Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2011 22:46:45 GMT -6
Capri, Italy
The scene opens up above a small coastline, the sun high in the sky pouring down its rays on the picturesque Marina Grande on the north of the small island of Capri, the ocean shimmering in the daylight as small boats litter the bay like stars in the nights sky. The landscape is a luscious green, the famous lemon trees littered across the coastline, as the white sands of the beach blend slowly into the small harbour side town before the building themselves become sparser in the rolling greenery which hugs the outline of the marina. The sound of screeching gulls pierces the otherwise peaceful tranquillity of the marina, the feathered scavengers fighting furiously over the scraps left behind or from the very mouths of unwitting tourists who litter the front of the bay. In the bay itself a small yacht soon begins to dominate the camera shot and before long it is clear that the man at the helm is none other than Roberto Verona, a young woman laid out across the deck, a straw hat covering her face and sunglasses protecting her eyes whilst a bikini protects her modesty.
Roberto Verona : It has been way too long since I came out here, I forgot how much I loved to sail. I always remember coming to Capri as a kid, it seems so long ago now.
Suddenly the woman pushes her hat off of her head to reveal that it is Hannah, Roberto’s former work colleague who is draped out across the deck on a colourful towel. Rolling over she looks up at Roberto and smiles.
Hannah : You never really told me about your childhood.
Roberto Verona : You never really asked.
Replies Roberto, smiling politely at his companion as he returns quickly to concentrating on manoeuvring the yacht carefully in the bay, the waves washing gently against the sides of the boat.
Hannah : To be honest, when I think about it Roberto I barely know anything about you, I guess we just never had time to talk back in Chicago, as soon as you brought one guy in you were back out after the next.
Roberto Verona : Here was me thinking that you ladies loved a guy with an air of mystery around him, I really ought to go bitch slap those relationship gurus.
Hannah laughs, throwing one of her sandals playfully in Roberto’s direction.
Roberto Verona : In all seriousness, I’ve just never been the type to share my problems and my past with all and sundry. Besides, you were all business I recall.
Hannah shrugs, brushing off Roberto’s observation.
Hannah : I thought that my job was important, that I could make a difference. I guess I just wanted to focus on that to take my mind off the reality of the legal jungle, I’d have gone mad if I hadn’t gotten out when I did.
Roberto Verona : You wouldn’t have gotten a free holiday either, you know I might have to start watching my money in case you start getting a little too greedy.
Hannah : I wouldn’t worry about me being a gold digger Roberto, I knew you when you were sleeping in the back of that **** heap you used to race across the states in remember?
Roberto Verona : Ahhh, Roxy. Now I just feel dirty when I think about getting inside something called Roxy, the nCw has muddied her memory forever.
The pair laugh as Roberto begins to slow the yacht down, making his way to the side before throwing a small anchor into the water. Walking over to a cooler Roberto grabs a soft drink from the box before closing it again and sitting on the side of the boat.
Hannah : How are you feeling anyway? Has the holiday helped at all?
Roberto Verona : Yeah, I’ve just needed some time away from the road and the cameras to get my head straight. I’ve not been in the game for the past few matches and I wanted to make damn sure I was ready to put on a show at Sovereign, I can’t afford to get distracted again, not this time.
Hannah : I wouldn’t worry too much Roberto, you know what Todd is going to bring to the party, all you need to do is make sure you don’t take your eye off the ball. Just focus on the job at hand, we can sort out the rest once it’s done.
Roberto Verona : I know, don’t worry I am more than ready for Williams. He is going to throw everything he has at me, but if anybody needs to focus it is him. The man has the worst possible taste in women that is humanly imaginable; I wouldn’t touch that pampered prima donna he has to share a ring with.
Hannah : Are you really talking about taste in women? Do you remember some of the girls you hooked up with in Chicago? Seriously, they looked good on your arm but they were as thick as pig ****. Christ, Katie was a complete moron.
Roberto Verona : I was hardly dating them for what came out of their mouths Hannah…
Jumping to her feet Hannah throws her hat to the floor along with her sunglasses, before walking towards Roberto.
Hannah : Ok, before this conversation goes floating into the gutter I am going to get out whilst I still can. Try not to reminisce over your carnal conquests too long Roberto, I wouldn’t want to start getting jealous….
As Roberto begins to look a little puzzled Hannah pushes her way past him, standing on the side of the yacht before diving into the ocean, disappearing as Roberto mutters to himself.
Roberto Verona : Jealous? Women….
Shaking his head Roberto gets up and walks over to a small table and chair, reaching into a small bag and retrieving a video camcorder. After messing around with the device Roberto turns the camera on himself and begins recording.
Roberto Verona : Excuse the camera work, you really aren’t paying me enough for Oscar worthy production values. Anyway, as I am dedicated to bringing you that nugget of gossip you all crave after I thought I had better say a few words in response to Mr. Williams. Oh, but before I begin can I please tell you all to stop bombarding my inbox asking me why I screwed over Rob Diamond, I am looking at you Jason Dunn. What the hell do they pay you for? Seriously. Anyway, Todd old boy, I had better put you straight on a few things.
Sitting back, Roberto sighs before he begins to speak.
Roberto Verona : Todd, Todd, Todd. You really need to stop living off of that one victory you fluked over me, seriously. Your answer for everything seems to be “I beat you last time”. Sovereign is a whole different ball game Todd, a few weeks ago I admit that I underestimated you. I saw the pussy whipped buffoon we all know and loathe and presumed that this whimpish behaviour would translate to your in-ring ability, I miscalculated you in that respect. This time, I won’t be making the same mistake; I will take you a little more seriously this time. So seriously, you can stop telling me how a few weeks ago you beat me; it simply will not matter this weekend at Sovereign. You’ve been on a hell of a run Todd, well done, but the funny thing with runs is that they can come to an abrupt end out of nowhere and it is how you react in the face of failure that will truly define you.
Roberto takes a quick sip of his drink before continuing.
Roberto Verona : You know Todd, I am glad that you are getting some practice in falling asleep whenever you listen to what I have to say, it will hold you in good stead for when I leave you unconscious the next time I see you. Although you will of course deny the possibility of you ever leaving the ring a defeated man, it is admirable but it is still stupid. The simple fact is that if you had got the job done the first time you and I fought Williams I’d still be laying in hospital getting sponge baths off of the nurses as I speak, so really we both ended up disappointed after our last match. Instead I just had to spend the following few days washing off the stench of average after spending too long in the ring with you.
Roberto smirks smugly before carrying to talk into the lens.
Roberto Verona : As for you getting bored of me repeating myself, how about you look in what’s left of your wife’s mirror there Toddster. Solution to the Revolution? Check. Italian Queer or some other jibe at my heritage? Check. I’M TODD WILLIAMS? Check. Blah, blah, blah, blah and blah? Check. Seriously, we clearly aren’t so dissimilar, asides from you being inferior in every conceivable way. The only other difference is that when I repeat myself, I am simply re-affirming the God’s honest truth whilst you deliver the same tirade of abuse and verbal diarrhoea with the genuine excitement and enthusiasm of a spider monkey on methamphetamine chasing banana mirages.
Verona laughs to himself, before a look of concern moulds across his face.
Roberto Verona : Then….well, it all just got plain ass weird. You are going to imagine me as your wife? Damn, for a man who loves to call me a queer you’ve got a weird way of proving your heterosexuality Todd. What are you going to do next call me a Mafia Faggot before bursting into a heart-warming rendition of YMCA? Make a woman of me? Frankly the only homosexuality you should be concerning yourself with is the Sapphic bond between your wife and Zelda, maybe you should worry about whose dick she is salivating over first before you start making accusations of what I do with mine. But, before you ramble on about me repeating myself again because I am making a joke at yours and your wife’s expense let me just say how happy I am to know that when you walk down to the ring at Sovereign you are going to be bringing it.
Suddenly Roberto begins to stare intently into the camera and his tone becomes on of purpose.
Roberto Verona : That is right Todd, I want you to bring all that pent up rage, aggression and hate to the ring on Sunday because I want you to give me all that you have got. Our match on Trauma was a meagre skirmish in comparison to this weekend, this weekend we go one on one at Sovereign and I am sure that on this point at least we will agree; I want people to remember this match for years. I want people to look back and say they were there when Todd Williams and Roberto Verona kicked the living daylights out of one another because let me make this plain and clear to you Todd, I do not doubt your ability to put on a hell of a match. No, what I doubt is your mental strength away from the ring, and it is that which I will mock until the day you either hang up your boots or stop being an idle-minded simpleton. This Sunday, I want us to steal the show and give these drooling cerebrally challenged morons a memory that will be forever etched in their mind, a match to define the dawns of both our careers and that is part, and I stress the word part, of the reason I screwed over Rob Diamond.
Well, let me be quite blunt with you. I didn’t put that belt on you because I wanted to make sure I got a shot at it, I don’t care how much you, Kelly Knite or the rest of the nCw roster claim that was my motive all along, you’ll still all be wrong. Let me be brutally honest Todd, if I wanted the belt that much I wouldn’t be wasting my time with you I would have simply gone after Diamond himself and wrenched it from his cold dead hands, I really do not need to put the belt around your waist to get myself put into the title picture. I know, I know it is really tempting to just live in the make-believe land where my life revolves solely around you Todd but unfortunately we live in the real world where I really do not need to make you the X-Champion to put myself in the frame for having a shot at it. You were right on one count though, I ensured you captured the belt to make deadly sure we had a match at Sovereign, but it sure as hell isn’t so I can claim to be the number one contender to take a shot at it.
Static fills the screen before slowly fading into shot to reveal the backstage area of the Bridgestone Arena, the host stadium of last weekend’s Collision. The camera begins to move hurriedly towards a figure making its way towards the car park at the rear of the facility, a sports bag flung over his shoulder. As the camera begins to catch up it is soon clear that the figure is Roberto Verona making his way to his car. Turning to face the camera, Roberto begins to chuckle to himself before smirking evilly.
Roberto Verona : Let me guess you want your worldwide exclusive as to why I helped Todd win that belt last night? To explain why on earth I would do such a thing? Well, asides from the fact that Rob Diamond is aligning himself with that backstabbing bitch Zelda Knite so he had it coming I had my reasons. I know, I know everybody will just think it is all some see-through plot to ensure that I am the next guy in line to get a shot at the X-championship, I am sure the internet wrestling forums are alive with people just plastering the screen with that exact theory. They are wrong though, it has nothing to do with me getting a shot at that belt, it means so much more than that.
So why exactly did I interfere in your match up with Rob Diamond at Collision Todd? If it wasn’t because I wanted to put myself in place for a shot at the belt myself what other possible conceivable reason could I have for getting myself involved? The reason is quite simple Todd; I simply just do not like you. Bizarre, right? I mean I can’t stand you but yet I do you the biggest favour of your career? I help you achieve your first real goal in your time here at nCw despite the fact I cannot understand why you exist? Well, it is all quite simple really. Let me spell this out for you in terms you may understands….here goes. I wanted to make sure that, after all the effort you poured in to claiming that belt that your victory would be forever tainted with the knowledge that you just couldn’t get the job done by yourself. I want you to always be known as the man who didn’t earn his belt, but the man who had to have it given to him on a plate. I promised you a revolution Todd and that is what I brought to Collision, I showed the world that I can, and will, decide who does what in this company. I proved that nCw is nothing but my own personal sandbox where it is me who decides the rules and it is the up to the rest of you to either play nicely, or find yourselves buried in the wake of my destiny. If I want that belt around your waist Todd, I will put it around your damn waist and if I want it for myself I’ll just take it right back from you on my terms, not yours.
I got exactly what I wanted Todd, everybody is talking about why I made you X-Champion, now we have our re-match at Sovereign and a chance to put on one of the most memorable matches of the year all whilst proving that all my talk of bringing a revolution was not a bunch of hot air, but a prophecy. History repeats itself Todd, you are quite right and just like Napoleon at Toulon I have made my point despite a few setbacks. This is just the start, screwing Diamond was purely the beginning and no matter what happens this weekend, I don’t plan on stopping manipulating you all to get exactly what I want and to revolutionise this business. I guarantee to you right here and now that this Sunday at Sovereign I won’t be meeting my Waterloo, oh no, I will be walking away from that ring covered in glory after I get my form back on track at your expense. Just remember to bring all that pent up hate with you, it will be all the sweeter when you realise it was all for nothing.
See you next week Williams, enjoy your “hard won prize”. Maybe next time you’ll get the job done yourself?
Roberto shoves the camera out of his face before wrestling with the camera man for control of the device, removing the tape and placing it in his sports bag.
Roberto Verona : I’ll let Todd sweat a little bit before I let you release this…
With that Roberto opens the driver’s side of his car, flinging the sports bag onto the rear seats of the vehicle before getting into the car and starting the engine, pulling away from the bemused crew who stand helplessly in the car park.
The scene opens up above a small coastline, the sun high in the sky pouring down its rays on the picturesque Marina Grande on the north of the small island of Capri, the ocean shimmering in the daylight as small boats litter the bay like stars in the nights sky. The landscape is a luscious green, the famous lemon trees littered across the coastline, as the white sands of the beach blend slowly into the small harbour side town before the building themselves become sparser in the rolling greenery which hugs the outline of the marina. The sound of screeching gulls pierces the otherwise peaceful tranquillity of the marina, the feathered scavengers fighting furiously over the scraps left behind or from the very mouths of unwitting tourists who litter the front of the bay. In the bay itself a small yacht soon begins to dominate the camera shot and before long it is clear that the man at the helm is none other than Roberto Verona, a young woman laid out across the deck, a straw hat covering her face and sunglasses protecting her eyes whilst a bikini protects her modesty.
Roberto Verona : It has been way too long since I came out here, I forgot how much I loved to sail. I always remember coming to Capri as a kid, it seems so long ago now.
Suddenly the woman pushes her hat off of her head to reveal that it is Hannah, Roberto’s former work colleague who is draped out across the deck on a colourful towel. Rolling over she looks up at Roberto and smiles.
Hannah : You never really told me about your childhood.
Roberto Verona : You never really asked.
Replies Roberto, smiling politely at his companion as he returns quickly to concentrating on manoeuvring the yacht carefully in the bay, the waves washing gently against the sides of the boat.
Hannah : To be honest, when I think about it Roberto I barely know anything about you, I guess we just never had time to talk back in Chicago, as soon as you brought one guy in you were back out after the next.
Roberto Verona : Here was me thinking that you ladies loved a guy with an air of mystery around him, I really ought to go bitch slap those relationship gurus.
Hannah laughs, throwing one of her sandals playfully in Roberto’s direction.
Roberto Verona : In all seriousness, I’ve just never been the type to share my problems and my past with all and sundry. Besides, you were all business I recall.
Hannah shrugs, brushing off Roberto’s observation.
Hannah : I thought that my job was important, that I could make a difference. I guess I just wanted to focus on that to take my mind off the reality of the legal jungle, I’d have gone mad if I hadn’t gotten out when I did.
Roberto Verona : You wouldn’t have gotten a free holiday either, you know I might have to start watching my money in case you start getting a little too greedy.
Hannah : I wouldn’t worry about me being a gold digger Roberto, I knew you when you were sleeping in the back of that **** heap you used to race across the states in remember?
Roberto Verona : Ahhh, Roxy. Now I just feel dirty when I think about getting inside something called Roxy, the nCw has muddied her memory forever.
The pair laugh as Roberto begins to slow the yacht down, making his way to the side before throwing a small anchor into the water. Walking over to a cooler Roberto grabs a soft drink from the box before closing it again and sitting on the side of the boat.
Hannah : How are you feeling anyway? Has the holiday helped at all?
Roberto Verona : Yeah, I’ve just needed some time away from the road and the cameras to get my head straight. I’ve not been in the game for the past few matches and I wanted to make damn sure I was ready to put on a show at Sovereign, I can’t afford to get distracted again, not this time.
Hannah : I wouldn’t worry too much Roberto, you know what Todd is going to bring to the party, all you need to do is make sure you don’t take your eye off the ball. Just focus on the job at hand, we can sort out the rest once it’s done.
Roberto Verona : I know, don’t worry I am more than ready for Williams. He is going to throw everything he has at me, but if anybody needs to focus it is him. The man has the worst possible taste in women that is humanly imaginable; I wouldn’t touch that pampered prima donna he has to share a ring with.
Hannah : Are you really talking about taste in women? Do you remember some of the girls you hooked up with in Chicago? Seriously, they looked good on your arm but they were as thick as pig ****. Christ, Katie was a complete moron.
Roberto Verona : I was hardly dating them for what came out of their mouths Hannah…
Jumping to her feet Hannah throws her hat to the floor along with her sunglasses, before walking towards Roberto.
Hannah : Ok, before this conversation goes floating into the gutter I am going to get out whilst I still can. Try not to reminisce over your carnal conquests too long Roberto, I wouldn’t want to start getting jealous….
As Roberto begins to look a little puzzled Hannah pushes her way past him, standing on the side of the yacht before diving into the ocean, disappearing as Roberto mutters to himself.
Roberto Verona : Jealous? Women….
Shaking his head Roberto gets up and walks over to a small table and chair, reaching into a small bag and retrieving a video camcorder. After messing around with the device Roberto turns the camera on himself and begins recording.
Roberto Verona : Excuse the camera work, you really aren’t paying me enough for Oscar worthy production values. Anyway, as I am dedicated to bringing you that nugget of gossip you all crave after I thought I had better say a few words in response to Mr. Williams. Oh, but before I begin can I please tell you all to stop bombarding my inbox asking me why I screwed over Rob Diamond, I am looking at you Jason Dunn. What the hell do they pay you for? Seriously. Anyway, Todd old boy, I had better put you straight on a few things.
Sitting back, Roberto sighs before he begins to speak.
Roberto Verona : Todd, Todd, Todd. You really need to stop living off of that one victory you fluked over me, seriously. Your answer for everything seems to be “I beat you last time”. Sovereign is a whole different ball game Todd, a few weeks ago I admit that I underestimated you. I saw the pussy whipped buffoon we all know and loathe and presumed that this whimpish behaviour would translate to your in-ring ability, I miscalculated you in that respect. This time, I won’t be making the same mistake; I will take you a little more seriously this time. So seriously, you can stop telling me how a few weeks ago you beat me; it simply will not matter this weekend at Sovereign. You’ve been on a hell of a run Todd, well done, but the funny thing with runs is that they can come to an abrupt end out of nowhere and it is how you react in the face of failure that will truly define you.
Roberto takes a quick sip of his drink before continuing.
Roberto Verona : You know Todd, I am glad that you are getting some practice in falling asleep whenever you listen to what I have to say, it will hold you in good stead for when I leave you unconscious the next time I see you. Although you will of course deny the possibility of you ever leaving the ring a defeated man, it is admirable but it is still stupid. The simple fact is that if you had got the job done the first time you and I fought Williams I’d still be laying in hospital getting sponge baths off of the nurses as I speak, so really we both ended up disappointed after our last match. Instead I just had to spend the following few days washing off the stench of average after spending too long in the ring with you.
Roberto smirks smugly before carrying to talk into the lens.
Roberto Verona : As for you getting bored of me repeating myself, how about you look in what’s left of your wife’s mirror there Toddster. Solution to the Revolution? Check. Italian Queer or some other jibe at my heritage? Check. I’M TODD WILLIAMS? Check. Blah, blah, blah, blah and blah? Check. Seriously, we clearly aren’t so dissimilar, asides from you being inferior in every conceivable way. The only other difference is that when I repeat myself, I am simply re-affirming the God’s honest truth whilst you deliver the same tirade of abuse and verbal diarrhoea with the genuine excitement and enthusiasm of a spider monkey on methamphetamine chasing banana mirages.
Verona laughs to himself, before a look of concern moulds across his face.
Roberto Verona : Then….well, it all just got plain ass weird. You are going to imagine me as your wife? Damn, for a man who loves to call me a queer you’ve got a weird way of proving your heterosexuality Todd. What are you going to do next call me a Mafia Faggot before bursting into a heart-warming rendition of YMCA? Make a woman of me? Frankly the only homosexuality you should be concerning yourself with is the Sapphic bond between your wife and Zelda, maybe you should worry about whose dick she is salivating over first before you start making accusations of what I do with mine. But, before you ramble on about me repeating myself again because I am making a joke at yours and your wife’s expense let me just say how happy I am to know that when you walk down to the ring at Sovereign you are going to be bringing it.
Suddenly Roberto begins to stare intently into the camera and his tone becomes on of purpose.
Roberto Verona : That is right Todd, I want you to bring all that pent up rage, aggression and hate to the ring on Sunday because I want you to give me all that you have got. Our match on Trauma was a meagre skirmish in comparison to this weekend, this weekend we go one on one at Sovereign and I am sure that on this point at least we will agree; I want people to remember this match for years. I want people to look back and say they were there when Todd Williams and Roberto Verona kicked the living daylights out of one another because let me make this plain and clear to you Todd, I do not doubt your ability to put on a hell of a match. No, what I doubt is your mental strength away from the ring, and it is that which I will mock until the day you either hang up your boots or stop being an idle-minded simpleton. This Sunday, I want us to steal the show and give these drooling cerebrally challenged morons a memory that will be forever etched in their mind, a match to define the dawns of both our careers and that is part, and I stress the word part, of the reason I screwed over Rob Diamond.
Well, let me be quite blunt with you. I didn’t put that belt on you because I wanted to make sure I got a shot at it, I don’t care how much you, Kelly Knite or the rest of the nCw roster claim that was my motive all along, you’ll still all be wrong. Let me be brutally honest Todd, if I wanted the belt that much I wouldn’t be wasting my time with you I would have simply gone after Diamond himself and wrenched it from his cold dead hands, I really do not need to put the belt around your waist to get myself put into the title picture. I know, I know it is really tempting to just live in the make-believe land where my life revolves solely around you Todd but unfortunately we live in the real world where I really do not need to make you the X-Champion to put myself in the frame for having a shot at it. You were right on one count though, I ensured you captured the belt to make deadly sure we had a match at Sovereign, but it sure as hell isn’t so I can claim to be the number one contender to take a shot at it.
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Static fills the screen before slowly fading into shot to reveal the backstage area of the Bridgestone Arena, the host stadium of last weekend’s Collision. The camera begins to move hurriedly towards a figure making its way towards the car park at the rear of the facility, a sports bag flung over his shoulder. As the camera begins to catch up it is soon clear that the figure is Roberto Verona making his way to his car. Turning to face the camera, Roberto begins to chuckle to himself before smirking evilly.
Roberto Verona : Let me guess you want your worldwide exclusive as to why I helped Todd win that belt last night? To explain why on earth I would do such a thing? Well, asides from the fact that Rob Diamond is aligning himself with that backstabbing bitch Zelda Knite so he had it coming I had my reasons. I know, I know everybody will just think it is all some see-through plot to ensure that I am the next guy in line to get a shot at the X-championship, I am sure the internet wrestling forums are alive with people just plastering the screen with that exact theory. They are wrong though, it has nothing to do with me getting a shot at that belt, it means so much more than that.
So why exactly did I interfere in your match up with Rob Diamond at Collision Todd? If it wasn’t because I wanted to put myself in place for a shot at the belt myself what other possible conceivable reason could I have for getting myself involved? The reason is quite simple Todd; I simply just do not like you. Bizarre, right? I mean I can’t stand you but yet I do you the biggest favour of your career? I help you achieve your first real goal in your time here at nCw despite the fact I cannot understand why you exist? Well, it is all quite simple really. Let me spell this out for you in terms you may understands….here goes. I wanted to make sure that, after all the effort you poured in to claiming that belt that your victory would be forever tainted with the knowledge that you just couldn’t get the job done by yourself. I want you to always be known as the man who didn’t earn his belt, but the man who had to have it given to him on a plate. I promised you a revolution Todd and that is what I brought to Collision, I showed the world that I can, and will, decide who does what in this company. I proved that nCw is nothing but my own personal sandbox where it is me who decides the rules and it is the up to the rest of you to either play nicely, or find yourselves buried in the wake of my destiny. If I want that belt around your waist Todd, I will put it around your damn waist and if I want it for myself I’ll just take it right back from you on my terms, not yours.
I got exactly what I wanted Todd, everybody is talking about why I made you X-Champion, now we have our re-match at Sovereign and a chance to put on one of the most memorable matches of the year all whilst proving that all my talk of bringing a revolution was not a bunch of hot air, but a prophecy. History repeats itself Todd, you are quite right and just like Napoleon at Toulon I have made my point despite a few setbacks. This is just the start, screwing Diamond was purely the beginning and no matter what happens this weekend, I don’t plan on stopping manipulating you all to get exactly what I want and to revolutionise this business. I guarantee to you right here and now that this Sunday at Sovereign I won’t be meeting my Waterloo, oh no, I will be walking away from that ring covered in glory after I get my form back on track at your expense. Just remember to bring all that pent up hate with you, it will be all the sweeter when you realise it was all for nothing.
See you next week Williams, enjoy your “hard won prize”. Maybe next time you’ll get the job done yourself?
Roberto shoves the camera out of his face before wrestling with the camera man for control of the device, removing the tape and placing it in his sports bag.
Roberto Verona : I’ll let Todd sweat a little bit before I let you release this…
With that Roberto opens the driver’s side of his car, flinging the sports bag onto the rear seats of the vehicle before getting into the car and starting the engine, pulling away from the bemused crew who stand helplessly in the car park.