Brutal
Jul 12, 2016 19:59:12 GMT -5
Post by The Mason on Jul 12, 2016 19:59:12 GMT -5
07.08.16
“Did it seem like a good idea when you asked for it?”
“Asked? Heeeeee, like, demanded it…”
“Ah! Even better. Mason! Did it seem like a good idea when you DEMANDED it? Does it still?”
I hate this. My older cousin, Ev… Evan Envi to most of you, was the instigator, talking to Becky as if I wasn’t even there. He said we were just going on a hike to “clear our minds” but the moment Rex’s house was out of view and its occupants out of earshot, he laid into me. It was easier to ignore before. But now he was contracted by FGA. Now he almost had a reason to be in my shit. Now, when he said I was a representation of himself, it held weight.
“You just don’t like cages,” I muttered, breaths growing shallow as the hill reached a steep incline.
“Heck no!” Evan responded. “That’s Rex’s territory. I’m a fan of classic tag team wrestling-- that’s how you and Becky won the titles to begin with, right?”
“Yeah,” Becky replied.
“WHY deviate?” Evan asked, stopping in his tracks. “I mean, you had a good thing!”
He blocked the trail, so I was forced to slow to a stop. Becky paused a pace behind me. Feeling my ears grow hot, I spat, “I’m just fucking tired of the cheap shots. Of the sneak attacks--”
“In a cage, they don’t need to be cheap. Or sneaky. Because they aren’t hindered by the rules.” Evan shrugged. “When they introduce a new element to the game, you guys freakin’ buckle. I’ve seen it! But now the whole game is an element you have no experience in. Baseball bats and deception are the least of your worries, kids.” Evan laughed. “You’re basically up against criminals. And you showed them all your gold already.” Quietly, he added, “does it seem like a good idea, Mase?”
I felt Becky’s eyes on me. I felt my fingers shaking. I narrowed my eyes at my older cousin and inhaled.
“If you’re asking me if I regret this, dude, I don’t.”
At that, he smirked. It was condescending and it made my cheeks flush all over again. Becky moved a hand to my arm as Evan took a step toward me…
“Nah. You probably don’t.” Evan glanced toward Becky. “But that’s why you guys are still students, right?” His eyes drifted toward me again and his lips curled into a grin. “You’ll understand.” Evan turned, marching away from us, phone up to his face. “OOOOH, SHUDDUP, A SNORLAX!”
07.12.16
“We shouldn’t have ever been backed into a corner like this.
Beck and I are the Brute Camp and that much, by itself, means jackshit to a lot of people now. We have the APEX Tag Team Championships and we are the first-- we are the ONLY two people in the world that can say that. Ever. As of July 12th, 2016, eight-fifty-six P.M. that is still very much a true fucking statement. Beck and I are it when it comes to the duos here in the Lion’s Den.
We’re the fuckin’ best.
But… we haven’t been the dominant team that a pair of champions are supposed to be. We should have never lost to the Baroness and Keegs. We should’ve never lost to the Systemic. If we really are the representation of this division and everything the Den’s built, we should’ve been on top from day fucking one and stayed there. Yet, now, here we are, against the same two people we beat twice before to earn this gold, still in a position where we need to prove we belong. Still looking to show we can hang.
We’re the only ones with anything to lose this time and we’re still hungrier than shit because in the scope of the fuckin’ world, Brute Camp is still the underdog.
Beck’s got my back every step of the way, but you know why I wanted a match like this? It’s not because I thought we’d fare better as wrestlers, but because when we’re given the opportunity and the setting, Beck and I can get just as gritty and just as outright malicious as the two of you. You two don’t have bells to tell you that your low blow or shot from behind was illegal.
Brute Camp doesn’t have bells to let us know when to stop.
You guys are tough. And you guys are violent. You guys are good. But you’re not brutal. And you’re not unstoppable.
We’ve learned about the steel and about the mat from some of the best in the world, in and out of the Den, but I promise there’s NOTHING that could’ve ever prepared you for Bound for Honor. There's nothing good for you inside that cage. And there's no gold for you on the outside.
That's how it's gonna be."
“Did it seem like a good idea when you asked for it?”
“Asked? Heeeeee, like, demanded it…”
“Ah! Even better. Mason! Did it seem like a good idea when you DEMANDED it? Does it still?”
I hate this. My older cousin, Ev… Evan Envi to most of you, was the instigator, talking to Becky as if I wasn’t even there. He said we were just going on a hike to “clear our minds” but the moment Rex’s house was out of view and its occupants out of earshot, he laid into me. It was easier to ignore before. But now he was contracted by FGA. Now he almost had a reason to be in my shit. Now, when he said I was a representation of himself, it held weight.
“You just don’t like cages,” I muttered, breaths growing shallow as the hill reached a steep incline.
“Heck no!” Evan responded. “That’s Rex’s territory. I’m a fan of classic tag team wrestling-- that’s how you and Becky won the titles to begin with, right?”
“Yeah,” Becky replied.
“WHY deviate?” Evan asked, stopping in his tracks. “I mean, you had a good thing!”
He blocked the trail, so I was forced to slow to a stop. Becky paused a pace behind me. Feeling my ears grow hot, I spat, “I’m just fucking tired of the cheap shots. Of the sneak attacks--”
“In a cage, they don’t need to be cheap. Or sneaky. Because they aren’t hindered by the rules.” Evan shrugged. “When they introduce a new element to the game, you guys freakin’ buckle. I’ve seen it! But now the whole game is an element you have no experience in. Baseball bats and deception are the least of your worries, kids.” Evan laughed. “You’re basically up against criminals. And you showed them all your gold already.” Quietly, he added, “does it seem like a good idea, Mase?”
I felt Becky’s eyes on me. I felt my fingers shaking. I narrowed my eyes at my older cousin and inhaled.
“If you’re asking me if I regret this, dude, I don’t.”
At that, he smirked. It was condescending and it made my cheeks flush all over again. Becky moved a hand to my arm as Evan took a step toward me…
“Nah. You probably don’t.” Evan glanced toward Becky. “But that’s why you guys are still students, right?” His eyes drifted toward me again and his lips curled into a grin. “You’ll understand.” Evan turned, marching away from us, phone up to his face. “OOOOH, SHUDDUP, A SNORLAX!”
07.12.16
“We shouldn’t have ever been backed into a corner like this.
Beck and I are the Brute Camp and that much, by itself, means jackshit to a lot of people now. We have the APEX Tag Team Championships and we are the first-- we are the ONLY two people in the world that can say that. Ever. As of July 12th, 2016, eight-fifty-six P.M. that is still very much a true fucking statement. Beck and I are it when it comes to the duos here in the Lion’s Den.
We’re the fuckin’ best.
But… we haven’t been the dominant team that a pair of champions are supposed to be. We should have never lost to the Baroness and Keegs. We should’ve never lost to the Systemic. If we really are the representation of this division and everything the Den’s built, we should’ve been on top from day fucking one and stayed there. Yet, now, here we are, against the same two people we beat twice before to earn this gold, still in a position where we need to prove we belong. Still looking to show we can hang.
We’re the only ones with anything to lose this time and we’re still hungrier than shit because in the scope of the fuckin’ world, Brute Camp is still the underdog.
Beck’s got my back every step of the way, but you know why I wanted a match like this? It’s not because I thought we’d fare better as wrestlers, but because when we’re given the opportunity and the setting, Beck and I can get just as gritty and just as outright malicious as the two of you. You two don’t have bells to tell you that your low blow or shot from behind was illegal.
Brute Camp doesn’t have bells to let us know when to stop.
You guys are tough. And you guys are violent. You guys are good. But you’re not brutal. And you’re not unstoppable.
We’ve learned about the steel and about the mat from some of the best in the world, in and out of the Den, but I promise there’s NOTHING that could’ve ever prepared you for Bound for Honor. There's nothing good for you inside that cage. And there's no gold for you on the outside.
That's how it's gonna be."