Post by Bobby Barratt on Sept 17, 2018 5:31:19 GMT -5
Jack: Have you even seen the posters for the show?
We open scene and Bobby and Jack are in the VIP area at the Diamond Lounge. They both have their gear laid out in front of them, taking stock that they have everything before they get out on the road.
Bobby: Nah, why?
Jack: It's all pixelated. Like they wanted a decent sized poster, but they decided to make it using a shitty image app, instead of hiring someone to do the job.
Bobby: Now, now Jack. They don't all have money to burn like you do. They're barely surviving over there. Between us, I think that the XHF Tag Team Titles are the only thing that keeps that place open.
Jack: Yeah. I mean they fight out of gyms, right? I mean imagine if they DIDN'T have a draw like the Tag Belts. Do you really think people would still show up?
Bobby: Not a chance! We are going to be known as the people that not only finally dethrone the Guns... But we flush that place while we are at it.
Jack: I can't imagine the Bear being too happy about it.
Bobby: Well him and his handlers can go join the circus somewhere and tour the country. Get him a little bike and a hat with a propeller on it!
Jack and Bobby giggle to themselves at such a silly joke. They carry on getting their gear together as we see numerous Championship belts on the back wall glisten as they catch the light. The room is draped in prestige as we can see each achievement that every Icon has ever earned.
Bobby: Ok, here we go. Jackets.
Jack: Check!
Bobby: Boots.
Jack: Check!
Bobby: Passports.
Jack: Check!
Bobby: Ring gear.
Jack: Che- Hey. Very funny, man.
Bobby: What?
Jack: Did you hide my trunks again?
Bobby: Nope. Don't tell me you've lost them. We have flights to catch.
Jack: Dude, seriously.... where are they?
Bobby: You wearing them? Did someone skip laundry day?
Jack: No! Hey what makes you think I do laundry? I just buy new clothes!
Bobby: That really doesn't surprise me.
Jack: Hey a man has gotta look sharp on the road.
Bobby: Have you found them yet?
Jack: No...
Jack frantically digs down the back of the sofa and starts looking for his gear as the frustration starts to show on his face. Bobby gives the camera a cheeky smile as he holds Jack's trunks up to the camera while Jack struggles in the background.
Bobby: Hey Jack!
Jack: Wha-
Bobby pings Jack's trunks off his fingers and they land right across Jack's nose. He rips them off in disgust and throws them into his case.
Jack: You prick! What was that about?
Bobby: THAT'S why you don't skip laundry day!
Bobby laughs as Jack shakes his head in disappointment. Bobby knew they were brand new trunks, but it was still funny. Jack puts his stuff into his case in silence while Bobby laughs to himself.
Bobby: So... how many belts are we taking with us?
Bobby surveys the scene across the back wall of the room.
Jack: Well... You only have one. So you're taking one belt.
Bobby: Arsehole.
Jack: Me? I think I'll take...
Jack casts his eyes across the wall, running his hands along each of the X*Crown Championship belts.
Jack: All of them.
Bobby: For real?
Jack: Why not? We are going there to make a point, to cause a scene and to show those old has beens that we aren't to be messed with. Let's show them who they are really messing with!
Bobby: Love it! In that case...
Bobby pulls his old title belts off the wall. Anything he won in ICW, the replica belts of titles he won in AWF... Everything.
Bobby: Think Mav will carry all of these?
Jack laughs.
Jack: I don't think so, bro. He's still pretty sour about not winning the X*Crown, especially since his buddy won the big one at AXW.
Bobby: Yeah, how about that? That's pretty solid for Raymond. I think not many expected it, but he sure pulled it off.
Jack: Absolutely. So maybe we hire a few guys to really push the Icon Entourage agenda. Belt carriers?
Bobby: Provided they're trusted.
Jack: For sure. Don't want the babies getting damaged.
Bobby: I got mine insured.
Jack: You mean that's a thing?
Bobby: Dude, you can insure anything, nowadays.
Jack: Hmmm.... Interesting. Anyways, I'm all packed. Are you?
Bobby: Yep. Let's get on the road. Atlanta, right?
Jack: Yeah. It's a long trip. I'll get a flight sorted.
Bobby: Good man. My pilot is away today, so calling him in would be pretty costly. Probably more than your charter.
Jack: So what do you know about these guys anway?
Bobby: Who?
Jack: Johnny Styler and Kris Quake.
Bobby: Who are they?
Jack: The guys we are taking on at the Guns show, knucklehead!
Bobby: Oh, that's been announced?
Jack: Wow, do you keep up with anything nowadays?
Bobby: I just got out of Prison! I did hard time, you know!
Jack: You sat in a holding cell for four hours, that's not hard time!
Bobby: It changes a man.... I've seen things, man.
Jack: Oh for Pete's sake.
Bobby: Who's Pete?
We come back and see Bobby and Jack aboard Jack's plane. It's in the sky and well on its way to Atlanta.
Bobby: OK... I'm caught up. I still have no idea who these guys are that we are taking on. Just that they've held the XHF Tag Titles in the past.
Jack: Sounds a little legend-y to me. Perfect.
Bobby: Legend-y? First of all is that even a word? Secondly if they were Legends, we'd have some idea who they ever are.
Jack: True. Then again a few hours ago, you had no idea who we were facing.
Bobby: ...and you didn't know where your underwear was!
Jack shoots Bobby a side glance as he takes a sip of whisky.
Bobby: Is this the stuff Card sent you?
Jack: Nah. I'm saving that for an occasion.
Bobby: Let's toast it when I retain the Prestige Belt at Fired Up.
Jack: Why?
Bobby: Because Card is in the tournament and he ripped your shit trying to be funny.
Jack: Ah yeah, that was pretty amusing. Reminded me of the ICW days. Still, hardly an excuse to drink that.
Bobby: Ok, we went off track there and we need to do some sort of promo for all this to mean anything, so what do you want to say to these guys?
Jack: How about...
Bobby: What can you say? Styler, Quake... I don't know what brought you back to the dance, but you know something? If you meant anything, if you had a fucking cents worth of name value, you guys wouldn't have slipped away into total anonymity. If you guys deserved to hang with the Icons in the ring, we'd have some idea who you are.
Jack: Yeah! The fact they had to go so far, or dig so hard into the past shows that they were struggling to find anyone they thought might be able to challenge us. They couldn't find anyone who fancied their chances against the most decorated team ever to step foot in the XHF Network. Is that right?
Bobby: I don't know. Stands a good chance though. We have a shot here at making Jack Diamond the absolute Don of Global domination in the XHF. Holding both the X*Crown and the XHF Tag belts in his possession would instantly make him one of the Hall of Fame, with regards to the XHF. You know what? Icons should already be in there. We've accomplished more in one year in this place than most other people manage in their entire careers. Quake, Styler. You might have held titles in the past, but that doesn't mean you are relevant today. That doesn't mean that you still have the desire or the ability to stand against the Icons.
Bobby pours himself a glass of whisky.
Jack: That's spot on. I mean for all we know, you guys are 110 years old. They showed a couple of pictures from about 2004 and tried to make them look young and hip. Showed them in their prime when maybe they'd have been able to go.
Bobby: Hey I wonder if-
Jack: If what?
Bobby: What if the reason we didn't hear anything of them is because they froze them?
Jack: What?
Bobby: Well they knew one day that two fucking warriors would come knocking, having pillaged the Network and taken anything they wanted. They freeze these two guys as their last hope?
Jack: You know this is the Guns we are talking about right?
Bobby: Ah true. Never mind. Point being that we are going to be there. Venom's personal gym in front of a crowd of about 27 people and the groundsman's Dog. Let's do this!
The scene switches to outside the plane, as it flies off into the distance, leaving only "#IconsonTour" on screen.