Post by Scott Slayer on Sept 17, 2018 17:49:49 GMT -5
Scott Slayer is seen walking backstage in the locker room area ready for tonight with a jogging suit on.
Hank the interviewer walks up to him looking afraid.
Scott sees him and looks upset as he knows what’s Hank going to ask him.
Hank: What are you’re thoughts on last weeks-
Scott puts his finger on Hanks lips.
Scott: I already know what you’re going to ask. What are my thoughts on losing? Right? How do you think I feel about losing? Do you expect me to jump and down like, yay I just lost? No, I’m irritated and annoyed not just with the other bastards here but also idiots like you asking me a question you already know the damn answer to. What else do you want to ask?
Hank is shivering with the mic in his hand.
Scott: What is it damn it? Ask me the questions? Are you seriously shivering? What the hell is wrong with- you know what Hank just leave cameraman stay.
Hank: You want me to-
Scott: Yes bitch go! Give me your microphone.
Hank walks away scared.
Scott turns to the camera.
Scott: I’m sick and tired of everyone. Not just Blames Wolf, not just Marlboro bitch, not just Anus but everyone holding me down. People claim to have my back, but as soon as I lost, where were you? Exactly, gone because you didn’t believe in me anymore. You say that you’re we’re with me every step of the way but you just want to ride my coattails. Then Mr. Texas Marlboro Man wants to talk trash about me. He wants to call me out. You just committed suicide Marlboro. I’m the hungriest, most violent and deadliest that I have ever been. I want you to make me bleed, I want you to hurt me, because all it does, is turn me on. It flips a switch in my head that goes to kill mode. Marlboro, you’re in my kill shot. This is my time and no one else’s. It’s my time to Slay. And Amos, you challenged me to a match, challenge accepted bitch.
Hank the interviewer walks up to him looking afraid.
Scott sees him and looks upset as he knows what’s Hank going to ask him.
Hank: What are you’re thoughts on last weeks-
Scott puts his finger on Hanks lips.
Scott: I already know what you’re going to ask. What are my thoughts on losing? Right? How do you think I feel about losing? Do you expect me to jump and down like, yay I just lost? No, I’m irritated and annoyed not just with the other bastards here but also idiots like you asking me a question you already know the damn answer to. What else do you want to ask?
Hank is shivering with the mic in his hand.
Scott: What is it damn it? Ask me the questions? Are you seriously shivering? What the hell is wrong with- you know what Hank just leave cameraman stay.
Hank: You want me to-
Scott: Yes bitch go! Give me your microphone.
Hank walks away scared.
Scott turns to the camera.
Scott: I’m sick and tired of everyone. Not just Blames Wolf, not just Marlboro bitch, not just Anus but everyone holding me down. People claim to have my back, but as soon as I lost, where were you? Exactly, gone because you didn’t believe in me anymore. You say that you’re we’re with me every step of the way but you just want to ride my coattails. Then Mr. Texas Marlboro Man wants to talk trash about me. He wants to call me out. You just committed suicide Marlboro. I’m the hungriest, most violent and deadliest that I have ever been. I want you to make me bleed, I want you to hurt me, because all it does, is turn me on. It flips a switch in my head that goes to kill mode. Marlboro, you’re in my kill shot. This is my time and no one else’s. It’s my time to Slay. And Amos, you challenged me to a match, challenge accepted bitch.
