TCB & Keegan vs. Brute Camp: The Fun Begins...

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“Hear ye, hear ye,” The Crimson Baroness bellows as she marches down the corridor in grandiose fashion; those in the know will recognize it as being in the LDFC training center, but to most it looks like any other corridor. She’s dressed in her ring attire, with two minor alterations – around her waist she’s currently wearing both the RISE Championship and NKP Tag Team title belts.

“Current tag champions proclaimed crappy by all!!” Her voice booms throughout the corridor as she stops walking, standing at an angle with her feet apart, looking into the camera. A wry smirk crosses her face for a moment, “That’s what the wrestling community has been saying for weeks. Ever since that fateful night in April when they lucked their way past My Sweet Prince and I. Since Keegan and I defeated them at At All Costs. Since they lost to The Systemic. Since those two have done everything within their power to degrade those belts…”

“Speaking as a true champion,” she says without a hint of irony, “I’m ashamed of what Becky and Butt Mason have done for those belts. But they needn’t worry much longer; the fans can soon rejoice for those belts will soon be in the hands of worthy champions. True, fearless competitors.”

“But Baroness I hear you say,” she giggles softly, brushing some hair back over her shoulder, “how can you be so confident? How can you be so sure of yourself as to simply dismiss The Brute Camp in this manner?!”

The Baroness cackles, “It’s like you don’t even know me.”

“Because this war is already over. And it didn’t end when I smashed that bat into Becky’s face; it didn’t end when we defeated them in the ring; it didn’t end when that tear rolled down your cheek, Mason, while you knelt over your unconscious girlfriend.”

“Noooo,” she draws out the word, “it ended when you stormed into Bond’s office and demanded a cage match. When you thought taking Anita out of the equation somehow levelled the playing field. When you thought that taking the bat out of my hand neutralised me, or removed my advantage…”

“Becky, Mason – look at me! Do I look like I need a bat in my hand to beat you? Did I need a bat in my hand to succeed down in Mexico? Japan? Germany? Detroit? Nashville? Whether it’s eliminating four teams in a gauntlet, winning singles or tag titles, winning annual events, or simply proving myself to be one of the best rookies around, I haven’t needed the bat or the cane to do it. These titles haven’t been won simply by nefarious means alone.”

“I won my championships through skill; whether it’s physical prowess or mental strategy, I enter that ring and I outclass my opponents. It’s how I’ve defeated Los Dos Tontos in singles competition. It’s how I hold victories over all champions in LDFC! And Keegan may prefer the more physical approach, but I’ve never been able to say no to some muscle. But the synergy with which we work in that ring together, that’s what makes us dangerous.”

“Because we have you feeling secure. We have you feeling safe. We have you feeling confident. Thinking that being locked in that steel cage with us – without Anita being able to interfere, without a bat or cane with which I can break Becky’s nose – thinking that is somehow a positive for you two. And other people think the same … they ask me why haven’t I been assaulting you every show? Why haven’t I been trashing you on the microphone every chance I get? Why haven’t I been trying to break you like I did The Brat? The Girlfriend? The Marauder? Why have Brute Camp been getting off light?!”

“And I’ve told them the same thing I’ll tell you right now.”

“Because Brute Camp have already lost.”

“Because they’ve kissed those belts good-bye already.”

“Because it’s only a matter of time until a third title belt adorns my waist. As Keegan and I assert our dominance, claiming those titles on the same night My Sweet Prince brings home the Carolinas Cup. And you two know this to be fact. I’ve seen the fear in your eyes, Becky; it’s replaced the fire that used to burn behind those beautiful blues. And I’ve smelt the desperation that clings to you, Mason; it’s not a pleasant odour, but soon it will be replaced by abject failure and dejection.”

“And soon your reign as champions will end the same way it started … Keegan and I standing over you, with those belts held above our heads.”

“And you can both return to the role you were born to play – the underdogs!” she cackles again as the scene ends.