Overwatch: Sunday Sitdown with 'Buzzsaw' Buckner!

[The Overwatch logo explodes on the screen, before being riddled with bullets and fading. The stage is set for an interview, with Valtier's desk and the guest seating area right next to it. There's a screen behind him playing shot after shot of a Knight's player in the middle of various altercations and penalties through the years. He's laughing, probably at a joke he himself made to some intern offscreen. As the camera drone pans in he smiles at it, and begins.]

"Fight fans! Welcome to the Sunday Sitdown! Today, we have a very special guest, and we've taken out the insurance policy on our stuff, just to be safe! Please welcome to the stage the recipient of last night's penalty fine, and many more, the Rhode Island Knights' Buzzsaw Buckner!"

[He stands to greet his guest, and the camera drone buzzes off along the crowd towards the guest's entrance]

Buzzsaw slowly sat, a twitch of his brow behind his helmet's visor. His armor was identical to the armor from last night's game. "Insurance on the stuff? What's that supposed to mean? You think I have problems controlling my temper?" He crossed his arms, looking at the man sitting across from him. "I'll have you know I'm an adult. I can fully control myself." He pointed a stern finger at the journalist, then rest his clenched fist on the arm of his chair.

Valtier takes a seat, putting his hands up disarmingly at the pointed finger from Buzzaw. After straightening his tie and taking a drink of coffee, he looks over at the fighter.

"Easy there ace. I know you can." There's a brief pause as he looks around his desk, looking puzzled. "I normally have a drink out here for the guest too, but I guess the studio is all out of vodka." He flashes a smile at the armored man sitting across from him, before folding his hands on the desk and continuing.

"So let's get down to it. I guess first off, before we get into anything from last night, what are your thoughts on the new League structure, does the thought of facing non-human teams worry you?"

The man grit his teeth and stared during the vodka comment. A sharp twang of pain behind his right eye. He slammed his fist down on the table. "I ain't afraid of shit! I'm not afraid of no non-human teams because ain't nothing can stop the Saw, know what I'm saying?! Champs two years running!" He threw up his arms. "This year's gonna make it three, I'm saying that in front of you, in front of this audience and in front of God, s'right!?"

He had an obvious slur to his voice.

Valtier, for his part, simply smiled and nodded, shuffling some papers on his desk and pointing at Buzzsaw.

"Yes, your tactics work... well... against other human teams so far his year, and in the past. But do you think you'd be able to go toe-to-toe in your usual style with say, teams that have Turian or Krogan members?"

The screens behind him show some footage of the two races in warfare, not necessarily UCL competition, but showing their fierce fighting abilities.

"I think most people would agree that trying to bull rush a Krogan would be suicidal."

Buzzsaw took a mocking tone. "Charging a krogan would be suicidal! Ain't nothing gonna kill me! I'm Buzzsaw Buckner! I'm the goddamn talent in UCL!" He stood up. "I've had it with your snide remarks!" He grabbed the edge of the table and attempted to flip it, only to find it was bolted down. In an incoherent, ranting rage, he shoved the journalist over, then was tackled by show security, who attempted to hold him back. He's visibly tasered, stumbles back, and falls through the screen on the rear of the set, which sparks and distorts. Another security agent arrives, tasering him again with her omni-tool.

The host, unprepared for the shove, ended up on the ground but quickly got up, smoothing out his suit and watching impassively as the fighter was tased. He looked at the hovering camera drone as it panned back from the scuffle, and gave out a quick, smiling announcement.

"We'll be right back after we iron out some technical difficulties and a word from some of our great sponsors!"