Post by Eddie Dozier on Feb 10, 2022 15:48:06 GMT -6
Scene opens with a long, white limousine pulling up to the extremely luxurious Ristorante Sadler in Milan. The driver steps out of the vehicle and opens the back door. Eddie Dozier and Callie Clark hop out, dressed to the nines.
Eddie scoffs as the camera shows up and is immediately in their faces.
“Can't even enjoy a nice, relaxing meal as a tag team without you fucks getting in our faces. Unbelievable.”
“I'm used to dealing with it. When you're 'Queen of the Nerds' like I am, you're constantly getting your picture taken at cons. Plus, who wouldn't wanna follow around the fastest-rising tag team in EWC? Embrace it, Eddie.”
Callie strikes a pose for the camera, making sure they get her best side.
“You know what, though? I do have a little something to share about those fuck-tard sisters. Are you two idiots listening? I'm only going to say this once… your tie WAS a fluke, no matter what you believe. It was not a catalyst for a change in your careers. You're bottom-feeders. Bottoms don't suddenly become tops overnight… ask your dad.”
Callie shoots Eddie a 'You can't say that!' look.
“What? Alexander Samson never made it to the top. He was a perennial bottom-feeder, just like his daughters. What I am getting at, though, is that you two idiots saw the result at WrestleFest as a win. That's the difference between shitty wrestlers and great wrestlers. YOU saw it as a win and WE were utterly disgusted. It might as well have been a loss to actually share the victory with the worst tag team in EWC history… and I say this knowing that the Texas Angels once existed… oh wait.”
Callie laughs.
“Hey Nina… I heard what you had to say. You really think I'm afraid of you? You're either stupider than I thought or completely delusional if you seriously think that. I've faced many people better than you both in-and-out of the EWC, and I've never feared any of them. So why the FUCK would I be afraid of you? Oh, and 'mediocre skills?' You're clearly underestimating me because of my record. That's adorable you take records to heart, especially considering yours sucks too. But I think I'll make a point to show you my 'mediocre skills' first-hand and knock your fucking teeth down your throat. It's not 'being afraid' to bide my time and wait for the right moment to strike. It's being smart. Something you and your idiot sister would know nothing about.”
Callie gives the camera a death glare.
“As far as being glorified 'bag-carriers' for Tyler? Look!”
Eddie points to the limousine and then the restaurant.
“THIS is happening because of OUR hard-earned money. Tyler's not paying for this. Hell, the only reason we throw Tyler's money around is because he allows it and - sorry bro - but Tyler's kinda an idiot. He's a lovable idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. But it's like you forget that the two of us combined make a base salary of almost a million. We don't NEED Tyler's money. I carry the FX Broadcast Championship around because I think it's fucking funny. You're mistaking a fucking elite group of people for pack-mules. It's pathetic.”
“Not to mention the fact I make over a million a year through cosplay. We have enough money to buy you and your entire stupid family if we wanted to. But if someone is gonna offer their money for me to spend, I'm going to take it because I'm not an idiot and that's how the rich stay rich, sweethearts. You're welcome for the free life lesson.”
“You got one thing right… we are abso-fucking-lutely not like you two. We're much, much better. You know it and everybody else knows it. You can ride high on that WrestleFest fluke all you want. The fact of the matter is that your dream is OVER on Sunday. It's time for y'all to wake the fuck up.”
“The clock is about to strike midnight on your little Cinderella story, girls. We're on the rise and your five seconds of fame are about to end. This is our time, our title shot… but maybe if you're good little girls and lay down and don't make us break a sweat, I'll give you a discounted, signed 8x10 of Eddie and I with our Tag Titles after we win them. Maybe.”
An attendant opens the door to Ristorante Sadler and Sabotage walks in. The scene fades out.
Eddie scoffs as the camera shows up and is immediately in their faces.
“Can't even enjoy a nice, relaxing meal as a tag team without you fucks getting in our faces. Unbelievable.”
“I'm used to dealing with it. When you're 'Queen of the Nerds' like I am, you're constantly getting your picture taken at cons. Plus, who wouldn't wanna follow around the fastest-rising tag team in EWC? Embrace it, Eddie.”
Callie strikes a pose for the camera, making sure they get her best side.
“You know what, though? I do have a little something to share about those fuck-tard sisters. Are you two idiots listening? I'm only going to say this once… your tie WAS a fluke, no matter what you believe. It was not a catalyst for a change in your careers. You're bottom-feeders. Bottoms don't suddenly become tops overnight… ask your dad.”
Callie shoots Eddie a 'You can't say that!' look.
“What? Alexander Samson never made it to the top. He was a perennial bottom-feeder, just like his daughters. What I am getting at, though, is that you two idiots saw the result at WrestleFest as a win. That's the difference between shitty wrestlers and great wrestlers. YOU saw it as a win and WE were utterly disgusted. It might as well have been a loss to actually share the victory with the worst tag team in EWC history… and I say this knowing that the Texas Angels once existed… oh wait.”
Callie laughs.
“Hey Nina… I heard what you had to say. You really think I'm afraid of you? You're either stupider than I thought or completely delusional if you seriously think that. I've faced many people better than you both in-and-out of the EWC, and I've never feared any of them. So why the FUCK would I be afraid of you? Oh, and 'mediocre skills?' You're clearly underestimating me because of my record. That's adorable you take records to heart, especially considering yours sucks too. But I think I'll make a point to show you my 'mediocre skills' first-hand and knock your fucking teeth down your throat. It's not 'being afraid' to bide my time and wait for the right moment to strike. It's being smart. Something you and your idiot sister would know nothing about.”
Callie gives the camera a death glare.
“As far as being glorified 'bag-carriers' for Tyler? Look!”
Eddie points to the limousine and then the restaurant.
“THIS is happening because of OUR hard-earned money. Tyler's not paying for this. Hell, the only reason we throw Tyler's money around is because he allows it and - sorry bro - but Tyler's kinda an idiot. He's a lovable idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. But it's like you forget that the two of us combined make a base salary of almost a million. We don't NEED Tyler's money. I carry the FX Broadcast Championship around because I think it's fucking funny. You're mistaking a fucking elite group of people for pack-mules. It's pathetic.”
“Not to mention the fact I make over a million a year through cosplay. We have enough money to buy you and your entire stupid family if we wanted to. But if someone is gonna offer their money for me to spend, I'm going to take it because I'm not an idiot and that's how the rich stay rich, sweethearts. You're welcome for the free life lesson.”
“You got one thing right… we are abso-fucking-lutely not like you two. We're much, much better. You know it and everybody else knows it. You can ride high on that WrestleFest fluke all you want. The fact of the matter is that your dream is OVER on Sunday. It's time for y'all to wake the fuck up.”
“The clock is about to strike midnight on your little Cinderella story, girls. We're on the rise and your five seconds of fame are about to end. This is our time, our title shot… but maybe if you're good little girls and lay down and don't make us break a sweat, I'll give you a discounted, signed 8x10 of Eddie and I with our Tag Titles after we win them. Maybe.”
An attendant opens the door to Ristorante Sadler and Sabotage walks in. The scene fades out.