Post by K2 on Oct 3, 2021 2:46:17 GMT -5
Three days after their victory at Clash, the Dangerous Gentlemen are having their somewhat-weekly meeting to discuss just what it is they’re actually doing in Action Wrestling. Sure it’s only been two weeks but they’re undefeated and that counts for something when it comes to the Internet forums which have become the lifeblood of the new pro wrestling scene. Kids today with their Facebooks and Tiktoks and Instagrams and OnlyFans and good old-fashioned forums to bitch about who should really be world champion and who’s overrated.
And who is wrestling truly aimed at if not for the people online bitching about it, really? So it is that Hector Crowley peruses social media and clickbait articles about himself, as he is oft wont to do, while his tag partner looks over the hotel room service menu.
Benedict: Is there anything on this menu that isn’t swimming in gravy?
Hector looks up from behind his reading glasses and smirks. It’s tough to eat well on the road in general without having to deal with artery-destroying room service, that’s for sure.
Crowley: I’ve got half a protein bar in my bag if you’re feeling peckish. Otherwise just… I dunno, order Thai or something. I had shitty corner store curry two meals a day for a year because I couldn’t afford anything else and you’re having a moan about how much fat’s on your pancakes. I swear you yanks are never happy. We won our tag match! That not just strike you dumb still? Plus we have a number one contender’s match! You should be ordering up their biggest ice cream to celebrate.
Robert’s already abandoned the menu to look through local places on his food delivery app, brows furrowed at the idea of being the top contenders already. What good is having a title belt if there’s no competition for it? Nobody remember your reign at the top unless you have the absolute best gunning for you every week, that’s how the legends did it and that’s how he intends to do it. He supposes it has to fall on him and Hector to make the titles something more than a fashion accessory for two singles wrestlers who defend them three times a year. Tag team wrestling is a massive draw in Japan, where factions of wrestlers square off over hotly contested matchups to try and win over both the crowd and the titles. That it never really reached that height in the US has always struck him as a wasted opportunity.
Benedict: Yeah, don’t remind me. We’ve already beaten Backbreaker, and that was a good match. We managed to win that cleanly and I’m happy about that, don’t get me wrong. But this week we’re up against two guys… I don’t really strictly see them as better wrestlers than the guys we just beat. It’s a weird booking decision, but. Hell, I don’t pretend to know what the booker’s thinking. They put us in a match, we show up, we win. Easy to figure out, sometimes difficult to accomplish
Crowley: Ha! We ain’t had a hard match yet, by my estimation. I could walk pretty good the next day, so it’s all ruddy good for me. These two plump chickens are gonna get stuck in the stock pot just like the last two weeks’ worth of opponents. Then it’s just smooth sailing to those tag titles and fat payslip. Who’s the tag champs in this promotion anyway?
A low sigh greets the typically cavalier attitude of the veteran between them.
Benedict: Vanguard. That’s Downfall and Dionysus.
Crowley: Oh yeah? I know Downfall anyway. I liked his work in IEW, even if he’s always struck me as a prick. Good worker. Getting up there in years, innit? He was wrestling when you were learning your multiplication in primary school. But I suppose we gotta go through these two big fuckin’ lummoxes first. Not a lot to surprise there, old-school gents that are gonna shout about how we’re geeks. Just take their legs out and it’s easy days. Well, for me. You ain’t got a technical bone in your body. Not that it’s a bad thing to just knock seven shades of shit out of the poor guy, but you gotta learn finesse. It’ll save your ass one day.
Robert waves him off and scrolls his phone. It’s been less than a month and the two of them have made enough waves to get noticed by the guys who make the decisions. In less than five years he’s gone from nobody from nowhere to someone who’s proven that he has the raw talent to go somewhere in the wrestling business. And with the eyes of the nation on him he has, ostensibly, two matches before he gets to write his name in the record books and really prove he’s not a Young Lion anymore. He’s a wrestler. And a damn good one at that. Hector takes his time arguing with trolls on his Twitter feed, but he’s got his eyes on the prize.
And who is wrestling truly aimed at if not for the people online bitching about it, really? So it is that Hector Crowley peruses social media and clickbait articles about himself, as he is oft wont to do, while his tag partner looks over the hotel room service menu.
Benedict: Is there anything on this menu that isn’t swimming in gravy?
Hector looks up from behind his reading glasses and smirks. It’s tough to eat well on the road in general without having to deal with artery-destroying room service, that’s for sure.
Crowley: I’ve got half a protein bar in my bag if you’re feeling peckish. Otherwise just… I dunno, order Thai or something. I had shitty corner store curry two meals a day for a year because I couldn’t afford anything else and you’re having a moan about how much fat’s on your pancakes. I swear you yanks are never happy. We won our tag match! That not just strike you dumb still? Plus we have a number one contender’s match! You should be ordering up their biggest ice cream to celebrate.
Robert’s already abandoned the menu to look through local places on his food delivery app, brows furrowed at the idea of being the top contenders already. What good is having a title belt if there’s no competition for it? Nobody remember your reign at the top unless you have the absolute best gunning for you every week, that’s how the legends did it and that’s how he intends to do it. He supposes it has to fall on him and Hector to make the titles something more than a fashion accessory for two singles wrestlers who defend them three times a year. Tag team wrestling is a massive draw in Japan, where factions of wrestlers square off over hotly contested matchups to try and win over both the crowd and the titles. That it never really reached that height in the US has always struck him as a wasted opportunity.
Benedict: Yeah, don’t remind me. We’ve already beaten Backbreaker, and that was a good match. We managed to win that cleanly and I’m happy about that, don’t get me wrong. But this week we’re up against two guys… I don’t really strictly see them as better wrestlers than the guys we just beat. It’s a weird booking decision, but. Hell, I don’t pretend to know what the booker’s thinking. They put us in a match, we show up, we win. Easy to figure out, sometimes difficult to accomplish
Crowley: Ha! We ain’t had a hard match yet, by my estimation. I could walk pretty good the next day, so it’s all ruddy good for me. These two plump chickens are gonna get stuck in the stock pot just like the last two weeks’ worth of opponents. Then it’s just smooth sailing to those tag titles and fat payslip. Who’s the tag champs in this promotion anyway?
A low sigh greets the typically cavalier attitude of the veteran between them.
Benedict: Vanguard. That’s Downfall and Dionysus.
Crowley: Oh yeah? I know Downfall anyway. I liked his work in IEW, even if he’s always struck me as a prick. Good worker. Getting up there in years, innit? He was wrestling when you were learning your multiplication in primary school. But I suppose we gotta go through these two big fuckin’ lummoxes first. Not a lot to surprise there, old-school gents that are gonna shout about how we’re geeks. Just take their legs out and it’s easy days. Well, for me. You ain’t got a technical bone in your body. Not that it’s a bad thing to just knock seven shades of shit out of the poor guy, but you gotta learn finesse. It’ll save your ass one day.
Robert waves him off and scrolls his phone. It’s been less than a month and the two of them have made enough waves to get noticed by the guys who make the decisions. In less than five years he’s gone from nobody from nowhere to someone who’s proven that he has the raw talent to go somewhere in the wrestling business. And with the eyes of the nation on him he has, ostensibly, two matches before he gets to write his name in the record books and really prove he’s not a Young Lion anymore. He’s a wrestler. And a damn good one at that. Hector takes his time arguing with trolls on his Twitter feed, but he’s got his eyes on the prize.