Bad Company vs. Mascara Muerto

[THEAdmin]

Tag Team Match
Bad Company vs. Mascara Muerto

RP Deadline: 6-17-14 at Midnight CST

[Jason Aries]

The scene opens up outside the PWX in Crown Pointe Indiana as the camera is focused on the front door it slowly opens as Jason makes his way out the door. He takes a look at his surroundings for a few moments as he has a serious look on his face. He seems like a man who is not about wasting time this week as he takes in a deep breath. The sound of him letting it out slowly can be heard as he wastes no time in beginning to speak to the camera.

“You know Night Hawk and myself we have been trying for months to get a shot at the world tag team titles and at every turn there is an obstacle. The fact of the matter is Brain and Darin have done whatever they can to keep those titles from us. The problem they are having there is with every obstacle we overcome it and walk out with our arms raised. I believe they are finally running out of ideas on how to stop us because they k now they cannot do it. I know when our name comes up they are at a loss because they want to bury us but then fail miserably. The two of them know at the end of the day the tag team titles are coming where they belong.”

He shakes his head as he looks down at the ground for a few seconds with the camera staying on him not wanting to miss a second of what he has to say. The thoughts seem to be racing through his head as he is trying to figure out what to say next. He takes in a deep breath to try and calm himself as he seems to be getting more and more pissed off. He finally looks at the camera as he no longer can take it and just begins once again speaking.

“The best of three series is just another way to try and keep us from having those titles but those two are going to soon find out we are going nowhere. The entire wrestling world knows we are one of the best teams in the world and we are going to prove it. I do not care what type of things are put in our way we will always overcome to get where we need to be. I hope the two of them are once again ready to be embarrassed again it’s normal for them. I know they put a great team in our way but that is all they are at this point in our way. Bad Company is going to be the new world tag team champions no matter who ends up being in our way.”

He rubs his hands together as he once again seems to be getting even more and more pissed off but he is trying to hold it together for the camera. The camera just watches on as it seems to be an explosion is on its way slowly but surely. He folds his arms across his chest as he just glares in to the camera but he refuses to say a word for a split second. He finally composes himself as he is finally ready to speak his eyes could burn a hole through the lens.

“I know the four of us are going to put on three of the best matches anyone has ever seen but I can promise you Bad Company is coming with a new attitude. I am not saying we are going to cheat or break the rules but it is time for us to show our violent side. The world knows we have been held back and held down for way to long. Night Hawk is known as the wrestling machine because of his skill but no one knows him like I know him. The world has seen how vicious and nasty I can become when I am pushed back in to a corner. I have to ask the two of you are you ready for what is to come are you truly ready to be in the ring with us.”


He slowly turns and walks back through the door as it closes behind him the scene fades to black.

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“Knowledge will give you power, but character respect.”
As Nighthawk sits down slowly in the study room of his wrestling school in the East Pilsen section of Chicago as he begins the process of preparing himself mentally for the 1st match in the Best of 3 series against Mascara Muerto, one has to wonder if he can get himself into the kind of mindset that he is going to need to be in so that defeating the former World Tag Team Champions doesn’t turn into yet another one of the blood-and-guts wars that he has spent so much of his career being drawn into.


But as we think about this further, and try to understand what sort of iron will he possesses that turned him from a middle-of-the-road prospect into a man who has won titles the world over and now is 1\2 of one of the most critically acclaimed tag teams of recent memory, we realize that while he might not want to, Nighthawk is more than capable of drawing himself into yet another war if doing so ensures that he wins the match.


Even despite the idea that he is more than suited to the idea of getting involved in a brutal war if he knows he has to, the “Wrestling Machine” has to be hoping that the slick teamwork and chemistry of Bad Company will be enough to carry them through this match without having to watch helplessly as it devolves into the sort of war that one only hopes to survive.



But as Nighthawk pulls out a notepad from out of one of the drawers in his desk, rapidly scribbling strategy points to bring to Jason Aries in advance of their big tag team match, the door to his study room slowly draws open. Sitting down next to his teacher, a husky student by the name of Francois Coulthard waits for the “Man of 1000 Holds” to notice him which he finally does and puts his notepad back in the drawer of his desk.



(Author’s Note: this conversation took place in French.)



Nighthawk: “Hello, Francois. I know you’ve been struggling with the curriculum, and the demands your trainers and I have put on you, but I didn’t think that you would come to me and talk to me about it, if I'm being honest. I haven’t trained you as much as Santos has, or any of our other trainers for that matter. But I'm here to help you, Francois. Tell me what’s going on.”



Francois Coulthard, his thick Quebecois accent belying the passion in his voice: “I want to be where you are, you know. I want to be respected and thought of as the best. But I can’t seem to figure out all of the things that you want me to do, that you want me to learn, and it’s driving me insane. I just want to be as good as you, and I'd really like your help. Please help me.”



Nighthawk: “You can’t want that, Francois. To get it, to be the man everyone thinks of as the best, you can’t WANT that. you have to crave it. it has to be the first thing you think about in the morning, and the last thing you think about when your head hits the pillow. You have to be willing to train 3 times a day to get it, to travel to places where they don’t speak the language because someone told you there was a guy who had a trick you didn’t know yet. That’s what this takes. And truth be told, if you had asked me if you could do it when you first got here, I wouldn’t have been able to say yes. Now, though, that’s different. I can say that you could do it. I know you can. The question is: Will you? Will you do what needs to be done? Will you be as good a student as you need to be?”



Francois: “Yes, I can. And I will. Thank you for helping me see what I need to do.”



Nighthawk: “I'll leave you to it.”



And with that, Francois walks out with a new sign of motivation as Nighthawk continues to take notes as he watches yet another DVD.



The next morning….



As Nighthawk pulls his car out of his driveway to head off to the arena for their first match against Mascara Muerto, he slowly closes his eyes. Clad in a black Incoherence t-shirt, gray jeans, and black work boots, Nighthawk opens his eyes and frowns for a second.
Nighthawk: “I am an American who happened, through a dizzying set of circumstances I sometimes can’t remember myself, was fortunate enough to be able to spend the first part of my career in Mexico. Some of the tricks I learned, and the building blocks for the Hangman’s Clutch, are direct results of that time spent there. And in all of those hours sweating and suffering in a little sweatbox in Tijuana with no air conditioning, getting stretched in ways that I hadn’t envisioned to be possible, I learned what it was to want something. I wanted to be respected by my trainer, to be thought of as a serious professional wrestler. So when all of my classmates left, I studied harder and spent more time in the ring. And then, the day came. The day when I stepped into a sold-out Estadio Azteca and heard the Mexican national anthem sung to my opponent, as a way of rallying him against me, and I knew I arrived. Estadio Azteca is a place where no one wants to go, especially not if you fly the flag of the United States. But I went. I survived. The only difference between that night and this is simple: This week, I won’t have a mask to lose. All I have left to lose, all that’s on the line, is my pride. Because Jason and I will be World Tag Team Champions. That is the only thing we are thinking about, the only reason we get up early in the morning to make sure our teamwork is as sharp as it can possibly be. We want to be champions. And to get there, to make that dream of ours more than just something we talk about but can’t fulfill, we have to beat you. And so we will.
But let me make something clear right now, because I need it to be. This isn’t about disrespect, or hatred. Rather this is, at least I hope, about competition at the highest level possible. When this match was signed, I was happy to see it as much because I knew what winning it would mean as it was because Jason and I will get a chance to test ourselves against what we know is a world-class tag team. But make no mistake, it is time to make our name right now. Jason and I have, since the tag division came back into prominence, been wanting nothing more than to be the World Tag Team Champions. It has fueled us, made us the team we are, and guided us when it seemed like it was a goal we were never going to get to. And now, after all of the roadblocks that everyone put in front of us, we’re so close to it that we can’t stand it.
SO, mascara Muerto, if you think that as good as you are you’re going to be the team that stops us from getting to that last goal in our careers, you’re mistaken. This week, you learn what every other tag team already knows. We are the best tag team here, and this week, we prove it.
Goodnight. May sleep give you the courage to go on.”