Post by Warren Shaw on Nov 21, 2014 2:05:27 GMT
“Do you think these idiots are taking the term “silence is golden” literally?”
The scene opens and focuses in on the piercing eyes of Warren Shaw, as he examines his laptop screen with disappointment. His question doesn't garner a response from Lora; who is too busy shadow boxing in the center of the couple's living room.
Warren: “I mean, I know we're dealing with a drug addict and the mentally deranged here; but surely they don't think that keeping quiet will help them attain tag team gold?”
Still no response from the blonde. Warren fixes his stare upon his wife.
Warren: “Lora?”
Through heavy breaths, she fires out a calm – albeit firm – response.
Lora: “Honey, we've talked about this. You don't interrupt me when I'm training.”
He rolls his eyes and returns his focus to the laptop screen, searching high and low on the Metro:PRO website for anything from either Lunar or 8-Ball pertaining to their upcoming tag team tournament match. His search proves fruitless.
Warren: “I'm just curious as to why they're half-assing their promoting duties.”
Without hesitation, Shaw activates the web camera on the rim of his laptop, before adjusting it so that he can record a simple video diary of his own. Lora is in the background performing a series of combination attacks.
Warren: “As I sit here, I'm questioning what it is that's caused 8-Ball and Lunar to remain tight-lipped all week long. At first I thought that it could be a tactical move, but that would be pointless. At the end of the day, part of this role involves promoting the upcoming fight and failure to do that will likely result in the fans not investing any belief or desire in your chances of winning. When that happens, they'll get on your back and start giving you heat. After all, you couldn't be bothered to entertain them in the build up to the fight, so why the hell should they care about you? What happens when two people who struggle with their composure and focus are getting heat from the fans? Jeez, I dread to think. I guess we'll find out on Sunday because you two have insulted us as your opponents and the fans as the viewing audience.”
He pauses briefly for reflection.
Warren: “So if it's not tactical, what is it? Distractions? Is it the fact that marijuana – whether there are links to medicinal benefits or not – sedates the human body? Is the reason we've yet to hear from 8-Ball simply because he's so baked that he doesn't know whether it's New York or New Year? This lazy, lack-lustre attitude won't do you any favours inside the ring, my friend. Maybe Lunar has been too distracted scouring roof tops at night in the hope of fighting crime? Working night shift can't be great for training. After all, he's got to sleep some time. Is he going to argue that and deprive himself of rest? If so, we'll finish him off and put him to sleep in seconds.”
Another momentary pause ensues.
Warren: “Maybe it's intimidation? Perhaps the fact that Lora and I are a well-oiled team is just too much for either of them to handle? Hell, maybe 8-Ball is backing out because he can't defend submissions to save himself but has to face two of the best submission fighters in the company? Could it even be that his inferior strength is as much mental as it is physical? Add all that to the fact that he's got the most basic, least developed technique in this match and perhaps Herbert has decided to keep his mouth shut and not ruffle any feathers? Lunar could be intimidated by our experience too, coupled with the fact that he's been randomly paired with a stoner who – on paper – appears to be out of his depth in this match. Maybe our masked hero is just a little concerned that his opponents have a better in-ring intelligence than him? After all, these are all factors that equate to Lora and I being firm favourites for a tag team bout.”
Having been distracted by his piece-to-camera, Lora stops exercising and shouts at him.
Lora: “God! Can't a girl get some quiet time?!”
Warren looks away from the camera and examines his beautiful wife – particularly the perspiration patch on her backside from training. He grimaces.
Warren: “Sweetie, your ass is sw...”
Lora stops and stares daggers at him, warning him to tread carefully.
Warren: “Sweet. Your ass is sweet in those sweatpants.”
The pigtail-toting blonde smiles and moves towards him.
Lora: “Thanks, baby. They're yours. I borrowed them.”
Warren closes his eyes, mildly disgusted.
Warren: “Keep 'em.”
With that, he reaches for the laptop and closes it, ending the recording.
The scene opens and focuses in on the piercing eyes of Warren Shaw, as he examines his laptop screen with disappointment. His question doesn't garner a response from Lora; who is too busy shadow boxing in the center of the couple's living room.
Warren: “I mean, I know we're dealing with a drug addict and the mentally deranged here; but surely they don't think that keeping quiet will help them attain tag team gold?”
Still no response from the blonde. Warren fixes his stare upon his wife.
Warren: “Lora?”
Through heavy breaths, she fires out a calm – albeit firm – response.
Lora: “Honey, we've talked about this. You don't interrupt me when I'm training.”
He rolls his eyes and returns his focus to the laptop screen, searching high and low on the Metro:PRO website for anything from either Lunar or 8-Ball pertaining to their upcoming tag team tournament match. His search proves fruitless.
Warren: “I'm just curious as to why they're half-assing their promoting duties.”
Without hesitation, Shaw activates the web camera on the rim of his laptop, before adjusting it so that he can record a simple video diary of his own. Lora is in the background performing a series of combination attacks.
Warren: “As I sit here, I'm questioning what it is that's caused 8-Ball and Lunar to remain tight-lipped all week long. At first I thought that it could be a tactical move, but that would be pointless. At the end of the day, part of this role involves promoting the upcoming fight and failure to do that will likely result in the fans not investing any belief or desire in your chances of winning. When that happens, they'll get on your back and start giving you heat. After all, you couldn't be bothered to entertain them in the build up to the fight, so why the hell should they care about you? What happens when two people who struggle with their composure and focus are getting heat from the fans? Jeez, I dread to think. I guess we'll find out on Sunday because you two have insulted us as your opponents and the fans as the viewing audience.”
He pauses briefly for reflection.
Warren: “So if it's not tactical, what is it? Distractions? Is it the fact that marijuana – whether there are links to medicinal benefits or not – sedates the human body? Is the reason we've yet to hear from 8-Ball simply because he's so baked that he doesn't know whether it's New York or New Year? This lazy, lack-lustre attitude won't do you any favours inside the ring, my friend. Maybe Lunar has been too distracted scouring roof tops at night in the hope of fighting crime? Working night shift can't be great for training. After all, he's got to sleep some time. Is he going to argue that and deprive himself of rest? If so, we'll finish him off and put him to sleep in seconds.”
Another momentary pause ensues.
Warren: “Maybe it's intimidation? Perhaps the fact that Lora and I are a well-oiled team is just too much for either of them to handle? Hell, maybe 8-Ball is backing out because he can't defend submissions to save himself but has to face two of the best submission fighters in the company? Could it even be that his inferior strength is as much mental as it is physical? Add all that to the fact that he's got the most basic, least developed technique in this match and perhaps Herbert has decided to keep his mouth shut and not ruffle any feathers? Lunar could be intimidated by our experience too, coupled with the fact that he's been randomly paired with a stoner who – on paper – appears to be out of his depth in this match. Maybe our masked hero is just a little concerned that his opponents have a better in-ring intelligence than him? After all, these are all factors that equate to Lora and I being firm favourites for a tag team bout.”
Having been distracted by his piece-to-camera, Lora stops exercising and shouts at him.
Lora: “God! Can't a girl get some quiet time?!”
Warren looks away from the camera and examines his beautiful wife – particularly the perspiration patch on her backside from training. He grimaces.
Warren: “Sweetie, your ass is sw...”
Lora stops and stares daggers at him, warning him to tread carefully.
Warren: “Sweet. Your ass is sweet in those sweatpants.”
The pigtail-toting blonde smiles and moves towards him.
Lora: “Thanks, baby. They're yours. I borrowed them.”
Warren closes his eyes, mildly disgusted.
Warren: “Keep 'em.”
With that, he reaches for the laptop and closes it, ending the recording.
