Post by Teo Blaze on Apr 4, 2021 18:40:17 GMT -5
The Gents stand in somber silence, the language of the letter hanging in the air. In all of their drive to succeed, their focus on Jim Mud’s terrible proclamation, the feelings of isolation and fear of what could happen...they had briefly forgotten the very reason why they were doing all of this in the first place.
“Well that spells it out right there, doesn’t it, Andre? More than tag team title gold, more than the tag team division, more than anything we could ever stand to gain...what matters most is that there are people counting on us.
People who look to the Gents for strength. People who look to us when there is nobody else there for them. So many people on this roster, in this tag division fight tooth and nail for themselves. But we have so many people to fight for.
And no matter how much it hurts me to say, I cannot stand across the ring from Pineapple Promenade and tell them that they are more important than that.”
“You know, Pineapple Promenade would say they’re fighting for the same people we’re fighting for.”
“Are they though? Are they really? Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure that’s what they think. They would look you right in the eye and tell you without hesitation that they are a tag team representing the people, fighting for the people, doing the very same things that we say.
And you know what? Fair enough...if you can prove it. Actions speak louder than words, no? And for every empty platitude they spout, for every meaningless claim that Pineapple Promenade actually give a damn about their fans? What have they done to prove it? What have they done to show it?”
Teo leans against the wall, looking to his partner, shaking his head absentmindedly as though lost in thought.
“The world loves Beautiful people, Andre. When you’re born beautiful, everything just comes a little easier to you.”
“Pineapple Promenade are certainly an attractive pair, I don’t think anyone would dispute that.”
“Exactly. And when you’re beautiful? You live in a different world. No matter how many times you fail, no matter how many chances you squander, it never really matters. Because you’re just born better than everyone else.
Why wouldn’t people follow Vebbins’s instagram? Why wouldn’t people flood Nidrah’s inbox with likes?”
“I wouldn’t know, the only thing we post on the Genstagram are cake recipes and Q&A’s.”
“This is the world that Pineapple Promenade live in. They like saying that they’re for the people, they will gladly talk about how many fans and followers they have lapping at their heels. They’re the popular girls who will gladly step over the backs of everyone around them to put themselves on a pedestal.”
“And now we’ve been asked to finally knock them off of it once and for all!”
A smile creeps across Teo’s face, and though it bears all the resemblance of the wicked grin he’d don before driving a knee into the skull of an unlucky opponent...the faintest glimpse of sadness can be seen behind his eyes.
“I always knew it would come to this. Every time we fight these two I warn them. Start taking this seriously. Start backing up your words, prove that you actually care about the people beyond the attention they give you.
But it’s too late.
They’ve been given so many chances to prove us wrong. To show that they could be something more than a pair of in over their head amateurs who lucked their way into a tag team championship.
And I’ll be damned if they ever get another chance from me again.”
Jenson nods solemnly, a look of empathy on his face, but both Gent’s expressions give way to a determined but grim countenance.
“We can’t lose here. We have a world of people counting on us.”
“Even if it means we’re the one to send the name Pineapple Promenade to the archives of history.”
“We’ll bear that burden if that’s what it takes to keep fighting for those who believe in us.”
With that, the Gents slowly bring their fists together in a solemn fist bump as the camera fades.
“Well that spells it out right there, doesn’t it, Andre? More than tag team title gold, more than the tag team division, more than anything we could ever stand to gain...what matters most is that there are people counting on us.
People who look to the Gents for strength. People who look to us when there is nobody else there for them. So many people on this roster, in this tag division fight tooth and nail for themselves. But we have so many people to fight for.
And no matter how much it hurts me to say, I cannot stand across the ring from Pineapple Promenade and tell them that they are more important than that.”
“You know, Pineapple Promenade would say they’re fighting for the same people we’re fighting for.”
“Are they though? Are they really? Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure that’s what they think. They would look you right in the eye and tell you without hesitation that they are a tag team representing the people, fighting for the people, doing the very same things that we say.
And you know what? Fair enough...if you can prove it. Actions speak louder than words, no? And for every empty platitude they spout, for every meaningless claim that Pineapple Promenade actually give a damn about their fans? What have they done to prove it? What have they done to show it?”
Teo leans against the wall, looking to his partner, shaking his head absentmindedly as though lost in thought.
“The world loves Beautiful people, Andre. When you’re born beautiful, everything just comes a little easier to you.”
“Pineapple Promenade are certainly an attractive pair, I don’t think anyone would dispute that.”
“Exactly. And when you’re beautiful? You live in a different world. No matter how many times you fail, no matter how many chances you squander, it never really matters. Because you’re just born better than everyone else.
Why wouldn’t people follow Vebbins’s instagram? Why wouldn’t people flood Nidrah’s inbox with likes?”
“I wouldn’t know, the only thing we post on the Genstagram are cake recipes and Q&A’s.”
“This is the world that Pineapple Promenade live in. They like saying that they’re for the people, they will gladly talk about how many fans and followers they have lapping at their heels. They’re the popular girls who will gladly step over the backs of everyone around them to put themselves on a pedestal.”
“And now we’ve been asked to finally knock them off of it once and for all!”
A smile creeps across Teo’s face, and though it bears all the resemblance of the wicked grin he’d don before driving a knee into the skull of an unlucky opponent...the faintest glimpse of sadness can be seen behind his eyes.
“I always knew it would come to this. Every time we fight these two I warn them. Start taking this seriously. Start backing up your words, prove that you actually care about the people beyond the attention they give you.
But it’s too late.
They’ve been given so many chances to prove us wrong. To show that they could be something more than a pair of in over their head amateurs who lucked their way into a tag team championship.
And I’ll be damned if they ever get another chance from me again.”
Jenson nods solemnly, a look of empathy on his face, but both Gent’s expressions give way to a determined but grim countenance.
“We can’t lose here. We have a world of people counting on us.”
“Even if it means we’re the one to send the name Pineapple Promenade to the archives of history.”
“We’ll bear that burden if that’s what it takes to keep fighting for those who believe in us.”
With that, the Gents slowly bring their fists together in a solemn fist bump as the camera fades.