ICW Tag Team Classic Roleplay Thread

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Welcome one and all, to the ICW Tag Team Classic!

We've got teams from all over the world, both in and out of the ICW, competing for the opportunity to become the first-ever ICW tag team champions and claim the title of the best tag team in the Coalition!

The tournament will begin on this Friday, April 12th, and will be broadcast on FPW's Network! The finals are scheduled to take place at ALPHA Wrestling's Ascendance Pay-Per-View, and will be simulcast on the FPW Network, as well!

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*Camera comes up on Jerry and Berry Bishop seated opposite each other, clearly in thought over something. Fozzie the Bear sits between them while wearing a small pair of glasses. Dasha Banks approaches.*

DB: Um, I'm sorry to interrupt-

*Both Bishops hold a hand towards Dasha silently before slowly withdrawing them in tandem. After a tense moment, Jerry reaches down. The camera pans down to show a chessboard at the start of the game. Jerry takes a pawn and moves it one space forward. The camera pans back up, obscuring the board*

JB: *solemnly* Your move, Beatrice.

*Jerry turns to Dasha. Berry ponders her move, Fozzie makes a note on a little notepad next to him.*

JB: *cheerfully* Yes, Dasha, what can I do for you?

DB: Um... Right. Yes. Jerry, the ICW Tag Team Classic will mark the first time you and Berry have stepped into the ring side-by-side. What's going through your mind right now?

JB: I'm incredibly proud and excited, Dasha. I've watched Berry grow and improve in the ring to such a tremendous degree in such a short time, and I could not be more proud of her as a wrestler and as family. And putting the Bishops together for the first time? With championship gold on the line? How much more excited could I be?

*Berry completes her move and "tags" Jerry to indicate his turn. Jerry instantly switches his focus while Berry turns her attention to Dasha. Fozzie makes his notes dutifully*

BB: Dashy, Jerry and I are incredibly excited about this tournament and we can't wait to show the world what we can do.

DB: I'm glad to hear that, Berry. But I do feel I have to touch on something here in regards to your combined tag team experience. While you have only wrestled singles matches so far in FPW, Jerry has had several tag team encounters alongside the League of Friendmigos...

*Jerry pauses for a moment and begins to well up before making his move and "tagging" Berry. Fozzie scribbles on his pad.*

JB: Dasha, I want to state for the record. This isn't just me speaking as a wrestler, this is me speaking directly to the Freedom Fighters and to my partners as a man. Super Che Junior and Matt Dwyer are not only two of the greatest in-ring competitors I've ever seen, but two of the greatest men I've ever known. Che's aerial abilities, precision, and agility are beyond compare. Matt's speed, quick thinking, and endurance are enviable. Their passion to give the audience something to remember drew us together as a trio, and solidified us as a unit. Three performers from three quarters of the world coming together to steal the show, win or lose, where else can you get that but in this business. And for better or for worse, that bond carried us through some very troubled waters. They will always be my closest friends. I wish them the best of luck and happiness wherever they may be. But I want them to know that if they decide to return I will be here with open arms for them.

*Berry finishes her move and "tags" Jerry. Fozzie marks the move as Jerry turns to the board and regains composure.*

BB: I'm with Jerry here. I didn't get to know Matt and Che very well before... Before they found other callings... But I saw how close they all were, and I hope that I can honor their tradition of show-stealing action.

DB: And Berry, how do you feel having your brother as your partner heading into this tournament?

BB: Are you kidding? I've never been so excited! Well, except for that time the ice cream shop in town was giving out jelly bean-topped sundaes. And the time I got signed to FPW. And when Jerry and I finally connected as family. But really, who could top that? Jerry's been doing this a lot longer than I have-

*Jerry looks up from the board* JB: Hey!

BB: Relatively speaking! *the two fistbump for the pun* So I'm glad to have a veteran, especially a tag team veteran in my corner to help keep things going smoothly.

DB: But are you at all anxious about working together for the first time against teams that have been partners for longer than you have?

BB: Well, there's always some smoothing over you have to do, but-

*Jerry "tags" Berry, Fozzie marks his pad*

JB: We're family, and that's a connection literally none of these teams have. Even if we've only had each other in our lives for a relatively short amount of time, we have found the familial chemistry that would have always been there regardless. And we're gonna show those other teams what it means to be a well-oiled machine.

*Berry emphatically makes her move.*

BB: CHECKMATE!

*Camera pans down to show a nearly empty board with Jerry's king in a checkmate position*

JB: Really, Berry? I was in the middle of something!

BB: Come on, it's my big move anyway!

DB: How did you two do...

*Camera fades out as Dasha shrugs and smiles while the Bishop Family playfully argue over Fozzie's notes of the game*

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So, it's getting close to the time Marcus and Tyler Morgan, the Alpha Tag Champions, team up to fight against the team known as The Bishops. Marcus is distraught in the fact he has to fight a woman, and may even only allow Tyler to fight her, but since he wants to become a double Tag Team champion, he's just going to have to suck it up and do his job here. The Bishops have been very successful in tournements, making semi finals and even finals though both lost to Baker, so maybe Marcus should ask him advice for how to defeat this duo, so this is going to be very tough. With both Marcus and Morgan taking part in two tournies, including this one, the hope is they don't end up too worn out to win it, but I suppose we'll see in the end. Whatever the matter... they at least want to win one match up and not get eliminated in the first round, as that would suck, but maybe an early elimination would make winning the Alpha Gaultnet of Glory easier...

nah, where's the fun in that? it's all about winning three titles at once!

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the road to el dorado

We open on a bright and sunny day in Miami, Florida. No more than ten feet from the edge of a calm and vibrant blue pool reclines none other than Dauntless Tommy Saxon. He sports a gold necklace and a pair of black sunglasses and a white towel wrapped around his waist. A smaller white towel drapes around the back of his neck and hangs over the front of either collarbone. His lounge chair is white with forest green cushion on top, and to his right there is a narrow and hip-level table with a glass of whiskey. Reclining on an identical lounge chair stationed perpendicularly to Saxon’s is his girlfriend, the Stargazer herself, Ella Ripley. She wears a blue halter top and matching blue tie-side bottoms, a gold bracelet, expensive brown sunglasses, and her amber locks pulled up into a bun to allow for maximum sun exposure. Her skin glistens, tanned, with tanning oils that Saxon had only just recently applied for her. On the far side of her chair is another table like the one beside Saxon, this one with a Piña Colada atop it. Saxon smirks confidently as he massages the arches of his girlfriend’s feet in his lap and addresses the camera for the first time.


“There’s somefin’ ‘bout this opportunity,” he begins, his Hammersmith accent punching through quite directly. “Somefin’ ‘bout getting this chance to show the wrestling world what proper tag team wrestling looks like. And if my Ella’s any indication?” Saxon flicks an affectionate glance to the woman to his left, allowing his eyes to slowly trail her figure from top to bottom. “It looks brilliant. If you don’t know who we are, I am Tommy Saxon, and this beautiful woman to my left is called Ella Ripley. My Ella and I, we’ve been fighting tooth and nail to get where we are, yeah? And after all of these months, after all of these matches where the Suplex Sweethearts punch people in their teef, after all of these wins comin’ one Suplex at a time, here we are going up against John Grimm and Elizabeth Karlson in the opening round of the ICW Tag Team Classic.” Tommy nods his head and flicks a glance over to his sultry girlfriend, who purses her lips together to blow him a kiss before taking a sip of her Piña Colada. “I’ve got to say… For the last few months Elizabeth Karlson was called our boss. Our bag’s always been tag team wrestling, but Liz decided she’d much rather be daft and tried her best to separate my Ella and I. She bloody-well did not like that. Not. One. Bit. After holdin’ us back every chance she had, it’s about time we get our chance to show her what she was keepin’ from bein’ on the show every week, ‘innit? About DAMN time. We used to look ‘er right in the eyes. Proper fucking professionals, yeah? We used to tell ‘er there’s nuffin’ we couldn’t respond to wif a Suplex. We used to tell ‘er if she’d just give us one one bloody chance we’d make the most of it. Instead? Instead you showcased all of these cunts who can’t wrestle. It’s just floppin’ ‘round the ring like fish out of water. Nuffin’ ‘bout what they did is wrestling. Not even really fightin’. But me? My Ella? We’ve been fighting since the day we could first walk. And once we found each other and got each other’s backs? Well, it’s a whole new game now, ‘innit? For every flip they brought, we had an answer. Suplex. For every somersault for nuffin’, we had an answer. Suplex. For every springboard, we had an answer. Suplex. For everything those wankers frew at us? Suplex. And yet… And yet Elizabeth Karlson put tossers like Shane bloody Holliday on a pedestal,” he continues. Pausing, he shakes his head and flicks his gaze over to Ripley. “Know what hurts most about a pedestal, pet? A Suplex off of it. Yes, love. A Suplex off of it. And since you’ve been holdin’ yourself on a pedestal, Karlson? We’d be happy to show you what we mean.”

The corner of Saxon’s mouth curls into a grin as he uses one hand to massage Ella’s ankle, her other to massage her heel. His eyes drift down to her shining skin under the sun before slowly drifting up her shins, past her knees, all the way up her hips past her torso to her face as she takes another sip of her drink. After taking a sip of his whiskey, himself, Saxon licks his lips, sets the glass back down, and continues with his resentful rhetoric.


“As for you, Grimm,” continues the U.K. Destroyer. “Your choice of partner is nuffin’ special, ya’ wanker. You and I go out there and have ourselves a proper fistfight, and she’s only going to get hurt. Looking forward to it. You can bring your fists, John. You can let ‘em do your talking for you. I know bloody-well Liz ain’t got nuffin’ to say, so maybe lettin’ your fist do your talking for you is the smartest fing you could do. And if you’re still planning on showing your face in this ICW Tag Team Classic? Keepin’ your mouf shut an’ letting your actions talk’d be the smartest fing you’ve done in your whole career.” A soft and amused chuckle escapes from Ella’s lips, immediately plastering a shit-eating grin across her boyfriend’s face. He nods his head and wets his lips before continuing. “Because you two? There’s nuffin’ on this Earf that you’d ravher do less than puttin’ my Ella in a bad mood. Tell ‘em again, babe. I love the way it sounds when ya’ say that. Puttin’ my Ella in a bad mood is bloody suicidal, now, ‘innit? Mhmm. But you an’ Liz already know all about deaf, don’t you? Bein’ edgy ain’t mean nuffin’ to a Suplex, mate,” he reminds anyone watching. “If it ain’t mean nuffin’ to a Suplex, what’s POSSIBLY gonna’ mean to me? Mean to my Ella? Do I look concerned? No, love. You look lush. But you, John? When we’re frough wif you, you’re gonna’ wish you two had sod off when you had the chance. Instead of sittin’ by the pool like we’re doing right now, like you could’ve been, mate? You’ll be sittin’ there broken in half an’ knocked out. Once I pop ya’ one proper? You’ll bloody-well understand what cunts like you mean to a Suplex.”

Saxon nods with a grin as Ripley pulls her feet back from her boyfriend’s lap. While Ella spins around clockwise and sits up with emphasized posture, Saxon reaches into a black bag on the ground beside his chair to procure a thick cigar and a box of matches. Ella coils to her feet and struts around her chair the long way to come down on its front side. Saxon chomps off the end of his cigar and drags a match against its box, using it to ignite his cigar once lit. He grins cockily as he puffs on his cigar, his girlfriend approaching him to gracefully swing down to a seat on his lap with her right leg crossed over her left. She leans back and kisses him on the lips before lowering the sunglasses on her nose and turning toward the camera to speak directly for the first time.


“Ya’ let your fists do your talking for ya’,” she begins, “I usually let mine.” As she says this she pulls Tommy’s hand into her own, balling his fingers into a fist and lifting it to her lips to kiss slowly. After lowering her boyfriend’s fist back down, she turns to the camera again. “Ya’ see, my Tommy is no mere, ordinary man. As long as we’ve been in this business, we’ve been surrounded by guys who thought they were special. Thought they were some kind of badass because they’d won a couple of fights. But I’ll tell ya’ what… Ya’ don’t know badass ‘til you see my Tommy knockin’ some poor son of a bitch’s teeth down his throat. But… Say it’s me ya’ have the misfortune of stepping into the ring with. Just like Tommy’s, all of your eyes will be on me and ya’ know what? I would never complain about an opportunity to rip someone’s arm off,” she chuckles lightly. She turns her head to the side to look longingly into the satisfied expression on Saxon’s face before returning her gaze to the camera to continue speaking. “And like my Tommy said, we’ve got a bone to pick with ya’, Elizabeth. When it’s all said and done, ya’ got nobody to blame but yourself if ya’ get Johnny knocked the Hell out. Because no matter what, no matter who stands in our way, my Tommy and I are going all the way to the finals at Ascendance to win the ICW Tag Team Championship. And we’re gonna’ be doing it one Suplex at a time. After we finish with the two of you, we’ll go on to Suplex whatever other FPW nobodies stand between us and those titles… Suplex ‘em ‘til they can’t walk or talk anymore… Suplex ‘em ‘til we’re blue in the face and you’re crying, looking down at the floor we’re about to pin ya’ on, searching for the rest of the teeth my Tommy knocked clean out of your jaw. Because that? That is What. We. Do,” she explains confidently without passing over into arrogance. “Ya’ call yourselves Renegades... A resistance... But ya’ know what? Nobody can resist a Suplex... Not for long enough for it to matter, anyway.” After cracking a smile, Ella chuckles for a moment. She slowly guides her gaze along the trail of the smoke from Saxon’s cigar before she looks deeply into his eyes. “And we’ve got a Suplex or a hundred with their names on it, don’t we, babe?”


“Is that what you want, pet?”

Saxon asks interestedly with a slightly raised eyebrow and a grin on his face. She nods happily and kisses his cheek when he turns his head back toward the camera.


“What my Ella wants... My Ella GETS!”

With this, Ripley takes the cigar out of Saxon’s mouth and places it into her own. After taking a few puffs of said cigar, she pulls it out of her mouth and looks into Saxon’s eyes. She kisses him on the lips and places the cigar back in his mouth as we fade to black.

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The camera pans in to show Marcus and Tyler Morgan, with their tag team titles.


So... the first round of the ICW Tag Team tournament! I'm looking forward to it, It'll be nice to get two titles, one for each shoulder - I think that'll look pretty sweet, right T-Morg?"
 
Marcus looks to Tyler. Tyler chuckles as he nods his head in agreement.

Thats right Marcus.... might as well start calling you Marcus-Two-Belts! We want everyone to know that we are coming in hot into this tournament. Like a freaking heat seeking missile. We’re claiming those tag titles and we’re bringing them home!
 
"So in the first round, we're facing a team know as "The Bishops", and you know, I'm not too psyched in the fact that I'll have to beat up a woman... but I guess I'll just have to do my job. Double champ is double champ! plus, I'm sure that since she signed up for this, she can take a punch. ...maybe I can just stand at the side whilst you fight her Tyler, then I wont have to feel bad about hitting a woman, yes?"
 
Hey Marcus, she signed up for this. Obviously I’ll go easy on her. Maybe just toss her out of the ring. She probably weighs like a buck thirty or something at the most. Though I guess I’d look like the bad guy fighting Berry
 
"Aha, I'm not gonna leave you high and dry like that mate, if I have to spear a chick to get what we want, then so be it. The Bishops have done pretty well, getting far in these little tournies that happen, but it seems they always falter at the last hurdle and this time... we're going to make sure they falter at the first hurdle. We've shown that we can win when the stakes are at their highest, and we're going to do that again in this tag team classic. So make sure you tune in to see us beat up a brother and sister duo... and if you like seeing us in action, make sure to tune into Alpha Wrestling as well, where you can see us beat up other tag teams! ...and, in a few weeks, we're going to see Marcus and Morgan fight each other!"
 
Marcus does a fake over the top gasp.

That will be an interesting match, though we won’t let that get in the way of our tag team division.
 
"Be sure to cheer as hard as you can for Marcus in that match, so he can finally get a win over Tyler. It sure has been a while since that has happened."
 
Marcus winks to Tyler.

Keep dreaming buddy. I’ll never let you win that easily. Though if you do win then props to you!
 
"But most importantly... cheer for your favourite tag team champions to become double champs! and yes, that means us, woooooo!"

Tyler points to Marcus.

Double Champ.

Tyler then points to himself nodding his head smirking.

Triple Champ!
 
Tyler nudges Marcus laughing a little bit. Then Tyler sees Marcus isn’t laughing so he gets more serious.

But yes! We want to hear those cheers loud and clear! If you don’t like us... then let us hear it.

Marcus then says one last thing. 
 
"And if we're not your favourites... we will be after we win the ICW tag titles!"

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So, in the first round of both tournies, Marcus and Morgan came out on top, neat. That's one step closer to becoming the best tag team in the world. Next up is The Walkers, who the duo are very familiar with having faced them for the Alpha Tag Titles before. Will the result be the same as before, with M&M coming out on top? I guess we'll just have to wait an see. Hopefully the duo are still champions though, as they do have a title defence this week... so they may end up having to settle just for the ICW titles. That would sure suck.

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The camera pans to show the current Alpha Tag Champions, Marcus and Tyler Morgan. Marcus speaks.
 
Marcus: "So, the first round of both tournaments is up, and we defeated The Bishops, and The Baxter Brothers. You know... it's actually kinda interesting that we defeated two teams of siblings in both of the first rounds, because you'd think that siblings would have the upper hand, having known each other all their lives, but then we just end up defeating both sets of siblings, and got the wins. A lot of people said that we were taking on way too much at once, and you may be right - but so far, we can't argue with the results. And you know what's interesting? the fact that the next round of the ICW Tag Tourney features us fighting another team with the members being related, and we're going to make sure we make it three for three.  "
 
Tyler smirks as he shifts his Tag Team Title on his shoulder.

Thats right Marcus. Though give credit where credit is due. They were great opponents they put up on hell of a fight. However we are former MCW Tag Team Champions and the current Alpha Tag Team Champions! On the 17th we’ll be facing the team of the Walkers. Want to tell them about the Walkers, Marcus?
 
"The Walkers, unlike the other teams we faced in the first round, we know a lot about you, since both of us come from the same company, Alpha. Heck, we swooped in at the last minute, and won the titles after you guys had taken months to try and win them, losing over and over and over to the New Age Plague. It's funny you mentioned the fact I lost a few matches in a row, and fair enough - but you lost multiple tag team titles matches in a row, and they were a lot more important than most of the matches I lost, since most of them were throw-a-ways, so make fun of that as much as you want - its your fault we're standing here as the tag team champions, and it's going to remain that way. Your last names are "Walker", but the only walking the two of you will be doing, is when you walk into a spear, and get pinned 1-2-3. Heh, I love puns. We have a second set of titles to win, and like you always do when it comes to winning tag titles, you'll fall and be salty that Marcus and Morgan did it instead in their first try."
 
Thats right, we are not stepping aside for everyone. We came and we conquered the Alpha Tag Team Division and we are on our way to conquering the ICW Tag Team Division. On Friday this week we will be defending our title against Aaron Arkham and Hayden Salvation! We hope that every single team in the ICW Tournament pays close attention to that match as we will demonstrate the damage that we are capable of causing.

"Precisely, we might not even be champions by the time of that match up. Arkham is a former Alpha World Champion, and his lacky is no slouch either - so worst comes to worse we'll have to settle for only the ICW tag titles... but the thing about that is, I don't feel like losing to Arkham and his brainwashed lover, and I have beat Arkham in multiple title matches before for the SupremePRO Universe Title back in the day. When titles are on the line, I go the extra mile and if anyone is going to win a title from me, they're going to have to go through hell and back on the battlefield. So like Tyler said, Walkers - enjoy our title defence and make sure you study up - though not too much, as I don't want you to win. 
 
...that goes for you too, Death Squad - though we'll have a lot more to say about you when we get closer to that tag classic semi final match up. Gotta kill those in front of us first, and that starts in our title defence this week."
 
Marcus and Tyler then lift their titles in the air, celebrating them being champions. 

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Marcus: "Well, now we're into the last four against the Suplex Sweethearts, after we defeated the Walkers... and it only took us one minute to win. After all their talk, they couldn't even manage to last longer than a minute? at least it meant we were more rested up for other matches I suppose, but I'm kinda disappointed... and you know, it makes us look bad, since the Walkers are from Alpha. Losing so quickly kinda makes us look like worse champions... since that means our competition can go down as easy that that. But that's why we're going to win a second set of tag team titles! then no one can doubt we're the best tag team in the world!"
 
The Suplex Sweethearts have definitely proven themselves to be a powerful Tag Team. They defeated Team Freedom Pro Wrestling. Tommy Saxon earned himself a Title Shot for the FPW World Heavyweight Championship. Tread carefully Saxon. Don’t let that title shot opportunity go to your head. Don’t underestimate Marcus and I. Hopefully you guys saw what I did to both Aaron Arkham and Hayden Salvation alone. So the two of us can do some hefty damage. I’m a pretty respectful person when respect is earned and you guys have earned my respect, but don’t think I won’t drop either one of you in our match. The stakes are high and we didn’t come all this way to fall short now.
 
"We even beat the Walkers in our quarter final match in only a minute. We mean serious business, and if you underestimate us like the Walkers did, maybe we'll beat you even faster than we did The Walkers.That doesn't mean we're going to underestimate you ourselves, though. Like Tyler said, Tommy could be a world champion very soon... though so could Tyler, depending on how the final two matches in the Gauntlet go. So I'd say that could be about even. Still, we will prepare for this match up as much as needed and will come out on top.
 
With the Walkers, we were very familiar with them since they've been in Alpha for a long time, so maybe that's why we managed to get such an advantage, but you two, the "Suplex Sweethearts", are more new. More to learn. You'll have more tricks up your sleave. Heck, we've never fought you, unlike the Walkers - so this is new ground. We've had fun seeing your matches, and you're a good team, but can you do it against Marcus and Morgan? not to toot our own horns, but we did defeat multiple teams consisting of siblings. I guess lovers is the next step to defeat. Geeze, they sure aren't making it easy for us. Siblings, lovers, next up we're probably going to have to fight some clones. ...what if those clones are of Marcus and Morgan!?"
 
Marcus looks to Tyler with fake shocked horror then continues.
 
"Whoever you throw in front of us, we will use our experience to win. We defeated a former Alpha World Champion and his brainwashed lackey to retain our Alpha World Tag Team titles, so if anyone can defeat the Suplex Sweethearts and then go into the final to determine the ICW tag team champions... it's us.
 
Just don't blame us if you guys break up due to the arguments losing when you're so close to the gold will cause... I don't wanna be blamed for that, but I guess if we can't help it..."
 
Getting back to the point, it doesn’t matter who you are or where you came from, Who trained you, how impressive you were in Riot! Pro! This is Alpha Wrestling and we’re going to make sure you get the true welcome basket from the Alpha Wrestling World Tag Team Champions! We won these titles through blood and sweat and fighting through hell to win them. We defeated...... no no, we eradicated the New Age Plague to win these titles. We retained them in a fatal four way Tag Team Match. If you don’t think we are capable of keeping these titles then step in the ring and see what kind of damage we are capable of. Whether it’s a Powerbomb or a Spear from Marcus or a Morgan Stunner or Sweet Seattle by me. We will end you and all hell will break loose! We’re walking out with the ICW Tag Team Championships. That’s a damn fact Suplex Sweethearts!

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one step closer

We open on the interior of a diner with a rather nostalgic atmosphere. The booths are a faded beige with red cushioning, but it is not the booth itself that draws the camera’s attention. Instead, it is the confident visage of Dauntless Tommy Saxon and his girlfriend, the Stargazer herself, Ella Ripley. The duo sit on opposite sides of one of the booths in the diner, an empty plate or two adorning the face of the table between them. Both have white mugs resting upon small, white plates. Steam creeps up from the brim of either mug, suggesting they contain either tea or coffee. Smirking, Saxon glares into the camera while Ella peers down at a cell phone on the table before her. The former dons a pair of dark blue jeans, brown shoes, a plain forest green shirt, and a navy blue blazer. His feminine counterpart sports a pair of black Lululemon leggings, black Nike sneakers with white ankle socks, and a black flutter sleeve top. She also dons a simple necklace to match her simple earrings and even simpler bracelet. Upon her boyfriend’s face, however, Tommy wears an expression of arrogance.


“Another round deeper into the ICW Tag Team Classic,” he begins, his accent thick and unmistakable “And nothin’ is different. It’s all comin’ up Suplex, ‘innit? Two weeks ago we did exactly what we’ve been sayin’ we’d do… We took down our former employer, gave her what she deserved— a fist in the mouth. And more Suplexes than she can handle. And when we were through with her, we took down the odds-on favorites. And by doin’ so I earned myself a title match for the FPW World Heavyweight Championship. I would’ve won, too, but Graham Baker took it upon himself to order his cunt girlfriend to take a chair to my Ella’s back. In doin’ so, he earned himself a proper punch in the teeth.” Tommy shakes his head with utter disdain, the images of his girlfriend being attacked at ringside replaying over and over in his mind. “Even with how bloody stupid it was of him to do that, we aren’t here to talk about Graham Baker and we’re not here to talk about his girlfriend, yeah? We’re here to talk about the ALPHA World Tag Team Champions. We’re here to talk about Marcus and Tyler Morgan. And we’re here to talk about how there’s nobody left to stop us from winning the ICW World Tag Team Championships. And it starts with Marcus... It starts with you, mate.” Tommy grins nefariously before lifting the mug to his lips and sipping his hot beverage. When he places it back onto the plate, his eyes flick back to the camera and he continues. “Former ALPHA Wrestlin’ Spirit Champion, current World Tag Team Champion, and what do you got to show for it? If it weren’t for Tyler carryin’ you on his back, you’d be at home on the couch watchin’ your Bolton Wanderers shit the bed on the telly. Instead, you’re linin’ yourself up for a proper ass-beatin’. You’re nothin’ more than a gobshite, mate, and I’m sure even Tyler’s gettin’ tired of what’s been comin’ out of your mouth. First man in ALPHA Wrestlin’ history to win a singles title and a tag team title, and winnin’ matches for you on your own’s been like pissin’ the bed with your socks on. Fuckin’ laughable, mate.”

Saxon snickers evilly and shakes his head with a contemptuous sneer on his face. Even Ella, whose attention still resides upon the screen of her iPhone, chuckles in response to her boyfriend’s assertion regarding Marcus’s recent level of success (or lack thereof). After taking another sip of his drink, Saxon adjusts his frame so as to orient his entire body toward the camera. From here, he smirks confidently and elaborates further.


“You think takin’ down the New Age Plague for those titles of yours is somethin’ brilliant? You think anyone is impressed by you two takin’ down the Walkers in the last round, mate? You’re a fool if you think anythin’ other than that you two’ve got loser written all over ya’ like Brighton in a stick of rock.” Saxon laughs evilly but rather briefly before continuing. “For all the success you left in twenty-eighteen, Marcus, there’s nothin’ to show for it right here and right now, is there? Ya’ got yourself a girlfriend, a munter— right butterface, Alice le Blanc. She’d probably be a better tag team partner for Tyler than Marcus, to be honest. It isn’t impressive at all, though, mate. You’ve lost the plot if you think anyone’s impressed with ya’ of late. You bein’ a cheeky cunt doesn’t do anythin’ for how the rest of the world looks at you. Your words don’t mean anythin’ to my fist, mate. They damn sure don’t mean anythin’ to a Suplex,” he grunts. “And don’t think we haven’t been watchin’ the Gauntlet of Glory, Marcus. The whole world’s seen you lose not once, not twice, not three times, but in all four of your matches so far. It’s bloody pathetic. My Tommy would be in the Finals if he were in the tournament. That’s right, pet… ‘Cuz that’s what I do. I’d be pullin’ a blinder in the Gauntlet if I weren’t so busy runnin’ straight through the ICW Tag Team Classic.” Ella lifts her gaze from her phone, locking it and flipping it face-down on the table. She extends a hand and places it on top of Saxon’s nearest hand to support him as he continues to talk trash to one half of their opponents. “You’re lucky, Marcus. You’re lucky this tournament is for tag team titles, because otherwise? Otherwise you know as well as we do, as well as Tyler does that you’d be lyin’ down there on the mat lookin’ up at the lights after losin’ in the first round. You and Tyler might’ve beaten the Walkers in a minute or somethin’, but if it had been just you, mate? You would’ve been the one losin’ in under a minute. And we’re gonna’ prove that in our match, aren’t we, love?” He flicks an affectionate glance to Ella, who nods emphatically. “It’s no secret that you’re the weak link, Marcus. And there’s few things I enjoy more than givin’ a weak link every Suplex he deserves.”

When the U.K. Destroyer lifts his mug back to his lips, he turns his frame back to face his girlfriend across the table, suggesting he’s spoken his piece. In keeping with this suggestion, Ella turns her frame slightly toward the camera, though not nearly as squared as Tommy had moments earlier. A smirk spreads across her sultry lips before she pushes some of her hair behind her ear.


“Which brings us to you, Tyler,” she begins with a venomous tone and narrowed eyes. “Two weeks ago we were beating a team that called themselves Renegades and now? Now we’re about to go beat a team where one of their girlfriends — another idiot who thinks she’s a Renegade — is more of a challenge on her own than both of ya’ are combined. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not stupid. I know ya’ made quite the name for yourself in ALPHA Wrestling, from being named the Hero of the Year last year to headlining Break or Be Broken— losing at Break or Be Broken, I should say. But at the end of the day, your past successes don’t matter to me. And if it doesn’t matter to me, it’s not gonna’ matter to my Tommy. The only thing that matters when you two get into the ring with us is that I get what I want. I make sure of that and Tommy makes damn sure of that.” Ella winks and blows a kiss across the table to Tommy, who instantly dons a shit-eating grin as a result. “And do ya’ know what I want? I want to show you and show the world that even a Beast — self-proclaimed or not — means nothing to a Suplex. At this point, I’m honestly surprised ya’ haven’t forfeited this match. Ya’ just don’t have what it takes to beat the Suplex Sweethearts, Tyler. You and your partner have one win combined in the Gauntlet of Glory, and the only way for either of you to make it two wins combined is for one of you to beat the other next week. To tell ya’ the truth, once we’re through with ya’ you two might not even be able to make it to your match against one another,” she spits scathingly. “But us? This is what we do. Just ask Alexander James and Shawn Mickleson. Just ask Danny Jackson and Aiden Balmer. Ask Amaya Gisei, Jeremiah Gail, John Grimm, Elizabeth Karlson, Jace Mason, and your former IMMUNITY stablemate Graham Baker. When it comes to this whole tag team thing? There’s not a chance in Hell ya’ beat us. We’re gonna’ run right through the two of you like we ran through every single other team that’s ever tried to stop us. And once we’re finished Suplexing ya’ all over the arena? We’ll show ya’ what brass knuckles can really do.”

As Ella says this, the fist upon which Tommy routinely will wear brass knuckles for his Power of the Punch 2.0/Knuckler finishing strike tightens into a fist, cracking a few knuckles inadvertently in the process. Ella grins at Tommy, prompting him to release his clenched fist to lift Ella’s hand up to his lips and kiss the back of it. When Tommy lowers her hand back down, Ripley turns her attention back to the camera.


“Unlike you two,” she continues imperiously. “When we say we’re gonna’ do something, we’re not just talking. Unlike you two, when we say we’re gonna’ do something we do it. The two of you have a LONG history of talking and talking, saying you’ll do this, claiming you’ll do that... But at the end of the day, ya’ never follow through. Ya’ said you’d beat Kai Stevens for the ALPHA World Heavyweight Championship and ya’ failed. Ya’ said you’d lead your team to victory in WarGames and ya’ failed. Ya’ said you’d win the Gauntlet of Glory and you and your partner were eliminated quicker than anybody else in the tournament. Ya’ failed again.” She shakes her head with contemptuous disgust before pushing hair behind her ear once again. With a sinister smile, Suplex Ripley elaborates even further. “These words my Tommy and I have been saying, they’re not just words. They’re warnings. They’re built from the months and months of evidence of just how much better we are at tag team wrestling than anyone else in this tournament or in ALPHA Wrestling. It’s not even a little bit of a stretch to say we might be the best at tag team wrestling in the entire industry. And we’re more than willing to defend that truth against any tag team. Any time, any place… Because anyone who disagrees with that statement? Anyone who can’t accept the facts? We’ve got a Suplex with their name on it. And as far as the two of you are concerned? We’ve got SO many Suplexes with your names on ‘em that it’s scary... At least it’s scary for the two of you,” she chuckles. “My Tommy said it best, Tyler… What I want, I get. And what I want, Tyler? Is to wipe the floor with you two and go on to win the ICW World Tag Team Championship with my Tommy.”

She smiles and turns back to the aforementioned Tommy, who grins nefariously and turns to the camera one final time.


“Right now we’re just takin’ the piss, mate. But soon we’ll be takin’ the ICW World Tag Team Championships... And if you’re not bloody careful we’ll be takin’ the ALPHA World Tag Team Championships, too. One Suplex at a time.”

With this, the duo return to their meal and their time with one another here in the booth of this diner. Our scene fades to black with one last question haunting our minds and permeating the atmosphere of the ICW Tag Team Classic...

How many Suplexes can Marcus and Tyler Morgan handle?

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As the cameras begin rolling we see two figures standing in a white room. Both have their backs to the camera. After a few moments they both turn around and we soon realize that it’s The Ravenous One, Tyler Morgan and The Boltonian, Marcus. They both have overly exaggerated smiles on their faces as if they are forcing it. The light reflects off of the shiny plates of their ALPHA World Tag Team Championships.



Oh hey Walkers, sorry it was a bit hard to watch that little bit you guys did on Wednesday’s Show this week. I was too distracted by my real and much earned ALPHA World Tag Team Championship.

Marcus also chuckles and shifts his title as he smirks.



“Yeah, I was too busy polishing my baby to actually watch your promo. I had to catch it on the Yotube highlights to see you make asses of yourselves. Speaking of which, the video of my match against Jon got more views than your promo did. Good times.



Now we would love to address you guys, and your fake championships. We’d love to talk about how we beat you in a record timing ICW Tournament Match time of a minute.



Interesting that you feel so inadequate you had to get yourselves some toys, though. That's all the two of you are going to get, because toys are for little kids, whilst the real deal is for big grown men like us. Maybe if you guys could last for more than a minute, you could have these... but all I remember happening when we faced off in the Quarter Finals of the IWC Tag Team tournament was punching you in the face, spearing you, and defeating you in less than a minute. You didnt even hit me back once. If the two of you were the champions in that match, instead of us, hoo boy, I sure would feel embarrassed for our tag team division. 

Luckily enough, the big boys have the gold. We don't need toy belts, we have the real things. And boy, they sure are heavy. Almost as heavy as your egos."
 
Marcus stops for a second.
 
"...almost. At least these ones are worth their weight in gold, though. Your egos are worth about, 69 cents, if that."



Walkers, seriously We would honestly love to talk about how you’ve lost every chance you’ve had at the ALPHA World Tag Team Titles, and how you couldn’t possibly have any chance in hell to call yourselves honest candidates of our Tag Team Titles. we honestly would love to elaborate on all of that. We planned last night to come in today and focus on you guys. However some things were said today from our opponents that are still in the ICW Tournament, the Suplex Sweethearts. We feel we need to address some of the things we’ve said. However we feel we couldn’t possibly share everything that needs to be shared on our own. So we have enlisted some help to say what needs to be said.

The camera then pans out to show Alice le Blanc next to Marcus and Samantha Taylor next to Tyler. Before Tyler can say anymore Samantha steps forward.



Hi Ella! You dumb bitch! How about you come and say some of that shit to my face. You would drown in your own blood from the ass whooping I’d dish out to your pathetic ass. I’ll kick your damn teeth in Ella, but that would only improve your facial features. You couldn’t even tread water in my success. So if you want to fire shots at me whore then you better be ready to back them the fuck up!

At that moment Tyler pulls Sammy back as she’s on the brink of committing murder.



You heard her, and I would advise you to not try and start a war with the Californian Renegade because she can definitely back up everything that she says and there’s a reason she’s called the Renegade. She’s ready for war anytime any day. Now I’ll share some thoughts that are on my mind to you two. First of all, you guys are all talk and you ain’t shit. You’ve never been in the ring with guys like Marcus and I. We’re the Alpha World Tag Team Champions for a damn reason and we’re going to show you guys why we’re called that. Tommy, you talk a big talk and you sure have a lot of excuses to make up for your sorry pathetic loss to Graham Baker. I think the truth and reality is that you aren’t capable of picking up a win on your own. They people you’ve faced in this tournament have all been no names. You have nothing to back up the shit that pours out of your damn mouths. Marcus and Morgan isn’t a one man team. We help each other. We are the best tag team because we’re the fucking Tag Team Champions! I don’t carry this team and neither does Marcus. We carry each other.

Now let’s address the damage that I am capable of. I’m a fucking Beast for a reason. When we step in the ring you will see what I am capable of. I’m called the Beast because of the hell that I can dish out on people. The pain I inflict. We tried to keep our words to you simple but after the things you’ve said. This means war. So we’re going to teach you a lesson you will never forget. Though you will regret every damn thing that came out of your mouths.

Alice then walks up next to Sammy, and is angry as well. 
 
"I agree with Samantha. If I get my hands on you, I will make sure you do not leave the arena with your dignity in tact. But since it's our boyfriends doing the fighting, we'll just let them do the fighting for us. But so help me, you have crossed the wrong girls."
 
Now it's Marcus' turn, as he hadn't spoken so far. 


 
"Yeah, you said some interesting things. Hey, I'm not as angry as everyone else! don't worry though, I'll still have fun kicking your asses. You mention the fact that we haven't done too well in the Gauntlet, and that you would supposedly win it on your own? you see, the interesting thing about that is, you couldn't beat Baker, right? and you're aware that Baker's record in group B isn't much better than either me or Tylers? if you can't beat Baker, how would you dominate like you claim to have done? me thinks you have a bit of an ego trip that you cannot live up to. 
 
You also mention that I haven't done too hot in singles, and only work well in a team, ooh, you sure are the first to bring that up lately. Gee, I guess you didnt get see everyone else saying that. But you know... that previous round match was won in what, a minute? I ran in, kicked Walker ass and pinned them in a minute. That was basically a single's match, and I didn't break a sweat. Whilst you're barely being booked to fight, me and Tyler are fighting every week in the biggest tournament in the world, as they couldn't host it without star power like us. It seems to me you guys have an inferiority complex, and I can't wait to see the looks on your faces when I have two titles on my shoulders, as well as a much cuter girl by my side. I hope you don't get too jealous... I know you wish your girlfriend was Alice, but you can't have her, so you'll have to settle for second best in both tag team matches, and in love."
 
Marcus then kisses Alice, and then has her lift his title as he smugly smiles. Tyler then gets in the camera and with a little curl to his lips he speaks with a grudge.



See you in the ring Bitches, it’s time for war!

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a proper fistfight

We open from a bird’s eye view above a rectangular wooden table, lit dimly by a small lamp pointed down at this table. Save for this lamp, the rest of our locale is an enveloping black. A moment passes before a man’s hand reaches forward and places a pair of brass knuckles down in the center of the table. Chuckling softly, a voice belonging to the one and only Dauntless Tommy Saxon breaks the relative silence with his thick accent radiating his confidence while illustrating his vindictive intentions rather efficiently.


“I am bloody sick of talkin’, mates,” he spits scathingly. “We’ve been sayin’ since minute one we would make it to the ICW Tag Team Classic Finals at Ascendance and make our ALPHA Wrestlin’ pay-per-view debut, and our actions’ve proven it, yeah? We did everythin’ we needed to do to make it here and it didn’t much matter what any of the four of you did, because we’re still here… Aren’t we, pet? Of course we are, my Tommy. Where else would we be? And since we are here, since we are about to Suplex you tossers to death... We’re going to do it right and have a proper fistfight with you lot.” The second voice, belonging to the Stargazer herself, Ella Ripley, offers an amused yet pleased chuckle in response to her boyfriend’s words. We have yet to see either speaker or their attires, but their tones speak volumes to their demeanors. “If this were any other time, any other opportunity, I’d be tellin’ you lot that the Guardians of Strong Style aren’t even worth our time, yeah? I’d be tellin’ you that Strong Style means nothin’ to Suplex Style. And my Tommy was trained by the master of British Strong Style himself. You don’t scare us at all. You’re not wrong, love. You can try whatever it is you want, the two of ya’. You can give it the same go you gave winnin’ those FPW Tag Team Championships of yours, show that same grit you showed in all of your successful defenses, yeah? None of it means anythin’ to a Suplex, mates. And since we’re the only team in this bloody match who doesn’t have a title, there isn’t a question that we’re the hungriest team in this whole thing, ‘innit? Nothing you’ve done before can prepare you properly for my Ella and I.” Tommy scoffs and scratches at his stubble before he continues on. “You think we’re supposed to… Supposed to be impressed or somethin’? The Invaders? The only team who’s less impressive are Guardians of Strong Style... Beatin’ them in the first round of the Classic is bare minimum, right? The Rattler Brothers? Bleedin’ Hell, the only person to do worse than Marcus and Tyler Morgan in the Gauntlet of Glory was Jordan Rattler. His brother wasn’t even good enough to beat Vanessa Scott. Out of all the teams in the Classic, you deserve to be here least. Took you longer to beat Sweet Maple of all teams than it took Marcus and Morgan to beat the Walkers, and they’re just a couple of jokes, mate. The Walkers, Sweet Maple, or Marcus and Morgan, babe? All three of ‘em, pet. At the end of the day, you Guardians of Cunt Style lot don’t mean nothin’ to us.”

Somewhere in the darkness, Saxon’s knuckles click and crack as he clenches both hands into fists. The sound prompts the U.K. Destroyer to snicker imperiously as smaller footsteps than Saxon would possess permeate the air. With a smug grin on her face (though we cannot see it at the moment), the Colby Kid lets one short tuft of a chuckle escape her pink lips before she speaks for herself for essentially the first time in our segment.


“My Tommy, he said it,” she explains. “Out of all three of the teams in this match, we… We’re the only one who isn’t walking into this match with titles already around our waists… But we’re sure as Hell walking out of it with ‘em.” Her chuckle extends a bit longer this time, but soon subsides with further rhetoric. “You guys gotta’ understand, we already know exactly who Guardians of Strong Style is. We’ve been able to learn who they are from watching them back their way into these finals... And we already know exactly who Marcus and Morgan are, too… After we showed them what a real tag team looks like last week? You know, when we made it abundantly clear why the two of them tied for last in their side of the Gauntlet of Glory? When you know just who you’re dealing with, it ain’t exactly too easy to be surprised. And the two of us? We don’t jump easily… The element of surprise means nothing to me, which means it means nothing to my Tommy... Which means it damn sure means nothing to a Suplex.” Ella softly laughs beneath her breath for a brief moment. When she finishes, she places her sultry fingers on the edge of the wooden table upholding the brass knuckles. “What matters most to us is gold... That same gold we’re about to have around our waists come Sunday, in fact… What should matter most to the four of you, though? Is brass.” Ella lifts an arm and rests it on Tommy’s shoulder. “That title’s gonna’ look so good ‘round your waist, love,” he adores before she chuckles with amusement and elaborates further. “My Tommy and I, we pride ourselves on our Suplexes... We pride ourselves on simply beating our opponents down until they don’t have anything left to give, and then we go for the killshot. We’re efficient, and we look damn good while doing it. But this Sunday, the four of you aren’t getting the benefit of the doubt. You’re not getting our sportsmanship, and definitely not getting our patience. What you will be getting, though? Is a mouthful of brass. Know why? Clearly we didn’t Suplex Marcus and Morgan enough last week to make it perfectly clear... But we’re not taking any prisoners. Sunday is about us winning those titles and this tournament and the four of you bending to our will while we do it. It’s what we do.”

Ripley smiles at her boyfriend and gestures with her brow outside of the frame to put his hand on the table, too. Tommy obliges, placing the pads of the fingers of his thick right hand on the edge of the table. Slowly and rather affectionately, Ella’s hand glides over the table under our lamp and picks up the brass knuckles. With meticulous pacing, she slides the brass knuckles onto Tommy’s fingers, pushing them further and further up toward his hand with every syllable he utters.


“I only wish it were more than just the four of you,” he condescends with disdain. “As far as I’m concerned, love, don’t you think they oughta’ bring Samantha Taylor and Alice le Blanc out with ‘em, since they let ‘em do their talkin’ for ‘em? Might as well let ‘em do your fightin’ for ‘em, too… And after your ball and chain called my Ella a dumb bitch, Tyler? Cunt better be ready and waitin’ for a proper fight of ‘er own.” Ella finally finishes equipping her boyfriend’s right hand with the knuckles and gently drags her fingers up his forearm to attach herself to him with affection. Now uncovered by her hand, the knuckles are far more visible. It clearly reads ‘SPLX’ with a letter per knuckle across the front, in a worn away black color. He pulls his fingers in and clenches them into a brass-reinforced fist. “It doesn’t matter if you bring two more, three more, four more… Bring your friends and family, it doesn’t much matter… Because whatever it takes? No matter how many Suplexes it requires… I will be puttin’ a Championship belt ‘round my Ella’s waist Sunday night… And if you lot aren’t careful, we’ll make it our personal mission afterward to take your titles, too. And after the performance my Tommy is gonna’ put on, beating the four of you so bad you run home crying with your tails tucked between your legs? I’ll be putting a Championship belt around my Tommy’s waist, too… And it’ll be the only thing on him. I like the sound of that, pet. The two of us are gonna’ be what you call a champagne problem once we make good on what we’ve been sayin’ since minute one… And become the first-ever ICW Tag Team Champions.” Ripley swings around behind Tommy and reaches around his side to pull his fist in toward his chest, turning it so that he might be able to read the lettering on the front of the brass knuckles. “Right now, mates, we’re salivatin’... Thinkin’ ‘bout how it’s gonna’ feel to sink our teeth in and leave no doubt in anyone’s minds that we are the indisputable best tag team this company, this industry’s got. But come Sunday night, my Ella and me are going to be celebratin’. The same damn thing we’ve done after beatin’ every team we’ve faced... There’s a bloody reason the two of us ‘aven’t lost a single tag team match since we got here… And we’re going to show each and every one of ya’ that this weekend… One Suplex at a time. No matter ‘ow many teeth of yours I gotta’ knock out.”

As he says this, Ella takes her right hand and pushes it over to her side to suddenly snap the lamp toward their faces. The camera hastens to adapt and focus in on their confident visages, and a sinister snarl spreads across Tommy’s stubble. Ella then swings herself around from behind her boyfriend, under his right arm, and rests back-first against his chest. She pulls his right, brass-reinforced fist in and holds it tightly over her heart with an imperious grin. The Hammer uses his left hand to tuck some of her amber locks behind her ears to frame her face more efficiently for her expressive purposes.


“The four of you all think those titles around your waists make you something special in tag team wrestling,” she groans contemptuously. “But they don’t. There is no special in tag team wrestling outside of this tag team right here. For months we were just tucked away, held back from showing the world what we can do by a woman who was just jealous of our talent— as we proved in the first round of the Tag Team Classic.” Saxon chuckles deviously at his girlfriend’s confident qualifier before she continues lamenting their trials thus far. “We had to sit idly by and watch this tag team division waste the ALPHA World Tag Team Championships, and now that we’re finally here and doing something about it? We’ll be doing it with the ICW Tag Team Championships around our waist. If you aren’t careful, we’ll make it our purpose in life to do it with your titles around our waist, too,” she stabs with a scathing and relentless tone. “Because we’re not just here to Suplex each and every person that thinks they’re better than us... We’re not just here to shoot for the stars... We’re here to show the ALPHA Wrestling Tag Team Division what a real tag team looks like… And this Sunday we get the added bonus of showing the Freedom Pro Wrestling Tag Team Division what it looks like, too… Again.” Chuckling nefariously, Ella pulls Tommy’s hand up and plants a soft kiss on the brass knuckles adorning the front. “And we’ll do it by doing everything we can to never disrespect tag team wrestling the way you four do. My Tommy and I, we elevate each other... While two of you are off embarrassing yourselves facing each other to decide who came in last place in the Gauntlet of Glory, and the other two of you are making two CHIKARA rejects look like the true Guardians of Strong Style… The two of us are proving to the world that couples who Suplex together… Stay together... Couples who Suplex together… Win together.”


“And winnin’ is all we do as a couple, ‘innit, love?” he asks with a grin. When Ella responds by caressing his forearm, he continues. “We’ve never been defeated as a team. Ever... And we bloody well aren’t gonna’ start now. Because my Ella told me she wants these titles… What my Ella wants, my Ella gets. And with these brass knuckles, and with every Suplex you can think of... I will take what my Ella covets. No matter at whose expense it is, mates. I won’t apologize for it.” He snickers while shaking his head judgmentally. “And I’m not gonna’ apologize for knockin’ your teeth out, neither... Splatterin’ ‘em ‘cross the same mat I’m ‘bout to pin ya’ one-two-three on. You ain’t worth my apologies, you lot. You’re barely worth a mouthful of brass, yeah? But every single Suplex you run your mouth and deserve? We will deliver. Every single punch in the teeth you cunts demand by openin’ your mouth? We will deliver. And every single embarrassin’ defeat? We will deliver. Because it is what we do, mates. We don’t worry ‘bout that flippy shit... We just trade fists and Suplexes. And we’re bloody good at it. But we don’t have to tell ya’... You lot already know, some of you firsthand… But come Sunday night? We’re showin’ you tossers a whole new animal. And if you four decide to be shit at stayin’ down on your backs on the mat where you belong, well… Then we’ll just ‘ave to force ya’ to stay down… The bottom of the barrel, yeah? It’s your place, ‘innit.” Ella spins around so as to face her boyfriend and pushes up on her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. She turns her head with nefarious intent toward the camera, the lamp supplying ominous lighting on their visages. Tommy grins and continues. “Once we’re through with ya’, the world will know our place is at the top of the Tag Team Division… Because there’s not a team in the company— in the entire Coalition who can overcome the right number of Suplexes… And we’re more than willin’ to give ‘em all as many Suplexes as they can take. But when the time comes, mates? I’m shuttin’ each and every one of ya’ cunt mouths once and for all. The only words that are gonna’ be on anybody’s tongues are Suplex... Sweethearts... No more talk... Only brass knuckles in your teeth... Only Suplexes... Because we will take the ICW Tag Team Championship at Ascendance... And we’ll do it...”


“One Suplex at a time.”

With this, Saxon places his right hand against the back of Ella’s head and pulls her in for an affectionate and passionate kiss on her lips. When their lips part, Saxon doesn’t lower his hand and Ella turns with a satisfied sneer on her face back toward the camera. He pulls his brass-reinforced hand out of her Ripley’s hair and curls his fingers inward into a tightly clenched fist as we fade to black...

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EXCLUSIVE VIDEO

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The scene opens up in the AT&T Stadium where tomorrow night Ascendence will be taking place. We see construction workers setting up the camera pans up into the stands where we see the team of Marcus N’ Morgan they’re leaning over the rails watching the construction of the ring where they will be competing for the ICW Tag Team Championship. Marcus begins speaking to the camera first.



 
"So, we said we'd do it and we did - we're in the final for the ICW Tag Team Championships... although not in the way we expected."
 
Marcus looks closer to the screen.
 
"Fair play to the Suplex Sweethearts, as our match ended up as a draw, or a no contest if you prefer. I guess management could've had us do a rematch at Ascendance, since a double count out isn't definitive, and they also could've decided to just give the Guardians of Strong Style the win by default since both us and the Suplex Sweethearts got a little heated post match and brawled for a bit... but it's good they didn't do that, and instead went for the most hype option possible, a triple threat. Makes things a little harder, but at least that means we have both sets of tag champions in there... although you Suplex lovers kinda stick out like a sore thumb. Ah well, just means more people to drop on their heads on the way to becoming double champion."
 
Tyler has his title wrapped around his waist as he folds his arms glaring with a scowl at the camera.



Suplex Sweethearts you only prolonged the inevitable when that no contest was called. You know damn well you started a war and we brought it. This Sunday we will once again bring out “A” Game and show you exactly why we are the Alpha Tag Team Champions. As for the Guardians of Strong Style. Unfortunately you stand in the way of us becoming Double Tag Team Champions. So you are also part of this war. You might have gotten this far in the tournament but those matches and the people you’ve eliminated have all been nothing but baby steps. It’s time to put on your big boy shoes. You share something in common with us. You’re Tag Team Champions, however you’re not Alpha Tag Team Champions and you’ve never faced the likes of Marcus and I. So this Sunday you guys are going to have a rude awakening and you’re going to be very happy when you still get to keep your Freedom Pro Tag Team Championships and only lose the ICW Tag Team Championship. No hard feelings though. This Tournament was made for the Alphas! The Top Dogs!

We do however have some major beef with the Suplex Sweethearts, don’t think for once that our match was us punishing you for running your mouths and talking shit. Nope, that was only a small portion of your full punishment. What is to come on Sunday. Triple Threat Tag Team Match. That means that the rules of a normal tag team match do not apply. Triple Threat means one thing.... No disqualification. You can bet your ass I’m going to be bringing my pair of Brass Knuckles and I’m going to drive them through your skull Saxon. Ella if you don’t stay out of the way I will do the same to you. Don’t cross me!

"Tyler's fired up. I'm fired up. Heck, there's nothing more we'd want than to drive the four of you in here right now, and scrap right now, we'd get the titles sooner, and we'd get to see the heart break on your faces sooner, but I guess as the nice guys we are, we'll just have to wait a little longer and do it in the actual match. Shame, really. 
 
We aren't the only people who want this win this match. Every fan in the arena will be chanting our names. Unlike you, there are more than just the two of you who want us to win, and most importantly - our best friends, and girlfriends, Alice le Blanc and Samantha Taylor want us to win. When we win, we'll be sure to celebrate celebrate with all four of us. Actually no, every single one of the millions of us, Me, Tyler, Alice, Sammy, everyone at home, it means more to us than just being double champions. We will be representing every last person who has ever believed in us, every last person who has been bullied by others for being themselves, everyone who dreams of becoming the best in their field.
 
The two of you, Ripely and Saxton, have made it personal, and you want personal? you'll GET personal."
 
Marcus looks extremely serious and fired up.
 
"I prided myself on never hitting a woman. I had never raised my hand to a member of the opposite sex, but you know what? this has all just opened my eyes. I see myself for what I was. Women are just as, if not more than, as strong as men, and Ella? you have, and sorry for stealing your name here Tyler, unleashed the Beast. I will treat you just as equally as I have every member of the male roster. Whether it's you, or your better half - yeah that's right, better half, I'll be superman punching in the head, I'll be sure we make sure to pin one of you two specifically. Me and Tyler have a message to send here, we not only have second titles to win, we have a score to settle, and settle it we will. You crossed the line here, you Suplex Sourhearts, and we're going to make sure we Marcus Bomb and Morgan Stunner you back over it."

Tyler throws his fist in the air.

Hell yeah! Now you’ve done screwed up. You’re about to see a new side of Marcus as he unleashes his own beast! Like Marcus said we have a much bigger purpose than you guys could ever have. We are fighting for millions of people watching worldwide. We are fighting for everyone who will be in attendance tomorrow night. You each have a team of two but we have a team of millions. I think Marcus has definitely said what’s needed to say about the Suplex Sweethearts so I’m going to address you, Guardians of Strong Style. Like I said before, this match for you will be wrong place wrong time. You might competing for a Championship but you’re stepping into a battle field. Which means you are part of this war. We are here to send this War. It is time to End this War! Marcus and I will unleash hell on you just as much as we will on the Suplex Sweethearts. You guys have made a name for yourselves in Freedom Pro Wrestling. On Sunday you’re stepping into our territory, you’re stepping into our stomping grounds and we don’t take too kindly to strangers. You may be the Tag Team Champions in Freedom Pro, but you’ve never faced a team like us. We eat teams like you for breakfast. So whether we have to bust your teeth out with some brass knuckles. Split your heads open with a chair. We’ll do it all! No disqualifications It’s feasting time and the Suplex Sweethearts and The Guardians of Strong Style are on the menu. LETS GO! It’s time to show you guys what we are made of!

Tyler jumps at the camera making a biting sound as the camera cuts ending the segment.[/center]