Post by Venom 🕷 on Sept 23, 2023 17:26:12 GMT -5
California.
It's a bright and shiny day out on the golden coast.
We open on a beautiful beach house right on the beach. Everything about it screams upper class, after all, who but the upper class could afford a place like this.
Everything is quiet and calm except for the sounds of the rolling waves, until, a scream breaks through the air and the door of the beautiful beach house swings open and a couple runs out carrying their suitcases and loads up their Tesla and speeds away.
Tag team wrestling is in my blood.
My dad is the most accomplished tag team wrestler this business has ever seen.
He won tag team championships in the old XHF, New Championship Wrestling, and GUNS.
He won those titles with more partners than most people have friends.
His father's only real claim to fame in this business was being tag champion before his partner turned on him and went on to greater glory.
It's a wonder how it's taken this long before I took a dip in the Tag Team pool.
I've had my opportunities.
Evan and I thought about it before we went our seperate ways and had individual success winning the X*Crown each.
I even almost had BEEF talked into teaming with me, but I didn't want to move to Vegas and he wasn't willing to come back home yet.
So when Zoran approached me with this offer of Sainovic and Sons, I was intrigued.
Well, honestly, at first I was terrified. I'm about to face the bastard one-on-one for the title he took from me. Who would want to team up with a guy who is likely to try and maim you forever just a few days before you have to team up?
After that all went though my head, well, I had no choice because Zoran had already signed us up and I was in if I wanted to be or not, but after that? I was excited.
I finally had my team.
I finally was on the way to fully living my legacy.
Hard open on El Rey sitting behind the wheel of a vehicle. His head is bobbing and and music is playing. The song changes to a classic hip hop song. DMX's "Ruff Riders Anthem." The young El Rey begins to sing along.
El Rey: Uh, something new! Stop drop, shut 'em down open up shop. Oh, no, that's how ruff riders roll. Stop drop, shut 'em down open up shop. Oh, no, that's how ruff riders roll.
The music continues to play, but when the first verse hits El Rey goes silent and looks to his right. The camera pans out to see BEEF riding shotgun in what appears to be a box truck.
BEEF: Don't stop singing on my behalf.
El Rey reaches and turns down the music.
El Rey: I don't even like that song.
BEEF: Sure. And I bet you don't sing all the words when no one is around.
El Rey stays silent for a moment, before changing the subject.
El Rey: You know, I can't help thank you enough for helping me move across the country on a whim like this.
BEEF: BEEF didn't agree to that.
El Rey: I had been keeping an eye on the housing market on the West Coast since I decided to join HardKore World.
BEEF: BEEF told you his flight got cancelled and you said you were driving back west.
El Rey: The other day this house right on the beach came up and the owners are asking way lower than what it's worth so I jumped on it. All cash offer and I'm moving in already.
BEEF: When you showed up in a moving truck BEEF had questions, but you had no answers.
El Rey: Dad had all kinds of questions and wanted me to research before I dopped the money, but he just doesn't want his little bird to fly the nest. But I'm moving no matter what he thinks.
BEEF: This is, in fact, the first time you mentioned anything about BEEF helping you move was right now.
El Rey: This place is amazing. Right on the beach. Not big enough to get overwhelmed, but not to small that I feel confined, and a straight shot to the airport so I can get to my shows easily. This place is going to be amazing.
BEEF: Amazing would be dropped BEEF off in Vegas on the way.
El Rey: You're going to love it, and I already have a flight booked back to Vegas for you once we finish unpacking.
BEEF rolls his eyes as El Rey keeps rambling on, but we fade.
My first thought when I saw the line up for End of Days week one?
Ugh! Do I really need to wrestle in TapOut again?
After that, though, I thought, who the fuck are these guys?
Every tournament on the Network some new guys sign up hoping to make a splash. Earn themselves a look and maybe a shot on one of the Network feds. At worst they earn themselves more bookings on the Indies because of their brief time on the Network.
Unfortunately, for these swamp dwellers they pulled the short straw and have to face a bonafide wrestling prodigy and the most dangerous man in wrestling.
As a wise man once said, “I’m sorry about your damn luck.”
Don’t get me wrong. Zoran and I aren’t looking passed the swamp dwellers even a little bit. Right now we’ve got someone digging up every bit of Indy footage we can find on them.
It doesn’t end there.
We’re digging up all the dirt on your family as well. We’re going to know everything there is about Drexel and Imogen, or as you call them, dear old mom and dad. We’ll use everything we learn against you mentally and physically.
So, again, I’m sorry for your shit draw.
You two brothers are just trying to make a name for yourself and land the big payday, but it’s not going to happen at our expense. You may be the best family wrestlers in the swamp, but come End of Days one, you won’t even be the best family in the ring.
That’ll be us, Sainovic and Son.
California.
Inside the home we saw earlier is just as nice as it looks from the outside.
Boxes are everywhere. Stacked up all over the house. BEEF walks into view lugging multiple boxes and drops them on the floor next to the rest. He looks left. He looks right. He mutters.
BEEF: Where is that damn kid?
BEEF walks into the next room, the kitchen where he finds El Rey staring at a locked safe.
BEEF: BEEF’s done movin’ your shit. Take BEEF to the airport so he can go home.
El Rey: Huh? Oh. This? I found this safe under the sink. There were bricks stacked on top of it. It’s the only thing that was left here. I wonder why.
BEEF: BEEF doesn’t care. BEEF just wants to go home.
El Rey: Yeah, you’re right. If I could just get it open.
BEEF sighs and walks over next to El Rey. He looks his “friend” in the eyes and slams his fist on the top of the safe right above the lock and the lock breaks and the safe creaks open. El Rey’s eyes get all big and he opens the safe. He pulls out an old chunk of wood, an ouija board.
El Rey: A charcuterie board? That’s a weird thing to lock up.
BEEF: That’s not a…ah forget it. Take BEEF to the airport now.
El Rey: Ah, alright. Let’s go.
El Rey and BEEF turn and leave the old ouija board laying on the kitchen counter. It begins to glow neon green as we fade to black.
It's a bright and shiny day out on the golden coast.
We open on a beautiful beach house right on the beach. Everything about it screams upper class, after all, who but the upper class could afford a place like this.
Everything is quiet and calm except for the sounds of the rolling waves, until, a scream breaks through the air and the door of the beautiful beach house swings open and a couple runs out carrying their suitcases and loads up their Tesla and speeds away.
Tag team wrestling is in my blood.
My dad is the most accomplished tag team wrestler this business has ever seen.
He won tag team championships in the old XHF, New Championship Wrestling, and GUNS.
He won those titles with more partners than most people have friends.
His father's only real claim to fame in this business was being tag champion before his partner turned on him and went on to greater glory.
It's a wonder how it's taken this long before I took a dip in the Tag Team pool.
I've had my opportunities.
Evan and I thought about it before we went our seperate ways and had individual success winning the X*Crown each.
I even almost had BEEF talked into teaming with me, but I didn't want to move to Vegas and he wasn't willing to come back home yet.
So when Zoran approached me with this offer of Sainovic and Sons, I was intrigued.
Well, honestly, at first I was terrified. I'm about to face the bastard one-on-one for the title he took from me. Who would want to team up with a guy who is likely to try and maim you forever just a few days before you have to team up?
After that all went though my head, well, I had no choice because Zoran had already signed us up and I was in if I wanted to be or not, but after that? I was excited.
I finally had my team.
I finally was on the way to fully living my legacy.
Hard open on El Rey sitting behind the wheel of a vehicle. His head is bobbing and and music is playing. The song changes to a classic hip hop song. DMX's "Ruff Riders Anthem." The young El Rey begins to sing along.
El Rey: Uh, something new! Stop drop, shut 'em down open up shop. Oh, no, that's how ruff riders roll. Stop drop, shut 'em down open up shop. Oh, no, that's how ruff riders roll.
The music continues to play, but when the first verse hits El Rey goes silent and looks to his right. The camera pans out to see BEEF riding shotgun in what appears to be a box truck.
BEEF: Don't stop singing on my behalf.
El Rey reaches and turns down the music.
El Rey: I don't even like that song.
BEEF: Sure. And I bet you don't sing all the words when no one is around.
El Rey stays silent for a moment, before changing the subject.
El Rey: You know, I can't help thank you enough for helping me move across the country on a whim like this.
BEEF: BEEF didn't agree to that.
El Rey: I had been keeping an eye on the housing market on the West Coast since I decided to join HardKore World.
BEEF: BEEF told you his flight got cancelled and you said you were driving back west.
El Rey: The other day this house right on the beach came up and the owners are asking way lower than what it's worth so I jumped on it. All cash offer and I'm moving in already.
BEEF: When you showed up in a moving truck BEEF had questions, but you had no answers.
El Rey: Dad had all kinds of questions and wanted me to research before I dopped the money, but he just doesn't want his little bird to fly the nest. But I'm moving no matter what he thinks.
BEEF: This is, in fact, the first time you mentioned anything about BEEF helping you move was right now.
El Rey: This place is amazing. Right on the beach. Not big enough to get overwhelmed, but not to small that I feel confined, and a straight shot to the airport so I can get to my shows easily. This place is going to be amazing.
BEEF: Amazing would be dropped BEEF off in Vegas on the way.
El Rey: You're going to love it, and I already have a flight booked back to Vegas for you once we finish unpacking.
BEEF rolls his eyes as El Rey keeps rambling on, but we fade.
My first thought when I saw the line up for End of Days week one?
Ugh! Do I really need to wrestle in TapOut again?
After that, though, I thought, who the fuck are these guys?
Every tournament on the Network some new guys sign up hoping to make a splash. Earn themselves a look and maybe a shot on one of the Network feds. At worst they earn themselves more bookings on the Indies because of their brief time on the Network.
Unfortunately, for these swamp dwellers they pulled the short straw and have to face a bonafide wrestling prodigy and the most dangerous man in wrestling.
As a wise man once said, “I’m sorry about your damn luck.”
Don’t get me wrong. Zoran and I aren’t looking passed the swamp dwellers even a little bit. Right now we’ve got someone digging up every bit of Indy footage we can find on them.
It doesn’t end there.
We’re digging up all the dirt on your family as well. We’re going to know everything there is about Drexel and Imogen, or as you call them, dear old mom and dad. We’ll use everything we learn against you mentally and physically.
So, again, I’m sorry for your shit draw.
You two brothers are just trying to make a name for yourself and land the big payday, but it’s not going to happen at our expense. You may be the best family wrestlers in the swamp, but come End of Days one, you won’t even be the best family in the ring.
That’ll be us, Sainovic and Son.
California.
Inside the home we saw earlier is just as nice as it looks from the outside.
Boxes are everywhere. Stacked up all over the house. BEEF walks into view lugging multiple boxes and drops them on the floor next to the rest. He looks left. He looks right. He mutters.
BEEF: Where is that damn kid?
BEEF walks into the next room, the kitchen where he finds El Rey staring at a locked safe.
BEEF: BEEF’s done movin’ your shit. Take BEEF to the airport so he can go home.
El Rey: Huh? Oh. This? I found this safe under the sink. There were bricks stacked on top of it. It’s the only thing that was left here. I wonder why.
BEEF: BEEF doesn’t care. BEEF just wants to go home.
El Rey: Yeah, you’re right. If I could just get it open.
BEEF sighs and walks over next to El Rey. He looks his “friend” in the eyes and slams his fist on the top of the safe right above the lock and the lock breaks and the safe creaks open. El Rey’s eyes get all big and he opens the safe. He pulls out an old chunk of wood, an ouija board.
El Rey: A charcuterie board? That’s a weird thing to lock up.
BEEF: That’s not a…ah forget it. Take BEEF to the airport now.
El Rey: Ah, alright. Let’s go.
El Rey and BEEF turn and leave the old ouija board laying on the kitchen counter. It begins to glow neon green as we fade to black.
