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| You Know How I Know You're Badd Breed?; -=Breed=- | |
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| Willie | May 25 2017, 05:29 AM Post #1 |
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We're in the Breed camp, which admittedly their locker room looks something akin to a punk or metal band's dressing room. Posters adorn the walls, weights and notebooks and clothes everywhere, but a couple of chairs are set up in front of a television set. Looks like their long film session is over, and theyre relaxing with some video games; Erik and Misery specifically. Valiente DARK is watching nearby. Doesn't really matter what theyre playing either; it's a lot of flashing and point scoring and I'm not really sure who's winning. Erik's the first one to speak, without looking at Misery or the camera as he's far too focused on the game. "Anarchy in the UK, guys. One of the biggest events in FIW's history and you two are entering the Panopticon to compete for the Tag Team belts. First time EVER that the Panopticon will house tag-teams. We got a big chance to hurt the Crew again, and maybe even permanently, if we embarrass 'em here. THAT'S gonna' be sweet." Silence from Misery, even though Erik looks over to hear an expected flippant comment from the man Bred For Combat. "...You guys got to make sure, especially if you're released early, to catch bodies and do it quickly. It's going to be a mess in there with so many people and I don't want you to lose track of each other. Wear...fuckin', I dunno', matching slap bracelets or something." Erik shrugs. He's not great at this whole strategy thing. The Breed has always very much been a group that sort of does things and reacts to whats in the ring. Misery smirks, his eyes still locked on the screen as he mashes away on the buttons and the screen boops accordingly. "You still think we're gonna' win though." Erik nods. Boop, boop. "Yeah, I expect it even. I know we're the underdogs because we're the newest team, and because of who the champions are; but people keep mistakin' me for somebody who gives a fuck about the odds. I never was good at gambling, and kicking Clay Krueger's ass is way too much fun." Misery speaks again. "Y'know how I know we're gonna' win?...Valiente was out there bumpin' on the loading dock for the ring truck an hour ago. Says he was practicing. Cuz' everywhere you hit, everywhere you land in that Panopticon, it's all steel, and it's all gonna fucking hurt. But that just leaves the Badd Breed to be able to be creative..The tag team division here, even though it's ALWAYS been good, is on a whole 'nother level." Erik grins, understanding this reference. "Y'know how I know we're gonna' win? Clay Krueger underestimates you two because you've never been in the Panopticon. He's been thinking good and careful about what a structure like this will do to all of you, and rightfully so. You and Val are gonna' get hurt in there, I'm just going to tell you now so you can accept that and live with it. This ain't got shit to do with what you understand about tag-team wrestling. It's going to be a fight, it's gonna' be an ugly, brutal, uncomfortable fight and you two are going to be in more pain than you think you've ever been in in your life. But pain is bullshit when you're gripping championship gold in your hand." Mizery again, who continues to stare straight ahead. "Know how I know we're gonna' win? Cuz NINJA: Blood Explosion Complex Dancehall Spectacular...or whatever they call themselves...THEY think they got the market cornered on violence. On depravity. On out of control fighting. Valiente's been fighting odds his entire wrestling career whether it's being the smallest guy in the match, whether it's one man alone against three, four, five guys. He's fought men over 400 pounds and men that have tried to rip his arm out of the socket and beat him to death with it, and even people who have set the man on fire and taken his mask and all it has done is Piss Him Off." Valiente's in the shot, although in the background, and a vile grin plays across the black and white painted lips. "And I am bred for combat. My entire life since I could walk has been fight, compete, dominate and win. Period. I don't know how to do anything else. REBEL does a fine job intimidating people because she's unpredictable, she's aggressive, she's...she's fuckin' nuts. No two ways around it. But Val and I are about the last people she or anybody else is going to intimidate in that match. We plan on leaving the Panopticon bloody, hurt, probably with a couple broken bones...but with the World Tag Team titles and, especially, making sure the Coulter Crew LOSES The World Tag Team titles. That happens?" Valiente now speaks up. "Then the misery, appropriately, is worth it." Fade. |
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