Post by Kenneth Rodman on Oct 14, 2016 2:07:17 GMT -5
The Answer is holding a piece of paper and a pen, as well as wearing a rare attire for him: a Boston Bruins jersey and shorts. "Hello there." He says. "Can't you see I'm kinda busy? I'm trying to write down some things for the first Vindication in Canada! But before I get to that, I have to say that I'm pissed off that Electric Ass are having a match against Darius Seeiso and Kidd West for the spots in the tourney, when I beat both of them in a tag team match without the help of anyone!" He puts his hands on his hips. "Do you think Zackary Hayden is a someone? Anyway, why can't be and someone actually worth a damn like, let's see, Chillster have a match against Electric Ass. I beat the two once, and Chillster destroyed my quote unquote partner, so why not? But I'm stuck with Owen Hawes, and he has the misfortune of fighting Zacko. Poor guy..."
He remembers he's holding a piece of paper. "Oh, this? That's my Canadian Cultural Appropriation paper. It's a list given to me by a friend of how to get popular in Canada. I'm doing this to get more respect from them. Like this jersey I got on. I know they love hockey. That's on the list, I got it checked off. Let's see..." he says, looking at the paper. "Be named Chris... what? Can't check that off, next... perform a Sharpshooter. Hey, you! Over there!" The Answer yells. A backstage worker comes to him. "What do you need?" The worker says. The Answer grabs his legs and locks him in the Sharpshooter. "Check!" He yells, as he checks it off.
He releases the hold and continues to read it. "Let's see here... OH FUCK YES!" It cuts to the Answer sitting on a steel folding chair wearing earbuds. "WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT HIS COMPANY IS WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT SOCIETY!" He yells, before taking out the earbuds and saying "How long have you been here?"
It then cuts to the Answer about to exit the stadium. "I have to meet some guy named Tim Horton now. Don't know who it is but whatever." He leaves the arena, and yells "OH MY GOD ITS COLD!". It cuts to him again drinking a cup coffee at a Tim Hortons. "This tastes good." He says, before putting the cup on the edge of the table and it dropping on the ground, spilling. The waitress comes to help clean it. "I'm sorry." The Answer says, getting a napkin from his table and wiping it off. "No, I'm sorry." The waitress says, randomly. "You didn't do anything though." He responds, confused. "No, I'm sorry." A man from the table next to him says. "No, I'm sorry." The waitress says. This goes on for a while until the Answer just leaves.
The final cut goes back to the Answer backstage, list in hand. "That wasn't all that was filmed but it was quite a bit. This list wasn't nearly as easy as one would be for, say, Japan, but it was good nonetheless. Who will beat Owen Hawes come Wednesday? The Answer... is me." He puts the earbuds back on and yells "MODERN DAY WARRIOR, MEAN MEAN STRIDE..."
He remembers he's holding a piece of paper. "Oh, this? That's my Canadian Cultural Appropriation paper. It's a list given to me by a friend of how to get popular in Canada. I'm doing this to get more respect from them. Like this jersey I got on. I know they love hockey. That's on the list, I got it checked off. Let's see..." he says, looking at the paper. "Be named Chris... what? Can't check that off, next... perform a Sharpshooter. Hey, you! Over there!" The Answer yells. A backstage worker comes to him. "What do you need?" The worker says. The Answer grabs his legs and locks him in the Sharpshooter. "Check!" He yells, as he checks it off.
He releases the hold and continues to read it. "Let's see here... OH FUCK YES!" It cuts to the Answer sitting on a steel folding chair wearing earbuds. "WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT HIS COMPANY IS WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT SOCIETY!" He yells, before taking out the earbuds and saying "How long have you been here?"
It then cuts to the Answer about to exit the stadium. "I have to meet some guy named Tim Horton now. Don't know who it is but whatever." He leaves the arena, and yells "OH MY GOD ITS COLD!". It cuts to him again drinking a cup coffee at a Tim Hortons. "This tastes good." He says, before putting the cup on the edge of the table and it dropping on the ground, spilling. The waitress comes to help clean it. "I'm sorry." The Answer says, getting a napkin from his table and wiping it off. "No, I'm sorry." The waitress says, randomly. "You didn't do anything though." He responds, confused. "No, I'm sorry." A man from the table next to him says. "No, I'm sorry." The waitress says. This goes on for a while until the Answer just leaves.
The final cut goes back to the Answer backstage, list in hand. "That wasn't all that was filmed but it was quite a bit. This list wasn't nearly as easy as one would be for, say, Japan, but it was good nonetheless. Who will beat Owen Hawes come Wednesday? The Answer... is me." He puts the earbuds back on and yells "MODERN DAY WARRIOR, MEAN MEAN STRIDE..."