Cut to a view, way up in the nosebleed seats, and Simon Tillier walking backwards to keep the camera motion fluid. He seems a bit out of breath.
Simon Tillier: Good evening PRIMEates, it’s your old pal Simon Tillier coming at you once again with a pretty big scoop! Earlier this evening I spoke with Number 10 seed Rezin regarding the Almasy cup and his second round opponent in the tournament to crown the next PRIME UNIVERSAL Champion, and I’ve been told that right here, in this very arena, his opponent, Number 2 seed Impulse has been sitting here watching the action!
He looks to his left, nearly stumbling at the balance shift, but manages to hang on. The camera zooms a bit and focuses in on the aisle seats about halfway down the section, where Impulse and Calico Rose are clearly sitting and watching the action.
As the action is currently behind and to the right of them, they both notice themselves on the big screen. Impulse turns his head and raises a hand, waving hello to Tillier, while Cally looks at the camera, to the big screen, and back again, waving her arm slowly and deliberately and watching herself do so ad infinitum. Simon and the cameraman reach the pair after a few moments; the fans around them going crazy.
Calico Rose: Impulception. Trippy.
Impulse laughs at this, but he turns back to the camera to shake Simon’s hand.
Impulse: How’s all the things, sir?
Simon Tillier: We’re doing well, and you?
Impulse looks around.
Impulse: We’re watching the only wrestling television show – live – that matters, we’re surrounded by the best fans in the world, and we’re on our way to the second round of the Almasy Invitational, one step closer to the promised land.
Calico Rose: AND we have candy.
Impulse: And we have candy.
He shrugs as she eats one.
Impulse: Things can’t get much better, my friend.
The fans in their immediate area cheer again.
Simon Tillier: Speaking of the Almasy Invitational, I spoke with your second round opponent just a short while ago, as you are aware – do you have anything to say in response?
He holds the microphone towards Impulse, who considers this for a few seconds, before shaking his head.
Impulse: Nah. Pass.
The Marathon Man turns back towards the ring, with Cally leaning in to him with her head on his shoulder. Simon Tillier looks at him, dead-eyed, for just a moment, letting the word sink in.
Simon Tillier: I’m… sorry? I don’t understand.
Impulse: We’re gonna have plenty to say, both to and about each other in the next week or two anyways. Fact is, Rezin is the one guy in the Rolo bracket that I actually have some history with, so this is the only chance I have in this tournament to not go into one completely blind.
He holds up a hand.
Impulse: Unless Nova and I both make it to the finals, but we’ll cross that bridge if we get there. But my point remains, I’ll have plenty to say about Rezin in the time, place, and circumstance of my choosing… not just because the opportunity presented itself.
Simon Tillier: You’ve faced off with him before? Who won?
Impulse: Doesn’t matter, it was a decade ago.
Behind the Marathon Man, Cally points at him and mouths the words ‘He did.’
Deflated, Simon sits on the step next to Impulse, microphone by his side.
Simon Tillier: So that’s it? Your opponent has words, you refuse to react, and I walk away with nothing?
Impulse considers that. He looks to Cally, who shrugs her shoulders in an understanding, sympathetic fashion, and leans over the athlete’s shoulders to get closer to Simon.
Calico Rose: Junior mint?
After a moment’s consideration, knowing it’s better than walking away completely empty handed, Simon takes one.
Impulse: Mephisto and Nova, take it away?
ReVival takes its last commercial break of the evening before going to ringside…