Kings of The Tag Team Division (LGBTKO RP 2 of 4)
Feb 12, 2020 8:25:31 GMT -5
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Post by Ryan on Feb 12, 2020 8:25:31 GMT -5
XHF SUPREMACY | JANUARY 26TH, 2020
"I'm going to go get some help for him, I'll be right back." Says Brendan as he quickly ejects himself from the room to go and find some medical assistance.
Seth gently pulls on the tape to show the cut that's on Ryan's face, a nasty gash over his right eye after his match with Vincent Draven went to a striking war. He puts the tape back over the cut and awaits for Brendan to come back with the medical team as we get a first person view from the eyes of Ryan looking up at Seth, Selena and Fox looking down at him before Ryan's eyes close and we cut to the next scene.
MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE | JANUARY 28TH, 2020
Once again in the first person view of things, we watch Ryan's eyes open to see Seth Dillinger looking down on him with a rather large smile on his face, very similar to the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. He's shirtless and has Ryan pinned down onto the bed. Ryan feels himself being held down and does his best to push Seth away who can't help but to laugh at the struggling and helpless Ryan. Ryan stops resisting and shakes his head as he looks up at Seth still smiling.
"I swear to god, Seth, if we did anyth--"
"What?! No, you dumbass!" He laughs more at Ryan's suspicion. "I just wanted to check how the lightweight of the group is, you were pretty shitfaced last night."
Ryan looks to the small locker on his side of the bed, seeing the mass amounts of alcohol bottles on the floor and the locker itself. Ryan can't help but to sigh at the thought of what had happened and cleaning up the mess, he then looks back up at Seth, still unpleasant about being pinned down. Seth smiles and then finally lets go of Ryan, putting his hands up in the air. Ryan sits up and looks around the room, he takes notice to the knocked over tables and chairs, clothes all over the floor and no sign of Selena anywhere in the room. Seth finally gets his shirt back on and checks his phone.
"Twelve forty eight... You slept like a... Nevermind." He slips his phone back into his pocket.
"Where's Selena?" Ryan asks.
"I think she went to get something to eat, she said she might bring you back something to clear that hangover of yours."
Seth's response is met with Ryan staring daggers at him over the remark of being hungover.
"Don't act like you aren't. You've barely got your own eyes open fully."
Ryan does his best to prove Seth wrong but he struggles, he closes his eyes and is left with what can only be described as "a headache with the velocity of a shovel repeatedly smashing your head in" by Ryan himself. He falls back and lays there in his bed, his eyes remaining closed as he lets out a long and deep sigh. Seth sits at the end of the bed, gently shaking Ryan's foot.
"I'm not trying to fall back to sleep, Seth." Ryan says with a little bit of grit to his voice.
"Good, because I've got some good news and bad news for you." Seth says with a slight smile on his face still remaining there. "Which do you want to hear first?"
Ryan doesn't say anything and Seth slowly gets up and is about to smack him across the face before Ryan could answer with...
"The good news."
Ryan opens his eyes and finds Seth's hand raised up but he lowers it quickly as if nothing was going to happen.
"Well... AWF have said they'll give you a break after the night you had at Supremacy. They said you can come back for Forty Eight if you're any better."
"That... was something I more than likely expected."
Ryan sits up and swings his legs out of the bed, Seth watches Ryan parade around the room in nothing but his tight boxer briefs. Ryan grabs a bottle of Budweiser Light that still was half full of it's contents. He takes a quick gulp from it before Seth can say...
"The bad news is that you're defending the Tag Titles in Japan next month."
...and with that, Ryan spits out anything he had in his mouth right onto Seth. Both look at one another and say...
"What the fuck!"
Then the cameras quickly cut to black.
ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA | FEBRUARY 3RD, 2020
The camera shot reopens within the bedroom of Ryan and Selena, though she's nowhere to be seen, we're met with a laying and topless Ryan in his king sized bed as he clicks a few buttons on his sixteen inch MacBook Pro which the screen shows The XHF Network site. In the search bar is "Team Fairtex" and previous Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition shows appear, including the match where Team Fairtex won the SWAT Tag Team Championships. Ryan takes notice to the camera that records him and places the MacBook to his side before looking up at said camera.
"Man, when I was told we were going to Japan, I was kind of excited yet wasn't excited. I mean, I've beaten The Convicted... I've beaten Legion... I've beaten The Saga... all for the XHF Tag Team Championships. Notab-- Never mind, Legion are the only notable ones that we've beaten." He laughs a bit. "But let me be real for a second, there's been many a challenger, everyone wants a chance to shine as the top Tag Team, everyone's gunning for us. I'm not surprised anyone from SWAT would come and try to collect, you've taken the X*Crown Championship, you hold the keys to the kingdom of singles competition... why not try take the keys to the Tag Team Kingdom?"
A smile is on Ryan's face as he shakes his head from side to side ever so slowly.
"So, what's so special about our next challengers? Team Fairtex, I remember your names. I remember Tong Fairtex, at least. Fired Up, I remember it clearly, you were gone within the first round. Not a good sign if you're a Tag Team Champion, is it? Look at myself and Seth, we teamed after I picked him and guess what happened that night? We got to the finals of the damn tournament, and then what happened two months later? We're holding onto the richest prize in Tag Team wrestling right now. Sure, there's no Seth around to team with me but Fox can still hit as hard as Seth could. Tell me this, Fairtex boys, what makes your bond special? You're a band of brothers, literally, and you've got the SWAT Tag Team Championships... but I didn't know they had a Tag Team Division to begin with, I forgot you guys existed at all!"
Ryan laughs it off.
"Tong and Phantam Fairtex, what stupid names your parents gave you, if they are your real names to begin with." Pauses for a moment. "Tong, you are the man they call The Bangkok Hitman. Do you know what the term hitman means? Someone that gets paid to kill people, and I don't see you killing people now, do I? Is this one of those names that are to make you look cool? I know I call myself The Messiah of the Knee Strike but there's a pretty good reason for that, but when you came up with The Bangkok Hitman, you just thought it sounded cool." He shrugs his shoulders. "Unless you're going to commit to some murders which I really hope you don't because I'd probably call the cops on you."
Ryan reaches over to the locker by his bed and grabs a large cup of Starbucks, taking a sip from it before placing it back down onto the counter.
"Phantam, another person with an unreasonable nickname to himself. The Handsomest Man in SWAT? I'm going to be real with you, man, you look like someone you'd find on Jerry Springer trying to get back with your fat ex girlfriend who's also your second cousin twice removed. I have to say, you've must be smoking some strong shit to call yourself handsome. It's one thing to be called ugly by a woman but it's a whole lot different when a man says it. You're nowhere near handsome, the word should never be put twenty feet near you to begin with!" Ryan scratches his head, confused over this one nagging thing. "Have you not looked in the mirror lately? I wouldn't say so, they've probably shattered to pieces. I mean, the only girl that could get with you is a prostitute if you paid her enough, and she better be getting her moneys worth with you, man. Honestly, your parents were better off trying to kill you upon being born like Thanos."
Ryan lets out a small chuckle.
"But I digress, within those flaws are... some talent. I mean, you didn't win those Tag Team Championships for nothing. But neither did we. Calling our win against The Convicted an upset? How was it an upset? We were winning every tag match myself and Seth were in, there was no upset to it at all. We were always the favourites going into the match, we won a Tag Team Contenders shot a month beforehand. That's like saying if Anthony Caffrey could win the SWAT Heavyweight Championship, it'll be an upset when in reality, it isn't because he was an Undisputed Champion for three hundred and nine days so he's god damn good. Then you bring up your Tag Team Championship win before losing in, and I cannot stress this enough, the first round of Fired Up. Come on, brag a little but don't be happy over becoming Tag Team Champions and then shitting on the Tag Team division itself a few weeks later in a tournament."
Ryan shakes his head in disapproval.
"Team Fairtex, you may be good... and I use that word very sparingly when talking about you two... but you're never going to be as good as myself and Fox. We're the best damn Tag Team going, we're just that damn good at what we do and we're going to put on a clinic of a match with you two but it's a damn shame you couldn't do that yourselves. When you need good competition, you come calling to us, and we'll make your name known. Like you said, Tong, when the match is over... This entire division is going to know the name of Team Fairtex."
A little smirk grows on Ryan's face.
"...as the next team to fall to LGBTKO. Thank you... next."
Ryan keeps that smirk on his face as the camera shot fades to black.
