"... yeah so we have Mr. Mash coming on here a sec, but before we do so I'd just like to thanks the sponsors of our channel, a majority of whom will remain unnamed because reasons, and one big sponsor who will be named and its name is Pinkie's Party Planner. I'll tip my hat to you figuratively, in this instance, since you guys have done tons for the event organisation and such..."
Button could hear one of the stream's hosts rattling away about sponsors, and could see the chatboxes blowing up with random comments. Button told the host that he was going to be on at a late hour, but in fact he was online for quite some time, from the late afternoon till now, midnight, doing random things on the internet. He had his right hand to his chin whilst reading an e-book, and his hand hurt a little because of an intensive gaming session which took place for the entirety of last week. That was the life of a professional gamer, not some try hard kid with dreams, stuck in the basement or attic of his parents' home at the age of 17 playing the night and his life away... He was professional, not like the him of the past.
"Hold on viewers, let me contact him... In the meantime, I'll read out some comments while the phone rings," said the host. Button could see the host but not his face, which was covered by a large Guy Fawkes Mask. Despite him being in such a mask all the time, Button heard that his stream was one of the more popular ones around, capping at a hundred thousand viewers at one time. He interviewed famous gamers, of course, and was quite a famous programmer, going under the pseudonym "Lenonymous". Button's Skype started beeping, but he didn't respond immediately.
"'OMG the tension is killing me...' yes, Mr.Kapster, it's killing me too. Um... '11/10 Kappas?' Well that's a shame," droned the distant voice of Lenonymous as Button's Skype kept ringing. He sighed and thought deeply. It was an interview on the day right before the match, and he couldn't say that he was anticipating the match itself.
