Post by Travis Reinhart on Sept 15, 2021 15:04:19 GMT
The scene opens with a shot of Travis Reinhart sitting perched on the top turnbuckle of a wrestling ring, dressed in full gear. He's leaned over, with his elbows resting just above his knees, clutching his phone in one hand. Jessè Marchand stands to his left, arms folded across his chest, holding a water bottle under his arm in his right hand. Sweat pours off their bodies, the two having just completed the morning's grueling training session.
"Do you see this right here," Travis says to the camera, holding his phone up in full view. The betting lines for Sacrifice are out, and the webpage displays Vendetta as +600 underdogs going into their match against Ulf Hednir and Pax Stormcrow. "We are the underdogs going into a tag team match against two guys that have never teamed before."
Reinhart draws his phone back, tossing it down on top of a gym bag resting on the corner of the apron. Travis pushes his braids back, continuing: "You might be asking yourself why we care- we're stepping inside the ring against two of the top guys in this company, and of course the champions are going to be favored. It's a slap in the face, though. This is our element. This is a tag team match. We're the best damn tag team in the world. So yeah, that's a little insulting."
Head bowed, Marchand rotates his wrist, two fingers on his hand extended, in a thinking gesture. He looks up, straight ahead into the camera, and says:
"This match is meant to be a trap match, the same way the ladder match at Legacy was. We thrive on preparation, studying opponents, and breaking down their strengths and weaknesses. The opportunity given to us at Legacy was given by management knowing full-well the chaos involved with a ladder match. Winning in an environment such as that is as much luck as it is skill. We came up short because they stripped us of our edge. They neutralized our advantages."
"Sacrifice, they will once again attempt to do the same by pitting us against a makeshift team of the World Heavyweight Champion, Ulf Hednir; and his partner, the Television Champion, Pax Stormcrow. Individually, they're two of the hottest men in the sport right now. Each man is competing at the top of their respective games, and they're both beating virtually anyone put in front of them. And collectively, we don't know a damn thing about them- it's an impossibility because they've never competed together before as a unit. They're off training somewhere right now as we speak, most likely, and the only people who know what they're going to do Friday is them."
Marchand points at the camera lens, adding: "We aren't sure why they are giving us any match except for a fair, two-on-two title match against Violent Tendencies, but it is clear that is the intent."
"Management has aggressively pushed their king and their rook forward in this game of chess, but they are playing a game against thinking men. We see your move. If everything breaks the way the most of the world expects it, their plan is to profit off of our skill while keeping us more than an arm's length away from the match we want- the match we have earned. Forget some bullshit loss in a circus sideshow style match where we were never pinned or submitted."
Marchand pauses, allowing a moment of silence to grip the air, and then finally adds: "...but what if we win?"
Travis jumps down off his perch on the turnbuckle, chiming in, "Three seconds, that's all it takes. Ulf and Pax may be at the apex of this sport; but even on our best day, anyone can have a three second slip. It just takes one good, hard kick to the skull... or maybe a Stormbreaker. That should scare everyone with a stake in this because we're capable of doing it."
Marchand nods, adding: "Ulf... Pax, whatever the plan is here, we want you to understand that we know you're very like not complicit. You're tools being used by others to achieve an end. We respect you as competitors. We harbor no hate, nor animosity. This may sound cold, but when it comes to the two of you, we feel nothing. We only see what we must do, which is to find a weakness and exploit it... the same way we did with Nick Hunter's rehabilitated knee at Legacy. That's our approach."
Reinhart's voice thunders with a bit of base, "Don't you dare take us lightly. Don't you give us a condescending pat on the head, as if we're almost there, like we're your fucking little brothers. You can run down every accomplishment you have... Ulf, one loss since you've been back, and that's impressive. The World title win, incredibly impressive. Pax, almost winning Heir To The Throne this year, damn impressive. Pax taking the Television title off a red hot JC Keeton, same. We get it, but we are not lesser than you."
"Since we debuted, only one tag team here has beaten us in a two-on-two contest; and that's the team walking around with the Tag Team Championships right now- Violent Tendencies. We've beaten every other team here that we've faced in an actual wrestling match. The two of you may want to paint yourselves as the two most dangerous men in this company, but maybe you haven't considered the fact that for all of your accolades, the only reason we haven't beaten you is because our paths have yet to cross. Friday night, that changes."
"We are the best tag team on this planet! We are coming into this match hungry and in our element, not yours'. We have something to prove. We are at a decided disadvantage in terms of training and preparation. The one advantage we have, however, is we have absolutely nothing to lose. That fact alone makes us the two most dangerous men in this match. The pressure is on the two of you to beat us because nearly everyone already expects us to be beaten by you. But the way we see it, you're the underdogs in this match because we believe in our own abilities."
Marchand cryptically adds, "And we may not know your move going in, but we know ours. Being that the two of you have been where we are, you should understand the threat that presents. You should know the hunger, and how far that will push a competitor."
Reinhart runs his thumb across his throat, emphatically ending it with his catchphrase: "Prepare to get clipped."
"Do you see this right here," Travis says to the camera, holding his phone up in full view. The betting lines for Sacrifice are out, and the webpage displays Vendetta as +600 underdogs going into their match against Ulf Hednir and Pax Stormcrow. "We are the underdogs going into a tag team match against two guys that have never teamed before."
Reinhart draws his phone back, tossing it down on top of a gym bag resting on the corner of the apron. Travis pushes his braids back, continuing: "You might be asking yourself why we care- we're stepping inside the ring against two of the top guys in this company, and of course the champions are going to be favored. It's a slap in the face, though. This is our element. This is a tag team match. We're the best damn tag team in the world. So yeah, that's a little insulting."
Head bowed, Marchand rotates his wrist, two fingers on his hand extended, in a thinking gesture. He looks up, straight ahead into the camera, and says:
"This match is meant to be a trap match, the same way the ladder match at Legacy was. We thrive on preparation, studying opponents, and breaking down their strengths and weaknesses. The opportunity given to us at Legacy was given by management knowing full-well the chaos involved with a ladder match. Winning in an environment such as that is as much luck as it is skill. We came up short because they stripped us of our edge. They neutralized our advantages."
"Sacrifice, they will once again attempt to do the same by pitting us against a makeshift team of the World Heavyweight Champion, Ulf Hednir; and his partner, the Television Champion, Pax Stormcrow. Individually, they're two of the hottest men in the sport right now. Each man is competing at the top of their respective games, and they're both beating virtually anyone put in front of them. And collectively, we don't know a damn thing about them- it's an impossibility because they've never competed together before as a unit. They're off training somewhere right now as we speak, most likely, and the only people who know what they're going to do Friday is them."
Marchand points at the camera lens, adding: "We aren't sure why they are giving us any match except for a fair, two-on-two title match against Violent Tendencies, but it is clear that is the intent."
"Management has aggressively pushed their king and their rook forward in this game of chess, but they are playing a game against thinking men. We see your move. If everything breaks the way the most of the world expects it, their plan is to profit off of our skill while keeping us more than an arm's length away from the match we want- the match we have earned. Forget some bullshit loss in a circus sideshow style match where we were never pinned or submitted."
Marchand pauses, allowing a moment of silence to grip the air, and then finally adds: "...but what if we win?"
Travis jumps down off his perch on the turnbuckle, chiming in, "Three seconds, that's all it takes. Ulf and Pax may be at the apex of this sport; but even on our best day, anyone can have a three second slip. It just takes one good, hard kick to the skull... or maybe a Stormbreaker. That should scare everyone with a stake in this because we're capable of doing it."
Marchand nods, adding: "Ulf... Pax, whatever the plan is here, we want you to understand that we know you're very like not complicit. You're tools being used by others to achieve an end. We respect you as competitors. We harbor no hate, nor animosity. This may sound cold, but when it comes to the two of you, we feel nothing. We only see what we must do, which is to find a weakness and exploit it... the same way we did with Nick Hunter's rehabilitated knee at Legacy. That's our approach."
Reinhart's voice thunders with a bit of base, "Don't you dare take us lightly. Don't you give us a condescending pat on the head, as if we're almost there, like we're your fucking little brothers. You can run down every accomplishment you have... Ulf, one loss since you've been back, and that's impressive. The World title win, incredibly impressive. Pax, almost winning Heir To The Throne this year, damn impressive. Pax taking the Television title off a red hot JC Keeton, same. We get it, but we are not lesser than you."
"Since we debuted, only one tag team here has beaten us in a two-on-two contest; and that's the team walking around with the Tag Team Championships right now- Violent Tendencies. We've beaten every other team here that we've faced in an actual wrestling match. The two of you may want to paint yourselves as the two most dangerous men in this company, but maybe you haven't considered the fact that for all of your accolades, the only reason we haven't beaten you is because our paths have yet to cross. Friday night, that changes."
"We are the best tag team on this planet! We are coming into this match hungry and in our element, not yours'. We have something to prove. We are at a decided disadvantage in terms of training and preparation. The one advantage we have, however, is we have absolutely nothing to lose. That fact alone makes us the two most dangerous men in this match. The pressure is on the two of you to beat us because nearly everyone already expects us to be beaten by you. But the way we see it, you're the underdogs in this match because we believe in our own abilities."
Marchand cryptically adds, "And we may not know your move going in, but we know ours. Being that the two of you have been where we are, you should understand the threat that presents. You should know the hunger, and how far that will push a competitor."
Reinhart runs his thumb across his throat, emphatically ending it with his catchphrase: "Prepare to get clipped."