Teamwork

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T E A M W O R K

3/5/16

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I spend too much time looking at the past. Too much time thinking about things like being cheated by Keegan, or being pinned by MacRear. Those things happened, but they’re not the end of the world. I will learn from them, and I will grow. And the best way to do that is to look to the future… our future. Me and Mason.

This tournament was built for us. I look at the field of talent, and I see a lot of impressive people, a lot of scary individuals. But that’s what they are, individuals. Some of them might be friends, some of them might be something else, but none of them are a team. Maybe at the end of this tournament, they will be. But at the beginning? There is only the Brute Camp.

We didn’t come into this company with any plans other than to fight side by side, as a team. We train together, we watch tape together, we travel together. We do everything together, as a team. Malo? Gonzalez? You guys are acquaintances. I like you both, I’d consider you friends. But this tournament isn’t for you, it is for us.

We are going to fight tooth and nail as we scratch and claw through all of the competition until we stand at the end with our hands raised and those title belts wrapped around our waists, and noone can stop us. Not TCB and MacRear, not Emily and Jensen, not even Nest and Tillman. But certainly not Malo & Gonzalez.

When we step into that ring on Wednesday, we’re going to show everyone in the crowd, everyone watching on their computers and everyone in the back exactly what it means to be a team. What it means to use teamwork to your advantage. I know everything there is to know about the way Mason works in that ring, and he knows me the same way. Two individuals cannot know how to compete with that. I’d be surprised if you knew each other’s middle names, let alone how to work together in that ring.

After last week, Mason and I have a lot to prove, and I’m sorry that we have to be the ones to eliminate you guys but that’s how the chips fell. We’re going to prove just how well we work together at Pride, against the two of you, as we rip you apart and leave you broken in the middle of the ring. Then we’ll do it all over again two weeks later, against whoever gets put in our path next.

And we will not stop until every team in this tournament - makeshift or otherwise - falls at our feet, and we stand over them with the brand-new Lions Den Fighting Championship Tag Team Titles held high above our heads.

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3/6/16

Atlanta, Georgia

The Evans Residence

The room was dark, save alight glow shining on their faces from the massive screen in front of them. Rex had recently turned one of the empty rooms in his massive estate into a sort-of home theatre, mostly designed for watching tape. The seats were uncomfortable for that reason, because it wasn’t meant to be relaxing.

Rather, it was meant to be an extension of training. So Becky struggled to get comfortable, eventually stretching out on her side, with her head resting on Mason’s right thigh. “My back hurtsss, I just want to be a little comfy. Is that too much to ask?”

Mason glanced down at her chuckling before looking back up at the screen, on which footage of Pedro Gonzalez’s recent bout with Darby is being projected. From his lap, Becky’s eyes narrowed as she watched each movement closely. She watched the way he reacted to Darby’s assault, the way he reversed the whip but didn’t follow through, and ultimately the way he finally took control and put him away.

She watched so intently that she didn’t even notice Mason’s fingers digging into her hair like a brush, his narrowed eyes trained to the screen in such a similar fashion that he might not have even realized he was doing it himself. They just sat there, eyes glued to the action on the screen, Mason’s fingers gently brushing through her hair.