Post by Notorious B.O.B. on Jun 12, 2017 3:12:17 GMT
“Guys, gals; it’s time!”
While normally the video package for the live stream opens on the IWF Invictus champion sitting in front of his green screen, tonight things are a bit different. Instead of his home gaming office, it appears as though the Queen City Saint has taking the show, as they say, on the road. The image on the screen is of a hotel room, and as he enters the frame, the ever present smile on his face seems a bit smaller this week.
“This is,” he sighs, “probably going to be real short. The week got away from me and I honestly didn’t expect to find myself here of all places.” Waving his hands about the viewer can notice the amount of luggage present; far more than one would need for an over night, or even a weekend stay.
“Seems one of my neighbors decided to try and do a little late night baking and fell asleep before the brownies were done and damn near burned their townhouse down. That wouldn’t be a problem, save for the fact that his townhouse shares a wall with mine which means that I’m a little homeless until I can figure out if there was any water, smoke or dipshit damage. This, of course,” he says through gritted teeth, “means that I haven’t been able to stream or play anything all week. I thought I’d be back into my place, guys” he shrugs, “I really did.
But instead I’m in a crappy hotel room eating crappy room service and stuck wondering why they have a Nintendo sixty-four controller attached to their television here. This,” he shakes his head, “aint exactly conducive to getting my head in the game for this match. But, it was my idea – Bob Pooler versus Jayson Matthews,” his hands are held in the air pantomiming a marquee, “round two! See, this is the part where anybody else would try and tear Jayson down and blah, blah, blah … but that aint me, and you guys know I don’t do predictable.
Jayson Matthews showed way more than heart when he stood in that ring against me. Seems like no matter what I threw his way, he just kept getting back up. Anybody else in that locker room who only thinks of Jayson as the goofy banana loving sidekick type, need only spend time with him in the ring before their view changes.
No way in hell I’m taking this match lightly. Jayson knows damn well what’s in store for him, how hard I’m going to be gunning for him, and the lengths I’ll go to to win this time …
and he better be ready. Folks, I’m not guaranteeing a win this week, but I am guaranteeing that there’s no way in hell that Jayson Matthews walks away with one.
It’s the short but sweet recording this week, guys. The battery is at thirty-seven percent and dropping so I’mma leave you with this thought – a new era is dawning in IWF, so I think it’s about time for someone to step up to the plate and become the face of this new day.
I’m Bob Pooler, and you know damn well what I’ll do next!”
While normally the video package for the live stream opens on the IWF Invictus champion sitting in front of his green screen, tonight things are a bit different. Instead of his home gaming office, it appears as though the Queen City Saint has taking the show, as they say, on the road. The image on the screen is of a hotel room, and as he enters the frame, the ever present smile on his face seems a bit smaller this week.
“This is,” he sighs, “probably going to be real short. The week got away from me and I honestly didn’t expect to find myself here of all places.” Waving his hands about the viewer can notice the amount of luggage present; far more than one would need for an over night, or even a weekend stay.
“Seems one of my neighbors decided to try and do a little late night baking and fell asleep before the brownies were done and damn near burned their townhouse down. That wouldn’t be a problem, save for the fact that his townhouse shares a wall with mine which means that I’m a little homeless until I can figure out if there was any water, smoke or dipshit damage. This, of course,” he says through gritted teeth, “means that I haven’t been able to stream or play anything all week. I thought I’d be back into my place, guys” he shrugs, “I really did.
But instead I’m in a crappy hotel room eating crappy room service and stuck wondering why they have a Nintendo sixty-four controller attached to their television here. This,” he shakes his head, “aint exactly conducive to getting my head in the game for this match. But, it was my idea – Bob Pooler versus Jayson Matthews,” his hands are held in the air pantomiming a marquee, “round two! See, this is the part where anybody else would try and tear Jayson down and blah, blah, blah … but that aint me, and you guys know I don’t do predictable.
Jayson Matthews showed way more than heart when he stood in that ring against me. Seems like no matter what I threw his way, he just kept getting back up. Anybody else in that locker room who only thinks of Jayson as the goofy banana loving sidekick type, need only spend time with him in the ring before their view changes.
No way in hell I’m taking this match lightly. Jayson knows damn well what’s in store for him, how hard I’m going to be gunning for him, and the lengths I’ll go to to win this time …
and he better be ready. Folks, I’m not guaranteeing a win this week, but I am guaranteeing that there’s no way in hell that Jayson Matthews walks away with one.
It’s the short but sweet recording this week, guys. The battery is at thirty-seven percent and dropping so I’mma leave you with this thought – a new era is dawning in IWF, so I think it’s about time for someone to step up to the plate and become the face of this new day.
I’m Bob Pooler, and you know damn well what I’ll do next!”