by Blaze Andrews Thu Jul 19, 2018 12:02 am-------------------------------
The camera fades from black to the parking area of the Staples centre, where a black car pulls up, and Blaze Andrews emerges from the back.
Blaze Andrews: Thanks for the ride to the arena, I get it's weird for an Uber to go into a parkade here, but hey, ya did it, so, uh, 5 stars!
Uber Driver: Yeah, thanks man, maybe tip next time.
Blaze Andrews: Snarky attitude, 4 stars.
Immediately, the black car drives off without any further note, leaving skids in its wake and exhaust.
Blaze Andrews: Rude, 3 stars!
Andrews continues to make his way through the parkade to the entrance to the Staples Centre, where he is met by Brown.
Brown: Excuse me, Mr. Andrews, but why are you here?
Blaze Andrews: It's Academy, I always come here to check what Kara's got for me after I beat Don P to solidify my place as #1 Contender for the Hardcore Championship. Plus I'm here to scout Eagle in his match tonight.
Brown: I'm sorry sir, you don't have a match tonight, and uh, there was just a #1 Contenders Match for the Hardcore Championship, and you weren't in it.
Blaze Andrews: What? Are you kidding me, I've been owed a real Hardcore title rematch for the last month, and all of a sudden, there's a #1 Contenders match when I'm not here? I'm still getting my Last Man Standing title match next week, right?
Brown: I, uh, wouldn't know sir, you'd have to go to Ms. Morgan for that.
Blaze Andrews: Yeah, thanks for that, where is she?
Brown: Actually, sir, after you bursted into her office, you are no longer allowed to meet with her, you're not even allowed to be within 20 feet of her.
Andrews looks around in disbelief, considering what to do. Finally, he decides to settle on socking Brown in the jaw with a haymaker, knocking him down. He pulls out his phone to check on something, then returns it to his pocket and smirks at the downed security staff.
Blaze Andrews: "Actually sir, you're not allowed for this and blah blah blah", guess I can still watch MY pay-per-view opponent's match, maybe from concessions.
"The Real B. A" goes off to get some food while the camera fades to black on Brown wincing in pain.
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The camera fades from black to the parking area of the Staples centre, where a black car pulls up, and Blaze Andrews emerges from the back.
Blaze Andrews: Thanks for the ride to the arena, I get it's weird for an Uber to go into a parkade here, but hey, ya did it, so, uh, 5 stars!
Uber Driver: Yeah, thanks man, maybe tip next time.
Blaze Andrews: Snarky attitude, 4 stars.
Immediately, the black car drives off without any further note, leaving skids in its wake and exhaust.
Blaze Andrews: Rude, 3 stars!
Andrews continues to make his way through the parkade to the entrance to the Staples Centre, where he is met by Brown.
Brown: Excuse me, Mr. Andrews, but why are you here?
Blaze Andrews: It's Academy, I always come here to check what Kara's got for me after I beat Don P to solidify my place as #1 Contender for the Hardcore Championship. Plus I'm here to scout Eagle in his match tonight.
Brown: I'm sorry sir, you don't have a match tonight, and uh, there was just a #1 Contenders Match for the Hardcore Championship, and you weren't in it.
Blaze Andrews: What? Are you kidding me, I've been owed a real Hardcore title rematch for the last month, and all of a sudden, there's a #1 Contenders match when I'm not here? I'm still getting my Last Man Standing title match next week, right?
Brown: I, uh, wouldn't know sir, you'd have to go to Ms. Morgan for that.
Blaze Andrews: Yeah, thanks for that, where is she?
Brown: Actually, sir, after you bursted into her office, you are no longer allowed to meet with her, you're not even allowed to be within 20 feet of her.
Andrews looks around in disbelief, considering what to do. Finally, he decides to settle on socking Brown in the jaw with a haymaker, knocking him down. He pulls out his phone to check on something, then returns it to his pocket and smirks at the downed security staff.
Blaze Andrews: "Actually sir, you're not allowed for this and blah blah blah", guess I can still watch MY pay-per-view opponent's match, maybe from concessions.
"The Real B. A" goes off to get some food while the camera fades to black on Brown wincing in pain.
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