Post by Press1269 on Apr 27, 2020 20:45:05 GMT
The scene opens up backstage where The BombTrax are standing in their locker room. They are already in their ring gear with the IPW Tag Team Championships around their waists. Press is standing rigid, stoically looking slightly up at the ceiling while Youth runs in place, excitement clear in his eyes. He turns to look up at his partner with a grin.
Youth: Can you feel it, Big Man?
Press nods silently, still looking off into space. Youth turns his attention directly to the camera.
Youth: I know I can feel it. I bet Jason Dave and Scott Wilson can feel it. This is the calm right before the storm. That moment in any professional athletes life where the big bout is before them and they are nothing but a jumble of nerves and adrenaline. Anticipation so thick to get out there and perform with God given talent that you it's pliable. A thing you can touch and taste. Its intoxicating. Thrilling, rousing, stirring, stimulating, galvanizing, invigora--
Press: Dude...
Youth pauses to find that Press is no longer looking off into space but right at him, and with a twirl of his finger he motions to get on with it. Youth sighs, shaking his head. No one ever appreciated a good round with the thesaurus.
Youth: Anyways, you get the picture, right guys? This is your moment. This is the chance you get to go out there and shine and do everything within your power to take these IPW Tag Team Championships from around our waists! Only...
Youth allows the boyish grin to fill up the camera.
Youth: It's not going to happen. See, we may have been letting on a little bit guys. All that stuff I said before is exactly how you two feel, but for us...this is just another day in the office and you two are just a few more bodies we get to toss on the IPW bonfire.
Wink.
Youth: Because at the end of the day, that victory over me last Chaos didn't mean shit. So what, you bought yourself another championship opportunity. HELLOOOO!
Youth pauses to roll his eyes.
Youth: The only thing you earned is a one way ticket to defeat, cause you are taking on two of the meanest, nastiest, sumbitches around. Don't believe me? Ask Staci Herveaux. Ask Brianna Rissi. Ask Astrid Samson. Ask Captain All-Star. Ask Mike freakin' Mason. We've left a trail of bodies since stepping into this place that would make the Spanish Flu proud, and after tonight you can add Jason Dave and Scott Wilson to that list. Cause guys, big show or not, we don't sweat it. You're all the same to us.
With that, Youth smirks before stepping out of frame towards the door as Press finally looks to the camera.
Press: Don't take it too personally guys. We're only assholes if it isn't true. Go on...come to that ring and prove us wrong.
With a guttural laugh full of confidence, Press follows his partner out of frame just before the camera cuts back to ringside.
Youth: Can you feel it, Big Man?
Press nods silently, still looking off into space. Youth turns his attention directly to the camera.
Youth: I know I can feel it. I bet Jason Dave and Scott Wilson can feel it. This is the calm right before the storm. That moment in any professional athletes life where the big bout is before them and they are nothing but a jumble of nerves and adrenaline. Anticipation so thick to get out there and perform with God given talent that you it's pliable. A thing you can touch and taste. Its intoxicating. Thrilling, rousing, stirring, stimulating, galvanizing, invigora--
Press: Dude...
Youth pauses to find that Press is no longer looking off into space but right at him, and with a twirl of his finger he motions to get on with it. Youth sighs, shaking his head. No one ever appreciated a good round with the thesaurus.
Youth: Anyways, you get the picture, right guys? This is your moment. This is the chance you get to go out there and shine and do everything within your power to take these IPW Tag Team Championships from around our waists! Only...
Youth allows the boyish grin to fill up the camera.
Youth: It's not going to happen. See, we may have been letting on a little bit guys. All that stuff I said before is exactly how you two feel, but for us...this is just another day in the office and you two are just a few more bodies we get to toss on the IPW bonfire.
Wink.
Youth: Because at the end of the day, that victory over me last Chaos didn't mean shit. So what, you bought yourself another championship opportunity. HELLOOOO!
Youth pauses to roll his eyes.
Youth: The only thing you earned is a one way ticket to defeat, cause you are taking on two of the meanest, nastiest, sumbitches around. Don't believe me? Ask Staci Herveaux. Ask Brianna Rissi. Ask Astrid Samson. Ask Captain All-Star. Ask Mike freakin' Mason. We've left a trail of bodies since stepping into this place that would make the Spanish Flu proud, and after tonight you can add Jason Dave and Scott Wilson to that list. Cause guys, big show or not, we don't sweat it. You're all the same to us.
With that, Youth smirks before stepping out of frame towards the door as Press finally looks to the camera.
Press: Don't take it too personally guys. We're only assholes if it isn't true. Go on...come to that ring and prove us wrong.
With a guttural laugh full of confidence, Press follows his partner out of frame just before the camera cuts back to ringside.