Post by lajoie on Jul 25, 2009 21:17:59 GMT -5
We return from commercial for the upcoming pay-per-view, Ultimate Showdown, and find ourselves in the locker room of the Superfans. We see Marc and Mark hanging out, very giddy.
Marc: Mark, you know what the best feeling in the world is?
Mark: Winning a match, Marc?
Marc: Exactly! The feeling of winning a match, Mark. And also, the feeling of showing up all of the doubters that were in that match. The crowd knew it, Mark, you and I knew it, but those guys, D-Day, Slickie “No hyphen” T, Ryan Daniels, and Mikami all found out that why we are the tag team champions.
Mark: And Exodus is soon to find out as well. You know, I have to say, our version of Exodus was so much better than the real Exodus. Did you hear the crowd when we came out dressed as them? It was out of this world!
Marc: I know! I mean, there is no better feeling than when that crowd is roaring, chanting your name! Su! Per! Fans! Su! Per! Fans!
Mark: But you just said…
Marc: I know what I said. Su! Per! Fans!
A knock at the door is heard, to which the Superfans answer in stereo: “come in!” The door opens and a delivery man comes in with a very large cake in toe. The cake is decorated with blue and yellow frosting creating the word “Winners!” Marc goes to lick some of the frosting off, but Mark grabs him by his shirt collar and stops him.
Mark: Wait a second, Marc. Who’s this cake from, guy?
Delivery Man: It’s from Tiffany Jane. She left this card here, too.
The delivery man pulls a card out of his pocket and hands it to Mark. Mark accepts the card and opens it. Marc tips the delivery man and the delivery man leaves.
Marc: Thanks guy! So what’s it say, Mark?
Mark: “Mark and Marc. Sorry I can’t make it in time for the first promo against Exodus. As a celebration of our win, I had this cake made for you, so, enjoy! Tiffany Jane.”
Marc: Aww, how sweet.
Mark: Yeah, she’s a sweetheart alright.
Marc: I mean the frosting, man. This is so good.
Mark looks at Marc, who is now licking the outer edges of the cake. Mark pulls on Marcs collar again and drags him away from the cake.
Mark: Marc, brother man, stop licking the cake, that’s disgusting.
Marc: But we’re going to eat it anyway…
Mark: Look. We’ll eat some cake, but after.
Marc: After what?
Mark: After we tell Exodus the way it is.
Marc: Alright, fine. Let’s do the shout out then eat some cake.
Marc and Mark straighten themselves up, and each one takes a deep breath.
Exodus. Gravedigger and Chester. We’ve seen what you guys do.
Mark: And really, it is not tag team wrestling. It’s hardcore, spot based wrestling, which any no-talent hack can do.
Marc: Anyone can swing a chair. Anyone can fly off of a ladder.
Mark: And anyone can put someone through a table. None of these things really make you special because you do them. These things have been done before. Congratulations about being a tag team on the bandwagon of trying to look “hardcore.”
Marc: You know, there was something you guys called us, Slickie T, and Dake Ken. You called us all paper champions. Now, to you, that means someone who has not had a challenge for their titles. To us, you just sound jealous.
Mark: Name calling? Seriously? Yeah, I can call you ragamuffins and toe-rags all I want, but that doesn’t make me better than you.
Marc: But you know what DOES make us better than you, Exodus?
Marc and Mark pull out their tag team titles and raise them high for the camera to see.
Mark: We’re the WCF Tag Team Champions. These title belts that we carry with us are what makes us different than you and every other tag team in WCF right now. Since WE hold them, WE are the top tag team. Not you, Exodus, or anyone else.
Marc: You know, Mark, these tag titles are great. The closest Exodus will be to seeing these tag team titles is how close they were on Slam last week.
Mark: Around. Our. Waists.
Marc: We’re not here to impress you, Gravedigger. These title belts should, with the prestige they hold and the prestige that we will bring to them. But again, we’re not here to cater to your whims. We’re not here to do as you ask. And we’re certainly not here to do the job to you, Exodus.
Mark: The problem you have Gravedigger is that you think you are entitled to everything. You think, because you’ve been here so long, that you are the best thing ever. You sound like Triple H, only ten times as boring and not nearly as many title reigns.
Marc: Honestly, Gravedigger. You take pride in the fact that you beat up your brother for no reason? Maybe because you thought you could prove something?
Mark: What did it prove, huh? What’d it get you? A title shot that you lost, maybe? It probably didn’t even get you a title shot. In fact, beating up your brother only shows you for what you truly are: a sore loser.
Marc: You guys say that you rarely lose, but in your next match, THE VERY NEXT MATCH, you did the job. You lost. Sure, you disqualified yourselves, but a loss is still a loss. And what did Mark and I do?
Mark: We won. Fairly. Cleanly. Over two other teams. Here’s my question, Marc.
Marc: Alright, Mark. Let’s see if I can help you out.
Mark: These guys, Exodus, they’ve been with the company for a while now, yes?
Marc: They claim so, yes.
Mark: So why, why is the “Era of Exodus” as they say in their robotic voices, why is that era starting now? This is not the “Era of Exodus” that should’ve happened eighteen months ago or whenever the hell they showed up. This is our time, Marc and I’s time. This is the reinvention of the tag team division here in WCF, with the Superfans leading the way. This is tag team wrestling, Exodus. Not “beat your brother to a pulp” or “cry like a baby because you weren’t given what you believe you deserve.” This is tag team wrestling.
Marc: Tag TEAM wrestling. Not “Gravedigger and his manager bash their future opponents” but “tag team wrestling” where Gravedigger and his partner, Generic Tag-Team Partner Man, should be talking smack.
Mark: Exactly! He’s the long lost Mega-Man villain. Good old Chester, always being held down by his brother. Poor guy, does he really want to be held down by a camera hog?
Marc: As we said before, Exodus, or Gravedigger, if that’s the only person we’re fighting at Ultimate Showdown, we are the very best in the tag team division. You have been Marked.
Marc looks at Mark.
Mark: Yes, fine, go dig in to that cake.
Mark and Marc turn back around and head toward the cake. As Marc begins to dig in, the top of the cake flies off. Marc and Mark look around, confused, and then Tiffany Jane pops out of the cake, with only frosting covering the very important parts. Marc and Mark look at each other wide eyed. The TV in the background can be heard, and it’s Exodus. Marc, Mark, and Tiffany Jane all watch as the camera begins to fade. The promo presumably finishes as the Superfans storm out.
Fade to black.
Marc: Mark, you know what the best feeling in the world is?
Mark: Winning a match, Marc?
Marc: Exactly! The feeling of winning a match, Mark. And also, the feeling of showing up all of the doubters that were in that match. The crowd knew it, Mark, you and I knew it, but those guys, D-Day, Slickie “No hyphen” T, Ryan Daniels, and Mikami all found out that why we are the tag team champions.
Mark: And Exodus is soon to find out as well. You know, I have to say, our version of Exodus was so much better than the real Exodus. Did you hear the crowd when we came out dressed as them? It was out of this world!
Marc: I know! I mean, there is no better feeling than when that crowd is roaring, chanting your name! Su! Per! Fans! Su! Per! Fans!
Mark: But you just said…
Marc: I know what I said. Su! Per! Fans!
A knock at the door is heard, to which the Superfans answer in stereo: “come in!” The door opens and a delivery man comes in with a very large cake in toe. The cake is decorated with blue and yellow frosting creating the word “Winners!” Marc goes to lick some of the frosting off, but Mark grabs him by his shirt collar and stops him.
Mark: Wait a second, Marc. Who’s this cake from, guy?
Delivery Man: It’s from Tiffany Jane. She left this card here, too.
The delivery man pulls a card out of his pocket and hands it to Mark. Mark accepts the card and opens it. Marc tips the delivery man and the delivery man leaves.
Marc: Thanks guy! So what’s it say, Mark?
Mark: “Mark and Marc. Sorry I can’t make it in time for the first promo against Exodus. As a celebration of our win, I had this cake made for you, so, enjoy! Tiffany Jane.”
Marc: Aww, how sweet.
Mark: Yeah, she’s a sweetheart alright.
Marc: I mean the frosting, man. This is so good.
Mark looks at Marc, who is now licking the outer edges of the cake. Mark pulls on Marcs collar again and drags him away from the cake.
Mark: Marc, brother man, stop licking the cake, that’s disgusting.
Marc: But we’re going to eat it anyway…
Mark: Look. We’ll eat some cake, but after.
Marc: After what?
Mark: After we tell Exodus the way it is.
Marc: Alright, fine. Let’s do the shout out then eat some cake.
Marc and Mark straighten themselves up, and each one takes a deep breath.
Exodus. Gravedigger and Chester. We’ve seen what you guys do.
Mark: And really, it is not tag team wrestling. It’s hardcore, spot based wrestling, which any no-talent hack can do.
Marc: Anyone can swing a chair. Anyone can fly off of a ladder.
Mark: And anyone can put someone through a table. None of these things really make you special because you do them. These things have been done before. Congratulations about being a tag team on the bandwagon of trying to look “hardcore.”
Marc: You know, there was something you guys called us, Slickie T, and Dake Ken. You called us all paper champions. Now, to you, that means someone who has not had a challenge for their titles. To us, you just sound jealous.
Mark: Name calling? Seriously? Yeah, I can call you ragamuffins and toe-rags all I want, but that doesn’t make me better than you.
Marc: But you know what DOES make us better than you, Exodus?
Marc and Mark pull out their tag team titles and raise them high for the camera to see.
Mark: We’re the WCF Tag Team Champions. These title belts that we carry with us are what makes us different than you and every other tag team in WCF right now. Since WE hold them, WE are the top tag team. Not you, Exodus, or anyone else.
Marc: You know, Mark, these tag titles are great. The closest Exodus will be to seeing these tag team titles is how close they were on Slam last week.
Mark: Around. Our. Waists.
Marc: We’re not here to impress you, Gravedigger. These title belts should, with the prestige they hold and the prestige that we will bring to them. But again, we’re not here to cater to your whims. We’re not here to do as you ask. And we’re certainly not here to do the job to you, Exodus.
Mark: The problem you have Gravedigger is that you think you are entitled to everything. You think, because you’ve been here so long, that you are the best thing ever. You sound like Triple H, only ten times as boring and not nearly as many title reigns.
Marc: Honestly, Gravedigger. You take pride in the fact that you beat up your brother for no reason? Maybe because you thought you could prove something?
Mark: What did it prove, huh? What’d it get you? A title shot that you lost, maybe? It probably didn’t even get you a title shot. In fact, beating up your brother only shows you for what you truly are: a sore loser.
Marc: You guys say that you rarely lose, but in your next match, THE VERY NEXT MATCH, you did the job. You lost. Sure, you disqualified yourselves, but a loss is still a loss. And what did Mark and I do?
Mark: We won. Fairly. Cleanly. Over two other teams. Here’s my question, Marc.
Marc: Alright, Mark. Let’s see if I can help you out.
Mark: These guys, Exodus, they’ve been with the company for a while now, yes?
Marc: They claim so, yes.
Mark: So why, why is the “Era of Exodus” as they say in their robotic voices, why is that era starting now? This is not the “Era of Exodus” that should’ve happened eighteen months ago or whenever the hell they showed up. This is our time, Marc and I’s time. This is the reinvention of the tag team division here in WCF, with the Superfans leading the way. This is tag team wrestling, Exodus. Not “beat your brother to a pulp” or “cry like a baby because you weren’t given what you believe you deserve.” This is tag team wrestling.
Marc: Tag TEAM wrestling. Not “Gravedigger and his manager bash their future opponents” but “tag team wrestling” where Gravedigger and his partner, Generic Tag-Team Partner Man, should be talking smack.
Mark: Exactly! He’s the long lost Mega-Man villain. Good old Chester, always being held down by his brother. Poor guy, does he really want to be held down by a camera hog?
Marc: As we said before, Exodus, or Gravedigger, if that’s the only person we’re fighting at Ultimate Showdown, we are the very best in the tag team division. You have been Marked.
Marc looks at Mark.
Mark: Yes, fine, go dig in to that cake.
Mark and Marc turn back around and head toward the cake. As Marc begins to dig in, the top of the cake flies off. Marc and Mark look around, confused, and then Tiffany Jane pops out of the cake, with only frosting covering the very important parts. Marc and Mark look at each other wide eyed. The TV in the background can be heard, and it’s Exodus. Marc, Mark, and Tiffany Jane all watch as the camera begins to fade. The promo presumably finishes as the Superfans storm out.
Fade to black.
