it, to which the feisty brunette usually responds with a rousing ‘go fuck yourself’...but they occupy the living room, Stone settled on the couch, Sib not terribly far away. The item in question? Stone’s Primetime Championship, recently so successfully defended twice on the same night. Currently, said championship is wrapped around Sib’s shapely waist.
Matt: “That may be so, but it’s still my baby. There are two things you don’t take from a man, his dignity and his title. Superficial nonsense, yes, but I choose to take the latter literally, so gimmie.”
Sib: “Come an’ take i’ then. T’is no’ as i’ Ahm goin’ anywere wi’ i’. Ahm jus’ tryin’ i’ on luv.”
She chuckles softly, a hand lifting to flick dark locks back from her face before fixing him with a warm smile.
Sib: “Bu’ if ya really want i’ back so badly...feel free ta come an’ take i’ off me.”
Matt: “Take it off you? Why don’t you, come over here, and then we can talk about Face-Off”
Matt wanted to get his views out to the public as quickly as possible, he’s quite annoyed with this week’s show and the sooner he can get them vocalized, the better. Unfortunately, Sib doesn’t seem to share his thoughts. Not judging by the roll of her eyes.
Sib: “Or, an’ this is jus’ a thought...ya can say fook Face Off, because we’ve go’ plenty o’ time, an’ we can celebrate yer retainin’ good an’ proper.”
Matt smirked slightly. Despite the pain in his right arm from the blow Leon delivered with the steel chair, Mayhem had been an overwhelming success and celebration should be at the top of his list, but when you expect something to happen, celebrating it doesn’t seem that necessary
Matt: “We can celebrate anytime, we’re both here now and that sounds like a good time to welcome this newcomer into CRW the old fashioned way.”
Sib: “Oh c’mon Luv. There’s plenty o’ time ta ge’ ta tha’. Ya can take one bloody night, jus’ one. We’ve go’ plenty o’ time. Don’ make me beg.”
Matt: “One night? Mayhem was three nights ago. This is kind of important, dear”
Matt hates procrastinating when it comes to venting at a camera, it’s a necessary release to him and boy did he have some bones to pick.
Sib: “Important?! T’is Chris Mosh an’ some new guy! ‘ow bloody important can tha’ possibly be?! Ya know wha’? Jus’ ferget i’. Ahm sure i’ Ah was some easy li’l whore like the sluts ya’ve been all o’er on Twitter Ah wouldn’ ‘ave any problems convincin’ ya ta leave off the camera fer a night. Bu’ t’is obvious where ya priori-”
Nothing interrupts an angry rant like an eye crossing sneeze. And that’s exactly what happens. Sib’s nose scrunches, and she sneezes, shooting an annoyed look at the sneaky ninja cat creeping around her feet.
Sib: “Nevermind.”
Matt just shakes his head with a look of bemusement
Matt: “Really, one of my Twitter sluts? You DO remember that you were one of those so called sluts before, right? Did you think that I’d just drop everything I’ve been doing and devote all my time to appeasing you? I don’t understand how being a little friendly on Twitter can cause you this much anger. I talk to people, you actually left to be with Rex! Whether that was flirting or not, I really don’t care, but I should be the only champion you worry about, as made evident by the fact that I still have my title.”
Actually, she had his title, but that didn’t change his point. She stares at him. Stares at him hard. And it could be for any number of reasons. Maybe because he called her a “Twitter slut”, maybe because he was suggesting that she was one of those needy bitches who needed to be constantly appeased. For a moment she looks like maybe she might pick the cat at her feet up and throw him at the smug bastard.
Sib: “First o’ all, when we were ‘flirtin’ ya were no’ actually wi’ anyone. An’ when ya go’ wi’ Emily, Ah stopped flirtin’ wi’ ya out o’ respect. Second o’ all, Ah ne’er asked ya ta devote all yer time ta me, bu’ t’is a damned shitty thing ta constantly be asked if Ah know yer cheatin’ on me, or if we’re still tagether, because yer bein’ a complete whore on Twitter. Rex is a friend. ‘e was a friend before ya, bu’ tha’s all he is. A friend. He’s with Ally, bu’ he needed someone ta talk ta. An’ tha’s all tha’ was. Talon was there too tha’ night. Ya want ta accuse me o’ sleepin’ wi’ ‘im too while yer a’ i’? If ya didn’ want me goin’, ya should ‘ave said somethin’. Bu’ ya didn’. Bu’ ya cannae honestly expect me ta be ‘appy wi’ the fact tha’ yer ooglin’ some skank’s ass, or mackin’ on some other chick every time Ah turn mah back!”
She went from trying to bed him to calling him a whore. Interesting tactic to get him in the mood, for sure. Matt sighs and looks at her for a moment, she was breathing heavily and it was obvious she was about as far from amused as a person could be.
Matt: “I’m going to need you to take a step off that high horse you’ve elected to rest on before you get bucked off. I didn’t say you were sleeping with Rex-or anyone-for that matter. I’m not accusing you of anything, nor will I ever. I trust you, all I ask is that you do the same for me.”
Sib: “Do ya ‘ave any idea o’ ‘ow much i’ bothers me? Ta constantly be gettin’ questions like tha’? Ya want me ta trust ya, bu’ t’is no’ a matter o’ trust. I’ jus’...i’ bothers me Matt. An’ Ah think i’ bothers me more tha’ ya act like ya don’ care tha’ i’ does.”
Matt: “Well it doesn’t mean anything to me, so I guess I can’t grasp why it bothers you at all. Why people are asking you that though is kind of insulting. No one asks me if we’re together or not, and if they did, the answer of course would be yes. If other people are reading into what I do, don’t listen to them. They don’t know me, you do. Remember that. ”
The brunette sighed heavily, shaking her head.
Sib: “They don’ ask ya because yer the one doin’ the flirtin’ around. Ahm sorry, Ahve jus’ ‘ad a lot on mah mind, an’ Ah don’ know wha’ ta think sometimes. Ah guess maybe Ahm a wee bi’ more fooked in the ‘ead than Ah thought.”
Matt: “Well you certainly sound it. If you think any ol’ girl on Twitter can make up for you, then you’re completely insane. I was on the street Sib when you came along and rescued me. You’re my girl, not anyone else. That is, if you still want to be. ”
Alright, so maybe it wasn’t the bg romantic reassurance that some people might have been expecting, but then most people don’t really know the Primetime Champion. So they might not realize that even the little effort was more than enough smooth things over, mostly because for him, it must have taken a phenomenal amount of effort. It’s enough to deflate her temper. Sib moves to drop onto the couch beside him, wrapping him in a hug.
Sib: “O’ course Ah still want ta be. Ya might frustrate the ‘ell out o’ me sometimes, bu’ Ahm no’ plannin’ on goin’ anywhere. Yer the only one fer-”
Her nose wrinkles again, and she jerks her head back just in time to avoid sneezing all over him. Matt looked over at her with a mix of affection and amusement.
Matt: “You can’t even say that hun. Don’t worry, I know what you’re trying to say and I appreciate it. But that still doesn’t resolve the fact that we have a promo to record and you seem to be going through some sort of sickness.”
Ugh, promo. She makes a face, her nose wrinkling as she scoots away.
Sib: “There are no words fer ‘ow much Ah dinnae wan’ ta do a promo right now.”
Matt: “That’s ironic, because all I would need is you to speak and we would be golden when it comes to the promo we need to get through. I’ll put it in Sib terms for you, once we talkie, then we make boom-boom.”
Sib: “Ah don’ think Ah care fer ya tone. So no. Ya can do the talkin’ thing. Ahm no’ goin’ ta. Sad day when a bloke’s more interested in prattlin’ on ta a camera instead o’ spendin’ quality time wi’ ‘is girl.”
Matt: “I can prattle on you any time, right now is talking time. So why don’t you give me my precious and let me do my thing, then we can go back there and do your thing? ”
As if he’s going to get his way. Oh no. Sib smiles, broadly, shaking her head as she gets up and backs away.
Sib: “Oh no. Ya can ‘ave ya ‘precious’ back when ya turn the camera off.”
Matt reaches out to grab his title, but Sib is quicker than he is with his bum arm and he fails worse than Leon Corbin trying to outsmart someone
Matt: “That’s not fair, I need it to look badass!”
Sib: “Ya don’ need a shiny pretty ‘roud ya waist ta look badass. Ya jus’ do ya thing luv, an’ ya can come ge’ i’ when yer done.”
She’s apparently very intent on her plan, since she blows a kiss at him off the tips of her fingers, then turns and walks out of frame. Matt tilts his head to watch her as she walks out of the frame and shakes his head, a smirk on his face though.
Matt: “Okay, we’re going to do this naked, I suppose”
Of course, he was talking about not having his title, as he was clearly wearing clothes. He elects to turn on the camera and start speaking
Matt: “So I’m just going to get a few things off my chest first before I get into my match this week against Thing 1 and Thing 2. First and foremost, I told you so. As the only singles champion to successfully defend their title at Mayhem - and defend it twice - I would hope that you would all stop doubting me now. You won’t, but really you all just look like a group of morons at this point. But Matt, I hear you saying, Tobias Burden is still the Apex champion. Yeah, and if he could have held on for an extra second he would have had an impressive victory over Terry Marvin, but no, like a bitch, he tapped and ruined his chances. I heard the commentators say it was like kissing his sister, and really, only Chris Mish would know what that’s like, I say it’s more like pissing on your legacy. Burden proves nothing with a tie and can’t even show his face this week on Face-Off, can’t say I blame him. I mean, I win two matches and I’m still able to compete, but he can’t. Go figure. As for Rex losing the title? Great, couldn’t happen to a more deserving person. How a convict can get more cheers than me, I’ll never know, but that’s how this business operates.”
It is about this time that something comes flying into the frame from the direction Sib wandered off in. The object? A shirt. A very familiar shirt actually. For those that were paying attention earlier, they might recognize the shirt as the feisty brunette was just wearing. Stone stares for a moment before shaking his head and forging onward.
Matt: “Uhh, where was I? Right, on to this week. Team ShamStone is taking on Chris Mosh and the Weekend Warrior. What a formidable duo they should be...yeah. First, let’s start with Chris. Much like the h in your name Chris, I suggest you remain silent this week because anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of Stone. Did anyone else notice that Mosh had an office last week? Where did he get an office? Who gives Chris Mosh an office? These are the questions that keep me up at night folks. But when your main claim to fame is having someone engage in intercourse with your sister, I hardly see that as qualifications towards owning an office. Sure, he’s a former this and a former that, but he’s gone nowhere but down lately and that’ll be the case on the upcoming Face-Off. For the first time in my CRW career I’m teaming with someone who I don’t have to carry. You haven’t shared two words with your partner Chris and Sib and I? Yeah, we’ve shared more than words lately...”
Another object enters the frame via projectile status, and this time it’s the denim shorts she was wearing. Once more Stone gapes, although this time its obviously at his girlfriend who remains just out of view.
Matt: “Riiiiiight...so yeah...Sean Barnaby. Who the hell are you? You’re like, twice my age and you’re still of the belief that you can hang with me? So you’re here to follow your dreams, eh? Ain't that sweet, well sadly, I’m in the process of chasing one of my dreams, and that’s getting another title to add to my collection. A few weeks ago, Sib and I defeated Leon and Kilroy on Face-Off and after this match, we should be in line for a Tag Team title match, hopefully at Code: Redemption. Like Babe Ruth, I’m calling my shot here. But don’t get discouraged Sean, you’re not going to be set back too far with this loss, not everyone can win their debut and really, you don’t have to. Just stand on the apron, let Mosh do his thing in the ring where he lays down on his back and bring a notepad to write down what a real team looks like...”
Another item, a bra this time. A frilly, emerald green thing, and that certainly gets his attention. Or maybe the math finally clicks. Orrr, maybe it’s the fact a few seconds after the bra puts in an appearance, a pair of frilly lacy underwear in the same green as the bra. That’s probably when the realization clicks that his girl is kind of standing there wearing nothing but the Primetime Championship. And, well, suddenly, the whole promo thing doesn’t seem quite as important as it had before.
Matt: “I uhh...I’ll talk more later, shut me up and all that jazz...”
There’s a soft laugh from Sib as Stone reaches to turn the camera off.