Lyin, Tired Guys and Bears [EoD Tag Title RP]

[Jack Diamond]

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October 19th 2018

Pigeon Forge, Tennessee

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Jack Diamond: Dude, what the hell are you wearing?

The scene picks up on a busy sidewalk in beautiful, Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. There are tourists galore as thousands of people have flocked to the Great Smoky Mountains to get one last vacation in before the weather turns too cold. People flock here to enjoy the fall foliage, the trees painting a sea of colors that calm the soul. While this place has always been revered for its small-town feel, in recent years it has become a place where you can find almost any attraction. Go-karts? Sure. Wax Museum? Yeah, right down the street. Outlet malls and arcades? All over the place. X*Crown champion, Jack Diamond stands next to a bench, having just looked up from tying his shoe when he seen his fellow Icon brother, Bobby Barratt.

Bobby Barratt: What? You told me I should blend in with the southern folk here as to not draw attention.

Jack looks Bobby up and down with a huge grin of disbelief on his face. He had called Bobby and asked him to meet him in Pigeon Forge, this is true. It is also true that Jack wanted Bobby to blend in. Walking around the town in their tailored suits would have drawn a lot of looks. While Jack is never one to shy away from attention, this was going to be low key. Those stares they would have gotten in their suits... pale in comparison to what the passing tourists were giving right now. Bobby stands there with cowboy boots, denim jeans that are probably a size too small "held up" by leather belt with a belt buckle large enough to make any title belt feel inadequate. He is sporting a thick flannel button up shirt and the ensemble is finished off with a hilariously large cowboy hat. Bobby stands there, feeling a bit out of place, resting his hands on his huge belt buckle.

Jack Diamond: Man I told you to look like a southern tourist... not show up looking like Woody from fucking Toy Story.

Bobby Barratt: Piss off mate, how the hell am I supposed to know what a southern tourist looks like?

Jack Diamond: Easy partner, you've got a friend in me.

Jack can't help to burst out laughing as Bobby frowns and takes off the bucket hat and drops it on the head of a passing boy. As the kid stumbles and almost falls at the sudden blindness the hat causes slipping over his face, Bobby shoves Jack a bit.

Bobby Barratt: Ok, smartass, why are we here? What the hell is a Pigeon Forge?

Jack Diamond: You've never heard of Pigeon Forge?

Bobby has a blank stare on his face

Jack Diamond: Dollywood?

Nothing

Jack Diamond: Created by the famous Dolly Parton?

Bobby Barratt: The country broad with the huge ti-

Jack Diamond: Bingo. This place was pretty much my home away from home back in the day. This is where I would come during the summer and run hustles for cash back in high school. Tourists who come here really aren't the sharpest if you know what I mean. Anyways, I thought a change of scenery for us would be kind of nice.

Bobby Barratt: If you say so, I'm not sure what any of this has to do with our busy schedule these last few weeks. I mean, vacations are nice and all but damn, Jack... I've been killing it in the tournament and you have went from the huge match with Card to the Annihilator Complex match... and on top of it all we have the Guns...

Jack Diamond: Ah, the Guns. I'll get back to them. You are right though, we are in a grueling schedule right now, a must to prove that we are the most decorated and dominating group in all of the Network. While my match with Card didn't turn out exactly like I had imagined I still hold the most sought after championship in the business and you are smashing your way through to a shot at anything you want. We are handling our shit, so a little break is not only deserved but probably needed.

The two of them start walking down the sidewalk past a miniature golf course. At least Bobby isn't standing out as much now that he has ridded himself of the goofy hat. Jack turns up the sidewalk to a huge gift shop and an understanding falls over Bobby's face as he sees the huge sign for "Three Bears General Store."

Jack Diamond: Everyone is counting us out in one way or another you know? Having to fight the Guns at EoD and then you most likely will be in the finals of the tournament and I will have the X*Crown match... everyone is saying that there is no way we walk out victorious in all of it.

Bobby scoffs. He has come too far in this tournament to lose, he knows Jack values the XCrown even more so than he values his money and there is no way the two of them want to walk out of End of Days watching Venum and Mueller still make a mockery of a global championship that should belong to the Icons.

Jack Diamond: They know you and I will fare well in our single ventures. Hell we have the resumes that say we are two of the best single competitors of all time. Even the Guns can acknowledge that. No one, though, thinks that we stand a chance to beat these two morons...

Bobby Barratt: You got to be fucking kidding me...

Jack stops in front of a big cut out advertisement for a "Live Bear Exhibit" which is not out of the ordinary in a place like this, and honestly isn't what stopped the Icons in their track. It was the advertisement itself. A smug looking James Mueller and Venom, holding their XHF Tag Team Championships in a way that they conveniently drape down in front of Goldbear II who towers behind them on the cutout. The belts thankfully cover up the exposed huge dong of their furry friend. Jack and Bobby look the cardboard over with disgust.

Bobby Barratt: Those assclowns have advertisement deals?

Jack Diamond: Yeah, I couldn't believe it myself but I had to share this with you because it was too good. Look at the look in their eyes. They are actually excited to be whoring themselves out for an advertisement in some second rate gift shop. I mean, I know this place isn't too far away from Atlanta but this store must have been desperate to get them for this.

Bobby Barratt: Who did the Guns lie to to even make themselves appear worth of being on an ad?

Jack Diamond: Who knows, but are you surprised? I mean those two of been lying to people for damn near a year now. Telling everyone that they are THE top tag team in the XHF. Hell, telling people they are the premier team in all of wrestling. A lie that people have bought. Hook, line and sinker.

Bobby Barratt: You know, you are right. I mean, obviously you know that holding a global championship is no easy feat... but something has been off about those two holding those titles.

Jack Diamond: Off indeed. All lies I tell you. Who the hell have they fought? Most of their matches have been snooze fests or just a way to parade their well endowed pet around.

*Jack and Bobby make their way through the general store, passing shelf after shelf of homemade salsas, jars of vegetables, old timey candy stations, souvenirs and more. Bobby picks up a couple things here and there before sitting them down and dusting his hands off on his flannel.
Jack makes his way to the back of the store where a ticket booth stands*

Jack Diamond: But you see, they cart that bear around for one reason and one reason only. To add some element of excitement to their matches, to their promos, to their life in general. James Mueller and Venom? They are tired. A skeleton of their former selves and in a desperate attempt to remain relevant... they need Goldbear II. It's sad really.

Bobby Barratt: Can you believe they compared us to all the other nobodies they have fought? I mean, Maverick was the real deal but he was handicapped by that Raymond idiot. We've told him time and time again to drop the fool but Mav is loyal almost to a fault.

Jack Diamond: Yeah, and even with the handicap, Mav almost took those belts off these washed up pricks. It's funny really. You and I aren't THAT much younger than the two of them but they have lost it man. It's the same tired skit everytime. The two of them sipping on coffee and regurgitating the same sentiment time and time again. We are from the original XHF. We helped grown this company to what it is. Blah blah blah. You tell lies long enough and you start believing them. That is exactly what they have done. Bought into their own hype, when in reality...

Bobby Barratt: No one cares about them.

Jack purchases two tickets to gain access to the live bear exhibit and hands Bobby one. Bobby is actually relieved that in Jacks distracted rant he went ahead and purchased both tickets. This is really an expense Bobby would rather not take on at the moment, the ridiculous outfit he bought was bad enough. They enter the exhibit which is just the outside of the building where some safety glass protects the onlookers from several bears that roam around freely.

Jack Diamond: You're damned right. No one cares. And the nerve of them for even comparing taking on us to taking on someone like Danny Ray. How many times have we shown he can't even lace our boots? The only reason anyone even tunes into those GUNS shows, if I'm being honest, is to see if the bear eventually turns on Mueller and Venom and rips them to shreds on live television. I know that's the only reason I watch.

Bobby Barratt: Now that would boost network ratings! It really is amazing how we have two of the top teams heading into this match who have both gained a lot of notoriety in about the most different ways possible. Them with their circus show and us... well being an unstoppable force in this company. We have built a legacy around here of going out and making people famous. We have time and time again defined championship titles where they have let the titles define them.

The two of them stare on watching the three bears in the cages. Nothing really exciting at all. It's just the three of them walking around, constantly stopping next to a man-made creek to take a sip of water, or pawing at a nearby rock. One of them eventually takes a shit in front of several of the onlookers. This brings a laugh from Bobby.

Jack Diamond: Oh look, he just too a Mueller. Anyways, you have a point about them being defined by the titles. We know what we are even when we don't hold a title. We are the two individuals that have set the wrestling world on fire the last couple of years. We are the two that have headlined pay-per-views all over the world. We are The Prodigal Icon and the Fucking Ace of Spades. What are they? Tag champs? That's cool. Really though... what are they? When you take those titles away, and make no mistake about it... we will take those titles away, what are they then?

Bobby Barratt: If I had to guess they are the next two "legends" to be retired at the hands of the Icons. They are the next two wrestlers to be forgotten as we take those tag team belts and really add a prestige to them that the Guns only wish they could provide. After our match, no one will talk about James Mueller. No one will talk about Venom. They may still talk about Goldbear II's huge dong but only because that thing is freakishly large. The point is, all anyone will talk about is how the Icons reign supreme. How Jack and Bobby are XHF Tag team champions, how Bobby Barratt is the EoD winner, and Jack Diamond is the X*Crown champion. It is Icons versus the World and in this scenario... the world loses.

The bears continue on doing much of nothing. Jack and Bobby head towards the exit which is high above the cages below. As they stop and look down one last time at the animals, Jack shakes his head.

Jack Diamond: I hope the network is ready. All of this ends fittingly at End of Days. When we walk out as the tag team champions it will all be over... the lyin, the tired guys... and the bears.

Bobby Barratt: Oh my...

The Icons leave the exhibit as the scene comes to an end.