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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on May 29, 2020 16:07:52 GMT -5
Tuesday Night Riot June 9th, 2020 Las Vegas, Nevada
Dickie Watson/Aiden Reynolds vs Enforcer/Vin Halsted
Roleplays are due Sunday, June 7th, 2020 at 11:59pm Eastern Recommended 300 minimum 5000 maximum
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Post by Aiden Reynolds on Jun 7, 2020 20:00:49 GMT -5
Back in black,I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back, Yes, I'm let loose From the noose, That's kept me hanging about I've been looking at the sky, 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I never die, I got nine lives Cat's eyes, Abusin' every one of them and running wild
A Romantic Stroll
“Yeah mate, yah I’ll see ya later….nah yeah..nah yeah nah right?
Aiden hung up the phone, sliding it back into the pocket of his black denim jeans. He smiled and looked over at Florence, his newlywed wife. Her long dark hair tied up and back. He had just got off the phone with Dickie. A kid who he had formed an unlikely friendship and bond with. He looked at Dickie like a little brother, even if Aiden was actually the more immature of the two. Aiden had become close with the family, Dickie’s older brother Finn and he were friendly, as was he with Dickie’s sister Elena.
But Dickie, he was someone Aiden actually cared about, a friend he enjoyed spending time with and joking with. And now he and Dickie had both signed contracts with PWS Apex, they were going to team together while also forging their own legacies and watching each others backs. But now, here was Aiden, standing in the middle of the zoo, no one else around, just himself and Florence. She stood looking at a small enclosure with Kangaroos in it, one big grey buck standing tall. Aiden had been frustrated, locked up in the house for a few months, unable to go to the gym, unable to go out.
So when the chance came up for a special outing, he did it. Through their travel he had become friendly with the security guards at the zoo, he had slipped them a few fifty’s each as to have a nice romantic stroll through the zoo with Florence. And so she could try out her new camera. And that was it, just romance. No ulterior motive. At all. Nope not Aiden. He’s innocent as they co-...ok they were there to steal a wombat. But Florence doesn’t know. So shhhh. Anyway, Aiden stared at his wife as she snapped photos. Florence was an amatuer photographer and a professional tattoo artist, they met in New York and fell in love.
She smiled at Aiden from across the path, the tall, bronzed Aussie stepped forward and put an arm around her. He smiled wide and looked around at the different enclosures, slyly scanning for the one he needed. “Aye, it’s really beautiful out her Flo. I hope you’re enjoying it.” She smiled and squeezed him tight.
“It’s wonderful Aiden, I’m not sure how you pulled this off but I’m grateful. I’m happy we were able to get out of the city as well. It was so horrible there.” She seemed to calm down. Things were hard for her. Florences’ family lived in the midwest but she had spent years in New York, and to watch what the city had become were hard. Aiden knew he needed to get her out of there. And he also knew he needed to get a new job. Which is how he ended up at Apex. Aiden gave Florence another kiss on the forehead and a light tap on the hind end. He smiled and looked over at the small hut towards the back.
The marsupial hut. He smirked and cleared his throat. “I’ll be back love, I just need to find the facilities and hang a leak”
“Charming” Florence laughed and Aiden gave her a small wink, he moved around and passed the Kangaroos, the Cassowary who has stalked Florence before, it opened its mouth wide, spread its wings to look menacing and made a hunting “ook ook” noise before rubbing its head on the chain-link fence. Aiden just raised an eyebrow and laughed to himself.
“Settle down ya rainbow murder chicken.” It hissed at him and Aiden just laughed, he looked at the Tasmanian devils and then the wallaby’s. One of them reminding him of Wally. He looked over at the wooden door into the back of the hut, a large “employees only sign above it. Aiden hummed a tune and reached over checking the lock, it was open, much to his surprise. Aiden slid in and closed the door behind him.
Meanwhile Florence snapped pictures of a few more of the animals in the “Australian” exhibit. She had seen most of these before when they went back to Australia to see Aiden's family. They took a trip to the Australia zoo, saw crocodiles and all sorts of amazing things. She smiled and remembered the kookaburras laugh, she closed her eyes breathing deep, she could almost hear it “FLO” wait, that wasn’t it. “FLORENCE RUN” She opened her eyes confused looking over. It was Aiden running towards her at breakneck speed, a black blanket in his arms.
“Aiden what the fu-”
“NO QUESTIONS JUST RUN” The security guards were behind him, Florence squealed and they took off. They ran through the reptile area. Passed the primates and to the entrance taking off through the gate. Florence got in the driver's seat, Aiden put the blanket on the back seat and got in the passenger side. “Drive drive drive DRIVE!” Florence backed out and took off breathing heavily.
“Ok what the hell Aiden?” He breathed deep and just smiled, it’s ok we’re gone. There was silence in the car, Florence had no idea what to make of it all. When suddenly she heard a noise in the backseat, a strange grunt and hiss. Florence then felt it, a fuzzy mass rub on her elbow. She looked down to see this brown hairy pig-like creature looking between them and out the front window. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?”
Florence slammed on the breaks pulling over, she moved to the side of the car leaning on the door Aiden reached back pulling the large round creature onto his lap. “Oi...this is Willow...she’s a wombat….our new pet” Florence’s jaw dropped, she had no idea what to say, Aiden rubbed the animals her and her ears twitched as she grunted again. “Dickie isn’t the only one who can misappropriate my culture…”
Florence slid back over and started the car, she was angry, fuming even. Although, the animal was kind of cute, it looked over and nudged her elbow, she sighed and rolled her eye4s. “....I don’t know why you couldn’t just get a dog…”
Debuts are hard…
Aiden slumped back in his chair, his eyes moving down and over his bottle of water, he watched as the condensation turned the plastic from clear to cloudy and drips of water slid down the side to the table. He sighed and shook his head, not knowing where to begin his first promo for PWS. Truth be told he was never good at these, they usually turned from thought pieces discussing the futility of conflict to Aiden trying not to say the word “C#$t”
“Ya know, When I signed my contract and realised I’d be bringing Dickie with me, I kinda wondered if we’d work as a team. I mean not our personalities. He’s me little buddy, my mate, my “homie”. But, Apex doesn’t have an established tag division, so me and him would have to work on that, build it from the ground up. And then there’s the other conundrum. See Dickie, me ol mate, has been the DIVISION world champion, and me? Well I won a shitty title in WWH, a shitty place for shitty people. But I was still a champion. And well, Apex, and every other company only has so much room at the top…”
Aiden slowly shrugged and grabbed his bottle of water chugging it down. He knew he’d have no problems facing Dickie one on one. They’d fight, they’d scrap and whoever won would get bragging rights. Admittedly Aiden would be a bigger dick about it than Watson. There is a small grunting noise, Aiden looks down, grabs a few peanuts from the small bowl on the table and drops them for Willow the Wombat
“But, we will cross that bridge when we get to it yeah?. See right now, Dickie and I have a chance to make a statement. We have a chance to roll on into our first PWS Apex event and show the world what we can do. See Dickie might be a skinny little kid with a bad haircut and tattoos but-”
“HEY!.....”
“Oh stop it, you know that haircut is...what is it you brits say?..Naff?.”
Dickie appears from the side, eating a bowl of cereal, at 8pm, for some reason. He tilts his head and just sighs walking off in an annoyed huff. He leaves and goes out to find Hannah and Florence as Aiden continues.
“As I was saying, the kid doesn’t look like he can be a world beater. But trust me. He is. He’s fast, tough and had heart. He’ll be a force here. But then again. So will I. I’m six foot tall, two hundred and twenty seven pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal baby. But, sorry ladies I’m taken. So instead you’ll just have to enjoy the sight of me flying around the ring, suplexing everyone in my way and using my “Aussie strong style” to kick heads into the third row. And it will start with Enforcer and Vin Halsted. Two big ol steroi...I mean..enhanced lookin blokes…”
“One from Chicago, one from Brooklyn...both looking like create a characters from one of those video games. In fact I think I made one that looked like Enforcer in WWH’s game,....the career mode was dope…”
“But as I was sayin, we got these two big brutes, and I mean, you look at my physique and I look like I could go toe to toe with those boys, but Dickie? Well Dickie is gonna cut em up with his pointy lil elbows and fly around the ring like a ping pong ball. And Enforcer and Vinnie boy can’t do a thin about it. I mean, these two have had a match each in PWS, they have teied to make an impact and failed. Vinnie boy had a match against Miss puppies that I was too lazy to look up the winner of…”
“Sorry not sorry.”
“And Enforcer got his ass kicked by a five foot six canadian mexican girl. And..well you know what. No hate their mate. Sierra scares me too. I’m pretty sure Lachlan is the one who wears the panties in that relationship. But still. You’re a huge muscled beast and instead of being all like “RAWR” you were more like…”meow. And now, you have to team up with your even less impressive generic looking buddy against me and Dickie. And trust me mate, it’ll be a long night at the office for you both.”
“And it’ll take more than watching what I have had to say and then replying to it since you’re about as creative as a bowl of grits. But hey, what do I know right? I’mk just a goofy ass Australian with a six pack and the ability to kick the shit out of you….so on Riot...The commonwealth rises…”
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Post by icon722 on Jun 7, 2020 22:59:22 GMT -5
PWS: APEX – Vin Halsted – The Second Act (Part 2)
::Scene opens with a black background and the following disclaimer in bold, white print:
“This documentary was to chronicle Vin Halsted’s eventual retirement from wrestling and this camera crew was allowed access to backstage of each show that would lead up to this culminating event. It takes place between October 1, 2018, and March 1, 2019. Cameras have been linked to Mr. Halsted’s security system in order to allow all occupants some leeway to move around Halsted Manor without a camera crew following their every step. However, the crew will accompany Mr. Halsted, and anyone accompanying him, if and when, he decides to leave his home to attend important meetings, wrestling shows, etc.::
::Part 2 of Halsted’s Gold Rush opens with a fade in: Two days later, the silhouette of Vin Halsted’s large muscular frame can be seen on the wall as the legendary champion walks down one of the many halls of Halsted Manor. He turns and smirks to show a fully grown but well-trimmed and groomed beard that leads into his wavy dark brown hair while dressed in his high school varsity football t-shirt, Nike gym shorts, ankle-high white socks, and a pair of Nike Cross-Training shoes and then flips the light switch on to reveal his vast state-of-the-art training indoor fieldhouse that was built for his sole usage and purposes. He looks as if he has packed on another thirty pounds of muscle but more tone since the last time anyone in the wrestling world has seen him. He takes a deep breath in and lets the smell of the iron plates and wrestling ring permeate his nostrils. He reminds himself that this week is the week of his thirty-fifth birthday but he feels that he is just starting to reach his peak strength, size, flexibility and agility. He starts out with a brisk jog along the race track. He takes two quick laps, checks his pulse, and then goes into a much needed stretching regimen. Once he feels that he has loosened up, he walks over to the Olympic gymnastics floor and decides to throw a few front and back passes. Nothing too strenuous, just a couple of Round-Off – Flip-Flop – Back – Back – Twist passes and a couple of Front Layout – Front Tuck – Front Twist passes. His blood starts to pump faster and it give him a look of exhilaration. He nods approvingly and moves on to the weight room section of the Halsted Fieldhouse. He walks up to his Hammer Strength Squat Rack and puts two forty-five pound plates on each side of the Olympic bar. He, then, lifts the bar across his shoulders and takes a couple of steps back for a set of ten reps with perfect form. Next, he sets up the trap bar with three forty-five pound plates on each side and proceeds to complete a set of ten deadlifts with perfect form. He continues this process between the two exercises while adding more weight each time but only completing five reps for three more sets. He finishes at a three-hundred, seventy-five pound squat and a four-hundred, fifty pound deadlift. He drops the weight halfway after completing his fourth set on each exercise and proceeds to complete five more sets of ten reps each. This part of his routine takes about thirty minutes and once he completes it, he pulls all of the weight off of each bar and re-racks the in the appropriately labeled racks. Next he walks over to his Hammer Strength bench press rack. He sets up the forty-five pound Olympic bar with two forty-five pound plates on each side and does a warm-up set of ten reps. Again, he continues to add weight to in between the next three sets while completing five reps each time until it reaches three-hundred, twenty five pounds. He drops it down about halfway and proceeds to complete five more sets of ten reps at that weight. Once this part is complete, he re-racks the weight, wipes down the bench and uses his t-shirt to wipe his face. His breathes deeply and continues to move on to working his biceps and triceps. Once he wraps up with those lifts, he goes back to the stretching area for another long stretch while doing a series of leg lifts (tuck-ups, pike-ups, etc.) and variations of pushups (close-hand, wide-arm, hand-stand, etc.). This is his new workout regimen and the results are showing vast improvements that even his maid, Scarlett, has taken notice as of late. Mr. Han, Halsted Manor’s long-time butler, enters just in time to hand Vin a towel while holding the new plans for the final extension. Halsted sighs and takes a look at the new blueprints and smiles. It’s taken several years for Halsted to build a mansion that he feels suits represents who he is and what he has accomplished up to this point of his life and career. The two walk out of the gym and begin to discuss the plans.::
Halsted: I think we are finally coming to an end with this last phase of construction, Mr. Han.
Mr. Han: Oh, sir, that is such good news. I really thought…
::Halsted brushes off Mr. Han’s impending insult by interjecting his opinion.::
Halsted: Yes, it is, Mr. Han.
::They continue to walk through the hallways and pass the Hall of Meaningless Titles. Mr. Han looks down to find that the box marked “ASE” is still sitting next to the doorway and he shakes his head. Halsted sees this and quickly responds.::
Halsted: Don’t give me that look, old man.
Mr. Han: But sir, that box holds a very prestigious title, I don’t understand…
Halsted: Save the lecture, you mummified jerkwad! That place closed five days after I took down good ole Seabass and won their prized possession. I didn’t even get to defend it!
Mr. Han: But sir…
Halsted: I won’t have it! When that place closed, my world was turned upside-down. They may as well has given me a gold watch and kicked me in the ass on the way out, but that didn’t bring hard times on me! I didn’t let it take me down the dark path that I have taken when things didn’t go my way as I had done in the past. No… Only good times for me since then! I have been able to travel, visit long-time friends from my hometown and reconnect with them. I’ve gone to see my favorite performers and bands while getting a chance to break bread with them and share stories from the road with them. I took one charity work that has really been fulfilling for me while I meeting families from the Children’s Miracle Network. It’s been a time of my life that I would never set aside for anything.
Mr. Han: But sir… The title…
::Halsted walks over to the box and pulls the title out of it. He walks back to Mr. Han and shakes it in his face with frustration.::
Halsted: Is this what you want?
Mr. Han: Sir…
Halsted: Really, you crotchety bastard, you want to talk about this meaningless piece of a golden relic? It has no place in the Hall of Pride and Glory; IT MEANS NOTHING!! I was undefeated in ASE and I am an unbeaten champion in the entire world’s eyes. I was given an assignment and I took care of business, but as soon as I turned my sights on total domination of that company and its pathetic group of miscreants on its roster, they closed down. Then they decide to “honor” me by putting me into their Circle of Legends but what did they do?
Mr. Han: Sir… you are starting to turn red.
Halsted: What did they do? They disrespected me and my legacy by calling me the shortest reigning champion in their history. How dare they do that to me? I am a twenty time World Heavyweight Champion in fifteen different federations! I was the man that the fed-owners would call just to give their world title a rub of prestige and glory because they knew that if I stepped into their rings, then their bar was raised. Their talent was forced to step their game up upon my arrival and no one could touch me every time. I had to remove myself from their prospective titles just so that the rest of the roster could have a chance to hold the gold. I wasn’t greedy, I just wanted to be challenged! I wanted to accomplish new heights in ASE! I wanted to take each title at the same time, because it was never done before and I wanted to make history while raising the stakes higher than ever before. I wanted other wrestlers from other feds to take notice and want to come after me for those titles, but no! The thought of one man doing that was too much of a threat to their idea of their business, so the cowered from it and closed it down.
::Halsted picks up the Circle of Legends plaque while still holding the ASE World Heavyweight Title. He shakes them in Mr. Han’s face.::
Halsted: This title and this plaque are tainted!!
Mr. Han: Mr. Halsted…
::Halsted takes a deep breath and throws the plaques and title down.::
Halsted: No… you don’t get to pump the brakes now! This train has left the station!! They didn’t ask me to come back when they re-opened. They didn’t allow me to pick up where things left off. I wasn’t allowed to defend this title or go after the other ones. No… Instead, they revamped the entire federation and title divisions. I mean… What the Hell?!?! Ultraviolent… Fifty-One, Fifty… Pride… Seriously?!?!
::Just before Halsted can continue his Samsung S8 vibrates in his front right pocket to alert him that he received a new email. He stops his tirade to open the new message. The header reads as follows: “ECWF WELCOMES VIN HALSTED”. Halsted reads this and is taken back because he didn’t hear anything else after speaking to The Enforcer two days earlier.::
Halsted: What is this? ::Halsted opens the attached document and reads the details of the email and his contract offer.:: Halsted: “As the ECWF Federation owner, Rock N Roll God, I would like to formally extend this contract to align your talents with our current roster. I spoke to The Enforcer and we have agreed to all terms and proposed storylines to unfold in our federation and before our extensive audience. I love The Gold Rush and want to support you in any way for as long as you stay with us. As mentioned, I would like you to assist me by challenging my current top talent and hopefully you will be able to defeat them. As you may know, my current reigning champions have decided to create and run their own federation. It has caused many conflicts in schedules and they have been seen with my championship titles on-screen on their federation’s weekly. I feel that this is a slap in the face and I’m concerned that they will use my titles in a derogatory manner or fold them into their federation’s titles, thus making them obsolete. The Enforcer stepped up and mentioned your interest in returning to in-ring action. He, also, explained your terms and I have drawn up the attached contract to state that I have agreed to all of these terms. Please DOCU-SIGN this contract and virtually submit them to me once you have read through them and agreed to all terms of the contract. Thank you!”
::Halsted shrugs and reads through his contract details to see that his usual travel accommodations, salary, and his artist rider have been listed on the first page. He signs on the designated area on page one with his right index finger, then goes on to the next page that outlines The Gold Rush storyline as follows:
“THE GOLD RUSH STORYLINE:
1. Show #1 – Debut by attacking one of the current members of the stable that is controlling all of ECWF’s titles (six-man tag team, mid-card title, and heavyweight title) after their singles’ match against The Enforcer.
2. Show #2 – Singles’ match with one member of the current six-man tag team champions.
3. Show #3 – The Enforcer, Vin Halsted, and Charlie Feigel challenge and defeat the current six-man tag team champions.
4. Show #4 – Singles match against one half of the tag team champions.
5. Show #5 – The Enforcer and Vin Halsted challenge and defeat the current tag team champions.
6. Show #6 – Formally challenge the current heavyweight champion while The Enforcer challenges the mid-card champion.
7. Show #7 – Contract signing for the heavyweight championship.
8. Show #8 – Defeat the heavyweight champion.
9. Shows #9-25 – Successfully, defend all titles held against all challengers, until there are no challengers left.
10. Show #26 – Cut retirement promo with The Enforcer, and Charlie Feigel, then hand all titles over to RNRG by vacating them and leaving them in the middle of the ring.”
Halsted smirks and nods in approval. He, then, signs page two and submits the contract.::
Halsted: Well, looks like I can finally go out on top.
::Mr. Han nods in approval.::
Mr. Han: Splendid news, sir. Shall I have your pilot ready the jet?
Halsted: Great idea, Han… looks like it’s time for me to go back to what I do best.
::The two man part ways from each other, as the second part of the documentary fades to black. We open with the silhouettes two men with their backs to the cameras on the balcony of The Enforcer’s loft in Santa Monica as the sunrises over the beautiful sandy beach below. Both men stand at six foot, four inches. Halsted has a slightly bigger wingspan than The Enforcer, but both men are in peak condition. They are wearing long bathrobes with slppers are they both cleaned up for their day. The stand together as they enjoy the sights on the beach and the fresh air while drinking their morning expresso. Halsted leans forward to look at the morning joggers and he smirks.::
Halsted: I was never one to go on a morning jog.
Enforcer: Really… I do it from time to time. It helps clear my mind.
Halsted: Eh… I prefer to move in spurts. I never liked the idea of cross-country running in school. I loved taking a hand-off and blasting through a defensive line up to the secondary, or blasting through a front or back pass on the gymnastics floor.
Enforcer: You really are horse of a different color, aren’t you?
Halsted: Ha… it was the only way to separate myself from my older brother’s shadow while we went to school together and he was three grades a head of me.
Enforcer: That makes sense.
Halsted: I mean… what better way to do that than to take up the three toughest sports in high school: football, wrestling, and gymnastics? The training alone is brutal for just wrestling and gymnastics but then I excelled at all three and was all-conference for all three years that I was on the Varsity level.
Enforcer: Damn, man… I didn’t know that!
Halsted: They bumped me up to Varsity when I was a sophomore for all three sports and I still graduated with honors!
Enforcer: With all of that, a bachelor’s degree and a master’s degree, how the Hell did you become a bouncer?
Halsted: Eh,,, sh…
::Just as Halsted is about to finished that thought, The Enforcer’s daughter, Isabella, walks out to the balcony to greet her father and Vin.::
Isabella: Good morning, Daddy… Vin…
Enforcer: Good morning, Bella!
Halsted: Morning.
::Halsted shrugs and decides to leave the father and daughter to go back into his room to get dressed and pack for the next PWS: APEX show in Las Vegas. Enforcer spends a few moments with his daughter before doing the same. Halsted walks out into the main room of the loft and sees The Enforcer is ready to go. They nod to each other and say goodbye to Isabella, who is now on the couch reading her daily newsfeed on her iPhone 10. She wishes them well, as she knows they are going into battle against the Commonwealth later that day. The two walk down to The Enforcer’s garage. He hits the lights and smirks while they stare down the row of his prized car collection.::
Halsted: So, which one are we taking today, brother?
Enforcer: Oh c’mon… do you even have to ask, "Dom?
::Halsted laughs and nods as the two walk over to The Enforcer’s pristine jet-black 1970 Dodge Charger R/T. They place their bags with their ring gear in the trunk and hop into the front seat of the beautiful, classic muscle car. Both men are wearing white Armani suits, black shirts, Ray-Bans, black loafers, and rolex watches. The Enforcer pushes the garage door-opener and peels out of the garage onto the empty street between his building and the beach.::
Halsted: That never gets old, huh?
Enforcer: Nah… speaking of that… aren’t you older than this car?
::Halsted shoots a nasty glare at his friend.::
Halsted: What the Hell, man??? I know you are fully capable of doing math!!
Enforcer: Oh, c’mon… how old are you again?
Halsted: Dude… I’ll be thirty-five in July… you know that!!
Enforcer: Oh, I know… but I know how sensitive you can be when someone mentions your age!
Halsted: I may have started a little later than most, but that doesn’t mean I’m like Diamond Dallas Page!!
Enforcer: Oh… Dally!
Halsted: Yeah, man… what the Hell is the difference, anyway? Dally hit his peak when he was in his forties. I’m way ahead of that! I took my first world title when I was twenty-two!
Enforcer: Oh, I do enjoy poking the bear!
Halsted: Yeah… so do Caden and Joe!
Enforcer: We do it out of love, brother!
Halsted: That and just to get me pissed off enough to go into another war in the ring!
Enforcer: Exactly… so just stew on that while we drive to Vegas!
::Halsted starts hollering out the window, similar to Jon Favreau in the opening scene of Swingers< as The Enforcer flies down Route 66.::
Halsted: VEEEEEGAAAAASSSS!!! VEEEEEGAAAAASSSS!!! VEEEEEGAAAAASSSS!!!
Enforcer: Hell yeah, brother!!
::The Enforcer pulls over at a gas station midway to fill his gas tank. Halsted jumps out of the car with him.::
Halsted: Don’t you know to fill the tank before leaving for a road trip?
Enforcer: Dude… it was full before we left. You know muscle cars burn gas!
Halsted: That is true… no matter how fast you’re going, you eventually run low on gas.
Enforcer: Exactly, much like our over-confident, loud-mouthed opponents. They think they will run circles around us because we’re too old and too muscled.
Halsted: But much like this Dodge Charger… We were built to last the sands of time.
Enforcer: No matter what the conditions, we can go in any setting and put on a Broadway match, any time.
Halsted: Oh… for you, younger PWS audience members out there, a Broadway match is an hour-long epic where two well-conditioned athletes compete for sixty minutes or more until there is a winner.
Enforcer: Yes, kids… Those matches are long, but it isn’t a mundane Randy Orton-style match. There are high spots, shifts in advantage and displays of speed, agility, and strength.
Halsted: I guess what we are saying is this: Our opponents, The Commonwealth, think they have us figured out. The problem is that they are still learning how to play Checkers and we are master Chess players!
::Halsted smirks and shakes his head. He walks into the quick shop to pay for the gas as The Enforcer starts the car. He drops the cash on the counter and walks out.::
Halsted: Let’s go, brother!
Enforcer: That’s the thing, Vin… we are brothers! We have known each other for thirteen years. We have faced each other in the ring for some epic clashes and we have teamed together to ward off multiple threats to our many title reigns. We may not have captured tag team gold, but that has always been on our bucket list of accomplishments before we face ourselves in the mirror.
Halsted: Are we still undefeated as a tag team?
Enforcer: I’m pretty sure that streak is still going.
Halsted: So, what in the world made these two boys think they would be the ones to stop us?
Enforcer: I mean… it doesn’t matter how fast a car goes, when it hits a wall, it explodes!
Halsted: Absolutely… those two are on a collision course with a wall and its name is The Untouchable Talent.
Enforcer: That’s not just a name, Commonwealth… It’s a lifestyle that we breathe every day!
::The Enforcer jumps back onto Route 66.::
Halsted: I’m so confused by their logic. You lost to Sierra, but Dickie beat her twice some time ago so he thinks that because he beat her that he will beat you in this tag match?
Enforcer: So… A squared plus B squared equals C squared, right?
Halsted: Umm… Sure???
Enforcer: I lost to Sierra… so, what? That just means that I train and regroup for the next match!
Halsted: Plus, you have to account for myself and Aiden as being variables, also.
Enforcer: Right!
Halsted: But, they have never teamed together!
Enforcer: We have teamed so many times that we know each other’s moves before we make them.
Halsted: Exactly, just because those two are friends, doesn’t mean they will have any chemistry as a team. You can’t just wake up and say, “hey, we’re a tag team because we’re friends and we’re gonna be unstoppable.”
Enforcer: It just doesn’t work like that boys… so, we will be taking your king when we face off in Vegas…
Halsted: Checkmate, bitches!!
::Scene fades to black as the Dodge Charger speeds down Route 66. END SCENE.::
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