ALIEN INVASION đź‘˝ (End TTA)
Oct 13, 2023 5:21:58 GMT -5
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Post by Jimbo on Oct 13, 2023 5:21:58 GMT -5
[In the immediate aftermath of their successful Hardkore World Tag Team Championship win, Mehrunes Smith and Scott Fargo sit in their locker room. Both men are slick with sweat and show the signs of a hard fought victory. Fargo drapes a towel around the back of his neck and sits on the bench, staring at the belt he has sat at his feet. Mehrunes uses a towel and dabs the non-existent sweat from the forehead of his mask.]
[Fargo, uncharacteristically, is the first to speak between long heavy breaths.]
[He grabs the black leather strap from the floor and holds up the belt, its faceplate reflects the fluorescent lighting in the room.]
[Fargo leans back and drapes his belt across his chest, while he wipes the sweat from his face with the towel from his neck.]
Tooth and Claw. How fitting. How very fitting indeed. You do not know it, but you have already fallen into a trap. The very same trap that everyone who has faced us has fallen into. The very same trap that The Anointed fell into. You dismiss what you see on the surface and refuse to look beneath the water. It is not the surface that is the threat, it is what lurks beneath. Only once you submerge yourself in the water, will you understand exactly where you are. And th-
Can bears swim?
[There is a long pause. Smith stares at his partner from behind the black sunken eyes of his mask. Fargo rolls his eyes in response.]
Don’t give me that look. Fine, I’ll google it.
[There is another long pause. The only noise to break the awkward silence is Fargo tapping on his phone as he types. Mehrunes turns away from his partner and begins to speak.]
Only once you submerge yourself in the wa-
“Despite their large hefty bodies and thick fur, brown bears are great swimmers”. So they *can* swim.
I nev- I didn- Wh- What does that have to do with anything?
We are wrestling a bear, you know that right? I’ve always wanted to do that.
What? Wrestle a bear?
Yeah. I’ve never wrestled a bear. Or an alien really. I’ve also not wrestled a robot. Or a robot beat. Or a vampire. I have wrestled a werewolf though. Well, technically it was just a guy who thought he had the powers of lycanthropy but it turns out he was really into hard drugs.
[There is once more another long awkward pause. Smith breaks the silence.]
I think you have a concussion.
[He gets no response from his partner.]
Despite that, my partner brings up a good point. How do you prepare yourself mentally to face that which you seemingly have zero chance against? We do what we always do. We lace up our boots and we wrestle. Strip away everything you think you know about us, take away the mask and my beliefs, take away my partners hopefully minor concussion, and you are left with two of the very best professional wrestlers today.
Because of their stockiness and insulated bodies, bears tend to overheat during chases and their size gives them poor turning ability. We could use that. You’re fast on your feet.
[Fargo looks at his partner expectedly.]
You a- Hmm… Okay. You might be onto something there. What does it say about aliens?
Give me a second.
[Fargo looks back at his phone whilst Smith shakes his head.]
I think we do whatever this says.
[Fargo holds up his phone to show a video.]
What you are seeing here is a rare moment.
[Fargo, uncharacteristically, is the first to speak between long heavy breaths.]
This is our first step. This is not surprising to us. The End was already written. The problem is that everyone we have ever faced on this Network seems to take us lightly. It works out great for us. As you can see.
[He grabs the black leather strap from the floor and holds up the belt, its faceplate reflects the fluorescent lighting in the room.]
I’d tell you to go and ask anyone from NLW who faced us how they felt after taking us too lightly. But it’s the same story over and over and over again. No matter what company we go to, no matter what banner we compete under. People see me and they see Mehrunes and they see the mask and they hear our words. They can’t comprehend it. It confuses them. It goes too far above their heads to compute. Then they stand across the ring and only after they are beat do they finally begin to understand that we are, above all else, the real fucking deal. Maybe, if we both reach the finals of this Tag Team Annihilator, we can ask The Anointed how they feel about taking us lightly now that we have taken their belts.
But before we can even think about the finals, we’ve got one last hurdle in the way of that.
[Fargo leans back and drapes his belt across his chest, while he wipes the sweat from his face with the towel from his neck.]
Tooth and Claw. How fitting. How very fitting indeed. You do not know it, but you have already fallen into a trap. The very same trap that everyone who has faced us has fallen into. The very same trap that The Anointed fell into. You dismiss what you see on the surface and refuse to look beneath the water. It is not the surface that is the threat, it is what lurks beneath. Only once you submerge yourself in the water, will you understand exactly where you are. And th-
Can bears swim?
[There is a long pause. Smith stares at his partner from behind the black sunken eyes of his mask. Fargo rolls his eyes in response.]
Don’t give me that look. Fine, I’ll google it.
[There is another long pause. The only noise to break the awkward silence is Fargo tapping on his phone as he types. Mehrunes turns away from his partner and begins to speak.]
Only once you submerge yourself in the wa-
“Despite their large hefty bodies and thick fur, brown bears are great swimmers”. So they *can* swim.
I nev- I didn- Wh- What does that have to do with anything?
We are wrestling a bear, you know that right? I’ve always wanted to do that.
What? Wrestle a bear?
Yeah. I’ve never wrestled a bear. Or an alien really. I’ve also not wrestled a robot. Or a robot beat. Or a vampire. I have wrestled a werewolf though. Well, technically it was just a guy who thought he had the powers of lycanthropy but it turns out he was really into hard drugs.
[There is once more another long awkward pause. Smith breaks the silence.]
I think you have a concussion.
[He gets no response from his partner.]
Despite that, my partner brings up a good point. How do you prepare yourself mentally to face that which you seemingly have zero chance against? We do what we always do. We lace up our boots and we wrestle. Strip away everything you think you know about us, take away the mask and my beliefs, take away my partners hopefully minor concussion, and you are left with two of the very best professional wrestlers today.
Because of their stockiness and insulated bodies, bears tend to overheat during chases and their size gives them poor turning ability. We could use that. You’re fast on your feet.
[Fargo looks at his partner expectedly.]
You a- Hmm… Okay. You might be onto something there. What does it say about aliens?
Give me a second.
[Fargo looks back at his phone whilst Smith shakes his head.]
I think we do whatever this says.
[Fargo holds up his phone to show a video.]