Post by Speede on Jun 26, 2011 3:18:35 GMT -5
“These goddamn nightmares. Why won't they stop. Why. Won't. They. STOP?!"
Frank's madness was starting to get the best of him again. It was the fifth day in a row he had been plagued by these nightmares. Oblivion. Stephan screaming in his torture session. The Gathering. A sea of them, as far as the eye can see, swarming the earth. Normal everymen, being eaten by midgets, as Oblivion leads them on, laughing. The darkness of the hole. The panic of being thrown into a janitors’ closet and being stapled on. Practically left for dead by Oblivion. He just wanted it to stop, to have peace of mind.
He was in his hospital room, pacing back in forth nervously across the room. He was still in there as a precaution, in case he was let out with certain...problems. The room was very plainly decorated, a potted plant on the side of the bed, a window that overlooked the busy street next to the facility. Most of the features of the room were otherwise bland, but when you're sick or dying, or in FPV's case, losing your mind, decoration is not really a priority on your list.
He kept saying under his breath.
"He's just there, I know it, he wants to screw me over one more time. Well he's in for a surprise. A surprise that comprises of five knuckles and an imprint across the goddamn FACE!"
Suddenly, a feeling came over him. It rushed across the right side of his back, as if someone was trying to latch onto him. He animal instinct kicked in, throwing a long punch at what turned out to be nothing, connecting the punch with the plant, totally shattering the pot. FPV backed up, in terror at the rage he just displayed, before sitting down on his bed.
FPV: “Jesus Christ, what the hell is happening to me? I'm going insane over a bunch of midgets. Okay Franky, calm down, you're a fighter, you've been through worse.”
Suddenly, a knock at the door came.
FPV: “What? Who is it?”
From outside the door, a voice came. Roy Speede’s voice.
Roy Speede: ”It’s Roy. I was just coming to check on you, man. That psychopath and his cronies did a number on you last week, dude.”
FPV: “Well get your ass in here before they get you too.”
The door opened almost immediately, and Roy Speede stepped in through the doorway in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, and as soon as he was out of the way, he closed the door immediately behind him. He turned to face FPV as thoughts raced through his head, questions of just what was going on with Oblivion, mixed feelings for his father, and a new feeling of respect for him after his defeat, as well as an even stronger hatred for him, and the questions running rampant through his mind about FPV’s mental state, and whether he was even going to be able to wrestle. Roy’s brain ached from the bulk of thoughts coursing through it, but he felt discussing things with FPV would be more important.
Roy Speede: “Franky, man, I was getting worried. What... What happened exactly? I was a bit preoccupied last week, so I didn’t exactly see, but I heard about it... Are... are you okay, man? Are you even going to be able to compete this week?”
FPV: "You're damn right I'm gonna' be able to compete this week! A little bit of rest and I'll be good to go. I...just got shaken up a bit, that's all."
Roy Speede: “A bit shaken up? Are you joking? I don’t think even you could be ‘just a bit shaken up’ after that kind of crap... sit, sit, you’re right, you’ll need to get your rest after that.”
Roy had noticed that the plant sitting bedside was sitting in a pile of dirt surrounded by the remains of a pot that was completely shattered. He looked over at FPV, and pointed to the pot.
Roy Speede: “And do you think ‘just a bit shaken up’ would’ve caused you to do that?”
FPV looked Roy dead in the eye, and spoke to him in a stern voice.
FPV: “Look at me boy, have you ever seen the kind of depravity I have seen? I have seen people get their faces smashed to pieces, legs snapped like tooth-picks, damnit just a little over a month ago I saw Greenfever get MURDERED! My mind has been scarred long before this little fiasco, sure it was weird as hell, but believe me when I say it's just another scar to my collection. What about you, have you been part of crippling a man for life, all in the name of the mighty dollar, HAVE YOU?”
Roy Speede: “Franky, I was right there when Greenfever was killed; believe me, it’s nothing new to me. My mind was scarred ever since my earliest childhood memories. I know exactly what you mean. I don’t fear anything anymore; I’ll end a man’s life if I have to without so much as a second thought about it, without so much as a guilty thought. Payment or no payment, I live to hurt people; it’s what I learned after my father hurt me mentally all those years ago, when he left... “
FPV scoffed at Roy, thinking "This is the rookie I have to deal with? He's definately showing it." Before continuing his talk with Roy.
FPV: “Really, now? Am I hearing this correctly? You saying you'll end a man's life just because it's in your DNA? Is that what you're telling me?”
Roy Speede: “It isn’t just my DNA that tells me to destroy him, Franky; it isn’t just my bloodline that tells me to kill him... The day he left my mother, it was implanted in my heart. I won’t rest until I hurt him. I won’t stop until Logan suffers for what he did to my mom. And if anybody gets in my way, it will be their lives too.”
A psychotic chuckle came from Roy’s lips. Ever since he found out about Logan, he had been in an unstable sense of mind, and it was really starting to show. A heavy sigh came from Franky. He didn't want to say it to Roy's face, but he guessed it'd have to come out sometime.
FPV: “Kid, do you see what's happening? This is what he wants! He wants your rage to become you. He wants you to be blinded so he can destroy you. You mustn’t let the rage go to your head. I did that with Baines and I ended up losing the WCF Classic because of it! Stay...Focused!”
Roy slapped FPV in the face and held a finger up in his face.
Roy Speede: “I almost forgot about the classic... That’s for beating me, and not just calling for a re-match; you saw how Borderland, Kash, Doc, John Thomas and Justin Turner assaulted me. You got a more unfair advantage than the Patriots did when they taped those play calls... You’re lucky I don’t hate you like I do Logan, or you wouldn’t be competing next Monday.”
Roy chuckled, telling himself FPV had brought that upon himself, but didn’t think much of it. He always considered FPV one of the ones in the business he could actually consider a friend, but that was personal.
Roy Speede: “I’ll put that hatred aside for Logan, and focus on picking up the win. These titles are something to both of us man. Revenge will come, but it’s not always I’m going to get a title shot. And I want this, man. After losing those titles to Oblivion back in April, I’m hungry to take them back. You’re just the guy to help.”
Roy sat back in the visitors’ chair that was in FPV’s hospital room.
FPV: “Roy, on Monday, when we step in that ring, I'll pull my weight into getting those titles. You just do your part, and we'll be just fine. As for the Classic...you know, let's just brush that off, that's old news. If you still want your payback for the Classic, save it for after we win the titles. But for now, we should try and be civil. As for D-Day, he has the mental advantage of being World Champ, but we shouldn't let that distract us from our goal. As far as I know, he's never tagged with Logan, so that might give them a level of uncertainty. Still, we should be on our toes.”
Roy Speede: “I’m not going to slack off going for the titles, that’s for damned sure. But you’re right, I need to focus, sorry...”
Roy shook his head back and forth a bit violently, but it almost appeared as if he was shaking his head ‘no’ to something. As he stopped, he resumed his conversation.
Roy Speede: “If you ask me, the only advantage mentally in being the world champ is knowing you’re a target. That doesn’t really help Deruty, dude. And teaming with Logan isn’t a help either- his mental instability parallels Oblivion’s or Greenfever’s at times. Trying to defend the titles in their first time working together won’t help them a bit. But you’re right, we can’t let our guard down- Logan’s insane, and Deruty is one of the best in the business at this stuff. Not to mention the vendetta Oblivion and his freaks have against you... But who cares about Oblivion right now? We need to focus on the task at hand.”
FPV got up from his bed and started pacing around, nervous.
FPV: “I'mma have to push myself to levels I haven't been to in a long time. I know Logan is psycho, he's the one that troubles me, D-Day is just a kid, y'know. Sure, he's a kid who happens to be world champ, so he's no slouch either. But Logan...god the things he does, I mean look what he did to your mom!”
Roy Speede: “We’ll both be pushing ourselves past the top then. I know even when I was trying my best last week against Logan, one slip-up cost me the match. It makes me want to do better than my best. The result this time won’t be the same as the last if I have anything to say about it. Deruty... I have mad respect for that guy, for all he’s done within this company. He’s the one who beat Torture; he’s the world champion... But this is one battle that not even he is going to win.”
FPV: “You're damn right about that.”
FPV stopped pacing, and looked out his window, staring at the street below in concentration.
FPV: “Meet me at the WCF Arena in a little bit, I think it's time we let the world know how we feel.”
Roy stood up.
Roy Speede: “I’ve got a couple of things I need to take care of first, so I’ll meet you in a couple hours, alright?”
Roy slowly paced toward the door, turning his back as the door knob slowly turned. As Roy walked out the door, FPV chuckled and watched the speeding cars roll by.
FPV: “Logan... Oblivion... D-Day... All must die!”
Roy stopped and turned back around, having not heard what FPV had said, and just that there was something coming out of his mouth.
Roy Speede: “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. What did you just say?”
FPV: “Oh, nothing... nothing.”
An evil smirk and a chuckle came to FPV once again as Roy stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. The scene fades to black with FPV chuckling.
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The shot reopened in the WCF Arena. Roy Speede was seen standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall. He was all but silent with the only audible sound being his slow breaths. Slowly, his breathing started to increase, and he started to pace back and forth.
Roy Speede: “Franky, what’s going on? You said to meet you here...”
He was obviously concerned about his tag team partner, and as he rounded the corner onto another hallway, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
FPV: “Lighten up man, I don't bail out on my partners. You know where hank is?”
Roy turned around and there was his tag partner, FPV.
Roy Speede: “No, I honestly don’t. Never bothered to talk to the guy before unless he came lookin’ for me.”
Roy chuckled at his own joke, and smirked.
Roy Speede: “Look’s like you’re leading the way.”
FPV: “Don't worry, I know where he usually lurks. Come...”
And with that FPV led Roy through to an office along the halls. As they walked, Roy spoke.
Roy Speede: “Who said anything about worrying?”
He opened the door to see Hank Brown sitting on his desk, a camera and mic on the desk.
Hank Brown: “Lemme' guess, you need me to do you another "favor", right FPV?”
FPV: “You know it. Be lucky I'm one of the only people who asks you to do these things, otherwise you'd still be getting pushed around in the locker room by bullies.”
Hank Brown: “Well, I'm definitely glad for that. But you guys shouldn't even be in the arena! I mean, aren't you guys worried Oblivion and his gang will show up?”
Roy Speede: “Hank, first off, I’m not a homosexual, so don’t be referring to anything involving me as a ‘favor’ if you’re going to add air-quotes. Second, if Oblivion shows up, FPV’s got help this time.”
Roy smirked and chuckled sadistically, knowing FPV wasn’t the only one holding a grudge against Oblivion.
Roy Speede: “Seems like a pretty strange place for an interview, though. I Thought you had a studio or something for that, Hank.”
Hank Brown: “Yeah, it’s this way. Follow me.”
Hank stood up and got his camera, handing the mic over to FPV to carry. The studio was surprisingly far from his office, but it was small and generally fit the purpose of what it was needed for. Hank and the two wrestlers walked into the studio, where hank set up the tripod for a second, before turning it on and taking the mic from FPV.
Hank Brown: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm standing here with Roy Speede and Mr. FPV, who this Monday, will challenge D-Day and Logan for the WCF Tag Team Titles. Roy, this must be hard for you, seeing as one of those men IS your father, are you pulling any punches this week or will it be a repeat of last week?”
Roy Speede: “Well, Hank, to answer your question, it most certainly will not be a repeat of last week. In case you didn’t notice, I lost last week. This week, however, I won’t be on the losing end of things, and neither will Mr. FPV. This week, we’re going to go out there and win.”
FPV: “Damn right Roy. When you combine an unstopable force like Roy and an immovable object like me, what you get will be nothing short of amazing. It goes without saying that we deserve what we'll take from D-Day Monday.”
Hank Brown: “Okay then, do you feel that there's any challenge currently in the tag division for the titles that you both feel will soon be in your hands?”
Roy Speede: “There isn’t so much as a single threat to the title reign of Mr. FPV and Roy Speede in the tag division, Hank. Not a one. But as is apparent by the two of us standing before you, a new challenge can arise at any time. And much like us, even the most unlikely of pairings can be a big success; we’ll be ready when the time comes that someone should step up to challenge us, but there isn’t anyone capable of doing that right now.”
FPV: “To me, the only team that stood a chance to us died along with its sickest member. Other than that, we will go unopposed in our reign, but when the time comes, expect us to rise to the occasion and destroy the competition!”
Hank Brown: “Any ideas how long it will take for new competition to arise, or who it will be?”
FPV: “If things keep going the way they're going now, I don't see any potential talents in sight. But then again, fresh meat comes in on almost a weekly basis, so maybe it won't be THAT long. One thing’s for sure, we're not going to let someone like ‘The Arch Angels’ steal what rightfully ours.”
Hank Brown: “Well guys, it's been fun, but we're beginning to run out of time. It's been great to speak with you again, and I wish the both of you the best of luck on Monday.”
FPV: “Luck, heh, who said anything about luck?”
And with that, FPV motioned for him and Roy to exit stage left, to go their seperate ways and prepare on their own. Roy took the clue, and without so much as a word walked off. The scene cut to black.
Frank's madness was starting to get the best of him again. It was the fifth day in a row he had been plagued by these nightmares. Oblivion. Stephan screaming in his torture session. The Gathering. A sea of them, as far as the eye can see, swarming the earth. Normal everymen, being eaten by midgets, as Oblivion leads them on, laughing. The darkness of the hole. The panic of being thrown into a janitors’ closet and being stapled on. Practically left for dead by Oblivion. He just wanted it to stop, to have peace of mind.
He was in his hospital room, pacing back in forth nervously across the room. He was still in there as a precaution, in case he was let out with certain...problems. The room was very plainly decorated, a potted plant on the side of the bed, a window that overlooked the busy street next to the facility. Most of the features of the room were otherwise bland, but when you're sick or dying, or in FPV's case, losing your mind, decoration is not really a priority on your list.
He kept saying under his breath.
"He's just there, I know it, he wants to screw me over one more time. Well he's in for a surprise. A surprise that comprises of five knuckles and an imprint across the goddamn FACE!"
Suddenly, a feeling came over him. It rushed across the right side of his back, as if someone was trying to latch onto him. He animal instinct kicked in, throwing a long punch at what turned out to be nothing, connecting the punch with the plant, totally shattering the pot. FPV backed up, in terror at the rage he just displayed, before sitting down on his bed.
FPV: “Jesus Christ, what the hell is happening to me? I'm going insane over a bunch of midgets. Okay Franky, calm down, you're a fighter, you've been through worse.”
Suddenly, a knock at the door came.
FPV: “What? Who is it?”
From outside the door, a voice came. Roy Speede’s voice.
Roy Speede: ”It’s Roy. I was just coming to check on you, man. That psychopath and his cronies did a number on you last week, dude.”
FPV: “Well get your ass in here before they get you too.”
The door opened almost immediately, and Roy Speede stepped in through the doorway in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, and as soon as he was out of the way, he closed the door immediately behind him. He turned to face FPV as thoughts raced through his head, questions of just what was going on with Oblivion, mixed feelings for his father, and a new feeling of respect for him after his defeat, as well as an even stronger hatred for him, and the questions running rampant through his mind about FPV’s mental state, and whether he was even going to be able to wrestle. Roy’s brain ached from the bulk of thoughts coursing through it, but he felt discussing things with FPV would be more important.
Roy Speede: “Franky, man, I was getting worried. What... What happened exactly? I was a bit preoccupied last week, so I didn’t exactly see, but I heard about it... Are... are you okay, man? Are you even going to be able to compete this week?”
FPV: "You're damn right I'm gonna' be able to compete this week! A little bit of rest and I'll be good to go. I...just got shaken up a bit, that's all."
Roy Speede: “A bit shaken up? Are you joking? I don’t think even you could be ‘just a bit shaken up’ after that kind of crap... sit, sit, you’re right, you’ll need to get your rest after that.”
Roy had noticed that the plant sitting bedside was sitting in a pile of dirt surrounded by the remains of a pot that was completely shattered. He looked over at FPV, and pointed to the pot.
Roy Speede: “And do you think ‘just a bit shaken up’ would’ve caused you to do that?”
FPV looked Roy dead in the eye, and spoke to him in a stern voice.
FPV: “Look at me boy, have you ever seen the kind of depravity I have seen? I have seen people get their faces smashed to pieces, legs snapped like tooth-picks, damnit just a little over a month ago I saw Greenfever get MURDERED! My mind has been scarred long before this little fiasco, sure it was weird as hell, but believe me when I say it's just another scar to my collection. What about you, have you been part of crippling a man for life, all in the name of the mighty dollar, HAVE YOU?”
Roy Speede: “Franky, I was right there when Greenfever was killed; believe me, it’s nothing new to me. My mind was scarred ever since my earliest childhood memories. I know exactly what you mean. I don’t fear anything anymore; I’ll end a man’s life if I have to without so much as a second thought about it, without so much as a guilty thought. Payment or no payment, I live to hurt people; it’s what I learned after my father hurt me mentally all those years ago, when he left... “
FPV scoffed at Roy, thinking "This is the rookie I have to deal with? He's definately showing it." Before continuing his talk with Roy.
FPV: “Really, now? Am I hearing this correctly? You saying you'll end a man's life just because it's in your DNA? Is that what you're telling me?”
Roy Speede: “It isn’t just my DNA that tells me to destroy him, Franky; it isn’t just my bloodline that tells me to kill him... The day he left my mother, it was implanted in my heart. I won’t rest until I hurt him. I won’t stop until Logan suffers for what he did to my mom. And if anybody gets in my way, it will be their lives too.”
A psychotic chuckle came from Roy’s lips. Ever since he found out about Logan, he had been in an unstable sense of mind, and it was really starting to show. A heavy sigh came from Franky. He didn't want to say it to Roy's face, but he guessed it'd have to come out sometime.
FPV: “Kid, do you see what's happening? This is what he wants! He wants your rage to become you. He wants you to be blinded so he can destroy you. You mustn’t let the rage go to your head. I did that with Baines and I ended up losing the WCF Classic because of it! Stay...Focused!”
Roy slapped FPV in the face and held a finger up in his face.
Roy Speede: “I almost forgot about the classic... That’s for beating me, and not just calling for a re-match; you saw how Borderland, Kash, Doc, John Thomas and Justin Turner assaulted me. You got a more unfair advantage than the Patriots did when they taped those play calls... You’re lucky I don’t hate you like I do Logan, or you wouldn’t be competing next Monday.”
Roy chuckled, telling himself FPV had brought that upon himself, but didn’t think much of it. He always considered FPV one of the ones in the business he could actually consider a friend, but that was personal.
Roy Speede: “I’ll put that hatred aside for Logan, and focus on picking up the win. These titles are something to both of us man. Revenge will come, but it’s not always I’m going to get a title shot. And I want this, man. After losing those titles to Oblivion back in April, I’m hungry to take them back. You’re just the guy to help.”
Roy sat back in the visitors’ chair that was in FPV’s hospital room.
FPV: “Roy, on Monday, when we step in that ring, I'll pull my weight into getting those titles. You just do your part, and we'll be just fine. As for the Classic...you know, let's just brush that off, that's old news. If you still want your payback for the Classic, save it for after we win the titles. But for now, we should try and be civil. As for D-Day, he has the mental advantage of being World Champ, but we shouldn't let that distract us from our goal. As far as I know, he's never tagged with Logan, so that might give them a level of uncertainty. Still, we should be on our toes.”
Roy Speede: “I’m not going to slack off going for the titles, that’s for damned sure. But you’re right, I need to focus, sorry...”
Roy shook his head back and forth a bit violently, but it almost appeared as if he was shaking his head ‘no’ to something. As he stopped, he resumed his conversation.
Roy Speede: “If you ask me, the only advantage mentally in being the world champ is knowing you’re a target. That doesn’t really help Deruty, dude. And teaming with Logan isn’t a help either- his mental instability parallels Oblivion’s or Greenfever’s at times. Trying to defend the titles in their first time working together won’t help them a bit. But you’re right, we can’t let our guard down- Logan’s insane, and Deruty is one of the best in the business at this stuff. Not to mention the vendetta Oblivion and his freaks have against you... But who cares about Oblivion right now? We need to focus on the task at hand.”
FPV got up from his bed and started pacing around, nervous.
FPV: “I'mma have to push myself to levels I haven't been to in a long time. I know Logan is psycho, he's the one that troubles me, D-Day is just a kid, y'know. Sure, he's a kid who happens to be world champ, so he's no slouch either. But Logan...god the things he does, I mean look what he did to your mom!”
Roy Speede: “We’ll both be pushing ourselves past the top then. I know even when I was trying my best last week against Logan, one slip-up cost me the match. It makes me want to do better than my best. The result this time won’t be the same as the last if I have anything to say about it. Deruty... I have mad respect for that guy, for all he’s done within this company. He’s the one who beat Torture; he’s the world champion... But this is one battle that not even he is going to win.”
FPV: “You're damn right about that.”
FPV stopped pacing, and looked out his window, staring at the street below in concentration.
FPV: “Meet me at the WCF Arena in a little bit, I think it's time we let the world know how we feel.”
Roy stood up.
Roy Speede: “I’ve got a couple of things I need to take care of first, so I’ll meet you in a couple hours, alright?”
Roy slowly paced toward the door, turning his back as the door knob slowly turned. As Roy walked out the door, FPV chuckled and watched the speeding cars roll by.
FPV: “Logan... Oblivion... D-Day... All must die!”
Roy stopped and turned back around, having not heard what FPV had said, and just that there was something coming out of his mouth.
Roy Speede: “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. What did you just say?”
FPV: “Oh, nothing... nothing.”
An evil smirk and a chuckle came to FPV once again as Roy stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. The scene fades to black with FPV chuckling.
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The shot reopened in the WCF Arena. Roy Speede was seen standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall. He was all but silent with the only audible sound being his slow breaths. Slowly, his breathing started to increase, and he started to pace back and forth.
Roy Speede: “Franky, what’s going on? You said to meet you here...”
He was obviously concerned about his tag team partner, and as he rounded the corner onto another hallway, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
FPV: “Lighten up man, I don't bail out on my partners. You know where hank is?”
Roy turned around and there was his tag partner, FPV.
Roy Speede: “No, I honestly don’t. Never bothered to talk to the guy before unless he came lookin’ for me.”
Roy chuckled at his own joke, and smirked.
Roy Speede: “Look’s like you’re leading the way.”
FPV: “Don't worry, I know where he usually lurks. Come...”
And with that FPV led Roy through to an office along the halls. As they walked, Roy spoke.
Roy Speede: “Who said anything about worrying?”
He opened the door to see Hank Brown sitting on his desk, a camera and mic on the desk.
Hank Brown: “Lemme' guess, you need me to do you another "favor", right FPV?”
FPV: “You know it. Be lucky I'm one of the only people who asks you to do these things, otherwise you'd still be getting pushed around in the locker room by bullies.”
Hank Brown: “Well, I'm definitely glad for that. But you guys shouldn't even be in the arena! I mean, aren't you guys worried Oblivion and his gang will show up?”
Roy Speede: “Hank, first off, I’m not a homosexual, so don’t be referring to anything involving me as a ‘favor’ if you’re going to add air-quotes. Second, if Oblivion shows up, FPV’s got help this time.”
Roy smirked and chuckled sadistically, knowing FPV wasn’t the only one holding a grudge against Oblivion.
Roy Speede: “Seems like a pretty strange place for an interview, though. I Thought you had a studio or something for that, Hank.”
Hank Brown: “Yeah, it’s this way. Follow me.”
Hank stood up and got his camera, handing the mic over to FPV to carry. The studio was surprisingly far from his office, but it was small and generally fit the purpose of what it was needed for. Hank and the two wrestlers walked into the studio, where hank set up the tripod for a second, before turning it on and taking the mic from FPV.
Hank Brown: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm standing here with Roy Speede and Mr. FPV, who this Monday, will challenge D-Day and Logan for the WCF Tag Team Titles. Roy, this must be hard for you, seeing as one of those men IS your father, are you pulling any punches this week or will it be a repeat of last week?”
Roy Speede: “Well, Hank, to answer your question, it most certainly will not be a repeat of last week. In case you didn’t notice, I lost last week. This week, however, I won’t be on the losing end of things, and neither will Mr. FPV. This week, we’re going to go out there and win.”
FPV: “Damn right Roy. When you combine an unstopable force like Roy and an immovable object like me, what you get will be nothing short of amazing. It goes without saying that we deserve what we'll take from D-Day Monday.”
Hank Brown: “Okay then, do you feel that there's any challenge currently in the tag division for the titles that you both feel will soon be in your hands?”
Roy Speede: “There isn’t so much as a single threat to the title reign of Mr. FPV and Roy Speede in the tag division, Hank. Not a one. But as is apparent by the two of us standing before you, a new challenge can arise at any time. And much like us, even the most unlikely of pairings can be a big success; we’ll be ready when the time comes that someone should step up to challenge us, but there isn’t anyone capable of doing that right now.”
FPV: “To me, the only team that stood a chance to us died along with its sickest member. Other than that, we will go unopposed in our reign, but when the time comes, expect us to rise to the occasion and destroy the competition!”
Hank Brown: “Any ideas how long it will take for new competition to arise, or who it will be?”
FPV: “If things keep going the way they're going now, I don't see any potential talents in sight. But then again, fresh meat comes in on almost a weekly basis, so maybe it won't be THAT long. One thing’s for sure, we're not going to let someone like ‘The Arch Angels’ steal what rightfully ours.”
Hank Brown: “Well guys, it's been fun, but we're beginning to run out of time. It's been great to speak with you again, and I wish the both of you the best of luck on Monday.”
FPV: “Luck, heh, who said anything about luck?”
And with that, FPV motioned for him and Roy to exit stage left, to go their seperate ways and prepare on their own. Roy took the clue, and without so much as a word walked off. The scene cut to black.
