Response to Skull

[Backyard Brawler//Proeliator]

The screen fades from black to a scene in a bar in Philadelphia, not too far from the Alhambra Arena, but enough to keep him separate from the action tonight. The camera cuts to a table in the corner where the Proeliator is sitting, dismissing a waitress as she places another shot of whiskey in front of him.

Pro:~ So here we are in the land of extreme, where the birth of what would become the fastest rising promotion in North America occurred, when arguably their greatest champion threw away the NWA championship in 1994, but that was then, and this is now. Tonight I'm participating in my own version of extreme, as I was not booked tonight on GHW Live.

The Dark Warrior grabs his glass, slams it down and signals for another as he stares back directly into the camera.

Pro:~ Last week I had a match with Skull, a match unlike any I had ever had, because I have never been in a match without a conclusive ending. We both took it to each other and then the referee decided the fight for us. I don't know about you, but I could have eventually gotten back up without the assistance they provided. We both took each other to places we have never gone before, and for that, I respect you. Without honor, there is no true victory.

After this has been said the waitress comes by and the Proeliator orders 2 more shots and sends the young lady on her way.

Pro~ I also saw that you wanted a chance to bring this to an ending, as you never got that little head of yours off. You consider last week a loss, I consider it a beginning. A beginning to something far greater than either of us could imagine. I don't believe our paths crossed and were denied a conclusion by coincidence, but by fate.

The server returns with the shots in hand and the Proeliator takes one, placing it before him and handing the second to someone off screen, to which he tips his glass and takes his drink.

Pro~ So to this, I deem a proposal. Neither of us could compete any longer, however if we had one person with whom we could entitle our behalf to continue when we couldn't, you may have that shrunken head on your necklace. What I am actually proposing, is a tag team match, each man picks his own partner, Red, White and Bruised, I already have mine.

The Pro looks over to his right, but the camera stays still.

TBC: you know who

[Metal Dragon]

A hand grasps The Pro's shoulder before its owner moves in toward him. The camera shifts to the right slightly, revealing a surprising selection in the Man of Golden Words. Already visibly buzzed, MD looks at the camera and begins speaking.

MD: "Who else did you expect? I'm an accomplished tag team Fighty fighty person and a meeting of styles just... makes... sense. Two technical badasses with a meeting of the minds, only thought on our minds is taking names and restoring some goddamn dignity to the tag division. Skull, we've only met once and it was in NeXuS a year ago. I have nothing but respect for you, even though you've openly admitted to being an Asshatter before. There will be no Coffin Cruisin' when we meet, there will just be bodies getting thrown by various suplexes, arms being snapped, and our music playing after the smoke clears and the victor takes the spoils."

Dragon places the shot glass on the the table that his newest tag team partner sits at, then continues.

"But why Proeliator... Why do we gotta wait until Red, White, and Bruised? See, there's another little issue that I have to deal with. I don't reallly care who Skull picks and I don't have any personal beef with him, but it'll be a hell of a match and you can go ahead and resolve your feud. After that is something more personal to me... the GHW Tag Team Championships. Helping Jaggeroth capture that title and being affiliated with that piece of crap is something I REGRET. I was greedy for gold and aligned with someone who has put a lot of people, my damn good friend Wolverina included, through hell just for his own pleasure. Now you've got two people who are sicker than I could be if I TRIED... Jaggeroth and Chris Pyro... they're going crazy. I put the Time Killer on that pedestal; I made his return to GHW a successful one, now I feel it's my duty to throw him off that pedestal and put him in his place with the other psychotic rejects that have plagued wrestling in the past two years. Where is Nicholas Carson? Where is Demon? Where is TPK? Hell, where is Vladimir Strife? They're on the trash heap of history because people stood up to tyranny, whether or not it took something personal to set them off, and now they're sitting at home eating fucking Ding Dongs and lamenting irreversible mistakes. Jaggeroth and Chris Pyro, rape, murder... It's just a shot away in most cases, but you've crossed that line plenty of times and it's far overdue for someone to step up to the plate and take you two out for good!"

Proeliator stands up and motions to someone off-screen. A waitress comes into view with two shot glasses, hand

Pro: "Here's to a kickass tag team. Here's to snatching up the tag titles and taking this division into another gear. Here's to Highway Robbery."

"Highway Robbery? I'll drink to that."

The shot glasses turn up and liquor is ingested by the two new friends, who both let out an "Ah," from the bite of their drinks before the camera feed switches to the next segment of the show.

End of Thread

[ultraviolent]

Well, I didn't see that one coming. XD
But it's nice to see this going somewhere. Karma, Pro.

[Jaggeroth]

I look forward to adding your bodies to the top of the pile.