Post by Pure Innovation on Sept 27, 2008 11:03:31 GMT -6
"Say, Siberia's like a sort place crappy people get sent for punishment right? You know, 'You fail at Olympics! Off to Siberia with you!'"
Laughing can be heard shortly after, and as you'd probably expect upon us coming in, it's that of one Jack Flint. Amazingly enough, the camera man seems somewhat competent this time as we find ourselves seeing Pure Innovation relax in Flint's very own family room. It's not one of those stupidly over decorated ones that are put together to try and impress any house guest that may come inside. No, it's just a basic everyday run of the mill family room, it just happens to have a globe on a desk as well as everything else. That same globe turns out to be what Blake fields is looking at half boredly as Flint just shakes his head in almost disbelief.
Jack: That's just not right man, c'mon now. We don't want to wind up like the Red Cobra and completely forget who we're scheduled to wrestle against. What next, you'll suggest that we stand outside somewhere in Nunavut for 6 hours a day to prepare us for the match? That's not going to help, and besides, we're facing Red Cobra and Brandon Lang, not "Bigfoot loose in the north". You know, have you ever wondered how him being completely clueless is supposed to intimidate us or make us worry? "Want to go to the club with me?" is truly a question asked by a man completely focused on one thing, and let me tell ya Maxim, I don't think for one second that it's the match you have against Blake and I. This might wind up being even easier than I thought it would be.
Blake leans back in the couch, which just has your average blue and white design on it and kicks his feet up on the nearby footrest before turning his attention from the globe and relaxing. It certainly seemed as if the "Red Cobra" as he liked to be called, liked to just completely wing things without knowing the proper way to get ready for them. You know, those kinds of people who just sort of say "hey, this is how I do things, and if it's wrong, oh well" without actually saying it.
Fields: I know dude, it's like the guy lets his trainer walk all over him, comes across looking like he's a useless dumbass, and yet thinks that he's suddenly going to be able to just run right over us without much effort at all. Man, so many people have said that they'll beat us down and kick our asses, only for us to walk away victorious time and time again. We've beaten every single tag team that they've tried to throw at us and yet everyone who comes along seems to think that they'll be different. We've faced stupid people before, but this guy takes the cake. I actually feel kind let down for being given Brandon Lang and Maxim, Red Cobra, whatever he wants to be called. I almost wanted some sort of a challenge this week, not some guy who's too lazy to even look into who he's facing. Really, where's the fun in that?
Flint nods. The thought of going into a match without even knowing who your opponents were was a pretty stupid and thing to do. Truth be told, he couldn't really think of anybody he'd known who had ever done that, let alone done it himself. Even as a rookie he knew to try and find out about his opponents before hand. It was just something he'd done his entire career and hey, it'd been working.
Jack: Let me ask you something Maxim, do you even know how to properly get ready for a match? Do you have like, a set routine that you go through in order to help you, oh I don't know...actually win? I ask because to me it seems like you're quite content to just sit back and lose. Why, I don't know, but I'd suspect you either really have no desire to do much of anything in this business, or that you've actually realized that you're well, let's be honest here, really bad at this sort of thing that that it's pointless to even try. That's perfectly fine by me though, it's just another win for me and another reason for management to take notice of us. I'll actually quite enjoy beating the crap out of you, and it's got nothing to do with you being Russian either...
...I just don't like people who really have no right being here.
Blake responds to the comments by silently mouthing "oww, burn" and letting off a sly little grin. Sure, modesty may not have been his strong point but really, when you're good you don't have to go around insisting that you're not. And really, why would you?
Fields: Normally I'd think that maybe you were going to act like a little cowardly bitch and try to dump the whole match on your partner, but Brandon Lang seems even less interested in the match than you do. I don't know how that's possible, but it looks like it happened. You see, I'm not going to fancy things up and act like I'm not going to be getting some enjoyment out of kicking you in the face, because well, I will. Just try to make it to the match, Maxim because once you do, we'll be damn sure to make sure you remember to take things seriously from now on. You'll be down and out before you know it, buddy, and that's no bulls---...
Jack:...It's just Innovation.
Now we fade out.
(Sorry it's short, I've been busy with work most of the week.)
Laughing can be heard shortly after, and as you'd probably expect upon us coming in, it's that of one Jack Flint. Amazingly enough, the camera man seems somewhat competent this time as we find ourselves seeing Pure Innovation relax in Flint's very own family room. It's not one of those stupidly over decorated ones that are put together to try and impress any house guest that may come inside. No, it's just a basic everyday run of the mill family room, it just happens to have a globe on a desk as well as everything else. That same globe turns out to be what Blake fields is looking at half boredly as Flint just shakes his head in almost disbelief.
Jack: That's just not right man, c'mon now. We don't want to wind up like the Red Cobra and completely forget who we're scheduled to wrestle against. What next, you'll suggest that we stand outside somewhere in Nunavut for 6 hours a day to prepare us for the match? That's not going to help, and besides, we're facing Red Cobra and Brandon Lang, not "Bigfoot loose in the north". You know, have you ever wondered how him being completely clueless is supposed to intimidate us or make us worry? "Want to go to the club with me?" is truly a question asked by a man completely focused on one thing, and let me tell ya Maxim, I don't think for one second that it's the match you have against Blake and I. This might wind up being even easier than I thought it would be.
Blake leans back in the couch, which just has your average blue and white design on it and kicks his feet up on the nearby footrest before turning his attention from the globe and relaxing. It certainly seemed as if the "Red Cobra" as he liked to be called, liked to just completely wing things without knowing the proper way to get ready for them. You know, those kinds of people who just sort of say "hey, this is how I do things, and if it's wrong, oh well" without actually saying it.
Fields: I know dude, it's like the guy lets his trainer walk all over him, comes across looking like he's a useless dumbass, and yet thinks that he's suddenly going to be able to just run right over us without much effort at all. Man, so many people have said that they'll beat us down and kick our asses, only for us to walk away victorious time and time again. We've beaten every single tag team that they've tried to throw at us and yet everyone who comes along seems to think that they'll be different. We've faced stupid people before, but this guy takes the cake. I actually feel kind let down for being given Brandon Lang and Maxim, Red Cobra, whatever he wants to be called. I almost wanted some sort of a challenge this week, not some guy who's too lazy to even look into who he's facing. Really, where's the fun in that?
Flint nods. The thought of going into a match without even knowing who your opponents were was a pretty stupid and thing to do. Truth be told, he couldn't really think of anybody he'd known who had ever done that, let alone done it himself. Even as a rookie he knew to try and find out about his opponents before hand. It was just something he'd done his entire career and hey, it'd been working.
Jack: Let me ask you something Maxim, do you even know how to properly get ready for a match? Do you have like, a set routine that you go through in order to help you, oh I don't know...actually win? I ask because to me it seems like you're quite content to just sit back and lose. Why, I don't know, but I'd suspect you either really have no desire to do much of anything in this business, or that you've actually realized that you're well, let's be honest here, really bad at this sort of thing that that it's pointless to even try. That's perfectly fine by me though, it's just another win for me and another reason for management to take notice of us. I'll actually quite enjoy beating the crap out of you, and it's got nothing to do with you being Russian either...
...I just don't like people who really have no right being here.
Blake responds to the comments by silently mouthing "oww, burn" and letting off a sly little grin. Sure, modesty may not have been his strong point but really, when you're good you don't have to go around insisting that you're not. And really, why would you?
Fields: Normally I'd think that maybe you were going to act like a little cowardly bitch and try to dump the whole match on your partner, but Brandon Lang seems even less interested in the match than you do. I don't know how that's possible, but it looks like it happened. You see, I'm not going to fancy things up and act like I'm not going to be getting some enjoyment out of kicking you in the face, because well, I will. Just try to make it to the match, Maxim because once you do, we'll be damn sure to make sure you remember to take things seriously from now on. You'll be down and out before you know it, buddy, and that's no bulls---...
Jack:...It's just Innovation.
Now we fade out.
(Sorry it's short, I've been busy with work most of the week.)