Post by Teo Blaze on Sept 4, 2022 12:29:28 GMT -5
Hello folks, narrator here! Finding the Gents once again commiserating on a spectacular night. Although they are one briefcase short of the night being perfect, they have nonetheless taken the chance to celebrate Jenson’s victory on behalf of Kem! The duo have lined up a long feasting table with all of the citizenry, and overhead proudly hangs the Kem flag that mere nights ago Jenson proudly planted as he overcame Bryan Blaze.
The duo look at the flag over the sound of discussion as Teo approaches Jenson.
“I’m proud of you, lad. That was a hell of a win.”
“Indeed, Teo, a proud moment for Kem and a loss I’m sure Blaze will not live down anytime soon.”
“Oh, if we have anything to say about it, he’ll be remembering this for the rest of his life. But you know, now that I think about it- losing the match might not even have been the most humiliating part.”
“I think I know where you’re going, but enlighten me.”
“Well, imagine losing a match representing your home country, and having to get back on the plane home, only to get back to the airport and seeing a whole bunch of your countrymen holding up signs saying “Thank You Bryan!” right?”
“Go on, go on…”
“Except if he gets down on the runway, he’ll realize that they’re not thanking him for his efforts, they’re thanking him because if he had won the match, people might start associating Canada with him, and that would absolutely destroy their reputation!”
“Ha! Good one, lad! Imagine it, a whole group of Canadian Action Wrestling fans all cheering as their false flagholder fails. It’s almost poetic!”
Teo smiles, looking at the center of the banquet table, around the pieces of food sits a display featuring photos of all of the Gents’ title wins, ten so far in total, arranged artfully around the Cruiserweight title.
“You know, it’s going to feel damned swell putting another black eye on Blaze’s ugly mug this week. And you know the best part?”
“That we get to do it in tandem again?”
“Damn straight. Okay, the second best part?”
“Enlighten me!”
“The second best part of the match is that we don’t have to worry about the Heritage blindsiding us once it’s done! You can’t sneak attack someone who just beat you beyond the realm of consciousness!”
Jenson laughs heartily, grabbing a very large flagon from the buffet table and walking towards the fireplace with a contented smile.
“Gods, it’s been a hell of a time fighting the heritage. We built a division around those tag belts that’s flourishing like never before, and now we’ve turned the Cruiserweight title into the most hotly contested prize in the company! And the entire time they’ve been nipping at our heels, like a tack in a horse’s hoof, like a rock in your boot! Never enough to stop us, but always trying to slow our stride, our ascent.
It all started the night they stole the tag titles, and make no mistake, no matter what the history books may show, it was highway robbery! Ever since that moment, they got it in their mind that with just the right moment, the right cheap shot, the right cowardly strike! That they could repeat that lightning in a bottle.”
Teo reaches over to a large pile of Gentburgers and grabs one off of the top with a smile, reflecting on the product’s origin.
“You know, we should take another trip to Japan. These things have been selling like hotcakes over there. They might be interested in another venture.”
Jenson smiles at his partner, knowing he’s talking about more than the potential profit involved in such a move.
“You know what the difference is between The Gents and the Heritage, Jenson?”
“You mean besides the fact that we fight with a sense of honor and fair play while taking every opponent head on and the Heritage would sooner dive headfirst into a syrup vat than take someone on in a fair confrontation?”
“One of the differences, haha… The thing about the Heritage is that they have always fought for Canada. Whether or not Canada has a sense of pride in this determined stance notwithstanding, as I personally would not want my country associated with a pair of weaselly thugs, no matter how many titles they stole…
It’s all about the way we see the world. Look at the first thing Bryan Blaze did when he stole the Cruiserweight championship. Plastered a maple leaf right on it and immediately declared that it was property of Canada.
Now you could call that pride in your herit- in your upbringing. But frankly I think that it speaks to a deeper tendency.”
“Egotism of course, though I doubt that’s where you’re headed. After all, you gotta have a pretty big chip on your shoulder to declare yourself the representative of an entire country sight unseen.”
“Oh for sure! But I’m not talking about the fact that Bryan Blaze’s head swelled so large that it could be used in the Thanksgiving day parade the moment Bunga snuck that belt into his lap. I’m talking about the fact that he wanted to hold the Cruiserweight title down. Hold it back. That belt, all of these belts that we’ve won. They don’t belong to one country, they don’t belong to one nationality! We’ve had champions from the United States, Canada, Japan, Mexico, hell, from all around the world!”
“And of course we could never forget a pair of champions from Kem!”
“And that’s what the Gents have always represented! The vision we’ve always had for Cruiserclash! A melting pot where styles from all around the world- strong style, catch wrestling, lucha libre, where it all comes together to create something unlike anywhere in the world!”
“And the Heritage just refuses that vision. They spit in our face! Bryan Blaze and the Heritage are so damned obsessed, so convinced that they are the true representatives of Canadian wrestling that they can’t see that we have fans in every country on the globe! That’s why the sneak attacks, lad! That’s why they just can’t help themselves but to charge down that ramp and pick fight after fight after fight!”
“Exactly! I hate to oversimplify, but it reeks of nothing more than simple jealousy. Everywhere the Gents go, we sacrifice, we go the extra mile to meet with fans, to take pictures, to greet every single person no matter where they’re from! And then you have the Heritage, who are convinced that maple leaf jackets and Canadian Tag Titles that they hoard like Gollum with the ring are enough to get them that kind of response.”
“They can’t, or refuse to process just how much we’ve put into building our reputation, into paying back the fans for their loyalty, for their belief, and it manifests itself by trying to strip it away from us!
How many times, Teo, how many times have the Heritage declared broadly that they were going to expose the Gents, absolutely and utterly convinced that if they turned over the right rock, if they flipped the right stone, pushed the right button, that suddenly a cascade of secrets would come flooding out! Utterly convinced we are hiding some deeper, weaker side!”
“It’s simple projection, lad. They believe that because they know that deep down, even if their inflated egos would never let them acknowledge it, nobody will ever cheer for the Heritage like they cheer us. Nobody will look at Bryan Blaze with the same smile they have when they see us walking forward. They will never have what we have because they are not willing to do what we did to get it.”
“And so the next best thing is to try and steal it.”
Jenson shakes his head, turning towards the fireplace.
“You think they’ll get it after we knock their heads together again this week?”
Teo looks to his partner with a raised eyebrow.
“The fact that you can still show any regard for them at all shows just how different we are from them, buddy. But no, I think that they’ve got to come to that realization on their own.”
“Ah well. A Gent’s work is never done!”
With that, the duo laugh, toasting the burger and mug as the camera pans away over the Kem Flag once again.
The duo look at the flag over the sound of discussion as Teo approaches Jenson.
“I’m proud of you, lad. That was a hell of a win.”
“Indeed, Teo, a proud moment for Kem and a loss I’m sure Blaze will not live down anytime soon.”
“Oh, if we have anything to say about it, he’ll be remembering this for the rest of his life. But you know, now that I think about it- losing the match might not even have been the most humiliating part.”
“I think I know where you’re going, but enlighten me.”
“Well, imagine losing a match representing your home country, and having to get back on the plane home, only to get back to the airport and seeing a whole bunch of your countrymen holding up signs saying “Thank You Bryan!” right?”
“Go on, go on…”
“Except if he gets down on the runway, he’ll realize that they’re not thanking him for his efforts, they’re thanking him because if he had won the match, people might start associating Canada with him, and that would absolutely destroy their reputation!”
“Ha! Good one, lad! Imagine it, a whole group of Canadian Action Wrestling fans all cheering as their false flagholder fails. It’s almost poetic!”
Teo smiles, looking at the center of the banquet table, around the pieces of food sits a display featuring photos of all of the Gents’ title wins, ten so far in total, arranged artfully around the Cruiserweight title.
“You know, it’s going to feel damned swell putting another black eye on Blaze’s ugly mug this week. And you know the best part?”
“That we get to do it in tandem again?”
“Damn straight. Okay, the second best part?”
“Enlighten me!”
“The second best part of the match is that we don’t have to worry about the Heritage blindsiding us once it’s done! You can’t sneak attack someone who just beat you beyond the realm of consciousness!”
Jenson laughs heartily, grabbing a very large flagon from the buffet table and walking towards the fireplace with a contented smile.
“Gods, it’s been a hell of a time fighting the heritage. We built a division around those tag belts that’s flourishing like never before, and now we’ve turned the Cruiserweight title into the most hotly contested prize in the company! And the entire time they’ve been nipping at our heels, like a tack in a horse’s hoof, like a rock in your boot! Never enough to stop us, but always trying to slow our stride, our ascent.
It all started the night they stole the tag titles, and make no mistake, no matter what the history books may show, it was highway robbery! Ever since that moment, they got it in their mind that with just the right moment, the right cheap shot, the right cowardly strike! That they could repeat that lightning in a bottle.”
Teo reaches over to a large pile of Gentburgers and grabs one off of the top with a smile, reflecting on the product’s origin.
“You know, we should take another trip to Japan. These things have been selling like hotcakes over there. They might be interested in another venture.”
Jenson smiles at his partner, knowing he’s talking about more than the potential profit involved in such a move.
“You know what the difference is between The Gents and the Heritage, Jenson?”
“You mean besides the fact that we fight with a sense of honor and fair play while taking every opponent head on and the Heritage would sooner dive headfirst into a syrup vat than take someone on in a fair confrontation?”
“One of the differences, haha… The thing about the Heritage is that they have always fought for Canada. Whether or not Canada has a sense of pride in this determined stance notwithstanding, as I personally would not want my country associated with a pair of weaselly thugs, no matter how many titles they stole…
It’s all about the way we see the world. Look at the first thing Bryan Blaze did when he stole the Cruiserweight championship. Plastered a maple leaf right on it and immediately declared that it was property of Canada.
Now you could call that pride in your herit- in your upbringing. But frankly I think that it speaks to a deeper tendency.”
“Egotism of course, though I doubt that’s where you’re headed. After all, you gotta have a pretty big chip on your shoulder to declare yourself the representative of an entire country sight unseen.”
“Oh for sure! But I’m not talking about the fact that Bryan Blaze’s head swelled so large that it could be used in the Thanksgiving day parade the moment Bunga snuck that belt into his lap. I’m talking about the fact that he wanted to hold the Cruiserweight title down. Hold it back. That belt, all of these belts that we’ve won. They don’t belong to one country, they don’t belong to one nationality! We’ve had champions from the United States, Canada, Japan, Mexico, hell, from all around the world!”
“And of course we could never forget a pair of champions from Kem!”
“And that’s what the Gents have always represented! The vision we’ve always had for Cruiserclash! A melting pot where styles from all around the world- strong style, catch wrestling, lucha libre, where it all comes together to create something unlike anywhere in the world!”
“And the Heritage just refuses that vision. They spit in our face! Bryan Blaze and the Heritage are so damned obsessed, so convinced that they are the true representatives of Canadian wrestling that they can’t see that we have fans in every country on the globe! That’s why the sneak attacks, lad! That’s why they just can’t help themselves but to charge down that ramp and pick fight after fight after fight!”
“Exactly! I hate to oversimplify, but it reeks of nothing more than simple jealousy. Everywhere the Gents go, we sacrifice, we go the extra mile to meet with fans, to take pictures, to greet every single person no matter where they’re from! And then you have the Heritage, who are convinced that maple leaf jackets and Canadian Tag Titles that they hoard like Gollum with the ring are enough to get them that kind of response.”
“They can’t, or refuse to process just how much we’ve put into building our reputation, into paying back the fans for their loyalty, for their belief, and it manifests itself by trying to strip it away from us!
How many times, Teo, how many times have the Heritage declared broadly that they were going to expose the Gents, absolutely and utterly convinced that if they turned over the right rock, if they flipped the right stone, pushed the right button, that suddenly a cascade of secrets would come flooding out! Utterly convinced we are hiding some deeper, weaker side!”
“It’s simple projection, lad. They believe that because they know that deep down, even if their inflated egos would never let them acknowledge it, nobody will ever cheer for the Heritage like they cheer us. Nobody will look at Bryan Blaze with the same smile they have when they see us walking forward. They will never have what we have because they are not willing to do what we did to get it.”
“And so the next best thing is to try and steal it.”
Jenson shakes his head, turning towards the fireplace.
“You think they’ll get it after we knock their heads together again this week?”
Teo looks to his partner with a raised eyebrow.
“The fact that you can still show any regard for them at all shows just how different we are from them, buddy. But no, I think that they’ve got to come to that realization on their own.”
“Ah well. A Gent’s work is never done!”
With that, the duo laugh, toasting the burger and mug as the camera pans away over the Kem Flag once again.
