Made, Paid, Laid. RP1 for Supremacy Tag Match.

[Bobby Barratt]

Bobby: You know what? I don't think there's a tag team that can touch us!

We open scene and Bobby and Jack sit at the bar in the Diamond Lounge. It's three days post AWF's Christmas show. Bobby and Jack still sport the bumps, bruises and potential scars from their war at what turned out to be their final night with AWF. They're sociable, but the tension of the fight is still in the air. It's always like this when they go one on one for Gold. In the background, modifications are being made to the room in order to accomodate the X-Crown Championships to Bobby's wall of fame.

Jack: Oh for sure. The fact is that the GUNS held those titles for so long, purely because no one could take them out. Challenger after challenger stepped up and still GUNS prevailed. Think that's a coincidence?

Bobby: Not at all. At the End of the Day winks towards Jack, we were the ones that had our shit together enough not only to defeat the GUNS and secure the XHF Tag Team Championships, but we sent their old arses into retirement!

Jack: Erm... Dude, you didn't hear?

Bobby: Hear what? 

Jack: Dude, they died!

Bobby: Wait, what?

Jack: Yeah, they were running from the cops for some reason and went flying off a cliff in their car.

Bobby: Oh shit... RIP.

Jack: That's it? No huge grand gesture that only Bobby can make?

Bobby: What do you mean?

Jack: Dude, you're the kind of extra that normally takes something like this and runs with it in order to make a point.

As Jack starts talking, a giant F starts floating around the screen in the manner that the DVD logo used to on older model DVD players. Getting so close, but never actually touching the corners of the screen. Bobby looks amused as Jack continues to hammer home the point about how Bobby normally does something silly or over the top. All of a sudden, Jack comes back to reality and looks back at Bobby.

Jack: What did you do?

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We come back to scene a few days later and Bobby and Jack are over at Bobby's place. Jack sits on the sofa as Bobby is in the hallway. Bobby grins as he hangs an oversized photo of him being crowned the X-Crown Champion in the vacant space he left on the wall. Jack grins to himself as he sees it. Having been crowned a two-time X-Crown Champion within the last year, he knows how momentous an occasion it is in your career. Bobby checks it's all level before moving away.*

Jack: So....we did it. We got free from AWF and again claimed total global domination over the XHF Network. 

Bobby: We did exactly what we told them we'd do. My only regret is you didn't pick up the Prestige Championship so we got to see the look on Ziko's face when we walked out of there with his top-tier Championship. You know....totally gut the place.

Jack: Yeah well.... I'd have probably tossed it on the ground on the way out of the door anyway. Just to make a point.

Bobby: Oh man, now that would have been great! See all the fucking desperate hangers-on of that place come storming in and trying to claim because they managed to get a pinky finger on the belt, that they were now the rightful Champion.

Jack: It'd be like a who's who of shitty wrestlers trying to play Champion.

Bobby: Speaking of which... A few weeks time, our first match of the evening sees us take on two desperate, lonely hangers on. Jeffery Viper and his.... son Dylan Black. What the fuck is it with that family dynamic anyway? 

Jack: Man, it's creepy, right? 

Bobby: Creepy doesn't even begin to cover it. The guy chases Dylan around claiming to be his Dad. Dylan hates it but then allows him to move in and keep banging away at his Mom.

Jack: That's pathetic.

Bobby: He's some fucking beta-cuck looking guy who couldn't take a stand against a fucking cleaner! You know when we threw names around for the Icons, the guys we felt were ready to take the leap, the guys who could stand shoulder to shoulder with legends like us, this is why he was left behind. The fact that he still chooses to associate with fucking pee-ons like Jeffrey bastard Viper and the silliness and hijinks that come with it. 

Jack: Yeah, we can't be doing with drama like that. No way. 

Bobby: We're men of business. Getting in and getting shit done. That's what this is about. Sure, we have fun outside of the ring, we dressed as Team Rocket once in order to make fun of...Hellbound?

Jack: Ah yeah, Brad Swann's new gimmick. You sure dropped the ball with that acquisition. 

Bobby: Fucking Swann.

Jack: Haha, still sore about that, huh?

Bobby: Well I put hours into that guy. Moulding him into becoming the next big name in this business and he pisses it all away so he can goof of in a mask... I really should find out where I put that.

Jack: Wait, you kept it?

Bobby: Yep. When I tore it off his head, I took it like a scalp. A trophy of a fallen enemy and a pain in my arse. 

Jack: Hey, speaking of trophies, did you dig it out yet?

Bobby: Oh shit, yeah!

Bobby heads back into the hallway and we hear the distinct "Beep! Beep!" of the wall safe being opened. A few seconds later, Bobby appears with his half of the XHF Tag Team Championships. He puts it back over his shoulder, taking a second to let it sink in.

Bobby: Much better. 

Jack: I had to do it too. Lock the title away. Just hide it from view, you know?

Bobby: It wasn't about being friends or partners that night. It was about doing what we needed to do to become the man. 

Jack: Yeah....

Bobby: It's a little funny though. 

Jack: What's that?

Bobby: In ICW, you always came up smelling of Roses when Gold was on the line and now...

The comment hangs in the air like a bad stench. Jack grimaces at Bobby rubbing his win in his face before going back to that winning Jack Diamond smile.

Jack: Now, you managed to come out on top. Congratulations, man. Now let's get back to business. The Icons ride again!

Bobby: That they do, Jack! Now Viper...Black... We may not be "FAMILY" like you guys, we may not have the same bond you guys have in terms of blood relationships, but we share something. We share the kind of relationship that spurs us on to be the BEST we can be. We've shared miles on the road, we've shared wins as well as the taste of defeat. The only thing you two have shared is a Vagina. 

Jack spits out his Single Malt in reaction to that comment.

Bobby: Dude....New rug.

Jack: Yeah, sorry man.

Bobby and Jack laugh to themselves before taking a second to regain their composure.

Bobby: Now I know you're likely going to come back with some bullshit about winning the tag team tournament at End of Days, but the fact is that if you were that good, then you wouldn't have needed to win that tournament. We said that we wanted a shot and we were given one straight up. No bullshit tournaments, no hoops to jump through. See, the Icons possess such a fucking name value in this business, that we get whatever we want. If we aren't given it, we take it! With force and copious amounts of hostility! 

Jack: Didn't Dylan already have a go at picking up the belts?

Bobby: Yeah, him and Dackle had a pop some time last year. He's a fucking choke artist. He has the biggest habit of getting to the big stage and letting it slip through his fingers each time. He was setting his sights on a shot at me back in ICW and it never happened. He's probably carrying that shit around still like and old bag. Hey, Dylan... If I were feeling a little more charitable, I'd bring the Shooting Star Title to the ring come Supremacy, but.... You know.... Nineteen titles to carry and all... Sorry, bro. 

Jack: Since you met that Curt guy, you're all bro, bro, bro. What's going on with you?

Bobby: Eh, I dunno.... It just sticks, I guess.

Jack: How's that new merchandise deal coming along anyway? 

Bobby: He's gotta get back to me with the details. One thing for sure though, is that Bobby is gonna get PAID!

Jack: When you're made, you get paid and get laid.

Bobby: That's awful... But strangely correct.

Bobby and Jack clink their glasses together.

Jack: Hey, did you know Viper is going around claiming to be undefeated?

Bobby: He's a fucking knucklehead, you know that? The reason he claims that is because he calls it quits before he even gets a match.

Jack: That's amazingly bad. Even for him.

Bobby: So he can claim he's undefeated all he likes, but the fact is he's also never won a match in half those places either! Come back when your claim holds some water, son! Anyways, we ready to hit the road? 

Jack: Sure. Jay's buddies are going to love it when you show up with those titles.

Bobby: Yeah he's been putting the work in lately and I kind of let him down when those promotions closed on us, so he can't get his shot yet. It's kind of a way to make it up to him.

Jack: Awwww.... Check you out with your little heart. 

Jack continues to Bobby as they pick up their titles and their road bags. They head out the door as the scene fades to black.