Post by The Executioner on May 1, 2018 15:45:08 GMT -5
"The Great War Wages On..." vs. The Outliers for the Battalion Championships By Viduus Morta and Aiden Deimos 2873 WORDS
APRIL 30TH, 2018 AD
DUBLIN, IRELAND
3:18 AM
“This bloody past suggests to us that enemies cease hostilities only when they are battered enough to acknowledge that there is no hope in victory.”
Footsteps approach in the rain, sloshing through the inch of water that now covers the ground. The drain that lays embedded into the ground on the corner working tirelessly to clear the standing water to no avail. Covering the utility hole is a newspaper, long discarded and forgotten, but now the only thing stopping the water to pass through the grates freely. The headline reads like a knife stabbing in the back of the country of which it now lives, “Forty-five Years Later: Bloody Sunday Still Stains Ireland's History Books.”
“Ireland’s history is one of blood and heartbreak. One of two sides trusting without any doubt that what they believe in is that of the right and the other wrong. In January of 1972, Ireland witnessed a bloody attack on its northern brothers. Blood stained the streets and broke the hearts of this country and the families that live within it alike. Fourteen perished, their lives extinguished by those sworn to protect them, sworn to fight for their rights and freedoms. You see, the British Army gathered at a peaceful protest to make sure things went the right way only to be the perpetrators of what to this day remains infamous.”
From the shadows, Aiden Deimos walking into view slowly makes his way over to a beautiful marble fountain. The words “Cuimhin Linn” engraved in the base of the fountain as an angel soars above the waters below, in its hand a pitcher, water flowing down and becoming one with the pool below once more.
“Cuimhin Linn, which translated from Irish Gaelic means ‘We Remember.’ Words that I know, to this day, echo through the minds of the families affected by this tragedy. I believe The Outliers know how they feel, being two outcasts cast from the lives of the successful, forced to claw and scratch their way into prominence. First in WARPED and now in Union Battleground, you sit the Undefeated, Undisputed Battalion Champions, destined for greatness. You see, while you were once different you have become just another cog in the machine, determined to keep everything moving in the same direction.”
Aiden dips his hand in the water, as he does the dirt that has been caked upon them slowly floats away. The cloud ever expanding until the once brown particles dissipate into nothingness. He watches as the water falls into the pond, causing the bottom pool of the fountain to ripple. He cups his hand and lifts it out of the water, letting it run down his face before speaking once more.
“Years ago you would have been a perfect addition to the chaos and change that we want to make. This possibility is the very reason that after Salvations’ previous failures to procure the Battalion Championships, we have sat by and allowed you to continue your reign unchallenged by us. But like the British army, you stuck your nose into something that had nothing to do with you. We wanted to send a message, peaceful to everyone else but one. To show you what could truly happen if you get in the way of progress if you get in the way of the Kingdom of Salvation. Sawtooth Grin...HEWHOCORRUPTS... you have become an enemy of our cause. A title such as “enemy” is something you do not desire for it only means certain destruction. It may take one week...two months...or ten years but we will end you and in the process bring forth a stronger Kingdom of Salvation to fill the void of your pathetic lives.”
He pauses the rain slowly falling onto his leather jacket, sliding down the back leaving a trail in the dirt-ridden hide that covers his shoulders and spine. His eyes seemed to glow. A fiery red color emits from his iris.
“Ireland was once apart of the United Kingdom under one flag, the British Empire. They fought alongside one another without pain, but persecution and oppression can only be taken for so long. Revolt after revolt, uprising after uprising, the Irish people fought against their English superiors. The British took away their language, their culture, and their lives but like Salvation, men that saw the light fought against what many believe was okay. They saw what the world could be, far beyond what the world was. They looked deep into the soul of every person and knew that the lives they were living were wrong, that they could be so much more.”
He shakes his head in disgust.
“You both have the potential to become name stays...more than you currently possess. The ability to transcend this broken facade you hide behind like cowards. Cowards afraid of taking the necessary steps to embrace the inevitable. For months you both sat idly by watching on as blood was shed, people were buried alive, and those were just people we liked. Imagine what horrors await you. If Salvation handcuffs and mutilates men that rise against us in defiance then what do you think we are going to do to you? What do you think will happen when Viduus and I step into the ring, look two cowards in the eyes who are trying to hitch a ride on our coattails, trying to cash in on the buzz that surrounds Salvation versus the World.”
The world around him has seemed to slow since his arrival. The clouds seem to have halted above him. Rain is falling on the pavement. A grin comes across his face at the thought of Salvation versus The world.
“But to us, this is more than the buzz, more than the cash that is to be made at the end. But for the cause, you stand across from us, yet we are the ones determined. Determined to send a message to the rest of the roster that nobody is safe. No longer will we let bystanders hide in the shadows. We will scour each corner for every member that stands opposed to us. Like those so long ago and like the Outliers on Sunday, we will line you up and one by one it will be decided. Decided if you are worthy to remain in our world, and we will measure not by your deeds, your rights, and your wrongs, but by what lies deep within, in your core does that true animalistic nature still reside. Roaring like a lion, begging to be released, released upon all that oppose us. Soon we will measure your worth, and I hope it lives up to the hype.”
He pauses slowly rising to his feet.
“Sawtooth and HWC, you both can be so much more. You can be more than just doped out, drugged up, skater trash. You can be the representation of humanity, for all of those that come after you. We see what this world can be. We see what together we can build, but only after it is burned to the ground because only with fresh eyes can you see true beauty. I once stood where you both stand. The undefeated champions, looking down upon the lowly challenger with a dream for the future. I laughed, I scoffed, only to find that it was in this change that I was able to find my true self. That only once I accepted that the world is an unfortunate and upsetting place.”
He takes a single step forward away from the fountain. His fingers interlocked as he places his hands in front of him. For the first time in a while in a while, we can see the scars on his bare chest. But a fresh cut has become apparent across his brow and eye, stopping midway down his cheek. This gash could be from many things, just a war token, but because of its freshness, one can justifiably assume that it is because of his failures on the battlefield. But this cut seems different, not as if it was inflicted by someone else but by his hand.
“Last week you said that we crossed the line. That we pushed you guys too far, that you were unable to see the destruction that we were going to do to Flash Kassidy. If that is the case, then I should warn you that you should stay out of Ireland, because you’re about to experience worse. You’re about to witness the end of your world, your reign, your careers. We will bring it all crashing down like a house of cards. You aren’t stepping across from egotistical maniacs like the Firing Squad, you are stepping into the ring with two men that don’t care about the championships that are being defended, but the message that we will be telling in that ring, the lives that we will be changing in that ring. The world we must restore to its natural glory.”
The word glory seemed to hang in the air for a moment as that is precisely what Viduus and Aiden were setting out to achieve at War of the Worlds. The rain subsided slightly becoming more of an annoying mist than a steady rainfall. The water from the fountain suddenly and mysteriously just stopped flowing as the whisper of the misty rain fell gently upon our ears. The footsteps of Viduus Morta and the Speaker, as he is known, echo through the mist as Aiden Deimos smirks and allows the Speaker to have center stage.
“No pipe will hum, nor battle drum sounds its tattoo for at War of the Worlds the Outliers will be laid to rest beneath the Irish sky.”
The Speaker utilizing some lyrics from the “Foggy Dew” as foreshadowing for the battle to come.
“Forty-five years and the blood of man must be spilled again, while the Battalion champions will make a spectacle of themselves running around the streets of Dublin followed by a flock of miserable fans only to regale them in the most boring fashion as they speak against Salvation. Perhaps they will fascinate you with their custom, childish paintball guns as they did at Coup de Grace. The nonsense, however, worked against the Firing Squad but don’t think that we did not notice the irony or what you did. Perhaps you could excite the masses with all night skateboarding again as you did in Tokyo. Perhaps you will use the Book of Deer as a metaphor to talk about Salvation and relate the religious traditions, but that one is highly doubtful as the ancient texts were far beyond your reading level.”
Aiden and Viduus both offer a slight smirk knowing that Salvation is superior to the Outliers especially when it comes to intelligence.
“Whatever it is you decide it will be nowhere near as laughable at your feeble attempts to discredit Aiden and Viduus. However, let me remind you that Viduus is a former 4CW extreme champion, now has defeated TWO 4CW Hall of Famers and is the current 4CW Pride Champion before you even try to wander down the path of comparing accomplishments. You may be the first Battalion champions, you may have defended them valiantly thus far, but you have NEVER met competitors like the two men behind me. You will sit there and paint yourselves in the light of the “good” guys as you verbally cut us down just as the British Alliance did to those 17 lost souls. We know the verbal shots you will take as you will just simply put your “greatest hits” on rerun and hope to skate by.”
The speaker glances back at Viduus.
“The Outliers ARE the Battalion division.”
A glance back at Aiden.
“First EVER Battalion champions.”
The Speaker smiles his devilish grin as he continues the narrative himself.
“You’ll call yourselves entertaining. You’ll refer to yourselves as champions at least five times. You will brag about being a well-oiled machine and that Aiden and Viduus are brand new to teaming. This is the problem fellas. You’re predictable, and your reign as champions has become stale. How many times did we need to be subjected to you versus the Firing Squad? What challenge was posed to you from anyone that you can truly claim as a marquee victory? Who? What have you done here that is noteworthy other than finding yourself in a company that has little to no talent challenging for the Battalion championships? At the end of the match you will know that this division has been changed forever and while you may be slightly more than a footnote in the Battleground history books, Salvation will be the main character.”
The rain started to pick up slightly now with big drops sporadically pelting the ground.
“Is it necessary to address you as individuals when it is the both of you who are to die in the battle divine with flames as your grave? Three successful title defenses and the two of you act as if you have conquered the world. Convince yourselves you’re better than us. Lie to yourselves that you have truly accomplished something as Battalion champions. Pervert your minds with thoughts of retaining your championships at War of the Worlds. When you have done all of this when you start to believe that you will win, check back in with reality and realize that Irish streets will be filled with blood again.”
The fountain provided background noise soon as The Speaker finished his sentence. It was unknown what made it stop and what could have made it start, but The Speaker was proven right. Blood was filling Irish streets again as a red liquid spouted from the fountain and overflowed out of the bottom pool. As the raindrops grew bigger and bigger, some of them appeared red as the splashed against the faces of all three men.
“Sunday, Bloody Sunday, part two on May 6 in Dublin at 3Arena. The land thirsts for your blood. Union Battleground grows tired of your recycled, gimmicky trash you put out each event. We don’t care how many times you can say the same phrase in unison, that won’t help you. Finish each other’s sentences like an old married couple who are just waiting for death to do them ‘part and hope that being so in tune to one another will help you against the likes of Viduus and Aiden. Soon you will realize that the two of you have experienced nothing in comparison to what you will at War of the Worlds.”
We are used to seeing strange, supernatural things happening when Salvation shows up. The three blood-drenched men stood there as the blood rain crashed down upon them making it seem as if they had dyed their skin and clothes in crimson.
“You can not move on to your future while still thinking in your past. You, Outliers are stuck in your past. Stuck on your past accomplishments. Stuck on your past defenses. You refuse to step out of what your comfort zones are as you continue to do the same thing and expect the same results but everyone knows that we must all evolve and adapt or be left behind. You, thus far, have shaped the Battalion division but you have made no progress. You have done nothing to make the Battalion division must see. With the titles in the hands of Salvation, the world will have no choice but to pay attention. The world will come for us while at this moment the world is content to leave you two be. The kingdom of Salvation will reign supreme over the Battleground all night long. While you push to be the best champions you can be you will tire...you push to be relevant, you push to be the best. You push to be THE face of this division. Viduus and Aiden? They are PULLED to the battalion division. They are PULLED to greatness. They are PULLED to the gold. Push requires willpower and willpower in you people will never last. Pull, however, won’t let Salvation fail. You will be donned in crimson at the end of the night but Salvation…”
The rain suddenly turns back to normal, everyday rain and washes the blood away from the three men causing a red pool to be formed beneath their feet.
“Salvation will have cleansed the Battalion championships of its short, putrid, boring history. Salvation will usher in a new era that begins and ends with us.”
The Outliers have been the face of the Battalion division since its inception, but Salvation has dominated Union Battleground since Viduus and Aiden have joined in. Salvation is built to win at War of the Worlds, and it is evident that nothing will stand in their way. Can the Outliers prove to be the worthy champions they say they are? Or will Salvation gain control of more titles as the Great War rages on? The only guarantee is that Viduus Morta and Aiden Deimos are coming for those battalion championships looking to drench them in the Outlier’s blood.
Post by The Outliers on May 1, 2018 22:48:27 GMT -5
TAG TEAM RELIGION
MAY 1
CHRIST CHURCH CATHEDRAL
DUBLIN
Dusk has fallen hard in Dublin. The bellowing winds tear through the trees, and as light desperately tries to break through the passing fog, the moon stutters like film stuck in a projector. Through the afterglow, The Outliers approach a bench positioned between stone columns, and sit discreetly shoulder to shoulder; the intricate one thousand year old gothic structure looming overhead just behind them.
Hewhocorrupts casually pulls a doobie from his pocket and strikes a match off the griptape of his skateboard. After passing it to Grin and slowly exhaling.
CORRUPTS: This is the last of the four-twenty stash. The one that got away.. Speaking of the one who got away, looks like we made it out of London alive, partner. Go figure.
Holding the spliff up eye level, Sawtooth flicks the ash into the wind.
GRIN: Yup. We walked outta there unfazed with our hands raised.. although not entirely unscathed.
The duo give each other an ocular pat down, pointing out all the bumps and bruises received in the Royal Albert Hall skirmish.
CORRUPTS: I'll give you that. For those of you who missed the last show, allow us to explain. See, we've never been low-key about our love of good buds. And during L!GHTS OUT "Four-Twenty-Two", that love reached some dizzying new heights. It's obvious by now that we're pretty avid proponents of the miraculous plant that has the power to heal the sick, calm the afflicted, inspire the creative, and usher in a golden age of people not being such dicks all the time. It's been a limitless source of joy and comfort to us for many years. We've come to think of it as a basic staple of life--same as food, water and shelter--and millions of people around the world agree with us. Unfortunately, the UK doesn't seem to share the same outlook. Lucky for us, and for all of those in attendance that night, The OUTLAW-ERS don't give a shit how they see it. And as a general rule, we don't listen to old white men telling us what to do. Since day one we've been told not to cross a certain line, but that's never stopped us from trying.. and it never will.
GRIN: Never gonna get high if you're afraid of comin' down.
Sawtooth covers his mouth as he chuckles and coughs.
CORRUPTS: Trust. Now I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone, but honestly, they've always worked for us! So why not bring some of those glad tidings to the Battleground? Spread the good word.. However
with an uptight, arrogant and insufferably over-enunciated delivery..
CORRUPTS: .."Marijuana" has been completely illegal in the UK since 1971 and using it comes with some pretty hefty consequences. I think you know where this is goin'.. yes, yes, y'all.. The Outliers were arrested and detained by law enforcement in London. Apparently our little performance caught the attention of more than just wrestling fans, and after hookin' everyone up with a generous portion of party favors that night, the feds took us in for questioning. Now we realize the advisability of throwing out "illegal drugs" to a crowd of people at a live event falls somewhere between giving yourself a haircut with an X-acto knife and pointing a black water pistol at a nervous cop. We know this.. but, hey.. you had fun, right? I know we sure did. Of course the police didn't. They spent hours investigating the footage but ultimately found it impossible to quantify how many laws we actually violated. [Laughing] So in the end, we spent a day in one of London's finest dungeons and walked away with a slap on the wrist.
GRIN: A slap on the wrist?! You're helping me pay that fine.
CORRUPTS: Of course I am! I'm always gonna be there to clean up the mess. You didn't think I was gonna come for the high and not stick around for the withdrawal, did you? Of course not. Good buds stick together, every step of the way. So you can be damn sure I'll be in your corner when you battle your way to yet another Fight of the Night bonus in Caged Glory. Problem solved.
Rolling his skateboard beneath his feet from left to right, Crupts stretches his arms out behind him, resting them on the bench back support.
CORRUPTS: But right now, let's turn our attention to our current "problem." Viduus and Deimos.
GRIN: How about this Deimos character?! What a riot.
Sawtooth sighs and drops his head, shaking it back and forth.
GRIN: SIT THE FUCK DOWN, BOYOOOO! You just fuckin' got here! And I assure you, masquerading behind a dick-skin mask doesn't fuckin' count. You been a boil on UB's ass since the beginning of the season with your predictable, uninspired Executioner gag -- catching people off guard with blind attacks and numerous interferences. Your cowardice on full display, no doubt. And where did you focus your efforts when you got here?! What waves were initiated for your big, bad debut?! NONE. You started with a bottom feeder like Vachon, splashin' in the kiddie pool. If you meant business you woulda come after a top guy. Instead you chose a snot-nosed kid that has no stake in anything. Congratu-fucking-lations, bud. Good on you.
The team look at one another and start clapping wildly, the sound echoes through the empty grounds.
GRIN: 'Cause that's all you've got, that's all you've done. I don't give a fuck about what defunct companies you've worked for, what titles you've held. This is UB -- OUR spot. And from where we're standin', anything your name's been attached to so far has been a fuckin' mess. You couldn't get passed Daniel's in Italy, debuting yet ANOTHER member, only to have the match thrown out. And Kassidy stomped you straight up and down. So just keep playin' to your level, lackey.. that's why you're not on ours.
CORRUPTS: I also recall you spoutin' some ignorant ass shit before our encounter across the pond too, no? Something about Salvation being the REAL threat in the Battalion division? How ya figure? None of you were even on our radar before a couple weeks ago -- mainly due to the fact that you're not established and came together overnight -- YOU TURTLEDICKS AIN'T EVEN A LEGIT TAG TEAM!
Laughing obnoxiously.
GRIN: You're wayyyy too sure of yourself, buster. And you're gonna conquer us? Dismantle us? You're gonna destroy The Outliers? Sure as shit ain't how it went down in England. So how ya gonna manage dustin' the best team out here when you haven't even had a fucking tag match together?!
CORRUPTS: YEAH!! ANSWER ME THAT, VIDUUS!?! Mr. "I'm too much of a skid mark to talk for myself."
GRIN: Your brother's a dumb fuck, Viduus. And for an appointed mouth piece, he's not very good at it. Officially the Mike Svarro of Salvation -- insufferable and underwhelming.
CORRUPTS: Not to mention, you got him painted up like a dead whore, and you didn't even have the common decency to give him a name? The best you gaggle of turds could come up with is "SPEAKER"? Literally the weakest shit I've ever heard in my life. He's your brother for christ's sake! Obviously all that time spent playing Dungeons and Dragons didn't actually prepare him for the WRESTLING world. Fucking pretenders.. the lot of you. You build up a world of magic 'cause your real life is straight tragic.
CORRUPTS: Anywhoodles, EVERYBODY in Salvation's ranks are delusional, I think it goes without sayin', but you two throwbacks in human evolution are a reeaall piece of work. And the sheer amount of arrogance shared between ya is as astounding as it is appalling. That's all good, though.. there's no high like the one we get from obliterating overconfident and underqualified sycophants like yourselves.
GRIN: And that's exactly what you are: the fall guys, the patsies. You think you're an integral part of a brotherhood? A brotherhood suggests equality.. you're just weak-willed, feeble-minded meat shields that Nemesis uses to insulate himself from any REAL threat. Expendable assets.. cannon fodder. Path of Salvation? He's led you down the path of perpetual torment.. stumbling down ever more painful roads to reach an ever more elusive, ultimate prize: a "kingdom" that may never come. He's building his "empire" off your backs.. off the sweat of your balls.. and you're so pathetically obedient that the only thing you can do is bend the knee and kiss the whip hand.
CORRUPTS: We're ever so thankful that you're brave, but you'll be served up on our table just the same.
GRIN: What else did you say before our first run in together? That we're "buying into our own hype?" We're an undefeated tag team with an indestructible spirit, you pseudo-intellectual, smug fucks! What's not to get behind?! The hype is real, trust us, WE'RE ALL IN! And we've far surpassed those who tip toe around effort and hard work.. complacent fuckers who never push themselves beyond their comfort zone.. who clearly aren't interested in paying dues and think they can bypass the trials and tribulations of earning their spot at the top. That's why we're here, why our fans love us and workers respect us.. that's why the swagger is justified. There's not a duo in ANY of the Battleground Network promotions that have been able to do what we've done. Out of the seven, we've held championships in three, and two currently. Can your Capitán claim some shit like that? Can any of the dozen members in Salvation, past or present?!
Far from amused, Grin spits the roach from his lips, taking on a heavier tone.
GRIN: But we're paper champions?? Nah, fuck nah. You're stretchin', holmes. You're stretchin' real hard.
CORRUPTS: ..AND THESE ARE NEM'S BEST GUY'S!?? The ones that are gonna come take everything we've worked for in on fell swoop? I don't fuckin' think so.
Looking high and low with their hands in the air.
GRIN: Look, fellas.. you can continue to downplay and minimize us 'til you three are blue in the face for all we care, that usually signals an easy days work for us anyway, but it's SO predictable. Almost as predictable as the look on your faces when the dust finally settles -- gonna be some Kodak shit, too. You can keep on and on about being an unstoppable wrecking crew -- just know that no ones buyin' it. Not now, not ever. Everything you and your people have done in this company so far has made you all look amateur as fuck. Y'all been tryin' to tear UB down all this time and what've you really got to show for it? Run-ins and Botched performances? A plethora of dead members? Preoccupied with internal strife to make any type of serious headway. 'Cause I can tell ya right now, the only 'cleansing' that's been goin' on has been within your factions wavering borders. So, while you've been engrossed in menial busy work -- we've remained steadfast at the top, holdin' it down like the bosses we've proven ourselves to be.
CORRUPTS: We're always on a mission to be better than our former selves. We know we're only as good as our last match so we don't get caught up in our own success.. we don't get lost in victory just like we don't get lost in defeat. We keep moving forward, trying to reach that higher ground.. that next level. This isn't about belts.. all we care about is putting on the best performance. When it's moment of truth time, when it's anything goes, last man standing.. can our skills, our strategy, our heart, our passion outshine the duo directly across from us? As long as we maintain that mentality, we're golden.
GRIN: That's why War of the Worlds is gonna be so much fun! We're gonna confirm the suspicions of every fan that's been watching this past year, bring to light what the wrestling community at large already knew -- that you, Viduus and Deimos, along with the rest of Salvation are nothing more than a bunch of bumbling, spineless, co-signing conformists.
GRIN: Another ego driven team that's done fuck all to warrant the opportunity they're being handed, and just like The Firing Squad, they're begging to be humbled. Let's just hope you don't cry and quit like they did afterward.
CORRUPTS: Egos indeed. No wonder Salvation thinks we're starting to cast too long of a shadow around here. All this jabber about "hype" and "the spotlight." Maybe they're feeling threatened, worried we'll drive 'em into even deeper and darker corners.. Curb that bullshit, 'cause you're starting to sound like someone who's afraid we'll take it.
CORRUPTS: Now you boys might wanna hold hands 'cause this might come as a bit of a shocker.. but you're too late. We already have the spotlight. It follows us wherever we go.. you can't hide the daylight from the sun, c'mon bud, you know that. From the smallest legions to the biggest stadiums, our presence dominates the scene. It's no secret that we're two of the most captivating and joyfully violent things to watch in the company. We're also one of the most targeted teams in the industry. We generate a spark like no other. We're an asset to this promotion; an attraction. You guys are just a distraction, cutting everyone down around you 'cause you can't stand tall on your own two feet.
GRIN: And that's what you are to us, a fucking distraction. The whole cloak and dagger routine.. trying to distract anyone from noticing your utter lack of ability only brings more attention to it.. Our eyes are open. We see right through your thinly veiled attempts to seem competent and it only makes you look weaker.. And best believe you won't be able to hide those weaknesses from us in the ring. Show us any hint of frailty.. give us one taste of vulnerability.. and we're like a lion who's tasted man for the first time. Let that thought SINK in.. 'cause the jigs up. All your propaganda and empty rhetoric ad nauseam.. we got news for ya, talk without works is dead. You can spin it and sell it all you want, but if you don't back it up.. if you don't walk your talk.. no one's gonna buy a goddamn thing you say.
CORRUPTS: You guys are like modern day versions of the Great and Powerful Oz; repeating your self-created legends until they loom in people's minds like phantoms, that is until we come along and rip away the curtain to reveal panicked little people desperately yanking levers. So what's gonna happen when your mythology is suddenly and violently flipped on it's head? When everyone sees through the smoke and mirrors.. when it becomes painfully clear that y'all are just a bunch of bullshit artists whose main targets of deception are themselves. Good luck rebuilding your "kingdom" after we tear it down and grind the last remaining pieces of it's fragile foundation into powder.
zipping his bomber jacket..
CORRUPTS: And that's no empty promise.. everyone is WELL well aware of how dangerous we are. Like we've said before, it's kinda our calling card at this point. There's no one else like us, we're wholly unique. Unpredictable, unorthodox, unconventional. Uncommon amongst uncommon people; a new element on the periodic table of weird. Born scrappers who are certifiably batshit. That's why most "teams" we square off against don't resemble anything close to what we'd consider a cohesive unit, not one bit, especially after we get done with 'em. They just don't stack up. That's because, like you, they've never really been tested. Rest assured, we're gonna challenge every aspect of your game with no restraint. We pull no punches, and we never let up. It's our stock-in-trade. And judging by how DISJOINTED we made you guys look in London, I'd say you're familiar with it first hand. You probably weren't too thrilled with our little PUFF Fiction routine seein' how we had you boys ALL fucked up and I'm not talkin' that good kind.. maybe it's just another good reason for a couple of pent up tykes like yourselves to loosen up. Don't be a..
He draws a square with his hands. Dotted lines appear on screen, forming a box. The lines disperse.
CORRUPTS: ..daddy-o's.
GRIN: But this time we're gonna give you The Outliers few have seen. The ones that come right at you instead of all that back-stabby bullshit. Not that we're above it, fuck no. We just prefer to see the look on your faces as the last light drains from your eyes.. so you know it was us who cut the cord. Our style is built for collision; we're made to outlast. So, naturally our instinct is to create a car crash and be the only ones that walk away. Like we said we're born to battle and we only get sharper as the fight goes on.
GRIN: Not only are we legit crazy--like trash hotel room crazy, fight King Kong crazy--but we fight without hesitation or fear. Do you want a hard-nosed, smash mouth beatdown or complete finesse and strategic offense? We do it all. No one can figure us out because they get a different animal each and every time. The game plan shifts, opponent after opponent, match after match. Even during the match.. even between tags. The Outliers are the best tag team in the world, ask around. We're the most underappreciated team working today. Watch us, study us, appreciate what we give to this business: it's tag team wrestling religion. We are the elite among the elite. We've laid waste to every team put in front of us and not only that, we make them look like they don't even belong in a wrestling ring. You're all so far behind the curve when it comes to The Holy Terrors and the improvements we make night in and night out.. it's no wonder we have more fun, kick more ass, and look so much better doin' it.
CORRUPTS: We've achieved too much, sacrificed too much and survived too much for the ride to end here. We've lashed ourselves to the bow of the ship, seen through the storms and have been ordained as certified shit-kickers. And up to now, it's lead to the systematic dismantling of everyone and everything put in our path. We ruin teams and leave nothing in our wake. And we fully intend to chop you down and piece you up 'til you can't be broken down any further. And all that's left unbroken by our savagery will be fed to the void.. no trace. Now for you that's obviously bad for business, but thrashin' bootlickers is our business. And I must say, business is good.
