Post by Locke on Apr 8, 2021 21:04:05 GMT
It was supposed to be on Sacrifice, but it happens. Commercial break?
{“The Devil Don’t Sleep” by Brantley Gilbert begins to play over the PA, and Locke quickly emerges from behind the curtains… The Trickster, the God of Mischief, Loki, or known in the IWF as Locke, looked mildly amused as he walked down to the ring. Locke got down to ringside and climbed up to the apron when his music cut and “Monster (Under My Bed)” now plays over the PA and Abraxes rises from the center of the stage; he walks down the ramp, and walks up to the apron of the ring standing beside Locke before both members of Gods & Monsters step into the ring. Locke is given a microphone.}
Terri Morasco: Gods & Monsters came close to taking the IWF World Tag Team Championships from--
Vasco Dias: Don’t you start! They weren’t even close! It wasn’t even a contest! The Powers That Be won… and that’s it.
Terri Morasco: You’re right, Vasco, there really are no rules. All that matters is who gets the belts.
{Locke, with a microphone in one hand, reaches into his pocket with the other and pulls out a pair of handcuffs… his gaze dances around the glimmering metal, and he snickers before beginning to speak.}
Locke: Y’know… I ain’t even mad. I’m impressed.
{Locke says while raising his head.}
Locke: It took balls! It took balls an’ brains for Angel an’ Dean to pull that kinda move! I got’a give it to ‘em, they went out there with a gameplan an’ they delivered.
{Locke chuckles again.}
Locke: But with that bein’ said, that doesn’t mean that Gods & Monsters are done with ya yet! Nah, nah, nah! Gods & Monsters aren’t gon’ take a step back. We aren’t gon’ recollect our thoughts. We aren’t gon’ improvise our plan. We aren’t gon’ go through any other motherfuckers to get our rematch with The Powers That Be! Ah’right? Y’hear me? Deano. Angel. I give props to ya for doin’ what you did… pullin’ a fast one like that on the old Trickster, an’ now it seems like you’re wantin’ to play my game. You’re wantin’ to beat me at my own game? An’ that just’ so darn cute.
{Locke pounds a fist against Abraxes’s chest in a friendly gesture, then pounds his own chest.}
Locke: Gods & Monsters are jus’ gettin’ started! There is NOBODY ahead of us! Violent Tendencies, Vendetta, Team Diversity Hire, y’all name ‘em… an’ let me tell you, we will come down to that ring to stop every single fuckin’ match from takin’ place, because the next match y’all are havin’ for the belts is goin’ to be a rematch against us! An’... you know what… I’m fair. I’m fair. We’re fair! So… how’s about the two of you name the stipulation, yeah? We’ll be awaitin’ your answer.
{Locke drops the microphone, and a variation of the two songs combined begins to play as they depart from the ring.}
{“The Devil Don’t Sleep” by Brantley Gilbert begins to play over the PA, and Locke quickly emerges from behind the curtains… The Trickster, the God of Mischief, Loki, or known in the IWF as Locke, looked mildly amused as he walked down to the ring. Locke got down to ringside and climbed up to the apron when his music cut and “Monster (Under My Bed)” now plays over the PA and Abraxes rises from the center of the stage; he walks down the ramp, and walks up to the apron of the ring standing beside Locke before both members of Gods & Monsters step into the ring. Locke is given a microphone.}
Terri Morasco: Gods & Monsters came close to taking the IWF World Tag Team Championships from--
Vasco Dias: Don’t you start! They weren’t even close! It wasn’t even a contest! The Powers That Be won… and that’s it.
Terri Morasco: You’re right, Vasco, there really are no rules. All that matters is who gets the belts.
{Locke, with a microphone in one hand, reaches into his pocket with the other and pulls out a pair of handcuffs… his gaze dances around the glimmering metal, and he snickers before beginning to speak.}
Locke: Y’know… I ain’t even mad. I’m impressed.
{Locke says while raising his head.}
Locke: It took balls! It took balls an’ brains for Angel an’ Dean to pull that kinda move! I got’a give it to ‘em, they went out there with a gameplan an’ they delivered.
{Locke chuckles again.}
Locke: But with that bein’ said, that doesn’t mean that Gods & Monsters are done with ya yet! Nah, nah, nah! Gods & Monsters aren’t gon’ take a step back. We aren’t gon’ recollect our thoughts. We aren’t gon’ improvise our plan. We aren’t gon’ go through any other motherfuckers to get our rematch with The Powers That Be! Ah’right? Y’hear me? Deano. Angel. I give props to ya for doin’ what you did… pullin’ a fast one like that on the old Trickster, an’ now it seems like you’re wantin’ to play my game. You’re wantin’ to beat me at my own game? An’ that just’ so darn cute.
{Locke pounds a fist against Abraxes’s chest in a friendly gesture, then pounds his own chest.}
Locke: Gods & Monsters are jus’ gettin’ started! There is NOBODY ahead of us! Violent Tendencies, Vendetta, Team Diversity Hire, y’all name ‘em… an’ let me tell you, we will come down to that ring to stop every single fuckin’ match from takin’ place, because the next match y’all are havin’ for the belts is goin’ to be a rematch against us! An’... you know what… I’m fair. I’m fair. We’re fair! So… how’s about the two of you name the stipulation, yeah? We’ll be awaitin’ your answer.
{Locke drops the microphone, and a variation of the two songs combined begins to play as they depart from the ring.}