Post by ADudeFromCLE on Sept 22, 2016 3:51:02 GMT
KIWA's private locker room just after Sacrifice went off the air. Victoria Kaos the new PR manager for KIWA is standing in the middle of the empty locker room typing away at her phone when the door slams open and storms in Chris Fenell one half of the KIWA World Tag Team Champions The Redneck Reengages, Will enters in more calmly just a few seconds later
Chris: What the shit was that! Where's James!?
Victoria: JFK has already left for the night.
Chris: What the shit Victoria! Since when are we hit men for Howlett!?
She never looks up from her phone, but she reaches into her pock and pulls out a check and hands it to Chris.
Victoria: Since they cut checks like this one, here your cut.
Chris doesn’t even look at the check he just snatches it out of her hand and tosses it to the floor, Will watches it drop.
Chris: Fuck that we don't work for Howlett Vic, not now not ever!
Will bends over and picks up the check, his eyes go wide when he sees the number on it.
Victoria: No, you work for KIWA and this is the match we have gotten you so this is the match you will wrestle. Listen Chris I know you better than most, and I know you don't agree with this because you are not seeing the big picture right now but please, trust James, and if you can't, trust me. And if you don't want to do it for the payday, or the chance to say you knocked off a Hall of Famer, then do it for our niece, do it for Anna who Steve Asshole made cry.
Will starts heading to the door.
Will: I'll do it no problem.
Chris: Where the fuck are you going?
Will is already out the door and heading towards the hallway.
Will:.....ta cash dis check before ya done fuck it up for us.
Chris turns back to Victoria. She's now looking him dead in the eye.
Victoria: This isn’t about KIWA, this isn’t about House of Howlett, hell it's not even about the money Chris, JFK agree for you guys to do this to avenge his family, your family, OUR family, and to take a piece out of Steve's ass for Anna. Everything else is just icing on the cake.
Chris takes a deep breath and sighs.
Chris: He's probably already spent half that check anyways so... fine, we'll do it, but after Extreme Endurance we are going to have a long hard talk about what it is we do for KIWA and what KIWA does for us. We agreed to do this with Jim because we are family, but we will not become his puppets. But we'll do the match, we'll beat Steve Assholes butt into the ground and we will make him pay for what he did.
She grins and kisses him on the cheek.
Victoria: Good that makes me happy. I'll see you tonight?
She gives him a wink and walks out of the room before he can answer, Chris just stairs at the door shaking his head.
Brooklyn Bridge Park Pier 2, red basketball court. We see the brothers Will and Chris Fenell playing some full court basketball with some locals. They are currently on defense, Will defending the paint, Chris at the top of the key defending the other teams point guard. The man Chris is defending shoots the ball, it's a contested shot and way off, comes bouncing off the rim. Will even though being a shorter man uses his lower center of gravity to box out his man hard and leaps to gather the rebound, Chris is already taking off toward the other end of the court and Will flings the ball in a bounce pass with a bit of a twist that when it hits the ground it bounces and curves to land just in Chris's hands as he gets to the 3 point line, he takes one dribble, two steps and leaps into the air, coming down with a thunderous Russell Westbrook type two handed dunk over the idiot that tried to chase him down and block him. Everyone in the park goes crazy.
"Ball game bitches!"
The brothers give high fives and dabs to their teammates and the other players before gathering their stuff, Will tosses a one of their Redneck Renegade rally towels up over his head, both men shirtless and wearing baggy basketball shorts. They make their way over to the camera as Chris takes a big swig from his water bottle.
"First off, Smiles clan."
Both brothers gulf clap.
"Congrats, yall done did something most other teams only dream of doin, you done beat us."
"Is what it is, y'all done won."
"We have plans this week boy's but be warned, we will be lookin ta get it back. And we are fighting champions so ya know what, yall done beat the champs yall done get a championship match."
"Name the time and place fuck boys and we'll be der wit da titles and will be more than happy to defend em against ya freaks. But let it be known clowns, yall might have beaten us once, but losing, aint something we make a habit of.”
"But that's a later date, this week we got a date with an old friend."
"Ain't no fuckin friend of mine, never was."
Chris looks over to his brother and nods in agreement.
"We told James he was no good, I have no idea why he let him get so close, why he let him be part of the familia but he did and we respected dat but."
"But ya done fucked up boy."
"You really did Steve, but that's the story of your life aint it? Fuckin up? Everything you touch turns ta shit. I mean for the life of me I have no idea why anyone would make you the face of their franchise when all you do is run em into the ground."
Will looks pissed.
"And he done made my niece cry."
"That he did, that he did my brother and for that Steve, we are going to make you cry."
They both nod in agreement.
"Ima' going to drop dat lil bitch boy square on his dome."
"Howlett, as much as we don't like them, they did pay us a pretty penny to take this match, and granted I didn't like it at first, because I don't like being used as someone else’s puppet. But when they told us it was YOU? Well, that made swallowing the pill just a bit easier."
"The 6 numbers in dat check didn't hurt neither."
"No it really didn't. And as I mentioned before, this isnt about KIWA, this isnt about HoH this is about family, this is about a little girl who loved you like an uncle and how you turned your back on the one that actually gave a damn about you. We heard you had money problems."
"Not a surprise"
"You could have come to James he would have been more than happy to help you out, hell you could have come to US and even though we never done liked you much, we would have helped you out because James thought of you as family, but ya didn't. Ya tried to handle shit your own way, and look what done happened boy. Ya fucked dat up too. And now you got yourself in this situation that what...this bitch Howlett she what? She owns you?"
Will shakes his head.
"Nuhuh, never. I ain't no slave."
"Naw, I can't even wrap my head around dat idea but here you are Steve, a slave to some bitch who is just going to use you up and toss you aside. But maybe, just maybe this is the best thing for you Steve, you seem a bit reluctant to be in HoH but maybe, just maybe ya should embrace it. Let someone else do da thinkin for ya cuz your sure as shit don't know what the fuck you doing."
"Dawg, he's a male bimbo whatcha expect? If he was a bitch he'd be that fine ass ho you take to the motel for the night then leave cab fare for in da morning as you ghost in the middle of the night. Good ta smash but sure as shit aint no wify material."
"I can see that, personally I wouldn’t touch him with your dick but hey, each his own."
"Wait...wut? Dawg, I ain't no.."
Chris cuts him off before he gets them into even more trouble with the Tumblr crowd.
"Point of the matter is dis Steve, you should embrace being in HoH because god knows that's where you thrive, being someone else bitch. And this week at Extreme Endurance at the Barclay Center in Brooklyn New York, we are going to make you OUR bitch."
"You going to be begging to clean my boots when I'm done with ya fuck boy"
"My brother here Steve, he's the best damn technical wrestler in the WORLD, and me, I'm the best high flyer this business has EVER seen. Combined? We are unstoppable. Now, not to discredit what you can do, you are one hell of an athlete Steve there is no denying that, but when it comes to measuring up to us? And in a 2 on 1 situation?"
"Let's just say ya aint tall enough to ride this ride."
"We are going to hurt you Steve, we are going to send you back to that locker room a broken and defeated man, we are going to send you crawling back to the HoH locker room and you can continue on with your new career in life."
"Being Howlett's little bitch boy."
"Do yourself a favor Steve. Don’t show up to Brooklyn. Take the L and save yourself, otherwise, you are gunna to get HURT."
Will goes all crazy wide eyed as he step up right in front of the camera.
"WHATCHA KNOW ABOUT THAT BIATCH!"
Will smacks the camera and it fades to black we can faintly hear Chris's voice as it fades out.
"They are going to start charging us for camera dude chill"
Chris: What the shit was that! Where's James!?
Victoria: JFK has already left for the night.
Chris: What the shit Victoria! Since when are we hit men for Howlett!?
She never looks up from her phone, but she reaches into her pock and pulls out a check and hands it to Chris.
Victoria: Since they cut checks like this one, here your cut.
Chris doesn’t even look at the check he just snatches it out of her hand and tosses it to the floor, Will watches it drop.
Chris: Fuck that we don't work for Howlett Vic, not now not ever!
Will bends over and picks up the check, his eyes go wide when he sees the number on it.
Victoria: No, you work for KIWA and this is the match we have gotten you so this is the match you will wrestle. Listen Chris I know you better than most, and I know you don't agree with this because you are not seeing the big picture right now but please, trust James, and if you can't, trust me. And if you don't want to do it for the payday, or the chance to say you knocked off a Hall of Famer, then do it for our niece, do it for Anna who Steve Asshole made cry.
Will starts heading to the door.
Will: I'll do it no problem.
Chris: Where the fuck are you going?
Will is already out the door and heading towards the hallway.
Will:.....ta cash dis check before ya done fuck it up for us.
Chris turns back to Victoria. She's now looking him dead in the eye.
Victoria: This isn’t about KIWA, this isn’t about House of Howlett, hell it's not even about the money Chris, JFK agree for you guys to do this to avenge his family, your family, OUR family, and to take a piece out of Steve's ass for Anna. Everything else is just icing on the cake.
Chris takes a deep breath and sighs.
Chris: He's probably already spent half that check anyways so... fine, we'll do it, but after Extreme Endurance we are going to have a long hard talk about what it is we do for KIWA and what KIWA does for us. We agreed to do this with Jim because we are family, but we will not become his puppets. But we'll do the match, we'll beat Steve Assholes butt into the ground and we will make him pay for what he did.
She grins and kisses him on the cheek.
Victoria: Good that makes me happy. I'll see you tonight?
She gives him a wink and walks out of the room before he can answer, Chris just stairs at the door shaking his head.
Brooklyn Bridge Park Pier 2, red basketball court. We see the brothers Will and Chris Fenell playing some full court basketball with some locals. They are currently on defense, Will defending the paint, Chris at the top of the key defending the other teams point guard. The man Chris is defending shoots the ball, it's a contested shot and way off, comes bouncing off the rim. Will even though being a shorter man uses his lower center of gravity to box out his man hard and leaps to gather the rebound, Chris is already taking off toward the other end of the court and Will flings the ball in a bounce pass with a bit of a twist that when it hits the ground it bounces and curves to land just in Chris's hands as he gets to the 3 point line, he takes one dribble, two steps and leaps into the air, coming down with a thunderous Russell Westbrook type two handed dunk over the idiot that tried to chase him down and block him. Everyone in the park goes crazy.
"Ball game bitches!"
The brothers give high fives and dabs to their teammates and the other players before gathering their stuff, Will tosses a one of their Redneck Renegade rally towels up over his head, both men shirtless and wearing baggy basketball shorts. They make their way over to the camera as Chris takes a big swig from his water bottle.
"First off, Smiles clan."
Both brothers gulf clap.
"Congrats, yall done did something most other teams only dream of doin, you done beat us."
"Is what it is, y'all done won."
"We have plans this week boy's but be warned, we will be lookin ta get it back. And we are fighting champions so ya know what, yall done beat the champs yall done get a championship match."
"Name the time and place fuck boys and we'll be der wit da titles and will be more than happy to defend em against ya freaks. But let it be known clowns, yall might have beaten us once, but losing, aint something we make a habit of.”
"But that's a later date, this week we got a date with an old friend."
"Ain't no fuckin friend of mine, never was."
Chris looks over to his brother and nods in agreement.
"We told James he was no good, I have no idea why he let him get so close, why he let him be part of the familia but he did and we respected dat but."
"But ya done fucked up boy."
"You really did Steve, but that's the story of your life aint it? Fuckin up? Everything you touch turns ta shit. I mean for the life of me I have no idea why anyone would make you the face of their franchise when all you do is run em into the ground."
Will looks pissed.
"And he done made my niece cry."
"That he did, that he did my brother and for that Steve, we are going to make you cry."
They both nod in agreement.
"Ima' going to drop dat lil bitch boy square on his dome."
"Howlett, as much as we don't like them, they did pay us a pretty penny to take this match, and granted I didn't like it at first, because I don't like being used as someone else’s puppet. But when they told us it was YOU? Well, that made swallowing the pill just a bit easier."
"The 6 numbers in dat check didn't hurt neither."
"No it really didn't. And as I mentioned before, this isnt about KIWA, this isnt about HoH this is about family, this is about a little girl who loved you like an uncle and how you turned your back on the one that actually gave a damn about you. We heard you had money problems."
"Not a surprise"
"You could have come to James he would have been more than happy to help you out, hell you could have come to US and even though we never done liked you much, we would have helped you out because James thought of you as family, but ya didn't. Ya tried to handle shit your own way, and look what done happened boy. Ya fucked dat up too. And now you got yourself in this situation that what...this bitch Howlett she what? She owns you?"
Will shakes his head.
"Nuhuh, never. I ain't no slave."
"Naw, I can't even wrap my head around dat idea but here you are Steve, a slave to some bitch who is just going to use you up and toss you aside. But maybe, just maybe this is the best thing for you Steve, you seem a bit reluctant to be in HoH but maybe, just maybe ya should embrace it. Let someone else do da thinkin for ya cuz your sure as shit don't know what the fuck you doing."
"Dawg, he's a male bimbo whatcha expect? If he was a bitch he'd be that fine ass ho you take to the motel for the night then leave cab fare for in da morning as you ghost in the middle of the night. Good ta smash but sure as shit aint no wify material."
"I can see that, personally I wouldn’t touch him with your dick but hey, each his own."
"Wait...wut? Dawg, I ain't no.."
Chris cuts him off before he gets them into even more trouble with the Tumblr crowd.
"Point of the matter is dis Steve, you should embrace being in HoH because god knows that's where you thrive, being someone else bitch. And this week at Extreme Endurance at the Barclay Center in Brooklyn New York, we are going to make you OUR bitch."
"You going to be begging to clean my boots when I'm done with ya fuck boy"
"My brother here Steve, he's the best damn technical wrestler in the WORLD, and me, I'm the best high flyer this business has EVER seen. Combined? We are unstoppable. Now, not to discredit what you can do, you are one hell of an athlete Steve there is no denying that, but when it comes to measuring up to us? And in a 2 on 1 situation?"
"Let's just say ya aint tall enough to ride this ride."
"We are going to hurt you Steve, we are going to send you back to that locker room a broken and defeated man, we are going to send you crawling back to the HoH locker room and you can continue on with your new career in life."
"Being Howlett's little bitch boy."
"Do yourself a favor Steve. Don’t show up to Brooklyn. Take the L and save yourself, otherwise, you are gunna to get HURT."
Will goes all crazy wide eyed as he step up right in front of the camera.
"WHATCHA KNOW ABOUT THAT BIATCH!"
Will smacks the camera and it fades to black we can faintly hear Chris's voice as it fades out.
"They are going to start charging us for camera dude chill"
Well howdy there pardner.