Post by Dominik Santiago on Jul 5, 2011 17:13:24 GMT -5
The scene opens with Shawn Dreamer and Kahlan stand outside the lockeroom of Dominik Santiago. Shawn has his Tag Team Championship draped across his shoulder, while Clarkson has changed her attire since competing in her match against Ollie Jay. She shoots a look at Shawn before knocking on the door. She gets no answer. From that point she invites herself in, with Dreamer following suit. The two see Dominik seated with his half of the tag titles resting in his lap. Kahlan doesn't even speak, just gazing at the Assassin as he sits in his trance, body completely still as his eyes gaze forward, burning holes through the wall. As the door shuts, Shawn steps forward, sitting his championship down on a wooden bench.
Shawn: "Hey man, you know our match is coming up soon. We've gotta take on Ryan Hughes and TPK. Think we should get ready you know, talk strategy and whatever."
The Assassin cups his hands underneath his chin, before taking a sigh, not even acknowledging Dreamer's existence.
"Dom..."
The eyes of the Californian dart from the wall and shoot over to Kahlan who leans on the door, arms folded, blue hair resting down her head.
Dominik: "What do you think K?"
Kahlan and Dreamer exchange looks of confusion before shrugs and answers.
Kahlan: "I guess its pretty self explanatory. We need to keep the titles in our camp. Ryan and TPK should be-"
"I mean against Carson. Do you think I can beat him?"
Dreamer sighs, the very mention of Carson's name frustrating him, especially due to their encounter a mere week ago. However his eyebrows suddenly become cocked, seemingly interested in Kahlan's answer himself. The woman in the center of the madness, she laughs to herself.
"I think you've been hitting too much grass. That's what I think."
"So that's a no."
"That's not what I'm saying."
"Then what are you saying? Because the way you've been talking, the way you've been flaunting, intimates just that. Few people bet against me Kahlan, and you have no hesitation in putting your chips in Carson's pot. Its cute. Adorable even, the fact that you think Nick would even hand over the belt if he in facts does the unthinkable. Even more so, that you think you can control him. Its very interesting. When we joined forces-"
"We decided this was a partnership, and not an ownership. The Cut-Squad and Dominik Santiago working together to get what we want."
Santiago tosses the championship aside, standing on his two feet, face changing into a scowl, either angry from being interrupted, or angry at the bit of truth in Kahlan's answer.
"Listen, we've got bigger fish to fry Dom. We've got plenty of time to talk about this, right now, we've got to worry about keeping our belts."
"That we wouldn't be defending had you not have gotten pinned by TPK."
"Hey man, maybe if you would have had my back, it wouldn't have happened."
"Maybe if you weren't sniffing Kahlan's ass like a dog, you would have been more focused."
"That was uncalled for Dom."
"You know what's uncalled for, having your ally stab you in the back. How do I know you won't screw me over at Red, White, and Bruised, and help Carson win?"
"I helped you out last week didn't I? Or did your forget?"
"I had the match well in control."
"Was that before or after Ollie Jay was about to pin you 1-2-3?"
Dom advances forward, tension having reached its boiling point. Before he can do something drastic, something he might regret, Shawn steps in between him, holding him back, while shooting Kahlan a look to calm down. Dominik turns his back, walking away as he marches back to his seat. After sitting back down, he grabs his championship bringing it his face, staring at the centerpiece. Shaking her head, Kahlan looks to exit the room. Before she can, Shawn places a hand on her shoulder, preventing her from storming out.
"Hey, hey, hey look. Alright, we've all said somethings we wished we didn't. We're all a little emotional right now, on edge right now and that's for good reason. We've got the Tag Titles on the line against against two tough opponents, and we're right around the corner from one of the biggest PPV's of the year. But don't you guys think this is what everybody wants? Us fighting one another, at each other's throats? We're playing right into Carson's hands, Hayden's hands, MD's hands, and everyone else we've set out to eliminate."
"Everything we've accomplished these few months will mean nothing if we allow our emotions and egos to destroy us when we're so close to achieving our goals. I don't know about you guys, but I know that we're on the cusp of something great here, something historic, and I'm not about to lose all that. Not here, not tonight. So everybody get your panties unbunch, swallow some pride, and lets act like the team that we are."
Kahlan turns back, looking at Shawn before shooting a stare at Santiago. The Lord of the Flies rises from his seat, plodding toward Dreamer. The Tag Team Champions stare face to face before Shawn extends his fist.
"Come on bro, lets bring it in."
As Dom continues to stare at Shawn, Kahlan steps forward, planting her fist beside Shawn's. As the Cut-Squad stand united, they await Dom's move. After a brief moment, Santiago cracks a smile before placing his fist in. The three members of Legion suddenly break, all three superstars now cracking smiles and laughs.
"Okay Malcolm X."
Yeah Shawn, who would have thought you were our voice of reason?
"Hey, shit happens am I right?"
Alright listen, lets handle business tonight. Ryan's definitely rusty, TPK probably hasn't fully recovered from that Hardcore Match with Dragon last week either. We've got all the momentum. We can take them, no problem.
"So lets kick some ass, then come back here and celebrate the only way we know how."
"With champagne and cheap strippers?"
NO... WITH TEA!!!
End of Thread
Shawn: "Hey man, you know our match is coming up soon. We've gotta take on Ryan Hughes and TPK. Think we should get ready you know, talk strategy and whatever."
The Assassin cups his hands underneath his chin, before taking a sigh, not even acknowledging Dreamer's existence.
"Dom..."
The eyes of the Californian dart from the wall and shoot over to Kahlan who leans on the door, arms folded, blue hair resting down her head.
Dominik: "What do you think K?"
Kahlan and Dreamer exchange looks of confusion before shrugs and answers.
Kahlan: "I guess its pretty self explanatory. We need to keep the titles in our camp. Ryan and TPK should be-"
"I mean against Carson. Do you think I can beat him?"
Dreamer sighs, the very mention of Carson's name frustrating him, especially due to their encounter a mere week ago. However his eyebrows suddenly become cocked, seemingly interested in Kahlan's answer himself. The woman in the center of the madness, she laughs to herself.
"I think you've been hitting too much grass. That's what I think."
"So that's a no."
"That's not what I'm saying."
"Then what are you saying? Because the way you've been talking, the way you've been flaunting, intimates just that. Few people bet against me Kahlan, and you have no hesitation in putting your chips in Carson's pot. Its cute. Adorable even, the fact that you think Nick would even hand over the belt if he in facts does the unthinkable. Even more so, that you think you can control him. Its very interesting. When we joined forces-"
"We decided this was a partnership, and not an ownership. The Cut-Squad and Dominik Santiago working together to get what we want."
Santiago tosses the championship aside, standing on his two feet, face changing into a scowl, either angry from being interrupted, or angry at the bit of truth in Kahlan's answer.
"Listen, we've got bigger fish to fry Dom. We've got plenty of time to talk about this, right now, we've got to worry about keeping our belts."
"That we wouldn't be defending had you not have gotten pinned by TPK."
"Hey man, maybe if you would have had my back, it wouldn't have happened."
"Maybe if you weren't sniffing Kahlan's ass like a dog, you would have been more focused."
"That was uncalled for Dom."
"You know what's uncalled for, having your ally stab you in the back. How do I know you won't screw me over at Red, White, and Bruised, and help Carson win?"
"I helped you out last week didn't I? Or did your forget?"
"I had the match well in control."
"Was that before or after Ollie Jay was about to pin you 1-2-3?"
Dom advances forward, tension having reached its boiling point. Before he can do something drastic, something he might regret, Shawn steps in between him, holding him back, while shooting Kahlan a look to calm down. Dominik turns his back, walking away as he marches back to his seat. After sitting back down, he grabs his championship bringing it his face, staring at the centerpiece. Shaking her head, Kahlan looks to exit the room. Before she can, Shawn places a hand on her shoulder, preventing her from storming out.
"Hey, hey, hey look. Alright, we've all said somethings we wished we didn't. We're all a little emotional right now, on edge right now and that's for good reason. We've got the Tag Titles on the line against against two tough opponents, and we're right around the corner from one of the biggest PPV's of the year. But don't you guys think this is what everybody wants? Us fighting one another, at each other's throats? We're playing right into Carson's hands, Hayden's hands, MD's hands, and everyone else we've set out to eliminate."
"Everything we've accomplished these few months will mean nothing if we allow our emotions and egos to destroy us when we're so close to achieving our goals. I don't know about you guys, but I know that we're on the cusp of something great here, something historic, and I'm not about to lose all that. Not here, not tonight. So everybody get your panties unbunch, swallow some pride, and lets act like the team that we are."
Kahlan turns back, looking at Shawn before shooting a stare at Santiago. The Lord of the Flies rises from his seat, plodding toward Dreamer. The Tag Team Champions stare face to face before Shawn extends his fist.
"Come on bro, lets bring it in."
As Dom continues to stare at Shawn, Kahlan steps forward, planting her fist beside Shawn's. As the Cut-Squad stand united, they await Dom's move. After a brief moment, Santiago cracks a smile before placing his fist in. The three members of Legion suddenly break, all three superstars now cracking smiles and laughs.
"Okay Malcolm X."
Yeah Shawn, who would have thought you were our voice of reason?
"Hey, shit happens am I right?"
Alright listen, lets handle business tonight. Ryan's definitely rusty, TPK probably hasn't fully recovered from that Hardcore Match with Dragon last week either. We've got all the momentum. We can take them, no problem.
"So lets kick some ass, then come back here and celebrate the only way we know how."
"With champagne and cheap strippers?"
NO... WITH TEA!!!
End of Thread
