Last Time, in Point of View of Maverick...

Previously... Said:"Hmmm... Perhaps I should-"

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"HELP!"

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She looked... like...



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"HEY! YOU! WEIRD HUMAN GUY!"

And now, to the video~


"Please, please, weird human guy, you HAVE to help me!"

It wasn't long since my Warfare promo that comprised of the trash talk. I was with the... robot right now, in the middle of the street, where it had cried of help.

"Don't call me, 'Weird Human Guy.' I have a name, it is Joshua. Now then, what is your problem?"

"S- S- Someone ransacked my house!" the robot cried, an obvious look of terror painted on it's face.

My eyes shot open in surprise as the robot pointed to it's house, a window clearly busted open.

"O- okay... I don't exactly know how you robots work--"

Suddenly, the robot's... screen? Yeah, let's go with that. Anyway, the robot's screen turned blood red all of a sudden, with her shouting, "I WORK LIKE ANY OTHER HUMAN BEING! I WAS GIVEN SENTIENCE FOR A REASON, YOU KNOW!" Out of nowhere, the robot whipped out a handbag so fast I could have guessed it was materialized, and bonked me on the head with it.

"OW, WHAT THE HECK?!" I shouted back, rubbing my bruised noggin.

"THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MAKE ME MAD!" the robot continued. Suddenly, the robot's screen turned back to that blue color, and seemed normal. "Now then, what was your question?"

(Jeez, what a strange robot...)

"Erm, okay. First off, why did you not call the police?"

All of a sudden, the screen turned blood red again.

(Uh- oh...)

I raised my hands to protect my face, but that didn't faze this robot in the slightest. Instead, it yelled, "I DON'T LIKE THOSE NAMBY- PAMBY WISHY- WASHY DETECTIVE SCRUBS! I go by private investigators!" Almost as if it's on a whim, the robot's screen turned to green and began swaying side- to- side. "Which is what you are, right? A private investigator, since you responded to my plea for help, and are now going to investigate the crime scene!"

(Actually, you kinda forced me to come over to where you are... But that isn't the point right now. Should I play along with her for now, and investigate about what happened to her house? Eh, what the heck. If things go south with this whole investigator thing, I can always just go to the police about this.)

Making a mental note, I peered over to my side to look at the robot's address.

(304 Pine Knoll... That will be a note to keep, should I go to the police.)

"Fine. I'll investigate your house with you--"

The robot grabbed my arm and dragged me into the house, shouting, "YAAAAAAAY!"

(Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?)

Suddenly, right at the base of the stairwell, the robot said, "Oh, it seems in all the confusion, I haven't even told you my name! It's Dotty!" Then, she dropped me right at the stairs leading to her porch.

"Nice to meet you... Dotty." My head was semi- swirling about, not knowing how that robot was going to be so strong right from the get- go.

Now, it's house. It looked like.... well, I should show you a picture.



Better than most, I suppose. Now, Dotty directed me towards the window, which actually did hold my attention, the burglar escaping that way and all.

"You know, I can't understand why the burglar decided to escape via the window. It's so... noisy. And if he- or she- managed to get in without using the window in the first place, then why escape through the window?"

"You know... that actually is a good question!"

(No shit it's a good question. I mean, what kind of rookie burglar goes through a fucking window?!)

"Do you know what the thief in question stole?"

"Well, I'll show you inside, where you can see what the missing item would be... but you have to do me a favor first."

"A favor?"

(Isn't the fact that I'm investigating who exactly rehashed your house help enough?)

"Well, needless to say... I've figured who you are! You're Maverick, that XWF star!"

(I wouldn't exactly say star...)

"Show me some trash talk! I want to see you cut some trash talk for that Royal Rumble! Throw those vegetables into the blender!"

Dotty had that green screen again, which I presume represented happiness, in it's pure excitement.

(Jeez, I wouldn't have thought there'd be someone excited to see me cut a promo... The majority of fans either boo the crap out of me, or chant Iceman until their little hearts can't take it.)

"Fine, I'll cut a damn promo. I assume you have a camera?"

"Built in!"

On command, a miniature arm sprouted out of Dotty's chest area, then sprouted into two, one containing a camera, the other being a screen that shows my opponents trashing me up in their promos. As soon as that screen faded to black, the last of their promos done, that part of the arm went back inside.

"Threetwoonego!"

Those last words came out in a blur, leaving me in front of a recording camera.

"Uhhh... Alrighty. The Royal Rumble: Thirty competitors. Twenty- nine eliminations. One winner. And of course, the prize, one free title shot. Now, I'll be the first to admit, there's some pretty game competition, and a number of competitors I need to exact my revenge on. Lane, D'ville-"



"Oh, now what do you want?"

"That's not trash talk! You're supposed to insult people, not compliment them and openly say you lost!"

"Guh..."

(Trash- talking lessons from a robot... Who knew?)

"Ugh, fine. Now, let me rephrase what I just previously said- there isn't thirty competitors in this thing, it's more like twenty- nine dumbasses. Now, I might have softened that line up a bit, y'know, pad it up with obvious false compliments to work up your confidence, but that went down the drain. Thank Dotty for that."

"HIIIIIIIIII!"

My shoulders hunched over, beads of sweat from embarrassment slowly trickling their way down my head.

"Uh, yeah, that's... it. Anyway, who should I start off with first... You know what, I'm going to pull a Caroline and actually sort everyone into three groups. Now then, lets begin: Group A: The absolute , the worst of the worst. These people are people who seem like they aren't even going to try. These people are Woeful, Essence, Venomless, Polvo, Lito, Scorpio, Lucius Fyre, Barney Green, Cena 2099, the motherfucking chair, Razor Ramon, Rapist Shane, Mini Morbid, and Swift Ion."

"Group B: #TeamDumbass. This it's the group where people are just too damn busy sucking their own dicks to make a lick of sense. These people are Lane, Frodo, Mastermind, Scully, and Cain."

"And finally, Group C: The People-Who-Are-Somewhat-Cause-for-Concern-But-Will-Fall-Before-Me. These are the people who are decent competitors who may actually be a bit of a stumbling block on this road, but they won't be too much to worry about. These people are everyone else in this Rumble I did not me too, excluding of course if they managed to fall into one of the other groups."

"Like I said, one competitor. Twenty- nine dumbasses. That speaks for itself."

I breathed a sigh of relief as the camera finally turned off and went into Betty's chest area.

"Wow, that was amazing! I'm going to cherish this- forrrrrevvvvvvver!"

(Uh, yeah, you do that.)

"Can you hold up to your end of the bargain now, and show me inside?"

"But of course! Come on!"

As I followed after Dotty, I couldn't help but have thoughts swirl inside my head.

(A burglar... A strange robot that seems almost obsessed with me... Now that I think about it, how the flying fuck is a robot living with us in natural society? Isn't robotics a somewhat new area we're delving into? Just food for thought I suppose.)

I took a deep breath before stepping inside, ready to investigate.

FADE 2 GOLD