Post by andrew87 on Feb 14, 2021 22:56:18 GMT -5
Saturday afternoon: The New South have set up in a conference room. On the table there are empty paper coffee cups, Chinese food containers and the NLW tag titles. On the projection screen is a loop of highlights of the New Age Killers. The whiteboard has the word TACTICS in all caps and under it are such gems as: pocket sand, surgically implanted steel plate, target Long’s left knee.
Beau Traywick walks to the board and erases something.
Beau: The more I think about it, the less I think we can wear Mardi Gras masks and switch places.
Beau and Waylon look at each other then their own hands. They both shrug.
Waylon: Agreed. Look, it’s simple. We win this by doing what we do best. Quick, efficient, in sync. Hit hard, hit fast, tag in and out. We control the ring.
Jolene: And I run the outside.
Beau: Right. You have eyes on Long and Raymond at all times. Call them out to us.
There is a knock on the door and Jolene opens it, sighing loudly before allowing in NLW reporter Kelly Ross.
Kelly: New South. I heard you guys were in here doing some prep work for your PPV debut and was hoping to sit in, observe and get a few words prior to the match.
Jolene: And give some intel to our opponents? I’m sorry but hell no.
Waylon: No no, let her stay. Kelly Ross - you can map out our entire gameplan and it won’t change a damn thing. We’re still walking out of Masquerade victorious.
Kelly: I promise, I’m not here to…
Beau puts his hand up to stop her.
Beau: Not necessary.
Beau picks up a coffee cup and moves to the whiteboard to write out their plans.
Jolene: Don’t forget. There’s no way Long is healthy. The two of you really did a number on him at Ascendancy so isolate him early.
Jolene laughs as she thinks back on it.
Jolene: Honestly, if he’s not still concussed and coughing up blood, I’d be amazed.
Waylon gets a more serious look on his face when being reminded of Ascendancy.
Waylon: He stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and paid the price. But let’s not forget the biggest takeaway from Ascendancy.
Beau: No. We lost again. I lost. I got pinned after some biased officiating and a fast count.
Kelly: Well Beau, in all due respect, there’s no shame in being pinned by the NLW Heavyweight champion. Leon Chant is world renowned and incredibly talented.
The room gets tense. The New South look at Kelly - all silent. Suddenly Beau begins to chuckle. It starts slow and quiet then grows until he’s wiping a tear from his eye and putting an arm around Kelly’s shoulder. She’s clearly concerned but trying to force a smile to play along.
Beau: Kelly, I’m really sorry. Please forgive me.
Kelly: (still uneasy) Forgive you for what?
Beau: Well clearly, I misled you in to thinking I gave even half of a fuck what your opinion is about Leon Chant, the Academy or really anything. Don’t let my Instagram game confuse you - I like a laugh and a good time but this right here is my damn passion.
Kelly begins to back away, growing scared of the now very serious Beau Traywick.
Beau: You've got one question before Jolene breaks you in half and throws you out the god damn door. Now, what would you like to know?
Kelly stammers out the words.
Kelly: The New Age Killers recently broke their silence and I wanted to know if you had thoughts on…
Beau shakes his finger at Kelly.
Waylon: Ooh, bad question Kelly Ross.
Beau: Let me be clear to you, NAK and the entire roster. Speak until you’re red in the face. We’re here for action. I nor Waylon nor Jolene give a damn about what the NAK have to SAY. It’s what they’re going to DO when we get across from the ring from them. And you want to know what they’ll do?
Kelly shakes her head.
Beau: Not a damn thing but lose. Now Kelly, I’ll give you one chance to scurry out of this room.
Kelly quickly turns and leaves to prevent and advancing Jolene from getting to her. The New South turn back to their board to plan.
Scene ends.
Beau Traywick walks to the board and erases something.
Beau: The more I think about it, the less I think we can wear Mardi Gras masks and switch places.
Beau and Waylon look at each other then their own hands. They both shrug.
Waylon: Agreed. Look, it’s simple. We win this by doing what we do best. Quick, efficient, in sync. Hit hard, hit fast, tag in and out. We control the ring.
Jolene: And I run the outside.
Beau: Right. You have eyes on Long and Raymond at all times. Call them out to us.
There is a knock on the door and Jolene opens it, sighing loudly before allowing in NLW reporter Kelly Ross.
Kelly: New South. I heard you guys were in here doing some prep work for your PPV debut and was hoping to sit in, observe and get a few words prior to the match.
Jolene: And give some intel to our opponents? I’m sorry but hell no.
Waylon: No no, let her stay. Kelly Ross - you can map out our entire gameplan and it won’t change a damn thing. We’re still walking out of Masquerade victorious.
Kelly: I promise, I’m not here to…
Beau puts his hand up to stop her.
Beau: Not necessary.
Beau picks up a coffee cup and moves to the whiteboard to write out their plans.
Jolene: Don’t forget. There’s no way Long is healthy. The two of you really did a number on him at Ascendancy so isolate him early.
Jolene laughs as she thinks back on it.
Jolene: Honestly, if he’s not still concussed and coughing up blood, I’d be amazed.
Waylon gets a more serious look on his face when being reminded of Ascendancy.
Waylon: He stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and paid the price. But let’s not forget the biggest takeaway from Ascendancy.
Beau: No. We lost again. I lost. I got pinned after some biased officiating and a fast count.
Kelly: Well Beau, in all due respect, there’s no shame in being pinned by the NLW Heavyweight champion. Leon Chant is world renowned and incredibly talented.
The room gets tense. The New South look at Kelly - all silent. Suddenly Beau begins to chuckle. It starts slow and quiet then grows until he’s wiping a tear from his eye and putting an arm around Kelly’s shoulder. She’s clearly concerned but trying to force a smile to play along.
Beau: Kelly, I’m really sorry. Please forgive me.
Kelly: (still uneasy) Forgive you for what?
Beau: Well clearly, I misled you in to thinking I gave even half of a fuck what your opinion is about Leon Chant, the Academy or really anything. Don’t let my Instagram game confuse you - I like a laugh and a good time but this right here is my damn passion.
Kelly begins to back away, growing scared of the now very serious Beau Traywick.
Beau: You've got one question before Jolene breaks you in half and throws you out the god damn door. Now, what would you like to know?
Kelly stammers out the words.
Kelly: The New Age Killers recently broke their silence and I wanted to know if you had thoughts on…
Beau shakes his finger at Kelly.
Waylon: Ooh, bad question Kelly Ross.
Beau: Let me be clear to you, NAK and the entire roster. Speak until you’re red in the face. We’re here for action. I nor Waylon nor Jolene give a damn about what the NAK have to SAY. It’s what they’re going to DO when we get across from the ring from them. And you want to know what they’ll do?
Kelly shakes her head.
Beau: Not a damn thing but lose. Now Kelly, I’ll give you one chance to scurry out of this room.
Kelly quickly turns and leaves to prevent and advancing Jolene from getting to her. The New South turn back to their board to plan.
Scene ends.