YOU THINK THIS IS ABOUT COFFEE?
Back from commercial, we cut backstage to one of the many fine drinking establishments within the MGM Grand…but not the bars, oh no. We’re at one of the places serving the finest beverage known to mankind…coffee. Most notably, we see two fine connoisseurs of said beverage stepping into view to pick up their very own brews…Kenny Freeman and Randall Schwartz, the Masters of the Multiverse.
Well, the B-Team, anyway.
Just as the pair get ready to enjoy their finely-crafted drinks, they are interrupted by the only man in the world brave enough to venture into this corner of the venue to get the hottest scoops, Matt Mills.
Matt Mills: Hello PRIMEates, I’m here with the B-Team of the Masters of the Multiverse to talk about their upcoming match at Great American Nightmare against…
Matt is cut off by a frustrated Randall Schwartz, who literally shushes the reporter with a finger to his mouth before finally speaking up himself.
Randall Schwartz: Respectfully, Mr. Mills, I need you to not do…whatever this is, right now. Kenny and I have some very important strategorization to deal with, thank you.
Mills is almost taken aback by this, as Randall and Kenny begin talking over some much-needed strategy for their Great American Nightmare match when they notice a pair walking up to the pickup side of the table…the Dangerous Mix of David Fox and Mushigihara. Randall motions to the other end of the table, before the Masters rise from their seat and approach their future opponents.
David Fox: Man, I can’t wait to get my masala on! Hey, Mushi. What time is it?
The God-Beast who aligns himself with this goofball rolls his eyes, as if he’s been asked that question a thousand times already, before letting out a low growl of annoyance.
Fox giggles in self-satisfaction.
David Fox: That’s right, big man, it’s chai time. A little treat for a night off, and then we’ll get to work on how we take on those Multiverse weirdos.
The big man simply nods in agreement, as he settles for a simple cup of green tea. Noticing that their targets have been lulled into a false sense of security, Randall grabs the nearest cup of coffee…splashing the drink right into David’s face!
Randall Schwartz: Gotcha!
But instead of looking angry from a burning surprise, David looks mostly annoyed as we notice ice cubes on the floor.
David Fox: …you know using coffee to burn somebody’s face only works if the coffee is hot, right, genius?
Mushi actually chuckles a little at the scene unfolding before him, only for Fox to snap a glance at him as if to say “really, bro?” The God-Beast pipes up, but still has the slightest hint of a grin he just can’t shake. Kenny tries to rush Mushi, who just glares at him…and the so-called influencer quickly thinks twice.
Kenny Freeman: Right, uh…we’ll see you at Great American Nightmare, you fiends!
Randall Schwartz: Yeah!
Kenny Freeman: And uh….Old Shoe to you, too!
With that, the Masters run off, leaving us with a confused Fox and Mushi before we cut away from the mess that’s been left behind here.
David Fox: (as the camera cuts) Where do they get these guys?!