The Crimson Baroness & Prince MacRear vs. Brute Camp

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“Ah, the chance to right a wrong, is there a sweeter occasion?” The Baroness muses from her position atop her battered brown wingback chair. “You see, for far too long there’s been an unsightly blemish on my record…”

“And I don’t mean that horrid loss to The Brat.” she seethes, before laughing softly to try and calm herself. “No.”

“It seems like a lifetime ago since My Sweet Prince and I suffered that upset defeat; since we allowed ourselves to be defeated by Brute Camp…” she pauses, “...not allowed in the Zero McHannon way, mind you. But that night I exposed a chink in my armour; I fell victim to something that even the greatest of wrestlers run afoul of on occasion. I took my eyes off my opponents, I let my ego get the better of me…”

“And I got rolled up.”

“Becky pinned me!” The Crimson Baroness exclaims angrily. “And ever since that day - when I suffered my most humiliating loss to date - I have strived to better myself. To prove it was nothing more than a fluke. And now, this Thursday night, My Sweet Prince and I get the chance to show the world that lightning doesn’t strike in the same place twice.”

“And the chance to end this feel good story you two are writing each week. Lets be honest here, you were never meant to defeat My Sweet Prince and I way back when. You were never meant to be get past Los Dos Tontos! And you were certainly not supposed to defeat The Brat and that Banks boy in the semi finals…” The Baroness pauses; a wry smirk crosses her face at the memory of Emily Carter suffering a loss, which only serves to remind her of the attack Emily suffered at the hands of Jimmy Page. “...but that consummate choke artist did what he does best - he lost! You didn’t even get sent to Bank Shot City! And you two continued to beat the odds…”

“Not that I mind. As much as I’d love to add another title to my collection, especially one at the expense of The Brat…” she pauses, “...you two will more than suffice. Because not only do My Sweet Prince and I get to become the first ever LDFC Apex Tag Team Champions, but we get to avenge the tragedy that occurred a few weeks ago. And right now I’d like nothing more than the chance to once again crush you beneath my boot.”

“So I thank Fortuna for you two constantly defying the odds up until this point. For delivering unto us the perfect little parcel, wrapped up in a cute little bow. And once again giving me everything I want. Everything that I deserve. For as I ushered in the Carolinas Cup, I too shall bring these tag titles into the world. As I became the first ever RISE champion, as I will soon become one half of the first ever NKP tag champions - I too shall stake my claim as one half of the first ever LDFC Apex Tag Team Champions!”

“And Becky, Butt Mason,” she allows a smirk at the childish joke, “there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it. We’ve watched you work through the ranks, trying to rise to the top so you can usurp our places.” The Baroness shakes her head in dismay. “But you two aren’t made for ruling; you’d crumble under the pressure and we can’t allow that.”

“My Sweet Prince has greatness in his veins, it shows with everything he does. From being the first man to pin Nest, to beating The Brat, to this Thursday night when he finally gets a title to show for all his hard work and dedication.”

“And ever since I stepped foot here in LDFC; through the battles with The Girlfriend, winning the Carolinas Cup from The Marauder, making The Brat a goddamn star! I too have embodied greatness. While you two have toiled week in, week out, improving on your technique, honing your skills, and winning over the fans. But this isn’t going to be the late birthday present you want, Becky; there’s no gift waiting for you at Pride. And Mason, your shoulders, while broad, just aren’t strong enough to build a tag division upon. Your wins against the likes of Butcher, Shintaro, Othello; these things don’t impress me. One day your luck will run out, your defence will be lowered, and trust me, Mason, I’ll be right there to capitalize on your lapse in judgment.”

“And I’ll walk away from that encounter with what I want…” she winks playfully, “…the LDFC Apex Tag Team Championships.”

“So we wait a few more days, Brute Camp, and then the fun begins…”