Post by Ned the Intern on Jan 19, 2021 11:35:37 GMT -5
The Schorg Bros are seated in a booth at Romeo Pizzeria in Jamaica, New York. Chris is devouring a slice with everything but the kitchen sink on it. Ricky looks at his phone to check the time, as millenials do. Relax, bro. We got time. Have some 'za. I can't eat right now. My stomach is in knots. Don’t worry about it, bro. How can I not worry? Our contracts with Action Wrestling were up at the end of the year. They wanted to lower our downside guarantee. So they only wanted to keep us around so… what… we couldn’t go to Revo1 or something? Now, three weeks later, they suddenly want to hop on a Zoom call with us? I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all, Chris. Bro. Brooooo. Listen, bro. If they want us back, cool. If not… also cool, bro. Let’s just jump into there and see what’s gooood, bro. Ricky checks the time and sighs, then opens up the laptop in front of him. He logs onto Zoom and enters the chat number that was given to him. They sit in silence for a minute before someone pops up on the screen. Oh good! I’m glad this worked. We’re having some connectivity issues at the office. Something about 5G towers. They’re everywhere, bro. It’s a new new new world order. Sure. So, hi, Chuck. I’m Ricky. This is my brother Chris. We’re-- The Schorg Bros! I’m a big fan. So, as you see on the screen, yeah, I’m Chuck. I’m an intern here at Action Wrestling. You look so… familiar. People say I look like a young Torture. Like I could be his little brother or something. I don’t see it. Yeah. That’s what I’m seeing. It’s eerie. I wish I was his little brother. Then I wouldn’t be an intern. Lolol What you got for us, Chuckie? Come on, Chris. That’s no way to start negotiations. Well, I wish I had more for you. Obviously they sent an intern to the meeting, so it’s not going to be the offer you were hoping for. With a recent hiring spree… on top of buying out a handful of smaller companies like South Championship Wrestling… there just isn’t much room to negotiation full-time contracts for you both. But… Donald Deruty does have something on the table for you. D-Day always has something up his sleeve. What’s up? Occasionally, there is a need to put over an upstart tag team on CruiserClash… Yeah, bro. Like when we got beat by Pineapple Promenade in Kenturky. Yes. Your match at Christmas Chaos in Kentucky was an example of what I’m talking about. That was our last contracted match with Action Wrestling. So you’re saying D-Day wants us to come in and do something similar again? Some random pop-up show on the AW Network? Kind of. This time, it will be featured on next week’s broadcast of CruiserClash. Ricky sighs. I’d love to play hardball and say we’ve got other opportunities on the table… but that would be a lie. Who is it against? Red White and Bruised? Oh! I’d love a match with Two Gents, bro! Not quite. It’s actually… uhh… He clears his throat. Pineapple Promenade. Seriously?! Yeeeeah. They’re not doing too well in singles matches… and they’ve lost all of their tag team matches, aside from the one against you guys in Kentucky. Chris gets up from the table unexpectedly and walks away from the table. So… you want us… to come in… to put them over… again? That’s not at all what I want. This is a request from Mr. Deruty, and… He pauses, typing something on his computer into the chat window. That is the amount he’s willing to pay you for this match. Ricky looks over at the amount and his eyes widen. Jesus Horatio Christ! They must really want Pineapple Promenade to be something special. Yes. So far, they haven’t popped the ratings… their merch hasn’t been moving… they haven’t won any matches. They just need a little something to push them to that next level. I understand how this could a bit… upsetting. Upsetting? Not at all. We grew up in this carny business. There’s always a role for good hands to come in to put over talent. Do you know what happened the last time we were brought in to put over a team? Was it the Dragon Skrue match? It was! We showed up in full body suits, took the Cruiserweight Tag Team Champions to a point where they felt it was necessary to get disqualified… and we earned ourselves a shot at the gold. Some say we had too many undeserved title shots… and they’re entitled to their opinions. It’s my opinion that we’re too good to be treated like jobbers. Oh, I agree with you, Ricky. Unfortunately this is the best offer Mr. Deruty has for you at this time. If you’d like to pass on it, I will pass it along to-- No way, Chuck. We’re going to do it. Oh?! Really?! Hell yeah, man. The best way for us to show our worth to this company is to show up, put forth one hundred and ten percent effort, do what’s asked for us… and hope for the best. Chris comes back with another tray of pizza. What did I miss, bro? We’re going to CruiserClash to put over Pineapple Promenade. Word. Where at? The Charles E. Smith Center in Washington DC. No way! Bro, we gotta go to We, The Pizza! It’s legit right next to the Capital building, bro! Chuck, you in? I don’t actually attend shows. I spend my days in a cubicle in Las Vegas. Thanks for the offer though. Well, Chuck… it was nice meeting you. Hopefully we can do business again in the future. I look forward to it. I’ll update Mr. Deruty and tell him the good news. Have a nice day. The zoom call ends and Ricky looks at Chris, who is demolishing more pizza. You know what we have to do, right? Eat piiiiiizza, bro! We have to flip the script. They’re bringing us in to put over a couple of twinkling stars. If Action Wrestling wants to see what they’re really made of… let’s show them. Let’s go in… expose their weaknesses… and not go easy on them. That’s what’s expected of us, you know. We’re expected to shake hands, agree with the scraps handed to us, and walk away without saying a word. Well… fuck that. Sara has a whole new energy about herself lately. Why don’t we do the same? Let’s go hard in the motherfuckin’ paint, bro! I’m not saying we go rudo on them… but we also don’t need to be cookie cutter tecnicos either. We’re going to blur the line, show our strengths, accept nothing less than what we deserve. Last time around, we did some cool tag team moves… I got clotheslined out of the ring by Vebbins… and you took an unnecessary risk. Yeah… sorry about that… It’s okay, man. Really. Your instinct was to go high, not realizing that Nidrah was waiting to put you down like a sick dog. We lost… and it sucked… but we knew what the deal was. A month later… they expect us to go in and do the same dance. They think it’s going to be the usual promenade… but when we start moshing all over their act… the plan to make those pineapple punks look like a million bucks will go up in flames. There was a time when we were the laughing stock of that cruiser tag division, based on our streak of losses. What made us different than what they’re doing now… is that we at least put on a good show. We live for this business. Hell, we started training in elementary school. Nidrah… Vebbins… they stumbled into a cut-throat business that will leave them in puddles of despair if they don’t harden up. Our match with them… in DC… will be like heating up a steal sword. By the end of it… if they survive… they will be better because they had the opportunity to compete against world-class athletes. Awww, bro! You think I’m a world-class athlete?! Honestly, not really. But we're a team. For better or worse. Born to ride! Down for life! Das ende. |