And now back to your regularly scheduled RPs....
Fade in to a WFW backdrop: a brick wall in various states of disrepair; bricks cracked and chipped all over the place, and grafitti dots its landscape. In the middle of it all, unmarred by all the imperfections, a WFW logo is painted, standing out over all the rest. Beast stands in front of the wall, decked out in a black "Cradles Aren't For Sleeping" tshirt and jeans.
Beast: Who woulda thunk it?
Just when things are getting so quiet around here in regards to this match, a couple of shrimp-barbeque-ing Aussies come crawling out of the woodwork, so anxious to finally be heard they're practically stumbling all over themselves to get camera time.
And they say absolutely nothing.
You have Rage pissing and moaning about how we're showing him a lack of respect.
Well, Rage, what do you call wasting my time? If the best you can do is come out here and call us a couple posers and declare victory just because Dan Ryan and I "don't get along"....
Well, son, it's going to be an awful long flight back Down Under.
Where's our respect?
Dan Ryan and I really don't see eye to eye. Everyone in this business knows that. However, we are professional enough to keep what happens outside the ropes just exactly that - outside the ropes.
Once we step into the squared circle, junior, it's all about defeating whoever it is that is unlucky enough to get placed in the ring opposite us on that particular night. That being said, I know it's not going to all come up roses.
It's not going to be quick tags and amazing double team maneuvers and finishers. I expect that when the night's over, our chests are going to have huge hand-sized welts in them - and that'll be just from the tags.
I, however, am a smart enough man to realize when I'm in a situation where I'm not in complete control.
When I step between those ropes, my focus is going to be on one thing and one thing only: defeating my opponent. And if defeating my opponent means co-existing with a bast*rd partner long enough to get what I want, then that's exactly what I'll do.
It's kinda funny, though, Rage.
You come out here amidst all the pomp and circumstance of a team that has no doubt they're coming away with the inauguaral WFW tag team championship. You say it's a done deal cause Ryan and I are going to be at each other's throats.
But have you asked yourself a question, Rage? It's perhaps the most important one of all.
How can you be so sure?
You rip on us because Ryan and I aren't exactly getting along.
Ok, fine.
But how about you and Pulsar?
Hell, you don't even KNOW each other. You've never spent a second together in that ring. Now, I don't know Ryan inside and out - nor do I care to - but I think here's where I have a leg up.
I do know him.
I've been in the ring with him, boys. I've taken shot after shot from this man. I know what he's capable of. I know what he can do, and most likely when he's going to do it. Dan Ryan has watched an awful lot of tape of me, seeing as I was his Champion and all. He knows the same things about me.
I can use that knowledge to co-exist with him, to work with him, rather than have to learn all about each other from scratch. And he can use his.
We've got quite the head start, Rage.
And you're not going to be able to catch up.
And, as for the *other* Croc Hunter wannabe...
It's all about the gold, is it, Pulsar? Is that the sole factor that drives you?
Really, it's not a bad thing. To endeavor to be the best is always an honorable goal. It keeps you focused. It keeps you motivated. It drives you.
So why was it that you left Empire Pro?
Why did you abandon the gold - the thing that you care most deeply about? I think I know the answer...
Was it because that the talent in Empire Pro wasn't quite up to your level?
No, I don't think that's it.
More likely, when you stood at the bottom of the totem pole in Empire Pro... when you looked waaaaaaaay up at the top and you saw names like Christian Sands, Dan Ryan, and Beast... you just knew you couldn't cut it. You knew that you'd never attain your goals, so you cut out and tried to find greener pasture.
But there's a problem with that now, isn't there?
You left Empire Pro, Pulsar... but now Empire's come back to find you.
And you're scared sh*tless.
I'm glad we could throw you this little homecoming, Pulsar.
Really, I am.
Let the asskickings continue!
Don't worry, we won't look back after we've stomped you into the canvas and folded you up into a tiny box. You can save some airfare as you're shipped back Down Under in a box with "Fragile" stamped on the side.
That's what your tag team career is right now, boys. FRAGILE.
And when you step into the ring against us, it's going to get stomped all to hell.
FTB