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We open straight to a quote from Oliver Last's first promo this week:

And there were the first words ever spoken to Super Scatbear in an XWF promo. 

That's his welcome; his how do ya do; his warm reception? 

That's what he gets from Oliver Last?

Surely there could have at least been a smile, or even a handshake before wishing the never ending afterlife of punishment one's soul would be confined to after leaving this world through means of self-inflicting DEATH?

But no, that was all we got.  No more, no less.  Just kill yourself, new wrestler who has yet to make your debut.  Who cares what value you may have added to the company.  Who cares what family you might have at home to take care of?  Just kill yourself.

Alright, now let's catch up with Super Scatbear to get his thoughts on this matter.

And look at that face.  That, dear travelers, is the face of a man who isn't pleased by the manners displayed by our welcoming committee.

"Just who do you think you are, Oliver?"

And wow he's getting straight to it.

"I'm sitting here having my dinner and I come to find I've been welcomed by someone.  Ok, cool I said.  Then I come to find it's just a guy making a bear joke and telling me to commit suicide."

He goes ahead and picks up his bowl of delicious food.

"I don't know if you know this or not, Oliver, but you just asked me to commit the ultimate sin and son that's just not something I can let myself do for you."

He mashes some of his food around a little with the spoon before taking a lump of it up toward his needy mouth hole.

He chews.

He swallows.

He takes a sip of that appetizing liquid and lets out a refreshed "ahhhhhhhh".

"That's some darn good g?a*'s b?o*d and y*k u?i#e."

He was already starting to take his next sip as he said whatever it was so we didn't quite catch what he's sipping on.  He sets the glass down and looks at the camera.

"Now where were we?  Oh yeah, Oliver Last.  Can I interest you in approaching me the right way and starting our relationship off right?"

He has a dead serious expression on his face as he leans in toward the camera.

"Can I interest you in perhaps welcoming me here and asking me a few questions to get to know me?  Like, where have I wrestled before or is this my first time going pro?  Or, what's my secret to being in such good shape at my young age of 21?  You'd think someone would take one look at me and when they hear my age they'd want to know how I do it.  So, yeah, how's about we start this chat over, Oliver?  Ask me anything you want to know about me.  I'll even start by answering your first question.  You asked what my deal is, and if I'm a bear that's into something called ...scatplay?  Hm."

He takes a moment to process the two part question while he takes another bite.

He chews.

He thinks.

He swallows.

He drinks.

He provides his answer.

"Well Oliver that's a really good question even if you were being a sarcastic dick.  But let me show you how easy I am to talk to and just tell you, my deal is that I'm a fresh young up-and-comer in the wrasslin' business and I'm definitely not sure what the heck scatplay is, but guess what?  I do have the internet.  I looked up this scatplay you're quick to bring up to new people you meet and I found something very interesting."

He stares.  Doesn't even blink.

He's drawing this out.  The silence has gone from almost mildly suspenseful to dead on irritating, so you just turn off your TV and don't even watch the rest.