The German Genome Project
Mar 7, 2024 22:48:10 GMT -5
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Post by Dreienhalb on Mar 7, 2024 22:48:10 GMT -5
Sitting in a pampered studio somewhere backstage, Archie Rude sits to the left of the newly debuted brothers, Jakob and Jaïme Seiben. This is a sit down interview.
Archie Rude: “Well, gentlemen, you made your presence known to the XWF universe at our last show. You decided to make an example out of two formidable fearsome men, namely Mordo and Moloch, the Oblivion Death Squad. Neither man are well loved here, but you decided to decimate them. Jakob, Jaïme, can you give me any insight into this seemingly random attack?”
Both brothers sit there with smug looks on their face. Jakob, the older of the two, speaks first
Jakob: “This is, how do you say, “make impact”. “
Archie Rude: “Speaking of how to say things, I understand you both grew up in Germany, but your father was a well known American wrestler. In fact, your family as a whole has ties to the wrestling industry, your uncle is Baron Von Rammstein…”
Jaïme: “We grow up away from our father. Our onkel the enlightened Rammenstein taught us many thing. Unfortunately for many, or fortunately for some, he is not .. allowed.. here. We are here to bring order and perfection to this company in his name. The name Dreinhalb speaks from our German heritage and family because of him!”
Pure passion emanates from the sound of Jaïme’s voice.
Archie Rude: “Now then, Jaïme, you seem to have a better comprehension of English. Will you be doing more of the talking for you and your brother?”
Jaïme: “I train in United States slightly longer than Jakob. Jakob stay in Germany to work on making himself the very best physical athlete he can be. We went to the very best private schools in Germany, we are smarter, faster, stronger, and individually and collectively better.. in every way.. than any one, or any team here.”
Archie Rude: “You mention your training. I just so happen to know that you both trained under one of the greatest German wrestlers ever, Daswonderkid Alex Wright…”
Both Jakob and Jaime: “Das!”
Both brothers light up and smile and nod.
Archie Rude: “Right, well, according to what I’ve been able to read about, you’re both considered the best students he’s ever trained. What is the most valuable lesson you learned under his tutelage?”
Serious looks return to their faces….
Jaïme: “… heh. Well. You see ..”
Jakob sternly glares at his brother before he says another word. He shakes his head.
Jaïme: “I almost say too much. We will let the next unfortunate souls to see us in the ring find out the most valuable thing we learned.”
Archie Rude: “Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t think there’s anything more that needs to be said. Dreienhalb. German “perfection” in the form of the Seiben Brothers!” Stay tuned to see more from this exciting new team!”
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The feed cuts to a match between Dreienhalb and local competition from another company. The brothers are dressed in matching singlets, much like an amateur-wrestling style attire. Jakob is slightly bigger than his younger brother, amassing almost 10kg more in upper body density. The added muscle mass goes a long in being the destruction aspect, the force, whereas Jaïme is more agile and crisp. Most of the teams power and impact is struck by Jakob throughout the match, with Jaïme acting as a conductor, setting up the moves, executing, and allowing Jakob to deliver the blows.
With each devestating blow, the result of this match is not in question. Jakob comes off the ropes with a devastating clothesline, snapping back the unfortunate victim of his brutality. The boys do little talking, instead focusing on quick tags and precise selection of moves. They are apparently playing with their opponents at this point. A sickening chop sends one of the unknown men hard to the mat. Jakob yells in German, he backs up, leaning against the ropes. He starts running towards his opponent, hits the other side of the ring, again moves past building up steam, and hits a massive Spear! He tags in his brother who lifts up the broken conquest like a rag doll into position as Jakob climbs to the top rope. Both men yell “AUSENSTRICH! CONSCHLIVEN!” as Jaïme falls from the top rope through the bag of flesh and bone in front of him with a diving forearm, as Jakob drops the man into a sitout pinning position for an easy count.
Both men stand up and get their hands raised as the match fades away.
Archie Rude: “Well, gentlemen, you made your presence known to the XWF universe at our last show. You decided to make an example out of two formidable fearsome men, namely Mordo and Moloch, the Oblivion Death Squad. Neither man are well loved here, but you decided to decimate them. Jakob, Jaïme, can you give me any insight into this seemingly random attack?”
Both brothers sit there with smug looks on their face. Jakob, the older of the two, speaks first
Jakob: “This is, how do you say, “make impact”. “
Archie Rude: “Speaking of how to say things, I understand you both grew up in Germany, but your father was a well known American wrestler. In fact, your family as a whole has ties to the wrestling industry, your uncle is Baron Von Rammstein…”
Jaïme: “We grow up away from our father. Our onkel the enlightened Rammenstein taught us many thing. Unfortunately for many, or fortunately for some, he is not .. allowed.. here. We are here to bring order and perfection to this company in his name. The name Dreinhalb speaks from our German heritage and family because of him!”
Pure passion emanates from the sound of Jaïme’s voice.
Archie Rude: “Now then, Jaïme, you seem to have a better comprehension of English. Will you be doing more of the talking for you and your brother?”
Jaïme: “I train in United States slightly longer than Jakob. Jakob stay in Germany to work on making himself the very best physical athlete he can be. We went to the very best private schools in Germany, we are smarter, faster, stronger, and individually and collectively better.. in every way.. than any one, or any team here.”
Archie Rude: “You mention your training. I just so happen to know that you both trained under one of the greatest German wrestlers ever, Daswonderkid Alex Wright…”
Both Jakob and Jaime: “Das!”
Both brothers light up and smile and nod.
Archie Rude: “Right, well, according to what I’ve been able to read about, you’re both considered the best students he’s ever trained. What is the most valuable lesson you learned under his tutelage?”
Serious looks return to their faces….
Jaïme: “… heh. Well. You see ..”
Jakob sternly glares at his brother before he says another word. He shakes his head.
Jaïme: “I almost say too much. We will let the next unfortunate souls to see us in the ring find out the most valuable thing we learned.”
Archie Rude: “Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t think there’s anything more that needs to be said. Dreienhalb. German “perfection” in the form of the Seiben Brothers!” Stay tuned to see more from this exciting new team!”
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The feed cuts to a match between Dreienhalb and local competition from another company. The brothers are dressed in matching singlets, much like an amateur-wrestling style attire. Jakob is slightly bigger than his younger brother, amassing almost 10kg more in upper body density. The added muscle mass goes a long in being the destruction aspect, the force, whereas Jaïme is more agile and crisp. Most of the teams power and impact is struck by Jakob throughout the match, with Jaïme acting as a conductor, setting up the moves, executing, and allowing Jakob to deliver the blows.
With each devestating blow, the result of this match is not in question. Jakob comes off the ropes with a devastating clothesline, snapping back the unfortunate victim of his brutality. The boys do little talking, instead focusing on quick tags and precise selection of moves. They are apparently playing with their opponents at this point. A sickening chop sends one of the unknown men hard to the mat. Jakob yells in German, he backs up, leaning against the ropes. He starts running towards his opponent, hits the other side of the ring, again moves past building up steam, and hits a massive Spear! He tags in his brother who lifts up the broken conquest like a rag doll into position as Jakob climbs to the top rope. Both men yell “AUSENSTRICH! CONSCHLIVEN!” as Jaïme falls from the top rope through the bag of flesh and bone in front of him with a diving forearm, as Jakob drops the man into a sitout pinning position for an easy count.
Both men stand up and get their hands raised as the match fades away.