MatchOne: No DQ Tornado Tag Match

[<<W0lfGANG>>]

The video-cast of Saturday Night Knockout cuts a camera feed just outside the dressing room of Ollie Jay and Treyvon Thomas. The door is partially open.

OJ exhales deeply as he places his hands on the broad shoulders of KT.

/.: OLLIE JAY .:\
"Big night! You ready?"

/.: TREYVON THOMAS .:\
"Always baby!"

/.: OLLIE JAY .:\
"Man, if we win tonight...There's no damn doubt that we'll get a shot at those titles!"

/.: OLLIE JAY .:\
"But something seems fishy..."

/.: TREYVON THOMAS .:\
"What'chu talkin' bout?"

/.: OLLIE JAY .:\
"Just outta nowhere a no disqualification tornado tag match. This sounds like some Company shit. Just watch yourself out there."

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"Sandwitches" by Odd Future begins to play over the PA system.

"The following is a No Disqualification, Tornado Tag Match! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 509 pounds, WOLFGANG!"

Ollie and Treyvon walk side by side down the ramp, clad in a block cross strap, each armed with a nite stick.

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is playing with dick
I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "fuck you"


(( TBC - Chris ))

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Chris and Lee Pyro are backstage in their locker room, with Akatsuki. Chris is on the bench, black wrestling boots and kickpads with the word "Death" in Japanese written on one and "BSW" written on the other. His black shorts are hug his thighs tightly as he sits. His hands clasping his black hachimaki with the Japanese character for "Death" on it, his long black hair drooping. Lee, dressed in his wrestling and entrance attire looks at his older brother.

Lee:
What's wrong?

Chris:
Still lamenting over the fallacy my life has been. The regret that I was so easily fooled.

Lee:
Pay it no mind. You're fears blinded you, but your eyes have been re-opened. Tonight, we face Wolfgang.

Chris looks at his brother, and nods his head in agreement with this fact. He puts the hachimaki on, tieing it tightly to his head as he stands to his feet, as his black wrestling shorts loosen up and droop of his knees.

Chris:
Tonight, we make sure that EVPW, the Company, and Wolfgang understand that we exist now as a united force. That from their darkest nightmares, we will ride. Those EVPW United Glory Championship Belts will be ours. The time has come for our ascencion.

Chris then grabs his long, black cloak with a red cloud pattern. It is different from his old one, in that it has a hood. He puts it on, lifting the hood up on it as they all walk out of the locker room.

Chris:
War has come to Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling. This time, I will make sure it stays in its grave.

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Wolfgang stand in the ring, keeping an eye on the entry way. The fans break out into a Wolfgang chant. The lights slowly dim as "Dress (Trinity Blood Mix)" by Buck-Tick begins to play. When the music picks up, the lights come in a deep red hue, with the Blood Stained Warriors and the Akatsuki standing at the top of the ramp. They look to the ring with cold eyes, and begin their march to the ring. Lee Pyro gives them a smile that sends shivers down their spine, as his vampire fangs can be seen.

Lizzie:
And their opponents. Accompanied by the Akatsuki. Hailing from the Shadows at the edge of your Nightmares. At a combined weight of four hundred seventy five pounds. Chris Pyro, Lee Pyro; The Blood Stained Warriors!

They reach ringside, and both climb up the stairs as the Akatsuki spread out around the ring. Wolfgang starts to realize their dire situation, the numbers and rules play heavily in the favor of the Demon Brothers with the Akatsuki present.

JP:
Wolfgang's confidence must be shaken a little at this show of force by the Blood Stained Warriors. With the No DQ rule, and the known viciousness of Chris and Lee, this could make for a long night.

RW:
I certainly hope it will be a long night. I mean, I have a thing for the brooding type. The longer Chris and Lee are out here, the better.

Chris and Lee take off their entrance garb. Lee has a faux-tuxedo shirt and vest with a blood red tie on. Chris looks at Ollie Jay with sunken eyes of someone who has been tormented. Chris and Lee stand unmoving, waiting for the bell to sound.

TBC: Ollie