Post by The Dunne Deal on Oct 19, 2024 15:39:30 GMT -5
Wellington Dunne storms into Cheez’s gaming room, where his tag team partner is seated, intensely focused on a controller and the glow of the screen. The familiar sounds of “Resident Evil 3” fill the room as Cheez, engrossed in a boss fight, is interrupted.
Dunne (agitated): “Pause it. Save it. Do whatever you need to do, but you’re getting off that game right now."
Cheez, surprised but calm, sighs and reluctantly hits the pause button.
Cheez: “Dunne, it’s spooky month. I have to get at least one horror game in for my channel. It’s like a tradition at this point.”
Dunne (not in the mood for games): “You’ve got bigger things to worry about than your gaming channel right now.”
Cheez takes off his headset and swivels his chair around to face Dunne.
Cheez: “Alright, alright. What’s so urgent that it can’t wait until I’m done?”
Dunne: “We’re ending this.”
Cheez (genuinely puzzled): “Ending what? I thought me and you were doing great.”
Dunne (impatient): “Not the tag team, Cheez. This little back-and-forth we’ve been having with the Dark Stars. We’re putting an end to it.”
Cheez blinks, taken aback.
Cheez: “Oh, that. Honestly, I thought we were done with them after the last match. No matter what they throw at us, we’re always ahead—faster, smarter, stronger. They’re like a broken record at this point. What else can they do?”
Dunne (growing more intense): “Doesn’t matter. They’re still coming, and we’ve got to finish this.”
Cheez leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.
Cheez: “Alright, but think about it. The last match? It was a mess, sure, with Slam getting involved, but let’s be honest—the whole Slam family has issues. It’s like they’ve got some deep-rooted vendetta against the entire Wrestle: UK roster. I mean, is it just me, or is there something off about them?”
Dunne stops pacing for a moment, considering Cheez’s point.
Dunne: “You might be on to something there. But that’s not the point right now. You’re getting off track, and you’re way too good at doing that. What was the deal with bringing your brother into the last match? It threw everyone off.”
Cheez (grinning slightly): “It was simple. Every time we’ve faced the Dark Stars—whether it’s Kono, Niko, or you against Fury—there’s always one constant: that nosey little cunt who just can’t keep her face out of our business. So, I brought in a wildcard to deal with her.”
Dunne (surprised): “Did you just swear?”
Cheez (nodding): “Yeah, because this time, it’s personal. You saw the promo, right? They’re acting all high and mighty, talking like they’re invincible. But here’s the truth: they’re puppets. Psychotic Goth is pulling their strings, making them believe they’re on some grand mission. But they’re cannon fodder. The second they fail him again, he’ll toss them aside without a second thought. And you know what? I’m not waiting for that to happen. We’re going to make sure there’s nothing left for him to toss aside.”
Dunne crosses his arms, his expression hardening as Cheez continues.
Cheez: “Here’s the thing: everyone looks at me and sees the nerdy gamer guy, the guy who plays video games for a living. They think I’m an easy target, that I’m not cut out for this business. And you know what? I want them to think that. I love it when they underestimate me because proving people wrong? That’s what I do best.”
Cheez stands up now, the energy in the room shifting as his usual light-hearted demeanor turns serious.
Cheez: “This match we’ve got coming up? It’s not just any match. The winner gets a shot at the Tag Team titles. And for me and you, it’s all or nothing. The Dark Stars think they’re in this for the gold, but they’ve got no idea what they’re really up against. They’re fighting for survival, Dunne. They’re barely hanging on, and this is their last gasp.”
Dunne (listening intently): “So what’s the plan?”
Cheez (grinning): “The plan is simple: we end them. We cast the ultimate attack, no health packs, no second chances. It’s game over for the Dark Stars, and they know it. They’re grasping at straws. They think they’ve got one last shot at glory, but they’re wrong. This is our moment.”
Dunne nods, his intense gaze locking onto Cheez.
Cheez: “You see, everyone thinks they’ve got us figured out. They think because I play video games, I’m not serious, that I’m just a goofball who lucked his way into this. But this? This is where we prove them all wrong. The Dark Stars are broken. They’ve been manipulated by Psychotic Goth, used as pawns in some twisted game. And now, we’re going to sweep them off the board.”
Cheez takes a deep breath, his eyes narrowing with determination.
Cheez: “The winner of this match doesn’t just get a shot at the Tag Team titles. They get momentum. For me and you, it’s the beginning of something much bigger. We take out the Dark Stars, we take that momentum, and we ride it all the way to the top. The Dark Stars? They’re done. They’ve run out of lives. No extra continues, no save points. This is their final boss fight, and they’re not ready for what we’re bringing.”
Dunne cracks a smile, nodding as he steps forward, placing a hand on Cheez’s shoulder.
Dunne: “You’re right, mate. It’s time we showed them what we’re really made of.”
Cheez (grinning): “Exactly. The Final Flash. The Big Bang. A nat 20. All rolled into one. They can’t stop us.”
The tension in the room is thick as the two partners stand together, ready to face what’s coming. They know that their match against the Dark Stars isn’t just about winning—it’s about ending something once and for all.
Dunne: “Alright then, partner. Let’s make sure those stars never align again.”
The camera fades out on the two of them, standing tall, united, ready for battle.
