Post by Teo Blaze on Mar 14, 2021 11:50:03 GMT -5
“You know Andre, for a brief moment, I actually found myself happy that Pineapple Promenade won that title match.”
“No kidding?”
The Gents have taken a brief repose from their endurance training and are now walking to one of the many training rooms in Jenson’s facility.
“Oh I know, you’re expecting me to say because they’re the easier challenge, and that their tremendous upset works to our advantage cause we could win this match blindfolded, but that’s not it...Whatever else I am about to say, I honestly hope they never forget the happiness they felt in that moment.
Because they’re going to need it.”
There is a distinct edge to Teo’s voice, and it does not go unnoticed by Jenson, who raises a knowing eyebrow.
“A chair shot to the head from a pair of apes followed by a match in the most unforgiving structure available?
Bring it on.
Those titles are our world! They were our children! We nurtured them, we took care of them, we were their guardians!”
“95 days! More than three months!”
“Those belts are more than a prize! They’re a responsibility! When people see a belt around your waist, they look up to you. They trust you. They believe in you.
And Pineapple Promenade has the gall, the arrogance, the nerve! To say that they are winning those championships for the people? Those vain, self-centered, instagram obsessed, vacuous pair of-”
“Harpies!”
Teo looks at his partner for a moment, and his anger gives way to a momentary calm.
“Not the word I would have used, although quite similar to something they probably have. But you’re right, buddy. Pineapple Promenade doesn’t care about these fans, they don’t give a damn about the families working jobs they hate to put money in the pockets of a boss who they fantasize about throwing out of a third story window.
They don’t give a damn about the single mother working two jobs to make ends meet, who goes without a meal to scrape together enough to get their child a ticket to watch us perform. You know what they do give a damn about..?"
“Hair extensions and spray-tans?”
“I mean, obviously. But even more than that, they like the attention. They like that when they say that they are fighting for the people, it makes them feel like they’re heroines. Like they’re overcoming impossible odds! That feeling like the world is in your back is like a drug in the arm.
A shot of heroine is enough to get anyone high off of their own fumes.
Because when you’re the heroines, it doesn’t matter that you spend more time inside of a photo filter than you do in the gym. It doesn’t matter that you talk more about yourself than any other subject. It doesn’t matter because at the end of the day the people just want anyone but Red White and Bruised!
So congratulations on being anyone, Pineapple Promenade. It must feel good.
But here’s where reality sets in...because I’m about to tell you something for your own good, so when I come by your hospital beds, please don’t make me have to say I told you so.
There are no heroes or heroines.
Our actions define us more than any label ever could. Andre and I did not accomplish what we did because we are better than anyone else. We did not hold those championships for almost 100 days for our own egos! We did it to prove a point! When we say we believe in these people, it’s not just a buzzword or a catchphrase!
It’s who we are.
And sometimes what’s best for the people is a wake-up call. When those cage doors close, they will not open again until the 2Gents are tag team champions again. You will see just what we are willing to sacrifice, what we will give up to be champions again. And your moment in the sun will be your only consolation.
Enjoy it while it lasts.”
With that, Teo turns to Jenson and gestures to a room filled with training equipment. The Gents, determined as ever, turn and walk through the door as the scene slowly fades.
“No kidding?”
The Gents have taken a brief repose from their endurance training and are now walking to one of the many training rooms in Jenson’s facility.
“Oh I know, you’re expecting me to say because they’re the easier challenge, and that their tremendous upset works to our advantage cause we could win this match blindfolded, but that’s not it...Whatever else I am about to say, I honestly hope they never forget the happiness they felt in that moment.
Because they’re going to need it.”
There is a distinct edge to Teo’s voice, and it does not go unnoticed by Jenson, who raises a knowing eyebrow.
“A chair shot to the head from a pair of apes followed by a match in the most unforgiving structure available?
Bring it on.
Those titles are our world! They were our children! We nurtured them, we took care of them, we were their guardians!”
“95 days! More than three months!”
“Those belts are more than a prize! They’re a responsibility! When people see a belt around your waist, they look up to you. They trust you. They believe in you.
And Pineapple Promenade has the gall, the arrogance, the nerve! To say that they are winning those championships for the people? Those vain, self-centered, instagram obsessed, vacuous pair of-”
“Harpies!”
Teo looks at his partner for a moment, and his anger gives way to a momentary calm.
“Not the word I would have used, although quite similar to something they probably have. But you’re right, buddy. Pineapple Promenade doesn’t care about these fans, they don’t give a damn about the families working jobs they hate to put money in the pockets of a boss who they fantasize about throwing out of a third story window.
They don’t give a damn about the single mother working two jobs to make ends meet, who goes without a meal to scrape together enough to get their child a ticket to watch us perform. You know what they do give a damn about..?"
“Hair extensions and spray-tans?”
“I mean, obviously. But even more than that, they like the attention. They like that when they say that they are fighting for the people, it makes them feel like they’re heroines. Like they’re overcoming impossible odds! That feeling like the world is in your back is like a drug in the arm.
A shot of heroine is enough to get anyone high off of their own fumes.
Because when you’re the heroines, it doesn’t matter that you spend more time inside of a photo filter than you do in the gym. It doesn’t matter that you talk more about yourself than any other subject. It doesn’t matter because at the end of the day the people just want anyone but Red White and Bruised!
So congratulations on being anyone, Pineapple Promenade. It must feel good.
But here’s where reality sets in...because I’m about to tell you something for your own good, so when I come by your hospital beds, please don’t make me have to say I told you so.
There are no heroes or heroines.
Our actions define us more than any label ever could. Andre and I did not accomplish what we did because we are better than anyone else. We did not hold those championships for almost 100 days for our own egos! We did it to prove a point! When we say we believe in these people, it’s not just a buzzword or a catchphrase!
It’s who we are.
And sometimes what’s best for the people is a wake-up call. When those cage doors close, they will not open again until the 2Gents are tag team champions again. You will see just what we are willing to sacrifice, what we will give up to be champions again. And your moment in the sun will be your only consolation.
Enjoy it while it lasts.”
With that, Teo turns to Jenson and gestures to a room filled with training equipment. The Gents, determined as ever, turn and walk through the door as the scene slowly fades.