Post by Zasshu II on Jan 23, 2015 16:08:03 GMT
She stood in the shadows of the locker room as the two brothers stared at this icy blued eyes vixen dressed in a black leather jacket and tank top with dark blue jeans and a pair of women’s combat boots. Eddie ran his hand over his bald head and down his long knarly beard. Frank pulled off his confederate bandana as Tara just regarded them both.
Tara: I understand your discontent.
Eddie: Discontent!? Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me!?
She sighed as Eddie was visibly frustrated over all Angel had made him endure.
Tara: No, I’m not.
Eddie: That mother fucker tortured me! He tortured my girl! He put my brother and I through hell an you expect us to keep saddlin’ up with that psycho!?
Tara: He gave you everything he promised, he never said there wouldn’t be sacrifices.
Eddie stepped dangerously close to Tara s Frank reached out for his shoulder to restrain his brother.
Eddie: Sacrifices? I know about sacrifices. I know about sleepin’ in the back of my car between shows, not seein’ my family, I know about wrestlin’ one night in Japan and the next in England with no goddamn sleep! That’s sacrifice. What that mother fucker does is sick!
Tara reached out and lightly stroked the side of Eddie’s face.
Tara: Oh Eddie, you’re so simple it’s sweet.
He just snarled at her while Frank kept a tentative hand on his shoulder to pull him back if need be.
Tara: Angel has made you stronger, better. He rid you of that easily corrupted whore.
Eddie: Don’t’ you fuckin’ talk about Rachel that way.
Tara: He brought you and your brother closer together.
Eddie: Yeah, really quality family time.
Tara: Tell me, Frank, do you agree with Eddie, do you see everything Angel has done to you in such a dark light?
Frank hesitated and pulled his hand away from Eddie as his brother looked at him.
Frank: I mean, he’s a sumbitch for sure… But-
Eddie: Frank, ya fuckin’ serious!?
Frank: He made us champions, he kept me clean, hell man, he got us our jobs back…
Eddie: At what cost!?
Frank: Look man, I’m just sayin’ she’s not wrong.
Eddie: Ten fuckin’ minutes ago you were talkin’ like you wanted to ditch the fucker, now you’re defendin’ him?
Frank sighed and looked to Tara who gave him a slight smile.
Frank: What I’m sayin’ is he got us our jobs, our belts, he made us fuckin’ stars… And even without his title or position he clearly still has friends in high places…
Eddie: So fuckin’ what? He’s got some asshole willin’ to bail his ass out.
Tara reaches for Eddie to get his attention.
Tara: More than that Eddie. We’ve got the power to make IWF into whatever we wish. I know you believe in brutality, like Angel does, I know you’re tired of listening to all the pathetic cry babies on this roster, I know you just want your opportunity to prove how good you are. We don’t want to take any of that from you. We want you to be you.
He looked at her cross for a moment and then back to Frank.
Eddie: What do ya think?
Frank: I think if he wants us to believe in him then he needs to believe in us.
Tara simply smiled as a dark figure stepped out of the shadows behind the brother, Angel Blake, dressed in black, his hair tied back and aviators covering his eyes.
Angel: I believe in you.
Scars and Stripes, damn boys I love that name, too bad it don’t stand for shit as Mason St. Croix is a yella belly piece of garbage and Killian Creed is another delusional drunk!
Clever fuckin’ play on words none the less. Gotta give you boys credit where it’s due, ya come a long way from being mindless cogs in the machine.
Too bad ya little revolution against the Age of X is for nothin’ in the end because the Brothers Black are gonna reality check yo bitch asses with double steel chair shots up the side of you fuckin’ ugly heads!
We the longest reigning tag champions of all time! Say what ya want about title defenses, it ain’t our fault we ran every fuckin’ team outta dodge!
Technically it is.
Well in that case our bein’ the best is pretty goddamn undisputed because as far as we’re concerned we beat all the competition to get these belts and held onto them with a stone cold grip. Now ya fancy mother fuckers think ya can step into our ring and take’em?
As Frank would say, NUH UH!
These our belts, that’s our ring and the IWF is the fuckin’ domain of the Age of X. You boys ain’t nothin’ but wee lil’ bitches for us to stomp on.
Hell yeah and that’s exactly what’s gonna happen. Ya lil’ fuckin’ road to redemption is gonna hit a brick fuckin’ wall of Brothers Black. We’re gonna drop both ya asses like a bad habit an when we done you gonna know ya done fucked with the wrong people.
Ya been barkin’ up the wrong tree for months. Thinkin’ ya lil’ alliance means a damn thing to God or our Age but the truth of the matter is ya just fuckin; insects!
Lil’ annoyin’ pests for us to squash on our way to the hall of fame baby!
Cause that’s where greatness goes, an us? We great. We the greatest tag team that’s ever lived, ever set foot in a ring, we so goddamn great that Roberto Verona shut down our division and left us to dominate in singles competition.
And that didn’t even stop us from stompin’ the shit outta any two people dumb enough to tag against us.
But it’s damn nice to see tag wrestlin’ makin’ a come back in IWF, I was startin’ to worry there would never be anyone dumb enough to challenge us again. Lucky us you two knuckleheads found each other.
Lucky for us. See we can only proclaim out greatness for so goddamn long before people start to disbelieve it. An if there is one thing the Age of X don’t do it’s disbelievin’! Ya may not like what we stand for an honestly I could give a shit less but what ya don’t do is question us!
Ya’ll seen what God is capable of, ya’ll know how goddamn dangerous he is! An still ya’ll stand around like brainless fuckin’ sheep spewin’ the same crap week after week.
Damn near everyone has stepped to us and damn near everyone has gotten knocked the fuck down! Ya’ll just two more names on the list.
An it’s sad, really, that Mason would go side up with an alcoholic loser like Killain Creed to take us. Mason, who had a free ride to the top of the damn roster, man of steel champion when he ran with God! Now look at ya?
I used to respect ya for your service to our country but seein’ the fuckin’ whinin’ wreck you’ve become just makes me sick. It’s two faced wishy washy bitches like yaself why the world don’t fear America no more.
God never said conquerin’ the world was gonna be easy!
But he did promise you success, greatness, he promised you a place by his side as he reigned supreme over the division! Now ya just standin’ there, no title, no place, a bitch as hoe by ya side lookin’ for table scraps.
Go beg at another table bitch, there ain’t no seat for you here among champions!
And as for Creed, ask yaself how long before that piss ant gives up an walks away again? How long before it’s too hard an he cries himself back to a dingy hotel room an a bottle of Jack? How long before he leaves you high and fuckin’ dry an you right back to where ya was?
Ya keep poor company as far as we’re concerned.
Specially if ya’ll lookin’ to take our tag team titles because we ain’t gonnna go easy. We ain’t just gonna roll over and die so Scar and Stripes can have their fuckin’ day.
NUH UH! We gonna open the most vicious can of whoop ass ya’ll have ever seen. The fuckin’ ring is gonna look like a car wreck when we’re one with ya. Bodies and blood everywhere, cryin’ children and mothers, ya fuckin’ loved ones ain’t even gonna be able to recognize you!
Maybe that dirty skank Creed rolls with will part her legs for ya both after you get out of the hospital? Maybe she’ll stroke ya fractured fuckin’ skulls while ya mend and reconsider your lives? Maybe, just maybe she’ll lie to ya’ll an say it’s gonna be alright. But it ain’t ever gonna be alright.
Nah cause we gonna cause permanent fuckin’ damage that you won’t be able to just heal from. We gonna make it a point to show the IW fuckin’ F that we are the best goddamn tag team in the world today. Ya gonna be the example to makes the point!
Ya’ll wanna step to the Brothers Black, to the Age of X and think ya’ll stand a chance. You’ve got another thing comin’ because boys, we gonna fuck you up.
This is our division! We’re takin’ it all and leavin’ nothin’ for anybody else!
Ya’ll just a couple bitch ass dogs that we gonna put down.
Mercy kill, bitch.
Tara: I understand your discontent.
Eddie: Discontent!? Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me!?
She sighed as Eddie was visibly frustrated over all Angel had made him endure.
Tara: No, I’m not.
Eddie: That mother fucker tortured me! He tortured my girl! He put my brother and I through hell an you expect us to keep saddlin’ up with that psycho!?
Tara: He gave you everything he promised, he never said there wouldn’t be sacrifices.
Eddie stepped dangerously close to Tara s Frank reached out for his shoulder to restrain his brother.
Eddie: Sacrifices? I know about sacrifices. I know about sleepin’ in the back of my car between shows, not seein’ my family, I know about wrestlin’ one night in Japan and the next in England with no goddamn sleep! That’s sacrifice. What that mother fucker does is sick!
Tara reached out and lightly stroked the side of Eddie’s face.
Tara: Oh Eddie, you’re so simple it’s sweet.
He just snarled at her while Frank kept a tentative hand on his shoulder to pull him back if need be.
Tara: Angel has made you stronger, better. He rid you of that easily corrupted whore.
Eddie: Don’t’ you fuckin’ talk about Rachel that way.
Tara: He brought you and your brother closer together.
Eddie: Yeah, really quality family time.
Tara: Tell me, Frank, do you agree with Eddie, do you see everything Angel has done to you in such a dark light?
Frank hesitated and pulled his hand away from Eddie as his brother looked at him.
Frank: I mean, he’s a sumbitch for sure… But-
Eddie: Frank, ya fuckin’ serious!?
Frank: He made us champions, he kept me clean, hell man, he got us our jobs back…
Eddie: At what cost!?
Frank: Look man, I’m just sayin’ she’s not wrong.
Eddie: Ten fuckin’ minutes ago you were talkin’ like you wanted to ditch the fucker, now you’re defendin’ him?
Frank sighed and looked to Tara who gave him a slight smile.
Frank: What I’m sayin’ is he got us our jobs, our belts, he made us fuckin’ stars… And even without his title or position he clearly still has friends in high places…
Eddie: So fuckin’ what? He’s got some asshole willin’ to bail his ass out.
Tara reaches for Eddie to get his attention.
Tara: More than that Eddie. We’ve got the power to make IWF into whatever we wish. I know you believe in brutality, like Angel does, I know you’re tired of listening to all the pathetic cry babies on this roster, I know you just want your opportunity to prove how good you are. We don’t want to take any of that from you. We want you to be you.
He looked at her cross for a moment and then back to Frank.
Eddie: What do ya think?
Frank: I think if he wants us to believe in him then he needs to believe in us.
Tara simply smiled as a dark figure stepped out of the shadows behind the brother, Angel Blake, dressed in black, his hair tied back and aviators covering his eyes.
Angel: I believe in you.
Scars and Stripes, damn boys I love that name, too bad it don’t stand for shit as Mason St. Croix is a yella belly piece of garbage and Killian Creed is another delusional drunk!
Clever fuckin’ play on words none the less. Gotta give you boys credit where it’s due, ya come a long way from being mindless cogs in the machine.
Too bad ya little revolution against the Age of X is for nothin’ in the end because the Brothers Black are gonna reality check yo bitch asses with double steel chair shots up the side of you fuckin’ ugly heads!
We the longest reigning tag champions of all time! Say what ya want about title defenses, it ain’t our fault we ran every fuckin’ team outta dodge!
Technically it is.
Well in that case our bein’ the best is pretty goddamn undisputed because as far as we’re concerned we beat all the competition to get these belts and held onto them with a stone cold grip. Now ya fancy mother fuckers think ya can step into our ring and take’em?
As Frank would say, NUH UH!
These our belts, that’s our ring and the IWF is the fuckin’ domain of the Age of X. You boys ain’t nothin’ but wee lil’ bitches for us to stomp on.
Hell yeah and that’s exactly what’s gonna happen. Ya lil’ fuckin’ road to redemption is gonna hit a brick fuckin’ wall of Brothers Black. We’re gonna drop both ya asses like a bad habit an when we done you gonna know ya done fucked with the wrong people.
Ya been barkin’ up the wrong tree for months. Thinkin’ ya lil’ alliance means a damn thing to God or our Age but the truth of the matter is ya just fuckin; insects!
Lil’ annoyin’ pests for us to squash on our way to the hall of fame baby!
Cause that’s where greatness goes, an us? We great. We the greatest tag team that’s ever lived, ever set foot in a ring, we so goddamn great that Roberto Verona shut down our division and left us to dominate in singles competition.
And that didn’t even stop us from stompin’ the shit outta any two people dumb enough to tag against us.
But it’s damn nice to see tag wrestlin’ makin’ a come back in IWF, I was startin’ to worry there would never be anyone dumb enough to challenge us again. Lucky us you two knuckleheads found each other.
Lucky for us. See we can only proclaim out greatness for so goddamn long before people start to disbelieve it. An if there is one thing the Age of X don’t do it’s disbelievin’! Ya may not like what we stand for an honestly I could give a shit less but what ya don’t do is question us!
Ya’ll seen what God is capable of, ya’ll know how goddamn dangerous he is! An still ya’ll stand around like brainless fuckin’ sheep spewin’ the same crap week after week.
Damn near everyone has stepped to us and damn near everyone has gotten knocked the fuck down! Ya’ll just two more names on the list.
An it’s sad, really, that Mason would go side up with an alcoholic loser like Killain Creed to take us. Mason, who had a free ride to the top of the damn roster, man of steel champion when he ran with God! Now look at ya?
I used to respect ya for your service to our country but seein’ the fuckin’ whinin’ wreck you’ve become just makes me sick. It’s two faced wishy washy bitches like yaself why the world don’t fear America no more.
God never said conquerin’ the world was gonna be easy!
But he did promise you success, greatness, he promised you a place by his side as he reigned supreme over the division! Now ya just standin’ there, no title, no place, a bitch as hoe by ya side lookin’ for table scraps.
Go beg at another table bitch, there ain’t no seat for you here among champions!
And as for Creed, ask yaself how long before that piss ant gives up an walks away again? How long before it’s too hard an he cries himself back to a dingy hotel room an a bottle of Jack? How long before he leaves you high and fuckin’ dry an you right back to where ya was?
Ya keep poor company as far as we’re concerned.
Specially if ya’ll lookin’ to take our tag team titles because we ain’t gonnna go easy. We ain’t just gonna roll over and die so Scar and Stripes can have their fuckin’ day.
NUH UH! We gonna open the most vicious can of whoop ass ya’ll have ever seen. The fuckin’ ring is gonna look like a car wreck when we’re one with ya. Bodies and blood everywhere, cryin’ children and mothers, ya fuckin’ loved ones ain’t even gonna be able to recognize you!
Maybe that dirty skank Creed rolls with will part her legs for ya both after you get out of the hospital? Maybe she’ll stroke ya fractured fuckin’ skulls while ya mend and reconsider your lives? Maybe, just maybe she’ll lie to ya’ll an say it’s gonna be alright. But it ain’t ever gonna be alright.
Nah cause we gonna cause permanent fuckin’ damage that you won’t be able to just heal from. We gonna make it a point to show the IW fuckin’ F that we are the best goddamn tag team in the world today. Ya gonna be the example to makes the point!
Ya’ll wanna step to the Brothers Black, to the Age of X and think ya’ll stand a chance. You’ve got another thing comin’ because boys, we gonna fuck you up.
This is our division! We’re takin’ it all and leavin’ nothin’ for anybody else!
Ya’ll just a couple bitch ass dogs that we gonna put down.
Mercy kill, bitch.
Well howdy there pardner.