Post by TheLostBoys on May 28, 2017 5:18:05 GMT
Though the drive from Dayton to Columbus was only a bit longer than an hour the prevailing awkward silence between Sam and Dean made it that much longer. It wasn't until they had hit Interstate 70 East that Sam finally built up the courage to try.
"Alright. So what's our game plan for the Pay-Per-View?"
"Game plan?"
"Yeah. You know for the massive match we have coming up."
"Hm. We go in. Beat the other guys and one of us gets the win. That way we can secure a shot at Tag-Titles IF the company ever actually introduces them and validates the underappreciated likes of us. That's all there is to it. So wake me when we get to the hotel."
Dean declined his chair and dropped some sunglasses over his eyes, in an attempt to catch a nap.
"No. Mate. Come on. That's not 'all there is to it', and you know it. So lets talk this through."
Not for the first time Sam was beginning to think that maybe awkward silence would have been a better alternative.
"Talk what through? I don't see how this is going to be any different. We may not be tag partners in this but that doesn't mean we can't fight on a united front. In this we have a advantage. So let's just roll with that. Unless you're going to tell me that you bought into Devlin's crap and are interested in finding out who's the better between us. Cause if so. Tell me now."
"What? No, of course not. But-"
"Alright then. We're all good. Wake me when we get there."
"Dean..."
"What? What is it?"
Sam took a long and exaggerated breath.
"Don't make me do this.."
"Do what? Just spit it out already."
"What's going on with you?"
There was a long, drawn out pause.
"With me? What do you mean?"
"You've changed. You're getting careless and irresponsible. And you're clearly not yourself."
"Oh really? Does it remind you of someone? Perhaps you should look in a mirror sometime and you MAY understand who it is I see when I look in a mirror."
And with that final burn Dean return to his attempted nap. Leaving Sam to think of the implications of that last comment.
It all made sense now. Dean was turning into Sam...
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The camera comes into focus, revealing what appears to be a darkened room. In the centre of the room and thus the view of the camera are two chairs, placed back to back. In those chairs are Sam Braxton, facing towards the camera with a dim light shining down to reveal his face, whilst Dean Coulter sits behind, facing away from his partner and thus he camera, barely visible through the penumbra of the light and it's shadows.
"Our lives are only ever made up of a jumbled collection of defining moments. And it is how we conduct ourselves in those moments that moulds us into the people we become. Night of the Immortals will be one of those moments for the Lost Boys. The Joker in the Pack is a match that tries so hard to pull Dean and I apart. To succumb to personal desires and aspirations. But there is no temptation, or unanswered challenge, greater than our Crusade. What you all don’t realise is this match, and it’s vaunted prize, offers a very unique opportunity for the Lost Boys. With that promise of a future championship, regardless of the belt we shall topple the stifling IWF regime. By holding onto that promise we shall deny the undeserving and uninspired. From day one we have promised to free you from your narrow-minded ignorance and reveal to you what true competitors can offer. Night of the Immortals is the night we shall deliver on our promise and at last the pathetic sycophants shall see the light! We are here to save you! But to do so we need to doom all those that stand in our way."
"Will Fennel. Mate, I'm going to be straight with you. I am sick and tired of hearing, let alone speaking your name. Selfish drongos like you are the reason there is a severe lack of prestige and faith in great tag-teams. Turning your back on your partner, and your own brother, to seek personal glory. It’s just not on. Frankly, if I can leave the Horseshoe stadium having directly prevented you from winning. Then I can leave a happy and proud man. No one needs embarrassments like you gaining any level of prominence or celebrity in this business. And I am totally fair dinkum.”
“Ryan Shane. You remain what you will always be. The littlest fish in a tank full of hungry sharks. Your goals may be admirable, and you may be adamant of your determination in achieving greater things then your first run with the IWF. But I hate to be the one to tell you this…well not really…but you only get one second chance. And it was all used up. Blokes like you, those who are incapable of taking that final step, of doing whatever is necessary to win, and damn the consequences, will never get very far. So I hope you are content t be the mediocre shell you have always been. Because that will be your lot in life.”
“Devlin Raine. I find your feeble attempts to get in our heads the biggest joke of all. And you may not realise it but it tells me a lot more about you then you may realise. It shows that know you are incapable of beating Dean or I and so you resort to petty mind-games in a hope to sow doubt and insecurity. But trust me. We are beyond such things and I will be more than happy to surprise you at the pay-per-view.”
“James Gilmore. Honestly I hope you took something away from our little lesson to you last week. You should be thanking us, cause such lessons generally don’t come cheap. The fact is you represent everything that I wrong with the world. Everything that we will overcome ad conquer. I can’t wait to see your face the moment you realise the depth of your failure. When OUTSIDERS, FOREIGNERS, have summarily beaten you. No matter what kind of wall you hope to build, we shall break down. And that is going to be most satisfying.”
“So last and the very least there is Derek Brooks. Mate, your another name I haven’t had to care about until now. And even then I barely care. You try to make yourself out to be the Total Package, the Be All and End All of pro-wrestling competitors. But as far as I am concerned. You have been weighed. You have been measured. And you have been found desperately wanting. As have the rest of you. The truth of the matter is despite the stipulation of this match forcing the Lost Boys to separate. Despite outside forces constantly trying to tear us apart. Dean and I will not falter. The first true step into our Crusade looms above us. And tough I will admit some personal vendettas and grudges that will need to be sated, in the end, as the bell rings at the end of the ladder match it will be either Dean or I standing at the top. Regardless of either outcome the Lost Boys win!”
“United we shall rise. Divided you all will fall!”
"Alright. So what's our game plan for the Pay-Per-View?"
"Game plan?"
"Yeah. You know for the massive match we have coming up."
"Hm. We go in. Beat the other guys and one of us gets the win. That way we can secure a shot at Tag-Titles IF the company ever actually introduces them and validates the underappreciated likes of us. That's all there is to it. So wake me when we get to the hotel."
Dean declined his chair and dropped some sunglasses over his eyes, in an attempt to catch a nap.
"No. Mate. Come on. That's not 'all there is to it', and you know it. So lets talk this through."
Not for the first time Sam was beginning to think that maybe awkward silence would have been a better alternative.
"Talk what through? I don't see how this is going to be any different. We may not be tag partners in this but that doesn't mean we can't fight on a united front. In this we have a advantage. So let's just roll with that. Unless you're going to tell me that you bought into Devlin's crap and are interested in finding out who's the better between us. Cause if so. Tell me now."
"What? No, of course not. But-"
"Alright then. We're all good. Wake me when we get there."
"Dean..."
"What? What is it?"
Sam took a long and exaggerated breath.
"Don't make me do this.."
"Do what? Just spit it out already."
"What's going on with you?"
There was a long, drawn out pause.
"With me? What do you mean?"
"You've changed. You're getting careless and irresponsible. And you're clearly not yourself."
"Oh really? Does it remind you of someone? Perhaps you should look in a mirror sometime and you MAY understand who it is I see when I look in a mirror."
And with that final burn Dean return to his attempted nap. Leaving Sam to think of the implications of that last comment.
It all made sense now. Dean was turning into Sam...
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The camera comes into focus, revealing what appears to be a darkened room. In the centre of the room and thus the view of the camera are two chairs, placed back to back. In those chairs are Sam Braxton, facing towards the camera with a dim light shining down to reveal his face, whilst Dean Coulter sits behind, facing away from his partner and thus he camera, barely visible through the penumbra of the light and it's shadows.
"Our lives are only ever made up of a jumbled collection of defining moments. And it is how we conduct ourselves in those moments that moulds us into the people we become. Night of the Immortals will be one of those moments for the Lost Boys. The Joker in the Pack is a match that tries so hard to pull Dean and I apart. To succumb to personal desires and aspirations. But there is no temptation, or unanswered challenge, greater than our Crusade. What you all don’t realise is this match, and it’s vaunted prize, offers a very unique opportunity for the Lost Boys. With that promise of a future championship, regardless of the belt we shall topple the stifling IWF regime. By holding onto that promise we shall deny the undeserving and uninspired. From day one we have promised to free you from your narrow-minded ignorance and reveal to you what true competitors can offer. Night of the Immortals is the night we shall deliver on our promise and at last the pathetic sycophants shall see the light! We are here to save you! But to do so we need to doom all those that stand in our way."
"Will Fennel. Mate, I'm going to be straight with you. I am sick and tired of hearing, let alone speaking your name. Selfish drongos like you are the reason there is a severe lack of prestige and faith in great tag-teams. Turning your back on your partner, and your own brother, to seek personal glory. It’s just not on. Frankly, if I can leave the Horseshoe stadium having directly prevented you from winning. Then I can leave a happy and proud man. No one needs embarrassments like you gaining any level of prominence or celebrity in this business. And I am totally fair dinkum.”
“Ryan Shane. You remain what you will always be. The littlest fish in a tank full of hungry sharks. Your goals may be admirable, and you may be adamant of your determination in achieving greater things then your first run with the IWF. But I hate to be the one to tell you this…well not really…but you only get one second chance. And it was all used up. Blokes like you, those who are incapable of taking that final step, of doing whatever is necessary to win, and damn the consequences, will never get very far. So I hope you are content t be the mediocre shell you have always been. Because that will be your lot in life.”
“Devlin Raine. I find your feeble attempts to get in our heads the biggest joke of all. And you may not realise it but it tells me a lot more about you then you may realise. It shows that know you are incapable of beating Dean or I and so you resort to petty mind-games in a hope to sow doubt and insecurity. But trust me. We are beyond such things and I will be more than happy to surprise you at the pay-per-view.”
“James Gilmore. Honestly I hope you took something away from our little lesson to you last week. You should be thanking us, cause such lessons generally don’t come cheap. The fact is you represent everything that I wrong with the world. Everything that we will overcome ad conquer. I can’t wait to see your face the moment you realise the depth of your failure. When OUTSIDERS, FOREIGNERS, have summarily beaten you. No matter what kind of wall you hope to build, we shall break down. And that is going to be most satisfying.”
“So last and the very least there is Derek Brooks. Mate, your another name I haven’t had to care about until now. And even then I barely care. You try to make yourself out to be the Total Package, the Be All and End All of pro-wrestling competitors. But as far as I am concerned. You have been weighed. You have been measured. And you have been found desperately wanting. As have the rest of you. The truth of the matter is despite the stipulation of this match forcing the Lost Boys to separate. Despite outside forces constantly trying to tear us apart. Dean and I will not falter. The first true step into our Crusade looms above us. And tough I will admit some personal vendettas and grudges that will need to be sated, in the end, as the bell rings at the end of the ladder match it will be either Dean or I standing at the top. Regardless of either outcome the Lost Boys win!”
“United we shall rise. Divided you all will fall!”
Well howdy there pardner.