RP#12

The sound of boots hitting the old wood floor boards echo down the hallway where a yellow and black MSW backdrop has been tacked up on a wall. The boots slowly make their way down the hallway and stop just before the backdrop with the heels of the boots scuffing the floor.
The high pitched train whistle blows in the background signaling that the train is about to leave the station.

Awful lot of talk from two guys who just.......see if this a story you heard before.
Just came together.
We are the Bonecrushing Phailous.
We are the MSW Tag Team Champion.
And we will defend the titles against any one, anywhere, anytime.
And there is no need to have a rap battle about it.
No need for your life story. No one cares where you came from. No one cares who you are.
No one cares.

The camera pans in on the MSW backdrop a little bit more. Metal on metal clanging sound is heard and the old steam engine huffs and puffs to life blowing huge volumes of steam that push the pistons that drive the wheels back and forth.

Lightening can only strike once. You have better odds of getting hit by a car,
or a train.
Then just randomly being thrown together and rising up through the ranks and beating the odds and finding success.

The train starts to move, inching forward. The sound of the boots on the wooden floor start to move away from MSW banner and out of the train car. Through the clouds of steam on this dark night in middle of summer in Missouri comes one half of the MSW tag team champions. He is Yugo.
Yugo Phailous.

There is a saying. A saying that Windermear and SVD and the rest of the MSW will soon know by heart. A saying that once it is uttered you will know what it means forever and that saying is this.

Yugo stops on the platform and draws back his trench coat to reveal a glimpse of the tag title around his waist.

Lightening only strikes once.
Every random tag team that the front office of the MSW is throwing together in hopes of landing another all star team of greatness....
Are just doomed to fail. They will crash and burn and they will never live up to the original team that started it all.
The proveyors of death.
Leader of the Johnnies.
The most dominate tag team in the history of the MSW and wrestling.
Owner and operators of the Pain Train lines.
The MSW Tag Team Champions.
The vulva conquers.
The one team in which MSW program has been named after for we are just as the title says we are.
Unstoppable
For you are looking straight down the barrel at the
Bonecrushing Phailous.
And you Ian Windermear.
Salmon Van Dam.
Have to no hope in hell in ever beating us and taking these.

Yugo pats the face of the title.

The tag straps. In fact the only straps who two will get used to are the straps you'll tighten on your leg casts for the next six months when you two get blasted off the rails and you end up looking up at Johnny who just got done crushing you.
Hell.

Yugo pulls of a Redman long leaf chewing tobacco pouch.

Bring your buddy Leo Banks on down to the ring. Add him to the mix because it will not make a difference what so ever. The result will remain the same. When you get into the ring against Johnny and Yugo you will meet your fate just like every other team that has ever stood across from us inside that ring and simply put. There is nothing you can do to stop the train from rumbling down on top of you. You Windermear of all people should know this better than anyone. You didn't have a prayer the first time you face us and the second time will have history repeat it self.

With a pinch Yugo stuffs his lip with chew.

Even with your old lady on her knees...

Yugo leans forward and cups the side of his mouth.

A sight I don't tire of seeing if you know what I mean.

Yugo spits on the deck of the train station and takes a step back.

With the one or two fans you have in the stands all looking up to the heavens looking for a answer, looking for a helping hand asking God! Please! Show them the light! Give them the strength! Show your love on them God! You can even get yourself some gang bangers who don't know no better and you two STILL won't have a hope in hell in taking these.
The MSW Tag Team Titles.
We're the Frankenstein team.
We're the best you have ever seen.
We are and will forever remain the tag champions.
That is god's plan.
That is what is written in stone.
Forged in steel.
and rammed down your throat.
Chalk another one up for the Bonecrushing Phailous!
For I am Yugo Phailous.

Yugo draws his trench coat close hiding the tag titles.

And death is following me.

Fade out.