Fitting (vs. Backbreaker FC, 1935 words)
Sept 26, 2021 0:27:51 GMT -5
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Backstage in the Gorilla Position, immediately after the match against Donovan Rayne in Delaware. September 20th, 2021.
A sweaty but triumphant Robert Benedict towels his forehead off and puts his button-down shirt over the back of a nearby chair. Hector Crowley, who hasnāt competed tonight, is still dressed to the nines but heās still here to give moral support to his new tag team partner. Is it a little odd for AW to sign them as a tag and then give one of them a singles match? A little. Was it enough to throw them off their game? By no means. The win was short and decisive, a real statement to be made to the established names on the roster by one of the men in the new tag team signing for Monday Night Clash. Hector claps him on the shoulder with a hearty chuckle, watching him through the dark lenses of his shades.
Crowley: Ha! See, thatās how itās done, my son. I think his entrance was actually longer than the match! And you even got to trot out that wicked Powerbomb of yours--What was it called again?
Benedict slings the towel to drape over his shoulder before he grabs his shirt, walking in step with his partner toward their dressing room to get his boots off and some more comfortable shoes on.
Benedict: Dead Bang. I got it from a line in The Crow, but the Japanese crowds really like a move that sounds cool even though it doesnāt make a whole lot of sense in English. You know, like how the STO is actually the Space Tornado Ogawa.
Crowley: You know what, I didnāt know that that was an actual acronym. I figured it was just something to sound cool, like the DDT. I learned something today, go figure.
After they get to their room and Robert changes into something less athletic, the both of them watch the rest of the show with the rest of the locker room (as is wrestling tradition) and then retire to the provided hotel room. Well, honestly they go to the hotel bar first and tie a few on. So they find themselves at another bar on another night, removed as one might possibly be from the lives they led a mere week ago while working as independent wrestlers. Amazing how fortunes can change on a dime, especially in the wrestling industry. Hector sits with his usual brandy neat, Robert opting for a lighter alcoholic seltzer to keep from getting too intoxicated. Hector, being British, has a naturally high tolerance.
Crowley: Bloody good work out there tonight, and I mean that. That posturing twat had no idea he was up against a legit Young Lion, and you made him pay for it. I bet heāll be on crutches for two weeks after that battering you gave him.
Robert sips his own drink and checks his watch, eyes turning from the football game recap on TV to his erstwhile partner.
Benedict: Yeah, it was good. I was glad I watched some tapes, but there really wasnāt a whole lot I had to keep in mind with him. Straightforward American-style wrestler. I wish I had something that was moreā¦ You know, challenging. A tag team if Iām being honest, I didnāt figure Iād be doing much in the way of singles matches. But you did say the tag division was in a sorry state. Weāre just gonna have to be the ones to give it a shot in the arm.
Hector raises his glass to that. He drains it about halfway before it clinks against the bar, the darker-haired between them checking on a notification on his phone.
Crowley: Oh hey, the card for next week is out on the website. Weāre up againstā¦ Backbreaker.
Benedict: What, like the move?
A quick perusal of the chaotic AW roster reveals that itāsā¦ A stable. Comprised of four members. He turns the phone toward the victorious between them and Robert squints while looking at the names.
Benedict: I recognize two of those names. Sasaki is a name in Japan, least as far as I remember. I seem to recall seeing some internet video of Tyler Kline as an Olympian who transitioned to wrestling.
Crowley: What, like wrestling? Thatād be brilliant if so, there arenāt any actual wrestlers in Action Wrestling as far as I can tell.
Benedict: No, swimming. But he went into MMA after that. Something about an injury. Iāll have to find tape for the other guys in that group. Did it say which of them weāre up against?
Hector turns his phone back and rolls one shoulder, finishing his liquor as he does. He swallows and checks the cardā¦ No, doesnāt seem so.
Crowley: Nah, guess they use those Southern US rules where any two guys from a stable can be in the match. Youād think thereād be a punchier name for that rule. Either road, Iād say theyāre gonna put Sasaki up against us since youāre in the match. Matching styles and whatever, you know? But I dunno who the other guy is. Weāll just have to overprepare, youāre good at that.
A low grimace and a rueful smile, Robert raking fingers through his mop of hair he hasnāt gotten to comb through and get back to a manageable state just yet.
Benedict: Hey, itās what I was taught to do. Back in the day it was way harder when you literally had to track down literal tapes of your opponent and study them like old football reels. These days I just have to go on YouTube and find some highlight video set to Rise Against or something. I guess Millennials really do have it better. At least from a watching-wrestling standpoint.
A chuckle and his tag team partner waves him off, pocketing his phone.
Crowley: Well, if itās all the same to you Iām gonna hit the gym for an hour or two. I didnāt get to beat the piss out of someone tonight and Iām gonna hold that against you for the remainder of the week until we manage to get this tag team gig down proper. You need me Iāll have the phone, squire.
They mock-salute each other and Hector makes his way into the lobby, leaving Robert to finish the football game and consider his debut victory for another hour or so before he retires to his room for the night.
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So itās proper promo time. They didnāt give one last week and they probably should have, given it was the debut. But this is the time for one since theyāre both involved in the actual match this week. Dangerous Gentlemen are in the building. Namely theyāre in a tailorās building, actually, one of those jobs with the little raised platform in front of a trio of full-length mirrors to allow the tailor as well as the customer to see the outfit in full glory. Upon the dais to the gods of high fashion stands Hector Crowley. His hair is done up effortlessly dapper, his moustache is waxed and curled up at the ends, and in the mirror the viewer can see Robert Benedict reading the Star Tribune. A nameless tailor measures him as he smooths out the sleeves of the pinstriped baby blue button-down he wears. He speaks in a distinct London accent.
Crowley: So Action Wrestling saw fit to give us proper competition. I didnāt even know they had stables, with the way their tag division looks. State of it! Itās embarrassing, is what it is. You have the absolute pinnacle of professional wrestling in the word today, Action Wrestling, the place everyone wants to call them and knock on their door, and a whole division is on the back burner behind Cruiserweights. Tag team wrestling has a long and glorious history dating back to God-knows-when, and Iāll not have you sully that tradition with a card full of singles matches.
The tailor brings him a slate-grey waistcoat and he cinches it up, buttoning it and twisting his torso to get a good look at the stitching.
Crowley: Yeah, I like the gold inside, thatās rather nice. You might be wondering just what me and my esteemed partner are doing just now. Weāre getting fitted for proper attire for our proper debut. Last week Robert Benedict put down that one fella in a match that was shorter than his entrance. This week, well, weāve got bigger fish to fry, innit? Backbreaker Fight Club. Not the first name I wouldāve gone with, myself, but youāre your own men. What I can say is that Iām excited and I know my good chum Robert is too. We got a team that we can meet and match toe to toe, hold for hold and itās gonna be a lot of fun for everyone. Maybe not for you lot, but certainly for the people in the audience and the people at home. And yours truly. You got two MMA specialists who made the jump into wrestling and I can entirely respect that. I did the vice-versa, and I probably got more years in the ring than the rest of the guys put together. That just means more tricks up the sleeve, is all. Iām always excited to match up with guys who do what I do because thatās the only way to get better. Steel sharpens steel, innit? So I truly suggest stretching because Iām gonna give you a workout. And what I donāt stretch, my chum Benedictās gonna bruise. Heās on that Strong Style business, aināt you?
Crowley turns so that the camera can zoom in and catch a more distinct image of Robert Benedict in the frame, he folding his newspaper and setting it aside. He uncrosses his legs and leans forward to nod his head.
Benedict: What I concern myself with is Jay Sasaki. Sasaki-san, I respect what you do.
A shallow bow from his seated position, before he leans back into his chair.
Benedict: You came up the same way I did, and for that I will give you the utmost respect. You and I are cut from the same cloth, and we make our way in the world like every Japanese-trained wrestler has before. This time we cross paths as opponents, and that respect I give to you will tell you all you need to know about the match weāre going to have. I will take every strike, every suplex, every kick and every stretch and Iāll give them back to you twice as hard and twice as fast until one of us simply doesnāt have the power to stand back up. And when the match is over I will shake your hand, win or lose, and weāll part as brothers. But for those short few minutes in that ring you are my enemy and there will be no quarter given. Iāll let Hector deal with the ground game, that isnāt the combat you and I were taught. I am Gaijin but Iāve paid my dues. I made my own name for myself at home and abroad, and that name follows me to Action Wrestling. And if I have to keep building it on your back, thenā¦ So be it. Youāve already seen what I can do. Iāll show you even more on Monday. Until thenā¦
He picks back up his newspaper and opens it,the camera panning back out and up to Hector as he slips a pair of shades onto the bridge of his nose.
Crowley: Weāve got some things to take care of. Until Monday, ta.
A sweaty but triumphant Robert Benedict towels his forehead off and puts his button-down shirt over the back of a nearby chair. Hector Crowley, who hasnāt competed tonight, is still dressed to the nines but heās still here to give moral support to his new tag team partner. Is it a little odd for AW to sign them as a tag and then give one of them a singles match? A little. Was it enough to throw them off their game? By no means. The win was short and decisive, a real statement to be made to the established names on the roster by one of the men in the new tag team signing for Monday Night Clash. Hector claps him on the shoulder with a hearty chuckle, watching him through the dark lenses of his shades.
Crowley: Ha! See, thatās how itās done, my son. I think his entrance was actually longer than the match! And you even got to trot out that wicked Powerbomb of yours--What was it called again?
Benedict slings the towel to drape over his shoulder before he grabs his shirt, walking in step with his partner toward their dressing room to get his boots off and some more comfortable shoes on.
Benedict: Dead Bang. I got it from a line in The Crow, but the Japanese crowds really like a move that sounds cool even though it doesnāt make a whole lot of sense in English. You know, like how the STO is actually the Space Tornado Ogawa.
Crowley: You know what, I didnāt know that that was an actual acronym. I figured it was just something to sound cool, like the DDT. I learned something today, go figure.
After they get to their room and Robert changes into something less athletic, the both of them watch the rest of the show with the rest of the locker room (as is wrestling tradition) and then retire to the provided hotel room. Well, honestly they go to the hotel bar first and tie a few on. So they find themselves at another bar on another night, removed as one might possibly be from the lives they led a mere week ago while working as independent wrestlers. Amazing how fortunes can change on a dime, especially in the wrestling industry. Hector sits with his usual brandy neat, Robert opting for a lighter alcoholic seltzer to keep from getting too intoxicated. Hector, being British, has a naturally high tolerance.
Crowley: Bloody good work out there tonight, and I mean that. That posturing twat had no idea he was up against a legit Young Lion, and you made him pay for it. I bet heāll be on crutches for two weeks after that battering you gave him.
Robert sips his own drink and checks his watch, eyes turning from the football game recap on TV to his erstwhile partner.
Benedict: Yeah, it was good. I was glad I watched some tapes, but there really wasnāt a whole lot I had to keep in mind with him. Straightforward American-style wrestler. I wish I had something that was moreā¦ You know, challenging. A tag team if Iām being honest, I didnāt figure Iād be doing much in the way of singles matches. But you did say the tag division was in a sorry state. Weāre just gonna have to be the ones to give it a shot in the arm.
Hector raises his glass to that. He drains it about halfway before it clinks against the bar, the darker-haired between them checking on a notification on his phone.
Crowley: Oh hey, the card for next week is out on the website. Weāre up againstā¦ Backbreaker.
Benedict: What, like the move?
A quick perusal of the chaotic AW roster reveals that itāsā¦ A stable. Comprised of four members. He turns the phone toward the victorious between them and Robert squints while looking at the names.
Benedict: I recognize two of those names. Sasaki is a name in Japan, least as far as I remember. I seem to recall seeing some internet video of Tyler Kline as an Olympian who transitioned to wrestling.
Crowley: What, like wrestling? Thatād be brilliant if so, there arenāt any actual wrestlers in Action Wrestling as far as I can tell.
Benedict: No, swimming. But he went into MMA after that. Something about an injury. Iāll have to find tape for the other guys in that group. Did it say which of them weāre up against?
Hector turns his phone back and rolls one shoulder, finishing his liquor as he does. He swallows and checks the cardā¦ No, doesnāt seem so.
Crowley: Nah, guess they use those Southern US rules where any two guys from a stable can be in the match. Youād think thereād be a punchier name for that rule. Either road, Iād say theyāre gonna put Sasaki up against us since youāre in the match. Matching styles and whatever, you know? But I dunno who the other guy is. Weāll just have to overprepare, youāre good at that.
A low grimace and a rueful smile, Robert raking fingers through his mop of hair he hasnāt gotten to comb through and get back to a manageable state just yet.
Benedict: Hey, itās what I was taught to do. Back in the day it was way harder when you literally had to track down literal tapes of your opponent and study them like old football reels. These days I just have to go on YouTube and find some highlight video set to Rise Against or something. I guess Millennials really do have it better. At least from a watching-wrestling standpoint.
A chuckle and his tag team partner waves him off, pocketing his phone.
Crowley: Well, if itās all the same to you Iām gonna hit the gym for an hour or two. I didnāt get to beat the piss out of someone tonight and Iām gonna hold that against you for the remainder of the week until we manage to get this tag team gig down proper. You need me Iāll have the phone, squire.
They mock-salute each other and Hector makes his way into the lobby, leaving Robert to finish the football game and consider his debut victory for another hour or so before he retires to his room for the night.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
So itās proper promo time. They didnāt give one last week and they probably should have, given it was the debut. But this is the time for one since theyāre both involved in the actual match this week. Dangerous Gentlemen are in the building. Namely theyāre in a tailorās building, actually, one of those jobs with the little raised platform in front of a trio of full-length mirrors to allow the tailor as well as the customer to see the outfit in full glory. Upon the dais to the gods of high fashion stands Hector Crowley. His hair is done up effortlessly dapper, his moustache is waxed and curled up at the ends, and in the mirror the viewer can see Robert Benedict reading the Star Tribune. A nameless tailor measures him as he smooths out the sleeves of the pinstriped baby blue button-down he wears. He speaks in a distinct London accent.
Crowley: So Action Wrestling saw fit to give us proper competition. I didnāt even know they had stables, with the way their tag division looks. State of it! Itās embarrassing, is what it is. You have the absolute pinnacle of professional wrestling in the word today, Action Wrestling, the place everyone wants to call them and knock on their door, and a whole division is on the back burner behind Cruiserweights. Tag team wrestling has a long and glorious history dating back to God-knows-when, and Iāll not have you sully that tradition with a card full of singles matches.
The tailor brings him a slate-grey waistcoat and he cinches it up, buttoning it and twisting his torso to get a good look at the stitching.
Crowley: Yeah, I like the gold inside, thatās rather nice. You might be wondering just what me and my esteemed partner are doing just now. Weāre getting fitted for proper attire for our proper debut. Last week Robert Benedict put down that one fella in a match that was shorter than his entrance. This week, well, weāve got bigger fish to fry, innit? Backbreaker Fight Club. Not the first name I wouldāve gone with, myself, but youāre your own men. What I can say is that Iām excited and I know my good chum Robert is too. We got a team that we can meet and match toe to toe, hold for hold and itās gonna be a lot of fun for everyone. Maybe not for you lot, but certainly for the people in the audience and the people at home. And yours truly. You got two MMA specialists who made the jump into wrestling and I can entirely respect that. I did the vice-versa, and I probably got more years in the ring than the rest of the guys put together. That just means more tricks up the sleeve, is all. Iām always excited to match up with guys who do what I do because thatās the only way to get better. Steel sharpens steel, innit? So I truly suggest stretching because Iām gonna give you a workout. And what I donāt stretch, my chum Benedictās gonna bruise. Heās on that Strong Style business, aināt you?
Crowley turns so that the camera can zoom in and catch a more distinct image of Robert Benedict in the frame, he folding his newspaper and setting it aside. He uncrosses his legs and leans forward to nod his head.
Benedict: What I concern myself with is Jay Sasaki. Sasaki-san, I respect what you do.
A shallow bow from his seated position, before he leans back into his chair.
Benedict: You came up the same way I did, and for that I will give you the utmost respect. You and I are cut from the same cloth, and we make our way in the world like every Japanese-trained wrestler has before. This time we cross paths as opponents, and that respect I give to you will tell you all you need to know about the match weāre going to have. I will take every strike, every suplex, every kick and every stretch and Iāll give them back to you twice as hard and twice as fast until one of us simply doesnāt have the power to stand back up. And when the match is over I will shake your hand, win or lose, and weāll part as brothers. But for those short few minutes in that ring you are my enemy and there will be no quarter given. Iāll let Hector deal with the ground game, that isnāt the combat you and I were taught. I am Gaijin but Iāve paid my dues. I made my own name for myself at home and abroad, and that name follows me to Action Wrestling. And if I have to keep building it on your back, thenā¦ So be it. Youāve already seen what I can do. Iāll show you even more on Monday. Until thenā¦
He picks back up his newspaper and opens it,the camera panning back out and up to Hector as he slips a pair of shades onto the bridge of his nose.
Crowley: Weāve got some things to take care of. Until Monday, ta.