Post by The Dunne Deal on Nov 9, 2024 6:09:41 GMT -5
The scene opens with Dunne striding down the corridor, pumping his fists and radiating excitement. The energy is practically vibrating off him, an infectious confidence surging through him as he approaches Cheez’s locker room. The upcoming tag team title match is almost here, and Dunne feels it deeply—the long grind, the sweat, the sacrifice he and Cheez have put in has all led to this moment. In his head, he knows they’ve earned it, and in his heart, he feels that victory is within reach. Even though the hard-fought war with the Dark Stars is behind them, and he hopes he never has to cross paths with those ruthless adversaries again, he knows the wrestling business all too well—nothing’s ever really over. Either way, tonight is about moving forward.
Dunne stops outside Cheez’s door, intending to check on his partner before the big match. He expects the usual—maybe Cheez in his typical jokey mood, maybe hunched over his monitor, screaming at a game that “just screwed him over,” as he often puts it. But instead, Dunne is greeted with a surprising sight. Inside the locker room, Cheez is pacing back and forth, brows furrowed in deep thought, almost like he’s trying to work out a problem he just can’t seem to solve.
Dunne: “Hey, you okay there, bud?”
Cheez stops mid-step, looking up at Dunne with an expression that’s not his usual laid-back grin. Instead, he’s thoughtful, almost serious—a side of Cheez that Dunne doesn’t often see.
Cheez: “You ever feel like you’re going backward in life?”
Dunne raises an eyebrow, giving him a curious look.
Dunne: “Not really. I’ve always kind of figured life was about moving forward. You’re gonna have to explain this one if you want me to get it.”
Cheez nods, his expression not quite as light as usual.
Cheez: “There’s this song by an Australian punk rock band I used to listen to. It’s also the title of their album, ‘The Ending Is Just the Beginning Repeating.’ It’s all about how, no matter what happens, some things just don’t change. They sing about wounded soldiers, people who never show up when you need them—it’s all the same struggles, day in and day out. And here we are, right? We worked our way up to this shot. We finally got past the Dark Stars, who were basically a nightmare for us for so long. We exercised those demons and proved we belong here. But now that we’re here…I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m right back where I started.”
Dunne crosses his arms, watching his friend carefully, giving him the space to get it all out.
Cheez: “You remember when I first signed with WUK? NLW had just closed down, and I thought I’d try my hand at a solo career, maybe break away a bit and see where I fit. But the thing is, even then, I was facing down a crew just like these guys. They were a lot like the High Rollers Club—full of themselves, thinking they’re better than everyone else. They had this attitude that they were kings, that everyone else was beneath them. They called themselves the High Roller Club—or Society, or something. They had these fancy suits, fancy watches, and acted like they were better than everyone else. And there I was, looking like…well, looking like I work for Geek Squad, basically. And they hated it. They tried to shove me out, make me feel like I didn’t belong. It was nothing but bullying, and they wanted me gone.”
Cheez glances down at his clothes, a small smile forming despite his pensive mood.
Cheez: “I mean, look at me. I don’t exactly blend in with their ‘fancy club’ image. But back then, no matter what they threw at me, I didn’t back down. And I’m still here. And that’s why it bugs me so much, man. Here I am, almost a year later—or maybe longer, who knows? And I’m once again standing across the ring from two guys who have spent their careers putting people like me down. They tried to tell me I didn’t belong then, and they’ll probably try it again. But the thing is…now I’ve got you by my side. Now I’m not just out there alone.”
Dunne watches him, nodding as he listens. The weight of Cheez’s words seems to settle over him too, and a slow, confident grin begins to spread across his face.
Dunne: “So you’re thinking that this is our moment to shut them up for good, right?”
Cheez: “Exactly. This isn’t just about winning the titles, Dunne—this is about showing those guys that I’m here to stay. We’ve worked too damn hard to let a couple of self-important jerks like Reese and Crane try to take that away from us. This is poetic justice, man. It’s finally happening, and there’s no way I’m letting this slip through our fingers. This is my chance to get revenge, to prove that their bullying and all their elitist garbage mean nothing. Reese and Crane have made it their mission to mess with everyone, not just me. And this is our chance to stop them. I’m not backing down, and I’m not letting them walk out with those belts.”
Dunne claps Cheez on the shoulder, the shared understanding passing between them solidifying their resolve.
Dunne: “Then let’s go show them exactly who Tilted Cartridges are. We’re not just some ‘lucky team’ that happened to get a shot—we’re the ones they’re going to remember.”
Cheez grins, some of the intensity easing off as he looks at his friend.
Cheez: “You know, for all my worrying, I have to admit—it feels damn good to be heading into that ring with someone who gets it. We’re going to show them exactly why we belong here.”
Dunne nods, his confidence as strong as ever.
Dunne: “This is it, Cheez. We’re not just fighting for the titles; we’re fighting to prove that underdogs like us can—and will—rise to the top.”
Cheez: “Right. And I don’t care what kind of mind games or tricks they try. We’re going in there, and we’re not walking out empty-handed. They may see us as nothing, but after tonight, they’ll know exactly who we are. Let’s go make history.”
The two look at each other with a mix of determination and camaraderie, fists clenched, and heads held high. As they turn and walk toward the ring, it’s clear they’re not just fighting for a championship. They’re fighting for respect, for validation, and for the journey they’ve been on together. With every step, they’re shedding the doubts, leaving behind any fear or hesitation.
The scene fades as Dunne and Cheez move down the corridor, knowing that no matter the outcome, tonight will be a turning point.
Dunne stops outside Cheez’s door, intending to check on his partner before the big match. He expects the usual—maybe Cheez in his typical jokey mood, maybe hunched over his monitor, screaming at a game that “just screwed him over,” as he often puts it. But instead, Dunne is greeted with a surprising sight. Inside the locker room, Cheez is pacing back and forth, brows furrowed in deep thought, almost like he’s trying to work out a problem he just can’t seem to solve.
Dunne: “Hey, you okay there, bud?”
Cheez stops mid-step, looking up at Dunne with an expression that’s not his usual laid-back grin. Instead, he’s thoughtful, almost serious—a side of Cheez that Dunne doesn’t often see.
Cheez: “You ever feel like you’re going backward in life?”
Dunne raises an eyebrow, giving him a curious look.
Dunne: “Not really. I’ve always kind of figured life was about moving forward. You’re gonna have to explain this one if you want me to get it.”
Cheez nods, his expression not quite as light as usual.
Cheez: “There’s this song by an Australian punk rock band I used to listen to. It’s also the title of their album, ‘The Ending Is Just the Beginning Repeating.’ It’s all about how, no matter what happens, some things just don’t change. They sing about wounded soldiers, people who never show up when you need them—it’s all the same struggles, day in and day out. And here we are, right? We worked our way up to this shot. We finally got past the Dark Stars, who were basically a nightmare for us for so long. We exercised those demons and proved we belong here. But now that we’re here…I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m right back where I started.”
Dunne crosses his arms, watching his friend carefully, giving him the space to get it all out.
Cheez: “You remember when I first signed with WUK? NLW had just closed down, and I thought I’d try my hand at a solo career, maybe break away a bit and see where I fit. But the thing is, even then, I was facing down a crew just like these guys. They were a lot like the High Rollers Club—full of themselves, thinking they’re better than everyone else. They had this attitude that they were kings, that everyone else was beneath them. They called themselves the High Roller Club—or Society, or something. They had these fancy suits, fancy watches, and acted like they were better than everyone else. And there I was, looking like…well, looking like I work for Geek Squad, basically. And they hated it. They tried to shove me out, make me feel like I didn’t belong. It was nothing but bullying, and they wanted me gone.”
Cheez glances down at his clothes, a small smile forming despite his pensive mood.
Cheez: “I mean, look at me. I don’t exactly blend in with their ‘fancy club’ image. But back then, no matter what they threw at me, I didn’t back down. And I’m still here. And that’s why it bugs me so much, man. Here I am, almost a year later—or maybe longer, who knows? And I’m once again standing across the ring from two guys who have spent their careers putting people like me down. They tried to tell me I didn’t belong then, and they’ll probably try it again. But the thing is…now I’ve got you by my side. Now I’m not just out there alone.”
Dunne watches him, nodding as he listens. The weight of Cheez’s words seems to settle over him too, and a slow, confident grin begins to spread across his face.
Dunne: “So you’re thinking that this is our moment to shut them up for good, right?”
Cheez: “Exactly. This isn’t just about winning the titles, Dunne—this is about showing those guys that I’m here to stay. We’ve worked too damn hard to let a couple of self-important jerks like Reese and Crane try to take that away from us. This is poetic justice, man. It’s finally happening, and there’s no way I’m letting this slip through our fingers. This is my chance to get revenge, to prove that their bullying and all their elitist garbage mean nothing. Reese and Crane have made it their mission to mess with everyone, not just me. And this is our chance to stop them. I’m not backing down, and I’m not letting them walk out with those belts.”
Dunne claps Cheez on the shoulder, the shared understanding passing between them solidifying their resolve.
Dunne: “Then let’s go show them exactly who Tilted Cartridges are. We’re not just some ‘lucky team’ that happened to get a shot—we’re the ones they’re going to remember.”
Cheez grins, some of the intensity easing off as he looks at his friend.
Cheez: “You know, for all my worrying, I have to admit—it feels damn good to be heading into that ring with someone who gets it. We’re going to show them exactly why we belong here.”
Dunne nods, his confidence as strong as ever.
Dunne: “This is it, Cheez. We’re not just fighting for the titles; we’re fighting to prove that underdogs like us can—and will—rise to the top.”
Cheez: “Right. And I don’t care what kind of mind games or tricks they try. We’re going in there, and we’re not walking out empty-handed. They may see us as nothing, but after tonight, they’ll know exactly who we are. Let’s go make history.”
The two look at each other with a mix of determination and camaraderie, fists clenched, and heads held high. As they turn and walk toward the ring, it’s clear they’re not just fighting for a championship. They’re fighting for respect, for validation, and for the journey they’ve been on together. With every step, they’re shedding the doubts, leaving behind any fear or hesitation.
The scene fades as Dunne and Cheez move down the corridor, knowing that no matter the outcome, tonight will be a turning point.
