Blackmail and Tag Wrestling
Mar 7, 2016 12:44:37 GMT -5
Post by Jensen Banks on Mar 7, 2016 12:44:37 GMT -5
"Son of a bitch."
Jensen Banks curses under his breath as he walks away from his former best friend, Rhys Baines. Turning the corner, away from Rhys' view, Banks leans up against the wall and lets out an irritated sigh, frustrated at the whole conversation he just had with Baines.
The fact that his man has the audacity to blackmail Jensen with stuff from years ago, stuff that could get Jensen hard jail time, just to force him to wrestle alongside him and his cronies, pisses the young man from Brooklyn off. After all, the two had been like brothers to each other. Baines even took a bullet for him back when Banks was just starting off with the criminal organization, The Family. The two were willing to sacrifice their lives for one another back then, but now? After months of disappearing off of the face of the Earth, presumably dead, Baines has returned, this time siding with people that he and Jensen would normally fight against. A totally different person had stood in front of Jensen seconds ago, threatening to snitch just like he did against Jesse Lewis, their former boss who is now looking at long prison time.
Letting out another sigh, Jensen begins walking away, kicking at an equipment crate that he passes before he lets out a groan, realizing that that was a big mistake. However, that doesn't stop him from beginning to let his frustrations out on the crate as he repeatedly hammers away at it with fists now, driving them right into the top like a child throwing a temper tantrum. Once he's done unleashing all of his anger on the poor equipment crate, Jensen bellows out...
"FUCK! FUCKING FUCK! FUCK!!!"
Jensen begins storming away afterwards, eventually making eye contact with a few of the stagehands nearby that managed to see all of that temper tantrum. In true Banks fashion, Jensen snaps at them.
"THE FUCK ARE Y'ALL LOOKING AT?! Y'ALL NEVER SEEN A TEMPER TANTRUM?! FUCK OUTTA MY FACE!"
Banks stops and takes a deep breath, realizing he's acting a little too much like his male family members.
"My bad. That was rude as hell. Sorry about that."
Jensen then walks off, leaving the surprised stagehands behind to begin muttering under their breaths, possibly about the fact that there might be yet another Banks losing his damn mind. Turning yet another corner, Jensen stops, his eyes focusing on the door that could possibly have his solution. Taking a few steps forward, Banks knocks before he enters his older brother's office.
"Brandon...I need your help."
Jensen Banks curses under his breath as he walks away from his former best friend, Rhys Baines. Turning the corner, away from Rhys' view, Banks leans up against the wall and lets out an irritated sigh, frustrated at the whole conversation he just had with Baines.
The fact that his man has the audacity to blackmail Jensen with stuff from years ago, stuff that could get Jensen hard jail time, just to force him to wrestle alongside him and his cronies, pisses the young man from Brooklyn off. After all, the two had been like brothers to each other. Baines even took a bullet for him back when Banks was just starting off with the criminal organization, The Family. The two were willing to sacrifice their lives for one another back then, but now? After months of disappearing off of the face of the Earth, presumably dead, Baines has returned, this time siding with people that he and Jensen would normally fight against. A totally different person had stood in front of Jensen seconds ago, threatening to snitch just like he did against Jesse Lewis, their former boss who is now looking at long prison time.
Letting out another sigh, Jensen begins walking away, kicking at an equipment crate that he passes before he lets out a groan, realizing that that was a big mistake. However, that doesn't stop him from beginning to let his frustrations out on the crate as he repeatedly hammers away at it with fists now, driving them right into the top like a child throwing a temper tantrum. Once he's done unleashing all of his anger on the poor equipment crate, Jensen bellows out...
"FUCK! FUCKING FUCK! FUCK!!!"
Jensen begins storming away afterwards, eventually making eye contact with a few of the stagehands nearby that managed to see all of that temper tantrum. In true Banks fashion, Jensen snaps at them.
"THE FUCK ARE Y'ALL LOOKING AT?! Y'ALL NEVER SEEN A TEMPER TANTRUM?! FUCK OUTTA MY FACE!"
Banks stops and takes a deep breath, realizing he's acting a little too much like his male family members.
"My bad. That was rude as hell. Sorry about that."
Jensen then walks off, leaving the surprised stagehands behind to begin muttering under their breaths, possibly about the fact that there might be yet another Banks losing his damn mind. Turning yet another corner, Jensen stops, his eyes focusing on the door that could possibly have his solution. Taking a few steps forward, Banks knocks before he enters his older brother's office.
"Brandon...I need your help."
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[ON CAMERA]
"Everybody remembers the first person or people to hold the gold, whether their reign was good or not."
This week's video opens up to Jensen Banks sitting outside of the LDFC gym once again, this time seemingly before the whole training session has actually started.
"First ever LDFC Tag Team champions. To say that Em and I aren't trying to be the first ever people to hold that gold would be an outright lie. We want to be the first team to ever hold that gold. We want to be the people that set the bar for all of the other teams that come to LDFC in the future. We want our reign to be the one people look at as the one that they need to top.
But before I get ahead of myself, before we can even get that gold around our waists, Em and I have to go through a tag team tournament, where we will likely have to face some of the toughest pairings in this place. Speaking of tough..."
Banks chuckles.
"In the first round, we face quite possibly the toughest team in this whole thing; Butcher and Darby. These guys aren't known for playing nice and they sure as hell don't like to take it easy on anyone. They're hard hitting. They enjoy dishing out the pain. And truth be told, they probably love it when people try to fight back. Pound-for-pound, this is the strongest team entering this whole thing, but are they the best team? Let me Dikembe Mutombo it for you."
Jensen does the trademark finger wag of the retired NBA center, a grin on his face.
"No, they're not. In fact, while we haven't seen a lot from Darby, we all have seen enough from Butcher. He's a former #1 contender to the Apex title, but since then, he's sort of declined. So while they may be the toughest and the strongest, they aren't the best. Emily Carter and Jensen Banks are. And this Wednesday, whether it's a frog splash or a Bank Shot that ends the match, we're moving on in this tournament.
BANK ON IT."