Lights on, cue it up, no filters on the lens.
The glare of the backstage lights streams down in a harsh glare, Gemini slouches on a metal chair, arm draped bonelesly over the back of the chair. He eyes the camera with a look of sheer contempt and runs a hand through his hair. The small area of the room that is displayed is unpainted concrete and wiring installed with cold mechanical efficiency.
Gemini: Let us guess... you're here about Fasco.
The picture moves up and down in a nodding fashion.
Gemini: Fine. There's a few things we can say about Mr. Fasco...
Gemini's cell phone rings. Irritated, he snags it off his belt and reads the number. He snorts, then hits his send switch.
Gemini: We're busy Sterling... call later.
Gemini replaces the phone on his hip and addresses the camera again.
Gemini: So we saw Fasco yapping the other day. And yapping is about the best way to describe it. Good Christ Fasco, did you ever meet a cliche you DIDN'T like? Holy merciful heaven junior! Sit down, relax, take a deep breath and for cryin out loud... consider decaf! And while we're at it... reconsider some of those other stimulants you're obviously been sucking back in large quantities.
Fasco, far be it from us to poke holes in your story...
Gemini's phone rings again. Annoyed, he rips it off his belt again and glares at the number. He stabs at the send button with a finger and yells into the receiver.
Gemini: WE SAID NOT NOW STERLING!
Gemini jams the cell phone into his belt and continues.
Gemini: Right then... Fasco. You know what Fasco? You've had a pretty good run so far. You made it pretty deep into the King of the Cage. You talk a good game... sort of, and you kick some ass... sort of.
But that isn't how you judge success in this fed junior. You just hit your biggest challenge head on and you don't even know it. Your next obstacle... your very next and most critical opponent ain't us, it ain't Apocalypse, but you're looking it it the eye every time you look in the mirror.
It's you Fasco.
We see it in your eyes Fasco. You were expecting to stomp your way through King of the Cage and now you're on the outside looking in. You're yipping about how you 'broke' Apocalypse... or Poe... or whatever the hell he's calling himself these days... but as we recall he left you laying, not the other way round. You're yapping about how we're about to start this feud up... but you're barely on our radar. You're grasping at straws kid. You're the stopgap between Gemini and Apoc and the inevitable meltdown that's comin in the VERY near future and you know it.
And it bothers you, don't it Fasco?
Well let us lay it out for you chuckles. We don't care. You could be a GXW lifer or you could be another million dollar baby that Zieba signed to watch blow up in six months. It doesn't matter. You haven't proved anything to us yet... or to GXW.
Gemini's phone rings again. GXW's resident lunatic jerks it off his belt and glares at the number on it. Then he drops it on the floor and stomps on it. A loud crunch echoes through the area. Gemini exhales and continues.
Gemini: All right, let's sum this up for your limited attention span Fasco. You haven't done squat in our eyes. You make claims you can't back up and you're trying to start crap you really don't want to start. You're not in Apoc's league and you sure as hell not in ours... and as for breaking us, it's already been done. We're the most 'broken' individual in GXW and you are about to find out why.
So you get ready Ace, because you have a match with Gemini. And unlike you... we're not just talking smack.