Post by Athena on Jun 17, 2017 4:51:53 GMT -5
The scene opens up on the day of filming the newest addition of Primetime at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. Stagehands were preparing the arena, setting up the ring, titantron and entire set design. Cameras, wires, microphones, people running around everywhere, trying to do their job as fast as possible. Only there were two guys resting comfortably on the seats in the audience section, overlooking the center stage. Both had their legs propped up on the seats in front of them and their complete focused on their phone screens. It was none other than Sparta and "The Notorious" Wes Danielson. As per usual, Sparta was wearing a pair of dark denim jeans and a black fitting t-shirt, trying not to attract any attention. But to everyone's surprise, Wes was not in a suit this time. His outfit consisted of a pair of washed out light denim jeans and a dark gray polo shirt. Both guys didn't exchange a word, just sitting there in silence, only for Wes to speak out.
Hey, Spartacus, McGregor is finally getting that fight against Mayweather. Have any thoughts on this one?
Sparta moved his gaze off the phone screen and somewhere of to the distance. He kept quiet for a few seconds and only then spoke out, looking back down on his phone.
No... No, I don't.
C'mon, dude! This is exciting! Thrilling even. The great UFC ringleader, the face of the MMA industry is going against the biggest arsehole boxing can offer. I mean we all know that Punk is a cocky son of bitch, but even he fades in comparison to the king of twats that is Mayweather. This match is going to be a such a spectacle, everybody will be talking about it, believe you me, Sparta. Many years later, people will remember where they were that day when UFC's prized fighter, the beast from Ireland knocked out cold Liberace's cousin 5th removed. Am I right or am I right?
Continuing to look at his phone, Sparta didn't say a single world.
Man, give me something to work with! Can't be blabbing all on my own, you know? Even though I am extremely good at it. Extraordinary, I should say. But you know what, my sweet little Sparta baby? The Hellions are actually quite like Conor. You know why? Glad you asked, I'll explain. He too came from a completely different sport, with different rules, different requirements, even a different physical regime. Conor is never afraid to reinvent himself. He switched weight class divisions and now he is switching between sports. That guy is a maverick. And so are we, my beloved teammate. We break the rules in order to establish our own. We don't think outside the box, we think outside of any mind frame. There is nothing out there to stop us, because we are a kilometer ahead of everyone. We don't play the game, we create the game... Well, you get the idea.
Sparta looked up to Wes as he suddenly spoke out with somewhat startled Wes.
Were you preparing this or something?
Can't say that I haven't...
Man, that is a bit embarrassing.
But I am telling the truth! Look at us, we came from a completely different sport. A sport where a match lasting a minute is considered to be a fairly long one. Go for 10? Man, what a trooper you are. Here? You might not get knocked out every fight, but you wrestle an intense bout with 5000 different sport for 30 minutes every single day. And we are excelling. Blake became the crowning jewel of the Women's Division, Diablo is clawing his way up towards the heavyweight title and us two, we're mopping the floors with these tag teams. And the same fate will fall upon Mario, Luigi and their little Princess Peach. I am not bothered by their extensive work in ring wise, don't care how many times they fought for the title belt... They are still losers, who never get the job done. And tonight we are gonna show them a bit off an MMA style bout. A few lefts and rights... The match will end in minutes.
That is actually a pretty interesting idea... Although, I am still sad and embarrassed that you prepared all of this.
Well, at least my name ain't Gared.
Being Gared is better than being one step away from being a Kardashian child... West.
Sparta cracked a grin as Wes starred daggers at him as the scene faded.
