Post by lajoie on Jul 26, 2009 0:00:36 GMT -5
The camera focuses in right as the Superfans are leaving their locker room. They have just heard Exoduses remarks on the television, and left in a fury. We see Marc and Mark, both clutching their tag team titles and looking rather ticked off. Marc tags Mark on the arm and motions down the hall. As they talk, they walk.
Marc: Let’s go, Mark. Costume shop time before we explode.
Mark: What do we have to do to get this guy to understand that we are for real? Tell me Marc: do we have to go out, win a bunch of nonsense titles from other feds to pad our resume?
Marc: I don’t think so, Mark. I think he’s just angry because he’s lost more times than he is willing to admit. I mean, heck. Look at him on Slam. Sure, he claims he did it because he “wanted to” but honestly, he was afraid. Afraid of losing, afraid of knowing that he really is second best.
Mark: And he still accomplished what he feared. He—Get this, Marc—lost!
Marc: That’s very true. By forfeiting the match through disqualification, a loss is still a loss on your record. I know that, you know that and the people know that. A loss is a loss, sometimes you just have to get over it.
Mark: Everyone who sets foot in that ring, into the squared circle, will lose at some point in their career. The Hart Foundation lost, the Road Warriors lost, Brock Lesnar lost, Triple H lost, and yes, Exodus, even you have lost.
Mark gets himself unflustered and looks at the camera following them out to the parking lot.
My advice, give up this high and mighty shtick you’re trying to pull. You are no better than us.
Marc: The difference between you, Exodus, and us, The Superfans, is that we don’t bitch and moan and complain and whine to everyone when we lose. We accept it, take it like a true man should, and then go on with our lives. Did the loss occur? Absolutely. But, we don’t worry. We’ll face that team again, and prove to them that we can take them to the limit, and at the end of the day, we are the better team. Why?
Mark: Because we don’t complain. Now, Brian Borroughs, I want you to take that microphone you like to hold, and shine it up real nice—
Mark stops and looks at his brother, who is shaking his head in disapproval.
Marc: Uhhh, Mark, we’re not going to be Rock and Sock at the PPV.
Mark: Exodus, you make a fancy point. Sure, you “took over” the WCF before we got here. Congratulations, you did something that many rebellious young studs have done at some point in some random company all around the world. Very impressive.
Marc: But the problem with that is, well, where are you now? You’re stuck, fighting for survival, because you lost that power. You lost the most power you’ve ever had, and now you’ve got your backs against the wall. You’re scared, and you’re trying to regain glory. It’s scary, isn’t it, knowing that you aren’t the top dog anymore? But hey, it could be worse; you could not be on the card!
Mark: But that’s what happens when you lose the match that rarely counts, you lose that power that you had. The power to control who you face and what you do.
Marc: Such a pity, really. I wonder what this place was like when “The Dark Side”—
Mark: Wait, his stable was called “The Dark Side”?
Marc: Yeah. I wonder where they got that from.
Marc and Mark look at each other and smirk.
Mark: Exodus, think about this. You may think that because you watched one of our matches that you know how we play the game in that ring. You might think that we’re flattering you when we parody you.
Marc: We’re not. And you don’t know us. And you, apparently, don’t know your facts. Tag teams didn’t start pouring in because of you two. Tag teams began pouring in when Seth Lerch did his job and reinstated these.
Marc and Mark lift up their tag team championships before continuing to the parking lot.
Mark: And these ignite a fire in every tag team. They ignite a fire that very few can match. So when you face us for these tag team titles, you have to realize that we are not just any normal tag team. We’re the WCF Tag Team Champions, and we are better than you.
Marc: Don’t ever think that YOU were the main influence on our reason to come into the WCF, Exodus. If there was a fleeting moment where there was influence, it was because we wanted to shut those god-awful mouths of yours. “I won this championship, I won that championship. I can do this, I’m better than you!” Damn, Gravedigger. Settle down. You might be a "legend" and in the Hall of Fame, but that doesn’t mean that you’re entitled or deserve anything. So you’ve beaten nearly everyone, you still have not beaten us.
Mark: Now, we are understanding guys. We’ve seen that you have worked hard these last few weeks, getting yourself disqualified and arguing with management and lying, cheating, and stealing to get what you want.
Marc: Viva La—
Mark snaps his head around to face his brother again.
Mark: Marc, we’re not Los Guerreros, are we?
Marc: Right.
Mark: See, Exodus. You’re all talk, that’s all you are. If you guys were winners, like us, you would have won your last match. You know why you would’ve won?
Marc: Because maybe, just maybe, you are what you say you are: a good tag team. But, since you lost, any credibility you had before that statement, is lost. It’s gone, out the window.
Mark: We, on the other hand, won our match. We did exactly what we said we were going to do and more. We set out for Slam last week, saying that we would prove we are worthy of these tag team titles. And we did even more than that we won our match, when all we set out to do was impress. And those fans, they loved us. They loved our portrayal of you, Exodus.
Marc: However, things weren’t the same for you later on. The fans hated you, Exodus, when you came out. Why do they love us and hate you?
Mark: Because we know what they want. And we know what they don’t want.
Marc: These fans want to see the high spots.
Mark: These fans don’t want to see another guy take the coward’s way out at the end of a match.
Marc: These fans want to see hardcore, but—
Mark: But they don’t want to see a hardcore coward.
Marc: But you guys wouldn’t know anything about being cowardly, now would you? Of course, you guys are the same guys who think they can own the WCF, gunning after every single title, and even proposing going after titles that are not even active yet! How arrogant!
Mark: But really, Gravedigger. Look at yourself. All you are doing is searching for the glory that you once had in the past. And face facts, the past, while fun and exciting, is the past. Memories are nice, but that is all they are.
Marc: This is the present, and you claim that you are the team to beat. And if that is true, then we’ll see you Sunday. We will see you on the ground, bruised and beaten, because we will have successfully defended our tag team titles against you.
Mark: But hey, that’s what makes us different. We want to be the best of the division; you want to be the best of everything. You talk shit about people you aren’t even facing, and for what? To sound cool, to try to impress someone?
Marc: You don’t impress anyone; you just make yourselves look foolish. Focus on us, Gravedigger, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll stand a fighting chance come Sunday.
Mark: Oh, and Chester. It’s nice to see that you’re finally speaking up for once. Sure, you might not be the most charismatic guy in the world, but it’s always good to know that both members of the team we’re facing don’t have any personality at all, instead of just the one.
Marc and Mark reach their car and Marc tosses Mark the keys. Mark unlocks the car as the sound of heels clicking quickly is heard. Mark and Marc turn around to see Tiffany Jane coming toward them. She is buttoning up her white blouse as she dashes toward the WCF Tag Team Champions.
Tiffany Jane: You’re not leaving me behind, are you?
Marc: Of course not! Sorry!
Mark: Come on, we gotta get some props, Tiff. We could use a hand.
Mark and Marc smile at Tiffany. Marc opens a side door for her and she slides in.
Tiffany Jane: Thanks boys. Let’s go.
Marc and Mark climb into the car. The doors shut and the sound of the engine starting up can be heard. The car drives off as the camera fades to black.
Marc: Let’s go, Mark. Costume shop time before we explode.
Mark: What do we have to do to get this guy to understand that we are for real? Tell me Marc: do we have to go out, win a bunch of nonsense titles from other feds to pad our resume?
Marc: I don’t think so, Mark. I think he’s just angry because he’s lost more times than he is willing to admit. I mean, heck. Look at him on Slam. Sure, he claims he did it because he “wanted to” but honestly, he was afraid. Afraid of losing, afraid of knowing that he really is second best.
Mark: And he still accomplished what he feared. He—Get this, Marc—lost!
Marc: That’s very true. By forfeiting the match through disqualification, a loss is still a loss on your record. I know that, you know that and the people know that. A loss is a loss, sometimes you just have to get over it.
Mark: Everyone who sets foot in that ring, into the squared circle, will lose at some point in their career. The Hart Foundation lost, the Road Warriors lost, Brock Lesnar lost, Triple H lost, and yes, Exodus, even you have lost.
Mark gets himself unflustered and looks at the camera following them out to the parking lot.
My advice, give up this high and mighty shtick you’re trying to pull. You are no better than us.
Marc: The difference between you, Exodus, and us, The Superfans, is that we don’t bitch and moan and complain and whine to everyone when we lose. We accept it, take it like a true man should, and then go on with our lives. Did the loss occur? Absolutely. But, we don’t worry. We’ll face that team again, and prove to them that we can take them to the limit, and at the end of the day, we are the better team. Why?
Mark: Because we don’t complain. Now, Brian Borroughs, I want you to take that microphone you like to hold, and shine it up real nice—
Mark stops and looks at his brother, who is shaking his head in disapproval.
Marc: Uhhh, Mark, we’re not going to be Rock and Sock at the PPV.
Mark: Exodus, you make a fancy point. Sure, you “took over” the WCF before we got here. Congratulations, you did something that many rebellious young studs have done at some point in some random company all around the world. Very impressive.
Marc: But the problem with that is, well, where are you now? You’re stuck, fighting for survival, because you lost that power. You lost the most power you’ve ever had, and now you’ve got your backs against the wall. You’re scared, and you’re trying to regain glory. It’s scary, isn’t it, knowing that you aren’t the top dog anymore? But hey, it could be worse; you could not be on the card!
Mark: But that’s what happens when you lose the match that rarely counts, you lose that power that you had. The power to control who you face and what you do.
Marc: Such a pity, really. I wonder what this place was like when “The Dark Side”—
Mark: Wait, his stable was called “The Dark Side”?
Marc: Yeah. I wonder where they got that from.
Marc and Mark look at each other and smirk.
Mark: Exodus, think about this. You may think that because you watched one of our matches that you know how we play the game in that ring. You might think that we’re flattering you when we parody you.
Marc: We’re not. And you don’t know us. And you, apparently, don’t know your facts. Tag teams didn’t start pouring in because of you two. Tag teams began pouring in when Seth Lerch did his job and reinstated these.
Marc and Mark lift up their tag team championships before continuing to the parking lot.
Mark: And these ignite a fire in every tag team. They ignite a fire that very few can match. So when you face us for these tag team titles, you have to realize that we are not just any normal tag team. We’re the WCF Tag Team Champions, and we are better than you.
Marc: Don’t ever think that YOU were the main influence on our reason to come into the WCF, Exodus. If there was a fleeting moment where there was influence, it was because we wanted to shut those god-awful mouths of yours. “I won this championship, I won that championship. I can do this, I’m better than you!” Damn, Gravedigger. Settle down. You might be a "legend" and in the Hall of Fame, but that doesn’t mean that you’re entitled or deserve anything. So you’ve beaten nearly everyone, you still have not beaten us.
Mark: Now, we are understanding guys. We’ve seen that you have worked hard these last few weeks, getting yourself disqualified and arguing with management and lying, cheating, and stealing to get what you want.
Marc: Viva La—
Mark snaps his head around to face his brother again.
Mark: Marc, we’re not Los Guerreros, are we?
Marc: Right.
Mark: See, Exodus. You’re all talk, that’s all you are. If you guys were winners, like us, you would have won your last match. You know why you would’ve won?
Marc: Because maybe, just maybe, you are what you say you are: a good tag team. But, since you lost, any credibility you had before that statement, is lost. It’s gone, out the window.
Mark: We, on the other hand, won our match. We did exactly what we said we were going to do and more. We set out for Slam last week, saying that we would prove we are worthy of these tag team titles. And we did even more than that we won our match, when all we set out to do was impress. And those fans, they loved us. They loved our portrayal of you, Exodus.
Marc: However, things weren’t the same for you later on. The fans hated you, Exodus, when you came out. Why do they love us and hate you?
Mark: Because we know what they want. And we know what they don’t want.
Marc: These fans want to see the high spots.
Mark: These fans don’t want to see another guy take the coward’s way out at the end of a match.
Marc: These fans want to see hardcore, but—
Mark: But they don’t want to see a hardcore coward.
Marc: But you guys wouldn’t know anything about being cowardly, now would you? Of course, you guys are the same guys who think they can own the WCF, gunning after every single title, and even proposing going after titles that are not even active yet! How arrogant!
Mark: But really, Gravedigger. Look at yourself. All you are doing is searching for the glory that you once had in the past. And face facts, the past, while fun and exciting, is the past. Memories are nice, but that is all they are.
Marc: This is the present, and you claim that you are the team to beat. And if that is true, then we’ll see you Sunday. We will see you on the ground, bruised and beaten, because we will have successfully defended our tag team titles against you.
Mark: But hey, that’s what makes us different. We want to be the best of the division; you want to be the best of everything. You talk shit about people you aren’t even facing, and for what? To sound cool, to try to impress someone?
Marc: You don’t impress anyone; you just make yourselves look foolish. Focus on us, Gravedigger, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll stand a fighting chance come Sunday.
Mark: Oh, and Chester. It’s nice to see that you’re finally speaking up for once. Sure, you might not be the most charismatic guy in the world, but it’s always good to know that both members of the team we’re facing don’t have any personality at all, instead of just the one.
Marc and Mark reach their car and Marc tosses Mark the keys. Mark unlocks the car as the sound of heels clicking quickly is heard. Mark and Marc turn around to see Tiffany Jane coming toward them. She is buttoning up her white blouse as she dashes toward the WCF Tag Team Champions.
Tiffany Jane: You’re not leaving me behind, are you?
Marc: Of course not! Sorry!
Mark: Come on, we gotta get some props, Tiff. We could use a hand.
Mark and Marc smile at Tiffany. Marc opens a side door for her and she slides in.
Tiffany Jane: Thanks boys. Let’s go.
Marc and Mark climb into the car. The doors shut and the sound of the engine starting up can be heard. The car drives off as the camera fades to black.
