Tim Coleman: Well partner I just got word that the
CWA Tag Team champions are on their way to the ring to issue a challenge? This should be THRILling….
Clint Shepard: I can sense that sarcasm in your voice.
Tim Coleman: Yeah well I’m not a fan of what these guys have done, downright robbing all the teams here to remain champions.
Shepard: What are you babbling about? These guys have earned every victory they’ve gotten and they have the World Tag Team Titles to prove it.
Coleman: Be that as it man, I’m told the New Brotherhood should be out any min…..
*And as if on command the New Brotherhood’s music hits*
*”Holy Diver, you’ve been down too long in the midnight sea, OH what’s becoming of meeeee” followed by brief static and the intro to Rainbow In The Dark*
Shepard: And here they are, Kyle Crosby and The Guardian Devil are on their way. Would you listen to these fans?! They are come UNGLUED for the New Brotherhood!
Coleman: Yeah I hear them, bunch of fools brainwashed by these guys!
*The Brotherhood head out from backstage, stop and drink it all in. They both head towards opposite corners of the entrance to pump of the fans. GD in particular seems to be beside himself acting goofier than usual and the fans are loving every second of it. Crosby is in his usual getup but Devil is dressed in nothing but bright colored tights with arm tassels flailing about.
*Crosby and Devil meet at the center of the entrance ramp and hit their signature BroFist Handshake straight out of Commando, as they do a loud explosion of pyro sets off behind them. Crosby gets ready to strut down to the ring, thinking GD would do the same as per the norm. Instead, Devil sprints off to the ring, leaving Crosby in his wake. GD dives into the ring and furiously shakes the ring ropes. As Crosby jumps off the turnbuckle after taunting, GD is still shaking the ropes, sweating profusely, refusing to quit. Crosby motions for a mic and taps GD on the shoulder to let him know he’s ready to go.
*GD stops shaking the ropes and begins to angrily run around the inside of the ring as hard as he can, while doing so, Kyle begins to speak*
Crosby: Yes sir! The New Brotherhood, coming at you live and in living Technicolor!
*The crowd pops massive for this, Crosby gazes over towards GD who’s still running*
Crosby: Anyhow, we aren’t here to go on one of these massive tirades the likes of Roberto and Ultimate Pain seem to enjoy so much. We just have a few things to say. First things first, we’ve been Tag Champs for a few months and ever since my return, we’ve been thrown into nothing but matches with the Gang Stars.
*The crowd boos furiously at the one time fan favorites, GD continues to run*
Crosby: And I don’t know about you guys, but I am TIRED of dusting these fools week in/week out. It’s overdue, but we are beyond ready for a new challenge. So here’s the deal, The New Brotherhood is OFFICIALLY issuing an open challenge to any team back there that thinks they can dethrone this amount of awesome.
*The fans cheer at the prospect of new blood being infused into the Tag Title picture.*
Crosby: Now, we love having to whoop a bunch of gang banger ass every week, but it’s really cutting into GD’s gaming time and well, my relaxation time in general. So, we want a new challenge by next week, for the WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! Any time, any place, any bat channel!
*The crowd loves this idea*
Crosby: Yeah, we thought you guys would like that. Tell em GD!
*Almost on cue, GD collapses in a heap in the ring, completely blown up from his antics. He gets to his knees and gasps to catch his breath. Shaking from exhaustion, GD feebly grabs the ropes to pull himself up to grab the mic from Kyle’s outstretched hand.*
Crosby: Dude, what the hell? Are you on dem R.O.I.D.S. again? Do I need to call a bambulance?
*As GD grabs the mic, seemingly near death, he nosells his exhaustion and begins to yell loudly, snarling and snorting the whole time*
Guardian Devil: GANGSTARRRRRS! YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU DO, YOU CANNOT SIMPLY ASK FOR THE SUN, STARS, HORSHOES AND BLUE MOONS TO BE REBORN UNTO YOU! ONE MUST LOOK DEEP INSIDE, DEEP TO THE BOTTOM OF LIFE, SUMMON ALL THEIR MASSIVE EFFECTS, RIP OUT IT’S ENTRAILS AND FLY THEM TO THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN OF DEW! ASK YOURSELVES ONE QUESTION, THE MOST OF QUESTIONS. ASK YOURSELF, “AM I?” AM I READY, AM I ABLE FOR THE FINAL INTOXICATION OF THE LITTLE HOODLUMS!
*The cameras pan over the crowd, a veritable sea of confusion. Many fans cheer, several are in stunned silence. A few stand there drooling over themselves in a frozen state. One man falls to the floor, having what appears to be a massive seizure from the words Devil has spoken*
GD: WE, WE HEAR YOUR CRIES HOODITES, WE FEEL YOUR LULLABIES, WE TASTE YOUR ENERGY, SMELL YOUR DESIRE, WE SEE YOUR SERVITUDE!!
CWA!! YOUR TAG TEAMS BELONG TO THE NEW BROTHERHOOD! THEY WILL BE COMPOUNDED BY OUR MIGHT! NONE SHALL ENTER THIS PLAIN, NONE SHALL CARRASS THE TENDER LOVING OF THESE CHAMPIONSHIP TITLES. YOU WILL NOT UNDO OUR DOING! SURRENDER NOW AND THE PILEDRIVING WILL BE SWIFT, MERCIFUL AND FULL OF VINEGAR! FEEL THE BURRRRRRRRRNING OF THE HOOD NATION! oBn, ONE BROTHERHOOD NATIONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NNNNNN! AH AH AH AH AH!!
*GD runs off the ropes multiple times as Crosby’s jaw in agape.*
Crosby: Uh……yep, the train has left the station. Anyways,
CWA ownership, we await your decision. Thank you fans, GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!!
*On that note, Crosby drops the mic and grabs GD mid-run to exit the ring. Their music hits and the fans, stunned as can be, burst into applause. GD leaps from the ring and shakes the bottom rope outside. Crosby shakes his head and grabs his arm*
Crosby: Dude, are you smoking pcp again?
GD: *stops* What, too much?
Crosby: I mean it was good but I think you crippled a man via-seizure.
GD: Sooooo, just enough?
Crosby: Yeah no, it was right on the money. So……..burritos?
GD: Burritos.
*On that note, GD spins around three times and bursts into a run towards the back. Crosby shakes his head, shrugs his shoulders and runs with him.*
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