Post by Ned the Intern on Jan 31, 2020 22:00:50 GMT -5
My bro got to narrate part one… so I have part two. It's only fair. I probs should've come up with a better intro for this. Whatever, man. Y'all know who's who and what's what. Dope Bros is riding into Detroit in a mack tank, bro. We just finished up that weed podcast… that didn't have anything to do with weed. I sent it to my guy via Dropbox. Now that we're free for the afternoon… our girls are on their way over. We're going out for some eats.
"I'm so hungry I could ride a horse."
"I… uhh… what?"
"For real. They best get here real quick, my dude."
"Rilee just texted. They're parked downstairs. Let's head out."
Woooooord. Here we go. Dope Bros versus shitty elevator. Round one. Fight.
"First floor?"
"That's the lobby… so… yeah…"
"Tight. Hey, so… are we going to… Action Wrestling next week?"
"Yeah, man. We literally just recorded a promo for a match."
"Against CVS and VCR, right?"
"Sure. That's close enough."
"Cool, bro. One of them is like a superhero ninja and the other is a tatted up badass. I don't remember which one is which. This match will be dope, bro. Let's get in there… hit some sweet tag team shit… and get the dubya."
"That's a pretty solid plan actually."
"See, bro. I'm more than just a pretty face. And hey… we have the same face… which is also pretty dope."
"That's pretty normal for identical twins. Hey, remember the pranks we used to pull on Sara? We always thought she couldn't tell us apart… but… she totally could."
"No way, bro. We fooled her e'ry time."
"Not a chance. She brought it up a few weeks ago. She knew all along."
"Think we could fool CSO and VCA on Monday?"
"Considering we have different gear… no…"
"What if we… like… switched gear?"
"You mean… in the middle of the match?"
Whooooooa. You're totally in my head, bro.
"Whooooooa. You're totally in my head, bro."
"We're not switching gear… before, during or after the match. Let's just play to our strengths and do the best we can."
"I don't know if our best will cut it, bro. We're up against a masked ninja who is being haunted by a ghost or some shit. He's seen some things… and some stuff. We can't play any games with this dude or we'll end up cursing our bloodline or whatever."
"What are you talking about?"
"I don't even know, bro. That Vulcan dude freaks me out. He's on about destiny and shit. How can we fight his destiny when we don't even know how to handle our own? We thought it was our destiny to be top guys in this business… because mom and dad were… so were our brother and sister before us… but… maybe we were wrong. Maybe our place is to help others fulfill their destinies. Maybe WE are Talent Enhancers… not Timothy James and Jordan Lee…"
"We didn't come this far to only go this far. All of the blood, sweat, tears… the normalities in life we have sacrificed to get here… were not to prove we are destined to be jobbers. Winning is in our blood. Our legacy doesn't include being the worst of the worst. Mom and dad's individual legacies don't end with us being a couple of nobodies beaten every week in a cruiserweight tag team division. That's not how our story will be told for generations to come."
"I admire your fire, bro. I'm just worried that we're letting mom and dad down."
"Don't worry. I talked to dad last night. He couldn't find his hammer… that has never left the junk drawer in the kitchen. He's proud of what we've done on our own. Even in defeat… he's still proud of us. As long as we're happy and healthy… nothing else matters to him. Of course… I'd like to win next week and get one step closer to a rematch with HaVeN."
"We gotta show VAG and SAG what we're made of. We've been a team since birth. It's time to show 'em what a real life tag team is all about."
Das ende.