Dissension among Team FWA?

[Dylan]

This scene begins in a locker room. Present are FWA ColdWars Champion Jackson Grace, “The Oppressor” Ozymandias, “AK47” AK Andrews, and one half of the FWA Fire and Ice Tag Team Champions, “Scorpion” Steven Dackle. The three heels are sitting or leaning against lockers, with Grace, the team leader, standing in the center of the bunch. However, one person seems to be missing. 

Grace: Where the hell is Black? He’s always late for these types of things. I call us together for a simple damn team meeting so we can be on the same page, yet he can't even be bothered to show up?



Ozy: You're lucky you even got AK or Dackle or even I to show up. We don't need a plan anyways, I'll just crush them all. They're not worthy anyways. They're like you, Grace. Little ants compared to me.



Grace: Ozy, you're just mad I beat you in the tournament to win this title here. You're mad I proved you, a hardened murderer, is NOT as tough as he claims to be. I beat you once, I could damn sure beat you again.



Ozy: That “victory,” as you call it, was a giveaway. FWA needed a nice shiny face to show off amidst the sea of blood and gore that this place shows off. Besides, if we were in somewhere like AWF, I would annihilate your carcass, REPEATEDLY.

Grace and Ozy get up in each other's faces, sizing each other up, but before anything can happen, the door to the room flies open and Black stands in the doorway, Crimson in one hand and the Fire and Ice Tag Team title around his waist. His hair and clothes are matted with dirt, and a bit of blood oozing from a wound over his already scarred left eye. The four men stare in shock and awe at him. Grace bites his lip and forces a grin. 

Grace: So…um… how you doin?

Black cocks his head sideways and walks up to Grace with a slight limp. He speaks in a raspy tone. 

Black: How am I doing? That's, uh, that's a good question Grace. Judging by my current condition, I'd say I'm doing pretty damn good. I got a new hairstyle, trying out some hollywood FX makeup, I feel all light and bubbly insi-HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M DOING GRACEY?!

Black is in Grace’s face now, practically screaming at his team captain. Grace takes a step back from Black, right into Ozy. Grace, usually not one to back down from any challenge, senses this could be bad and steps away from the four men who are his team mates. 

Grace: Alright, let's ease up guys. We got a big match tomorrow and we all, regardless if we like it or not, have to be on the same page.



AK: You said that already Jack. Now, how do YOU plan on having us beat these pricks? Give them a decidedly unhappy slapping?



Black: You said you’d do that to me. Now how’d THAT work out for you. You’re lucky Ozy there didn’t cripple ya last week. But eh, we need to start working AS A TEAM. This’ll be the one time I agree with you, ya lousy scumbag Grace... Turns to Grace ...Ya know, I bet you’re the kind of guy who’d want to pretend he’s an actual vigilante, like Batman or some shit.



Grace: And what if I am that kind of person?



Black: Well then you got your very own rogues gallery started right here. I’m the Joker, Dackle here is Two Face.. no offence bud..

Dackle shrugs and stares into nothingness. 

Black: ..You got Bane in Ozymandias; I mean, big mean fucker even looks like him. The decent, Tom Hardy version, not the roided up version we see elsewhere.

Ozy glances menacingly at Back, who stares back at him, not backing down from each other. 

AK: And what am I?



Black: I dunno, Riddler, Catwoman, someone the bat would give very few shits about. But that’s not-



AK: HEY! I AM VERY MUCH SO A MOTHERFUCKER WHO SHOULD BE WATCHED OUT FOR! I NEARLY BIT OFF A GUYS FINGER FOR FUCKS SAKE! BLACK, WHEN THIS SHIT’S OVER WITH, I’M COMING FOR YOU AND I’M GONNA BEAT YOU AND WIN THE FIRESTORM HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!



Black: Again, how’d that work out for you the last time you said that? Have you forgotten who I am? One of the baddest motherfuckers in FWA, one half of the FWA Fire and Ice Tag Team Champions, and MANY MORE accolades to count!

By now, Black and AK are face to face with each other. Both men equal in size and stature, nearly on par in height and weight. All of a sudden, AK takes a shot and Black who blocks it and returns with a BLACKSCREEN! Black hits AJ with one of his signature manuevers! Grace quickly grabs AK and holds him down while Dackle holds his partner back. Ozy steps between the two and pulls out a rather large knife. 

Ozy: You two keep screwing around and someone’s blood will paint the room we stand in. The choice is yours.

Black and AK slowly stop struggling and finally they all sit in a circle in silence. AK is the one to break the silence. 

AK: So, how do we plan on beating AXW?



Grace: Well, I kind of came up with a pan. Here’s what I was thinking…



Black: Hold up a second, Gracie…

Black stands up and limps up to a hidden camera that nobody had noticed prior. He grins and picks up Crimson. 

Black: Sorry AXW, but unlike you, I’m observant of my surroundings.
No cheat sheets for the test tomorrow.

Black swings Crimson at the camera and destroys it, ending the feed of the video.