Post by AJ Knight on Jan 21, 2024 4:02:11 GMT
"YOU FUCKERS NEED TO RE-TRAIN YOUR DAMN REFS!!"
The blistering tirade of Devlin Masters opens the video, and he is fuming.
"You little biznatches, need to learn what a Palm strike looks like! I warned Lynx to let go, firing away shots on that fucking twig he calls a leg, but when he did of course they say I GAVE UP! BULLSHIT!! I-"
Devlin Master's promo is cut short, being interrupted by a Pollobucket official.
"Excuse me, Mr. Masters may I have a word?"
"It's 'DARE' DEVLIN, BITCH! And can't you see I'm filming?"
"I apologize but you're not answering your phone."
"I don't take calls, I make them bitch! If your ass has something to say to me, then you BEST be hoping I have something to say to your schlubby looking ass!"
The Pollobucket official actually seems bored with his tirade, stifling a yawn.
"Are you done? Because this is... kind of important."
Devlin Masters is clearly not happy at being disrespected, but he gestures at the man.
"This better be good."
The man shrugs.
"Well, it's important but not good for you necessarily."
"Get to the point!"
"As you know, back in April you signed a one-year deal with Pollobucket. It is now January, and your contract is set to expire in the next three months. And as far as the terms of your next contract... well... we aren't sure there will be one."
For the first time ever Devlin has been shut up...
"But- Du- What do you mean!?"
"Well frankly, for all the money that we put into your contract we feel you've substantially underperformed and shown no signs of improvement. Any time you've stepped in the ring with any opponent of note... you've lost. Badly. And you can save that ridiculous story about the refs 'making mistakes' the record books say what they say, and that's what we're going with. You have three months. Impress us. We're giving you every opportunity to do so. You'll be in the ring with some of our top stars. Make it work, or pack up your locker."
With that the Pollobucket official walks out. Devlin is stunned silent and covers up the camera ending his promo abruptly.
The blistering tirade of Devlin Masters opens the video, and he is fuming.
"You little biznatches, need to learn what a Palm strike looks like! I warned Lynx to let go, firing away shots on that fucking twig he calls a leg, but when he did of course they say I GAVE UP! BULLSHIT!! I-"
Devlin Master's promo is cut short, being interrupted by a Pollobucket official.
"Excuse me, Mr. Masters may I have a word?"
"It's 'DARE' DEVLIN, BITCH! And can't you see I'm filming?"
"I apologize but you're not answering your phone."
"I don't take calls, I make them bitch! If your ass has something to say to me, then you BEST be hoping I have something to say to your schlubby looking ass!"
The Pollobucket official actually seems bored with his tirade, stifling a yawn.
"Are you done? Because this is... kind of important."
Devlin Masters is clearly not happy at being disrespected, but he gestures at the man.
"This better be good."
The man shrugs.
"Well, it's important but not good for you necessarily."
"Get to the point!"
"As you know, back in April you signed a one-year deal with Pollobucket. It is now January, and your contract is set to expire in the next three months. And as far as the terms of your next contract... well... we aren't sure there will be one."
For the first time ever Devlin has been shut up...
"But- Du- What do you mean!?"
"Well frankly, for all the money that we put into your contract we feel you've substantially underperformed and shown no signs of improvement. Any time you've stepped in the ring with any opponent of note... you've lost. Badly. And you can save that ridiculous story about the refs 'making mistakes' the record books say what they say, and that's what we're going with. You have three months. Impress us. We're giving you every opportunity to do so. You'll be in the ring with some of our top stars. Make it work, or pack up your locker."
With that the Pollobucket official walks out. Devlin is stunned silent and covers up the camera ending his promo abruptly.