Post by Dakota Smith on Mar 30, 2019 1:15:19 GMT -5
The atmosphere was humid, while it wasn't overly hot - there was a thick stickiness to the Indianapolis air that came with spring. The sun was almost completely out, with just a few clouds here and there, muddling it only ever so slightly. As the scene starts to become more clear you can see that you are the Indianapolis motor speedway. This is where we find Jay Sinclair and Flash Kassidy, both posted in the middle of the racetrack - relaxing back in a few lawn chairs. Flash has his shirt off, with his signature glasses covering up his eyes, while Jay had his 2HK cap pulled down over his eyes. The two looked as if they were sleeping, but that is when the rumbling began. It was subtle at first, just a very low vibration that began to escalate. The steel cage that wrapped around the race track began to shake at a rather violent pace as Formula 1 race cars begin to zoom past Jay and Flash. The engines roared as they all but blinked by the two men, who didn’t even seem to notice.
As the last car zipped by, Flash showed a sign of movement, stretching his arms out above his head before lowering his glasses slightly and looking around. His eyes as always are bloodshot, noticeable so as they meet up with the camera. A wide, almost faded grin grows of Flash’s lips as he reaches out and slaps Jay’s chest. Jay perks up a bit, looking around a bit confused before chuckling. He then reaches down next to him and brings up a bottle of E&J, pressing it against his lips as he takes a swig.
“ Jay boy! It’s fuckin’ time my dude. Time to tell all these ma’ fuckas just what the plan is. Why we out here! Why we gonna’ be the best damn thing ta’ hit Union Battleground since Nemesis went and got fucked. “
Flash reaches down to the side of his lawn chair and grabs the bong that was placed next to it. He fumbles around in his pockets for a few moments before lighting the long glass water pipe up - smoke swirling up the glass tube. Flash pulls the slide and takes a rather huge rip from the bong, holding it in his lungs for a few seconds before blowing the smoke at the camera. He then lays back in the chair, but only for a split second before kipping up and planting his feet on the ground. He readjusts his black gold studded belt that’s helping keep up his cigarette burned white skinny jeans before looking back into the camera.
“ Neo Tokyo, two lil birdies actin’ like this a game, playin’ a role, doin that fairytale shit over and over again. Should I be surprised? Nawh, I mean we gots a fuckin’ mummy runnin’ around. Might as well have some futuristic cyberpunk floozies struttin’ around actin’ like they hot shit. Like they really got them gears burnin’ in they bodies. But they been around the block I suppose, been taggin’ fo a bit now. Ain’t that right? Some might think that me’n’my big bro here, ain’t got the connection. We ain’t worked together fo’ nearly long enough to make it out of this match with the W, let alone take the whole damn thing at War of the Worlds. But we ain’t give two fucks what any of them Fat Saul rejects gots to say. Don’t care fo’ no critics, no rumor sites - talkin’ out they ass like they ever been inside that motha fuckin’ ring! Because experience, experience don’t always mean something. Tell em’ Jay. “
Jay, looking more comfortable than any rightful person should in a lawn chair, especially with his height, folds his hands behind his head and nods.
“What the homie means, is that Neo is doing what I'm doing now. Teams like ya'll, your experience makes you comfy as fuck. You wanna underestimate the chemistry between these fine stallions ya watching right now. Ya gonna get overconfident, thinkin’ it's a done deal situation. But lemme remind you of something… Flash has that Union rep on lock, and the first title I ever won in this business was a tag team title. We have that bond that doesn't need years of ring work to harness. That vibe is what brings us success. We always on our best win shit, and War of the Worlds? Well shit, there isn't one team in this bitch who is war ready like we are. We bring the war, redefine the war, and win it all.”
Jay quickly looks over his shoulder, laughing at some stereotypical rednecks that walk by with beers in their hand along the outside of the cage. He then sits up and looks over to Flash.
“And remember, the more you have tagged, the more you have developed being a well oiled machine. But, when that bitch gets too many miles on it, it's gonna start developing real probs. We gonna be the ones who diagnose and tow that shit away. Send Neo Tokyo off to the garage for repairs while we keep on the road to the finish. What everyone fails to see, is that this entire tournament is in our hands. We decide everything, and anytime you get before facing us is just borrowed. But, we comin’ to collect.”
The rumbling of the cars start to vibrate the ground in which Flash stands on, he looks to the oncoming car and smiles as they whiz past Jay and himself. Flash reaches his arm out as if trying to touch one of them but just nearly misses. The lack of care in his demeanor said it all as he spun around to face the camera, his hair twirling almost like that of a skirt as he does so.
“Collectin’ that’s what we does! We come into that ring, and we get what we is owe’d every single got damn time. Even now these little punk asses still cheer me! They still wanna’ get behind ol’ Flash ma’ fuckin’ Kassidy. Why? Because I set a blaze inside them like none of these otha’ bust downs could ever hope ta! But what that got to do with you Iota Psi and Brooklyn Light? It’s because the two of you just want these fan’s respect so damn bad! You want they love, they admiration! But i’mma let you two lil slits in on an insider tip, somethin’ I learned from bein around the bush a few times, payin’ my dues here in Union. “
Flash gets real close to the camera, as you can hear Jay slightly giggle in the background, in the most rough manly way possible.
Flash all but spits on the camera as he obnoxiously chuckles at himself. The 2 High superfly takes a few steps backwards, his head bobbin’ to a song that only he hears, a smirk growing across his lips as he runs his hand down his rather shaggy beard. Taking a few more steps backwards, Flash gracefully falls into his chair, smacking Jay’s chest as he goes down. Clowning over Flash’s statement, Jay composes himself with a big ass smile, looking to Flash and shaking his head.
“Fuck em all, basically. Yeah, they sit in the seats and buy shit, but we the ones bringin’ em in. We wipe our sacks with admiration and love. This is a business, you want that spotlight you better be ready for some hate. We keep it simple… pussy, money, weed, celebratory Henny and a whole lotta victory. For me, it's just the first impression, and one that's gonna stick to you like a VD. Walking around thinkin it's all good, then BAM, that Jay itch hits ya and you realize who controls what you do.”
Jay mockingly acts like he is scratching himself for a brief moment.
“And on the real, since I was a young gun, I never worried about feelings. I was taught that you go out, you get your worth. and then you flip it to get more. You hustle, you play the game, master the game, remix that shit, and leave your mark. That's precisely what Flash and I are gonna be doing. When we step in that ring, everything becomes a spectacle. The most hated, the most extra, and the most winniiiiiiiiiiiiin. One hell of an introduction is waiting for you two.”
Flash scratches at his nostril as he nods his head in a rhythmic fashion, agreeing with every word that Jay just preached. He then runs his hand up through his long curly hair, pushing it back so that he can get a good look at the camera as grabs the end of the chair and slides himself forward.
“ Simple bitches, practicin’ outdated and childish shitlins’, callin’ themselves after a country they didn’t even grow up in. But they love the lights, don’t they? That neon glow of tokyo… It’s gonna fail to compare to the flare of Two High motha’ fucka’s livin’ without a care. We don’t gives a damns bout ya’ personalities, how one of you is a second generation superstar, and the other the daughter of some inbred fuckin’ trucker dog! “
In a swift motion Flash snatches back up the bong from earlier and goes to put it to his lips, he pauses though choosing to continue on his rant - the bong swaying back and forth inches from his lips as he talks.
“ The road you walked in on is the same one that you gonna’ be dragged out of. Any hopes of winnin’ against us, movin’ on to get yo shot at destiny, go to war with tha worlds… Well we gonna’ shoot em down, them neon lights of Tokyo are gonna burn out in the bright that is Flash Kassidy, and Jay “fuck yo’ girl in ya’ own bed” Sinclair. As I said befoe’ it ain’t about experience, it’s about connection. And me and my big bro right here, we was made fo’ eachother. Just two dudes wanderin’ through life, who just happen ta’ find one another and realize that they the best to ever do it. You could put Ana and Lisa in front of us, Osaka Rebels, my homies The Outliers, It don’t matter! We can fuckin’ take em and bake em, slice up em and serve em like they just some sloppy joes on a Friday. Call us cocky, call us arrogant, call us whatever the fuck you like. We gonna prove our worth.”
As the stadium begins to shake once more, Flash finally puts the bong up against his lips only to find out that it had been K’d. You see a noticeable “The fuck” escape from his lips as he hurls the bong to his side, at the same time that a car was passing. The glass bong shatters instantly, and the car lets out a loud, grinding screeching noise as it goes off camera. . Flash just chuckles, as he pulls a blunt out from behind his ear. Jay hands his lighter off to Flash, nodding to him.
“And that's what it comes down to. Gotta know who ya are to know where you will go. We don't have identity crisis. No lie, when Flash text me about this match, my first reply was who the fuck are Neo Tokyo. And the more I tried to figure it out, the more I felt like I was wasting my time. See, I'm not a slacker, I just lose interest when I don't feel challenged. But, like in school, imma show up and ace that shit. Because honestly, it could be anyone in front of us, and the result and approach would be the same.”
Jay adjusts his fitted and wipes the sleeves of his shirt before continuing.
“None of you know what to expect from us, but we know what to expect from you. All these proven track records and frontrunners, but it's these two dark horses that will open the eyes and drop the jaws. Teams like Neo Tokyo, they are just examples to be made of. Their placement isn't anything but a way for us to get warmed up for the big one, to prime us for the titles. Nobody had the reach we do, the untapped skill we have, or…. OR the swagger to walk in on anyone's shit and fuck it up just to say we in this bitch.”
“YA FUCKIN’ HEAR MY MAN! YOU FUCKIN’ HEAR HIM?”
Flash smacks his hands together as he pushes himself up from the chair once more, he was going to say more but he was rudely interrupted by the most redneck sounding voice you ever heard. Flash was ignoring it at first, but this just made the voice get louder and more unruly. Finally Flash whipped himself around to where the voice was coming from, and there on the other side the cage was stocky looking man holding a baseball bat.
“GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE! YOU AIN’T SUPPOSE’D TO BE IN THERE! GET OUT!”
At this point the man had also gotten Jay’s attention, who was no standing at Flash’s side. The two had almost sinister, yet obnoxious smirks on their face.
“ Oh Ch’yeah? Is that fuckin’ so? “
Dropping Jay’s lighter, and with the blunt still in between his lips Flash bolts at the cage, Jay not to far behind him. The loud metallic rings clank together as Flash starts to climb the cage, the man on the other side yelling and swinging his bat in the air in frustration. As Flash reaches the top of the cage, Jay is only about half way up. But Flash takes no time in jumping down and immediately getting in the man’s face.
“We fuckin’ out! Now what the fuck you gon do abot it fat boi!”
Before the man can even get a word out Flash clocks him the side of the face with his fist, completely catching the man off guard. As the man falls to the ground Jay hustle’s over, trying to keep his pants up as he runs, and straight punt kicks the dude directly in the teeth. It’s then that the two men of 2HighKru begin to mercilessly stomp the ever living shit out of who can only be assumed to be a security guard. Flash pulls himself away from the man and looks into the camera as Jay continues stompin’
“ See that shit! Two hours away in Hammond we gonna do the exact same got damn thing to you two! And just like this fat peice of fuckin’ shit they ain’t gonna be a damn thing either of y’alls trick lil asses can do about it! I said a few weeks ago that you was gonna see a new Flash Kassidy! That I was gonna bring my boy Jay all the way up to the top wit me! And ain’t no one gonna get in our fuckin’ way. Certainly not two fuckin’ washouts who could barely survive on their own! We ain’t playin’ games no mo’, we just takin’ heads!”
As those last few words escape Flash’s mouth he kicks his foot back and brings it straight into the man’s face, who is now a bloody mess.
“Wrestler, commentator, spectator, security, it doesn't matter bruh. We are equal opportunity with handling our biz. Neo Tokyo, you're the first in a long line of chalk outlines we will leaving on the mat. From the streets to the profession, no two men were born for war like we are. Authority ain't shit, and neither is opposition. We've come too far in life, paid dues in ways you bitches couldn't comprehend. We come from unique backgrounds bringing unique styles to put that fresh stamp on errthang we do. So what's up with it? You finna get to that level to do whatever it takes? We already there. You wanna run game on us like you own this shit? We already took the deed on the place. We will always be ahead and on top, lighters sparkin’, blunt blazin’, panty raidin’, with twenty four seven triumph demonstratin’.”
Flash spits on the now almost broken looking man who lays at his and Jay’s feet. Flash then taps on Jay’s shoulder and motions for them to move foreward.
“Let’s bounce, hungry as a motha fucka up in this bitch. ”
Jay nods, checking his pockets before glancing around at the ground.
