Post by Dave D-Flipz on Oct 10, 2020 0:06:08 GMT -5
"Ya know I’ve been thinking. It’s pretty coincidental that you guys chose that book before we have to face off with the ReVenants. A pair of big flops if you ask me. And that book was full of floppy things. Let’s face it the best thing these two have going for them is the pair of titles they’ve held and after the bluster when they joined AWF it’s hardly anything more than a huge flop to say the best you’ve done is a 24/7 style title you’ve named for a bodily part and the first belt I ever won in XHF, in 2003."
*DT has clicked onto a zoom meeting. It is now 9 am in Philadelphia according to the meeting room’s clock. DT’s box however says 8PM. We have entered into another meeting Thursday morning for one half of Top of the Class and Thursday evening for the other. DT sits in a hotel room munching pad thai with no peanuts … in Thailand. He has arrived for the match to train in the actual area of the show. Mistress and Chaos have just come off the previous evening’s debut show of Fireside.*
"The guys talk a big game and there’s talent there to be sure but it all comes off a bit limp for me. Opportunities have just been dangled there in front of them and it’d be hard to call this amazing world class team anything but a flop."
*He looks at the screen and sees his partner is not in such high spirits. Her nose is bruised and she looks tired. Meanwhile in the other box Doctor Chaos is much worse for wear. Her eyes are both black and blue and swollen, her nose and mouth are still sporting dry blood and swelling. She pouts with her arms crossed and just looks put out.*
"WTF … What the Fireside happened?! What did those F guys do?"
*Chaos replies with a whisper of horror*
"… Majesty …"
"I find it hard to believe the atmosphere was so majestic that you just erupted with blood and guts."
"Not the atmosphere. Majesty is … well … I dunno WHAT they are but they certainly ended the evening with a bang."
*DT looks concerned.*
"I won! I defeated Piledriver Pete and then … they … showed up and tainted my victory."
"AND MY ADORABLE FACE!"
"… A … person did that … to you? You aren’t even a wrestler!"
"I KNOOOOOW! I have no training at ALL! … Well aside from those kickboxing classes … also the tai chi."
"Regardless, we will be on the flight to Thailand on Friday morning after we have convalesced a bit."
*Death Trap shows a smile. He is quietly googling Majesty and finding a whole lot of nothing. He does see the clip of the end the show and hides a wince at the events.*
"Well you can look forward to an easier time here than there from what it looks like. Majesty appears to be a whole different kind of beast from the ReVenants. Both of them are more on our level when it comes to style and the only weapons they can employ are pies not theatrics. Neo is a technical guy, knows his way around the ring. Keith is suplexes and strikes and some submissions for good measure. Nothing out of the ordinary that we can’t plan for. Wonder what their pie preferences are. Keith strikes me as a rhubarb kinda guy."
"From that display he somehow was legally allowed to air on prime time TV, I’d say he is more into custard pie."
"BAH let them have spotted dick instead!"
"Actually I think he used his mouth …"
"IRRELEVANT! Keith is a disgusting invertebrate."
"I think the phrase is dog with a bone…"
"EW NOBODY WANTS TO SEE HIS BONE!"
"Pretty sure he didn’t share his bone …"
*DT looks off to the side disgusted. The two women also seem to be agitated over the ReVenants appearances on the network this week.*
"I understand they think me a female dog. Well that is acceptable. Because female dogs are aware that it is not the size of their competitors in the fight, but the size of the fight within them."
"And I’ve known many an alpha bitch."
*DT lets out a chuckle.*
"Yeah they seem to believe that they can best us by blowing smoke up my ass and completely overlooking you. Not the smartest move."
"Your abs, Death Trap. Smoke on your abs."
"What a great idea for the next calendar!"
"Not the time Chaos."
"They should have remained with the Leviathan comparison. Because that is the true depths of our skill levels. That comparison is much more appropriate."
"Based on how hard they are compensatin’, I’m bettin’ neither of them can differentiate a leviathan from a toy poodle."
"And I know it’s a pie match but what is up with all the food references? I mean Keith said you make him hungry and Neo called you arm candy."
*Chaos interjects with a fire*
"She’ll show him arm candy. By making his arm into brittle!"
"I am disappointed the best they could do was compliment my appearance. Yes I am attractive…"
"You’re the REAL smoke show hon. Ooh another calendar idea, you blowing on DT’s abs!"
*Discipline clears her throat and glares at Chaos across the room from within her zoom box. DT seems lost*
"But no you may not touch this. You cannot touch this."
"Ya know it wouldn’t surprise me if Keith spent all day playing with his hammer …"
"Do you think we could get him to use his hammer on the sharp end of a nail?"
"OH LOOK AT THE TIME, no more time for questions…"
*Discipline disappears as she logs off the zoom call. We see her appear in Chaos’s zoom box and gesturing demonstrably as Chaos laughs. The camera drops as they close the laptop and the box disappears.*
*We open up in a gym. Death Trap is standing there topless, sweating profusely, and in gym shorts. His hair is not concealed under a hat but glistens with sweat. He is running in place. Suddenly a tennis ball comes perilously close to his face as he swings his head to the side. Another ball. He leans back to let it pass over him. He begins hopping up and down on one of those elevated platforms. As he does more projectiles are launched at his head. A stuffed bear flies just next to his face as he leans his head to the right, then the left as a plushie Pikachu sails by. He hits a button on a remote and the camera follows him as if it’s on a swiveling tripod. He begins running forward and back stepping in tires as more items fire at his face.*
"Ok *huff* next round. Gotta *pant* get the evasion reflexes up. *heavy breath* Need to avoid pie doom!"
*He watches as several koosh balls launch near his face. He keeps stepping in the tires and flees his upper body to avoid them. He rests his hands on his knees and breathes heavily, dripping sweat. He steps to the side hitting the button on the remote again. A whirring sound slows down to a mild hum and he steps forward. He grabs a towel and begins to wipe his face of sweat. A rock launches at him. He drops to his hands and knees to avoid it then forward rolls back to his feet and looks to the camera he has clearly set up. He grabs it and puts it off to the side on a tripod as we see the item it HAD been on. An old baseball pitching machine. The bucket is filled with various relatively soft items that it has been firing at him.*
"A funny thing happens when you start to get up in years. You need to really work to keep the flexibility and durability up. You guys are right about one thing about me. Being 40 is not going to slow me down. Had to do a little wayback machine to my ECF days when I used the baseball stuff and bring back this baby. No way to beat me if you can’t pie my face. … That could have sounded better."
*He thinks for a sec before doing a squat to avoid a nerf football which plunks off the nearby wall and rolls to his feet.*
"This match is certainly an odd one isn’t it. That CAR crew really knows how to pick them. Two teams who want to elevate tag team wrestling, known for their technical prowess, reduced to a slapstick comedy routine of slamming baked treats in one another’s faces. You all may be used to taking that kind of punishment but I prefer not to be in this scenario. But he rules say I can’t just make you both tap out. We have to pie you in the face. So that is what will happen. I’m not going to apologize for it, after all we COULD have had to swim with sharks."
*He does a back bump as the machine fires another tennis ball at him. He kips up to his feet. Multitasking at its finest ladies and gentlemen.*
"I wanna just come right out and address the elephant in the ro… the big issue with you guys and your promos."
*DT grimaces at the thought of elephants after all the dangly bits he’s seen recently, and had references in ReV promos. He dodges a stuffed ice cream cone dog toy.*
"My tag partner and I do not appreciate the way you have tried to continue this narrative that she is my …arm candy … or that I am carrying her. It’s sexist, it’s short sighted, and it pies in the face … FLIES … in the face of the work we are trying to do. She is trying to be an inspiration for the next generation of female competitors and I am trying to pass on my experience and knowledge to a worthy successor. To completely blow off her accomplishments as close but no cigar is just … a bad read to use poker as a reference. In less than a year she has been close to the top on the global stage while you play stooge in AWF acting like the big shits when you’ve managed to hot potato the phoenix title and hold onto a prop belt."
*He clicks the remote and the machine turns off after launching one more squeaky toy he ducks under. He approaches the camera*
"I appreciate the fact that you think I’m hot stuff. I mean, to be fair, you’re not wrong. I am a legend for a reason. And behind all the jokes about my talking or my wrestling, there isn’t a soul in XHF who would underestimate or look down on me. But that isn’t the point. We have been working as a team, a unit, a well-oiled machine for a while now and …"
*He again realizes what he said, He closes his eyes then opens them and ignores it*
"… we deserve to be respected as equals and taken as the COMBINED threat we are. It’s clear with you three that you all have talent and you all can play top dog on any given day. Maybe show that respect to my partner."
*He wipes down his hair with the towel*
"Keith … you really wanna call me dickless … whatever, childish humor. But you do not denigrate my honor. Here’s the deal, you and your little Freudian obsession need to understand we don’t need books to be able to read you. You may have worked together for a long time but MD and I have been on the same page consistently for long enough to know just how to work off each other. You aren’t as advantaged in that aspect as you really need to be to stop us. You are a Phoenix Champ and Around the Clock Champ. You are up against a 2 time X*Crown Champ, a 5 time World Champ. And of course the future Fireside World Champ."
*We can see DT’s phone light up but his ringtone is too soft for him to hear over his own voice.*
"And I didn’t know there was anyone left more cocky than me … other than Caffrey … but damn Neo James Carner you sure are. You don’t hear me brag about my cereal boxes from when I was in baseball, or ECF … because it’s a sponsorship deal. It’s a popularity contest. It means nothing in the ring. If you could get your head out of your own ass, and maybe also Seth Dillinger’s … you’d be a great wrestler. You have the technical skill. But that attitude is holding you back. You can’t get away with underestimating me."
*His phone goes dark*
"A War Horse with something to prove. If you wanna see me as a horse I’m fine with that title being hung on me. *he pauses again, why can’t he stop?* But MD is even more determined to prove our team is the best than me. Yeah you better believe I want those titles. But you better believe she wants them more. End of Days is my event, Revs. And come Sunday we are going to expose you for the flop of a team you are. No disrespect of course. It’s just the cold hard truth. Only one team gets to be the top."
*DT jumps as he gets a text from someone. He pulls his phone from his bag. It’s from Mistress, her and Chaos are approaching the gym and need him to let them in, their hands are full. He smiles and walks to the door. He pops it open and his sweaty abs glisten in the street lights. Discipline and Chaos are each holding a box with a pie in it. They both see him, their eyes hit his topless abs and they both stumble. Both boxes fly at DT and open. A pie slams into his face, the other a bit lower.*
"Well … we thought we’d show you we think you’re just peachy!"
*DT pulls the peach pie off his face and swallows the bit that went into his mouth. He looks down at the apples leaking from the crust stuck to his … crotch*
"I suppose that makes that one … American Pie."
"People are going to have so many questions …"
*DT has clicked onto a zoom meeting. It is now 9 am in Philadelphia according to the meeting room’s clock. DT’s box however says 8PM. We have entered into another meeting Thursday morning for one half of Top of the Class and Thursday evening for the other. DT sits in a hotel room munching pad thai with no peanuts … in Thailand. He has arrived for the match to train in the actual area of the show. Mistress and Chaos have just come off the previous evening’s debut show of Fireside.*
"The guys talk a big game and there’s talent there to be sure but it all comes off a bit limp for me. Opportunities have just been dangled there in front of them and it’d be hard to call this amazing world class team anything but a flop."
*He looks at the screen and sees his partner is not in such high spirits. Her nose is bruised and she looks tired. Meanwhile in the other box Doctor Chaos is much worse for wear. Her eyes are both black and blue and swollen, her nose and mouth are still sporting dry blood and swelling. She pouts with her arms crossed and just looks put out.*
"WTF … What the Fireside happened?! What did those F guys do?"
*Chaos replies with a whisper of horror*
"… Majesty …"
"I find it hard to believe the atmosphere was so majestic that you just erupted with blood and guts."
"Not the atmosphere. Majesty is … well … I dunno WHAT they are but they certainly ended the evening with a bang."
*DT looks concerned.*
"I won! I defeated Piledriver Pete and then … they … showed up and tainted my victory."
"AND MY ADORABLE FACE!"
"… A … person did that … to you? You aren’t even a wrestler!"
"I KNOOOOOW! I have no training at ALL! … Well aside from those kickboxing classes … also the tai chi."
"Regardless, we will be on the flight to Thailand on Friday morning after we have convalesced a bit."
*Death Trap shows a smile. He is quietly googling Majesty and finding a whole lot of nothing. He does see the clip of the end the show and hides a wince at the events.*
"Well you can look forward to an easier time here than there from what it looks like. Majesty appears to be a whole different kind of beast from the ReVenants. Both of them are more on our level when it comes to style and the only weapons they can employ are pies not theatrics. Neo is a technical guy, knows his way around the ring. Keith is suplexes and strikes and some submissions for good measure. Nothing out of the ordinary that we can’t plan for. Wonder what their pie preferences are. Keith strikes me as a rhubarb kinda guy."
"From that display he somehow was legally allowed to air on prime time TV, I’d say he is more into custard pie."
"BAH let them have spotted dick instead!"
"Actually I think he used his mouth …"
"IRRELEVANT! Keith is a disgusting invertebrate."
"I think the phrase is dog with a bone…"
"EW NOBODY WANTS TO SEE HIS BONE!"
"Pretty sure he didn’t share his bone …"
*DT looks off to the side disgusted. The two women also seem to be agitated over the ReVenants appearances on the network this week.*
"I understand they think me a female dog. Well that is acceptable. Because female dogs are aware that it is not the size of their competitors in the fight, but the size of the fight within them."
"And I’ve known many an alpha bitch."
*DT lets out a chuckle.*
"Yeah they seem to believe that they can best us by blowing smoke up my ass and completely overlooking you. Not the smartest move."
"Your abs, Death Trap. Smoke on your abs."
"What a great idea for the next calendar!"
"Not the time Chaos."
"They should have remained with the Leviathan comparison. Because that is the true depths of our skill levels. That comparison is much more appropriate."
"Based on how hard they are compensatin’, I’m bettin’ neither of them can differentiate a leviathan from a toy poodle."
"And I know it’s a pie match but what is up with all the food references? I mean Keith said you make him hungry and Neo called you arm candy."
*Chaos interjects with a fire*
"She’ll show him arm candy. By making his arm into brittle!"
"I am disappointed the best they could do was compliment my appearance. Yes I am attractive…"
"You’re the REAL smoke show hon. Ooh another calendar idea, you blowing on DT’s abs!"
*Discipline clears her throat and glares at Chaos across the room from within her zoom box. DT seems lost*
"But no you may not touch this. You cannot touch this."
"Ya know it wouldn’t surprise me if Keith spent all day playing with his hammer …"
"Do you think we could get him to use his hammer on the sharp end of a nail?"
"OH LOOK AT THE TIME, no more time for questions…"
*Discipline disappears as she logs off the zoom call. We see her appear in Chaos’s zoom box and gesturing demonstrably as Chaos laughs. The camera drops as they close the laptop and the box disappears.*
FRIDAY EVENING, 7PM THAILAND TIME
*We open up in a gym. Death Trap is standing there topless, sweating profusely, and in gym shorts. His hair is not concealed under a hat but glistens with sweat. He is running in place. Suddenly a tennis ball comes perilously close to his face as he swings his head to the side. Another ball. He leans back to let it pass over him. He begins hopping up and down on one of those elevated platforms. As he does more projectiles are launched at his head. A stuffed bear flies just next to his face as he leans his head to the right, then the left as a plushie Pikachu sails by. He hits a button on a remote and the camera follows him as if it’s on a swiveling tripod. He begins running forward and back stepping in tires as more items fire at his face.*
"Ok *huff* next round. Gotta *pant* get the evasion reflexes up. *heavy breath* Need to avoid pie doom!"
*He watches as several koosh balls launch near his face. He keeps stepping in the tires and flees his upper body to avoid them. He rests his hands on his knees and breathes heavily, dripping sweat. He steps to the side hitting the button on the remote again. A whirring sound slows down to a mild hum and he steps forward. He grabs a towel and begins to wipe his face of sweat. A rock launches at him. He drops to his hands and knees to avoid it then forward rolls back to his feet and looks to the camera he has clearly set up. He grabs it and puts it off to the side on a tripod as we see the item it HAD been on. An old baseball pitching machine. The bucket is filled with various relatively soft items that it has been firing at him.*
"A funny thing happens when you start to get up in years. You need to really work to keep the flexibility and durability up. You guys are right about one thing about me. Being 40 is not going to slow me down. Had to do a little wayback machine to my ECF days when I used the baseball stuff and bring back this baby. No way to beat me if you can’t pie my face. … That could have sounded better."
*He thinks for a sec before doing a squat to avoid a nerf football which plunks off the nearby wall and rolls to his feet.*
"This match is certainly an odd one isn’t it. That CAR crew really knows how to pick them. Two teams who want to elevate tag team wrestling, known for their technical prowess, reduced to a slapstick comedy routine of slamming baked treats in one another’s faces. You all may be used to taking that kind of punishment but I prefer not to be in this scenario. But he rules say I can’t just make you both tap out. We have to pie you in the face. So that is what will happen. I’m not going to apologize for it, after all we COULD have had to swim with sharks."
*He does a back bump as the machine fires another tennis ball at him. He kips up to his feet. Multitasking at its finest ladies and gentlemen.*
"I wanna just come right out and address the elephant in the ro… the big issue with you guys and your promos."
*DT grimaces at the thought of elephants after all the dangly bits he’s seen recently, and had references in ReV promos. He dodges a stuffed ice cream cone dog toy.*
"My tag partner and I do not appreciate the way you have tried to continue this narrative that she is my …arm candy … or that I am carrying her. It’s sexist, it’s short sighted, and it pies in the face … FLIES … in the face of the work we are trying to do. She is trying to be an inspiration for the next generation of female competitors and I am trying to pass on my experience and knowledge to a worthy successor. To completely blow off her accomplishments as close but no cigar is just … a bad read to use poker as a reference. In less than a year she has been close to the top on the global stage while you play stooge in AWF acting like the big shits when you’ve managed to hot potato the phoenix title and hold onto a prop belt."
*He clicks the remote and the machine turns off after launching one more squeaky toy he ducks under. He approaches the camera*
"I appreciate the fact that you think I’m hot stuff. I mean, to be fair, you’re not wrong. I am a legend for a reason. And behind all the jokes about my talking or my wrestling, there isn’t a soul in XHF who would underestimate or look down on me. But that isn’t the point. We have been working as a team, a unit, a well-oiled machine for a while now and …"
*He again realizes what he said, He closes his eyes then opens them and ignores it*
"… we deserve to be respected as equals and taken as the COMBINED threat we are. It’s clear with you three that you all have talent and you all can play top dog on any given day. Maybe show that respect to my partner."
*He wipes down his hair with the towel*
"Keith … you really wanna call me dickless … whatever, childish humor. But you do not denigrate my honor. Here’s the deal, you and your little Freudian obsession need to understand we don’t need books to be able to read you. You may have worked together for a long time but MD and I have been on the same page consistently for long enough to know just how to work off each other. You aren’t as advantaged in that aspect as you really need to be to stop us. You are a Phoenix Champ and Around the Clock Champ. You are up against a 2 time X*Crown Champ, a 5 time World Champ. And of course the future Fireside World Champ."
*We can see DT’s phone light up but his ringtone is too soft for him to hear over his own voice.*
"And I didn’t know there was anyone left more cocky than me … other than Caffrey … but damn Neo James Carner you sure are. You don’t hear me brag about my cereal boxes from when I was in baseball, or ECF … because it’s a sponsorship deal. It’s a popularity contest. It means nothing in the ring. If you could get your head out of your own ass, and maybe also Seth Dillinger’s … you’d be a great wrestler. You have the technical skill. But that attitude is holding you back. You can’t get away with underestimating me."
*His phone goes dark*
"A War Horse with something to prove. If you wanna see me as a horse I’m fine with that title being hung on me. *he pauses again, why can’t he stop?* But MD is even more determined to prove our team is the best than me. Yeah you better believe I want those titles. But you better believe she wants them more. End of Days is my event, Revs. And come Sunday we are going to expose you for the flop of a team you are. No disrespect of course. It’s just the cold hard truth. Only one team gets to be the top."
*DT jumps as he gets a text from someone. He pulls his phone from his bag. It’s from Mistress, her and Chaos are approaching the gym and need him to let them in, their hands are full. He smiles and walks to the door. He pops it open and his sweaty abs glisten in the street lights. Discipline and Chaos are each holding a box with a pie in it. They both see him, their eyes hit his topless abs and they both stumble. Both boxes fly at DT and open. A pie slams into his face, the other a bit lower.*
"Well … we thought we’d show you we think you’re just peachy!"
*DT pulls the peach pie off his face and swallows the bit that went into his mouth. He looks down at the apples leaking from the crust stuck to his … crotch*
"I suppose that makes that one … American Pie."
"People are going to have so many questions …"
