Post by Millwall’s Bricks on Mar 25, 2024 23:12:09 GMT -6
We begin on a clear spring day in London, with the birds chirping away gleefully and the local populace enjoying a beautiful afternoon at the park. The park in question is Leicester Square, with the camera scanning around the Scenes in the Square sculpture trail. Among the various pop culture characters such as Mr. Bean and Bugs Bunny sits a statue of Paddington Bear eating a marmalade sandwich on a long bench. Waddling over to sit next to this icon of children's media is the aging Bill Millwall, wearing a leather jacket with no shirt underneath and a dirty set of sweatpants. The man formerly known as the Terrier takes out a pack of menthol cigarettes, lights one up, and begins speaking to the camera with a smile on his face.
"I could not be more proud of my dear adoptive children than I have been in the past week. They went out in front of that crowd at Gambit and absolutely fucking SMASHED! Poor Peach Gelato had no chance, and that no-good schlub Steve Lawson couldn't save the lass. Chris Brock himself must have watched just how amazing my kids are because he's strapped the rockets to us and put us up against one of the best teams this league has to offer! That's right, he's put us up against the former tag team champions, ol' 3pAC! I'm sure all of you statistic geeks at home know this, but this team won twelve matches last year; that's five more than the next team up! Also for my stats nerds, the next team up is The Heat Packers, our current champions.
But here's the problem, 3pAC! Last year has come and gone. Unfortunately for you, we're in the now, and we can't go back to your glory days. Sure, you're coming off of a win against Young Justice. Newsflash! Everyone who faces them nowadays are coming off of a win against them!"
Sitting next to Bill at this moment is his adoptive son Atlas and his stepdaughter Marina. Atlas is carrying a duffel bag and wearing tight-fitting workout clothes. Marina is wearing an all-black sleeveless jumpsuit and sunglasses, wearing her fiery hair in a messy bun. Atlas is the first of the two to speak, while Marina gives a quick peck on the cheek to the Paddington Bear statue next to her.
"Just as a quick aside for Young Justice; you two have an open invitation to train with us at Bigfoot's Gym. We'd be happy to train with some other young talent."
"Especially you, Cassie Wolfe. How's it goin', princess? Hey, pop, can I borrow a cigarette from ya?"
"I'm on my last one, love. Sorry."
Bill, having demolished his last cigarette, takes a freshly bought pack out of his pocket and lights up another.
"Back to our old friends Deimos and Danny. Now, you two have put in enough honest, difficult work to prove to all of EWC that you belong in this industry. Even with being the complete dunces that you are, nobody can deny that you're very capable competitors. It's no shocker that you've managed to add the tag belts to your resume. Unfortunately for you two, you both find yourself across the ring from Millwall's Bricks! On one side of me is a man who is easily the most talented technician that I've had the privilege to see train on my canvas. I've had aspiring Olympians walk into my gym and be humbled by this absolute specimen! Headlocks, armlocks, leglocks, waistlocks, any damned lock you please! This man knows more moves that target just your arms than you two have in your entire arsenal! Atlas here eats, drinks, breathes, and shits this sport. You may have time on the clock here in EWC, but you've never had the hunger necessary to eclipse The Titan!
And speaking of hunger, on my other side is my dear ruffian stepdaughter. Marina has had a fire lit under her since before I lay my eyes on her. Don't be fooled by her beauty, lads! She may share her mother's gorgeous features-"
"Hi, mum!"
"Hey, Kathy!"
"-But she's got the attitude and killer instinct of a crazed badger! I've lost count of how many times I've walked into the gym and seen the biggest baddest bastards holding icepacks on their faces after getting into brawls with my baby girl. She flies through the air like a mighty eagle, kicks harder than an angry racehorse, and breaks bones like the jaws of a lion, just like I did back in the eighties! I know for a fact that you haven't faced the best tag team this company has to offer because you haven't faced anything like Millwall's Bricks.
Let's face it, Deimos and Danny! You're just not tough enough to defeat us. You don't know the struggles we've faced firsthand! You didn't spend the better part of a decade throwing yourself through light tubes, thumbtacks, and flaming tables like I did back in the eighties! You didn't have to deal with the piece of shit that Marina here has the displeasure of calling her birth father until you were eight years old! You didn't dedicate yourself to stacks and stacks of old wrestling tapes, engrossing yourself in this industry while you waited for someone to come give you a roof over your head like my boy Atlas! When it comes to struggle, when it comes to dealing with torturous pain, you just can't compare! When you step in the ring with us, you'll see just how tough a brick to the face is!"
Bill stands up to get closer to the camera, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he does so. Behind him, we see Marina stealing a cigarette from the pack that Bill has left on the bench, and Atlas lending her a lighter.
"When you find yourself in Lima, the City of Kings, you may be tempted to think of yourselves as royalty, like you once were. I want you to look around the many gorgeous cathedrals that dot the landscape of the Pearl of the Pacific. I can only suggest you walk into one of those churches and take some valuable time to pray, that one day you can become kings yourself, with many peasants under your dirty boots and gold adorning every part of your body, because as long as we're around, you'll need divine intervention to grab those crowns. On the off chance that you do find yourselves in that position, I will weep with joy as your screams of anguish wrap around the world. 'DEAR GOD, WHY WOULD I WANT TO BE A KING! I WISH I WAS A MEMBER OF MILLWALL'S BRICKS INSTEAD!'"
"Because what is the power of being a king when it's put up against a Titan who already has the whole world on his shoulders?"
"And what's the point of a king's decrees to a Hellion who has no fucks left to give anymore?"
"And what's the reason for trying to reach that pinnacle once more when there's an ever-growing brick wall blocking the road to immortality?! So Little Danny! Deimos! Bunny Love! When you look at the betting odds before you're forced to step in the ring with us, think twice before you put your money on the line, because if you don't, you'll find your bank accounts irreversibly in the red, which is the same color that we'll leave your faces when we're done with you! Whether you are crushed by a slam from Atlas, or knocked out by a knee courtesy of Marina, or if I'm forced to roll up my sleeves and shove my foot up your asses myself, you will not leave Peru with another win on your record! I'll kick your ass so bad that you'll be scared to enter another ring again!"
"Meanwhile, we'll grabs those titles from those Heat Packers you just can't seem to beat and have a reign that would put even The Southern Express to shame."
"We'll be eating marmalade sandwiches all the way into the Hall of Fame, when all you'll be eating is a brick."
"Because they are the hottest tag team this world will ever see-"
The two siblings stand up from their bench to flank Bill, as he signs off.
"AND I DARE YOU TO BET AGAINST US!!!"
Bill smiles at his children, but begins to frown as he eyes the cigarette in Marina's hand.
"Is that one of my fucking cigarettes?!"
"No, you already smoked all of yours, remember?"
"That's one of my cigarettes! I paid good fucking money for those!"
"You know, cigarettes are bad for you. You should really consider quitting."
The three continue their argument about the long term effects of smoking tobacco as we turn away from them, zooming in on the Paddington statue as we fade to black.
"I could not be more proud of my dear adoptive children than I have been in the past week. They went out in front of that crowd at Gambit and absolutely fucking SMASHED! Poor Peach Gelato had no chance, and that no-good schlub Steve Lawson couldn't save the lass. Chris Brock himself must have watched just how amazing my kids are because he's strapped the rockets to us and put us up against one of the best teams this league has to offer! That's right, he's put us up against the former tag team champions, ol' 3pAC! I'm sure all of you statistic geeks at home know this, but this team won twelve matches last year; that's five more than the next team up! Also for my stats nerds, the next team up is The Heat Packers, our current champions.
But here's the problem, 3pAC! Last year has come and gone. Unfortunately for you, we're in the now, and we can't go back to your glory days. Sure, you're coming off of a win against Young Justice. Newsflash! Everyone who faces them nowadays are coming off of a win against them!"
Sitting next to Bill at this moment is his adoptive son Atlas and his stepdaughter Marina. Atlas is carrying a duffel bag and wearing tight-fitting workout clothes. Marina is wearing an all-black sleeveless jumpsuit and sunglasses, wearing her fiery hair in a messy bun. Atlas is the first of the two to speak, while Marina gives a quick peck on the cheek to the Paddington Bear statue next to her.
"Just as a quick aside for Young Justice; you two have an open invitation to train with us at Bigfoot's Gym. We'd be happy to train with some other young talent."
"Especially you, Cassie Wolfe. How's it goin', princess? Hey, pop, can I borrow a cigarette from ya?"
"I'm on my last one, love. Sorry."
Bill, having demolished his last cigarette, takes a freshly bought pack out of his pocket and lights up another.
"Back to our old friends Deimos and Danny. Now, you two have put in enough honest, difficult work to prove to all of EWC that you belong in this industry. Even with being the complete dunces that you are, nobody can deny that you're very capable competitors. It's no shocker that you've managed to add the tag belts to your resume. Unfortunately for you two, you both find yourself across the ring from Millwall's Bricks! On one side of me is a man who is easily the most talented technician that I've had the privilege to see train on my canvas. I've had aspiring Olympians walk into my gym and be humbled by this absolute specimen! Headlocks, armlocks, leglocks, waistlocks, any damned lock you please! This man knows more moves that target just your arms than you two have in your entire arsenal! Atlas here eats, drinks, breathes, and shits this sport. You may have time on the clock here in EWC, but you've never had the hunger necessary to eclipse The Titan!
And speaking of hunger, on my other side is my dear ruffian stepdaughter. Marina has had a fire lit under her since before I lay my eyes on her. Don't be fooled by her beauty, lads! She may share her mother's gorgeous features-"
"Hi, mum!"
"Hey, Kathy!"
"-But she's got the attitude and killer instinct of a crazed badger! I've lost count of how many times I've walked into the gym and seen the biggest baddest bastards holding icepacks on their faces after getting into brawls with my baby girl. She flies through the air like a mighty eagle, kicks harder than an angry racehorse, and breaks bones like the jaws of a lion, just like I did back in the eighties! I know for a fact that you haven't faced the best tag team this company has to offer because you haven't faced anything like Millwall's Bricks.
Let's face it, Deimos and Danny! You're just not tough enough to defeat us. You don't know the struggles we've faced firsthand! You didn't spend the better part of a decade throwing yourself through light tubes, thumbtacks, and flaming tables like I did back in the eighties! You didn't have to deal with the piece of shit that Marina here has the displeasure of calling her birth father until you were eight years old! You didn't dedicate yourself to stacks and stacks of old wrestling tapes, engrossing yourself in this industry while you waited for someone to come give you a roof over your head like my boy Atlas! When it comes to struggle, when it comes to dealing with torturous pain, you just can't compare! When you step in the ring with us, you'll see just how tough a brick to the face is!"
Bill stands up to get closer to the camera, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he does so. Behind him, we see Marina stealing a cigarette from the pack that Bill has left on the bench, and Atlas lending her a lighter.
"When you find yourself in Lima, the City of Kings, you may be tempted to think of yourselves as royalty, like you once were. I want you to look around the many gorgeous cathedrals that dot the landscape of the Pearl of the Pacific. I can only suggest you walk into one of those churches and take some valuable time to pray, that one day you can become kings yourself, with many peasants under your dirty boots and gold adorning every part of your body, because as long as we're around, you'll need divine intervention to grab those crowns. On the off chance that you do find yourselves in that position, I will weep with joy as your screams of anguish wrap around the world. 'DEAR GOD, WHY WOULD I WANT TO BE A KING! I WISH I WAS A MEMBER OF MILLWALL'S BRICKS INSTEAD!'"
"Because what is the power of being a king when it's put up against a Titan who already has the whole world on his shoulders?"
"And what's the point of a king's decrees to a Hellion who has no fucks left to give anymore?"
"And what's the reason for trying to reach that pinnacle once more when there's an ever-growing brick wall blocking the road to immortality?! So Little Danny! Deimos! Bunny Love! When you look at the betting odds before you're forced to step in the ring with us, think twice before you put your money on the line, because if you don't, you'll find your bank accounts irreversibly in the red, which is the same color that we'll leave your faces when we're done with you! Whether you are crushed by a slam from Atlas, or knocked out by a knee courtesy of Marina, or if I'm forced to roll up my sleeves and shove my foot up your asses myself, you will not leave Peru with another win on your record! I'll kick your ass so bad that you'll be scared to enter another ring again!"
"Meanwhile, we'll grabs those titles from those Heat Packers you just can't seem to beat and have a reign that would put even The Southern Express to shame."
"We'll be eating marmalade sandwiches all the way into the Hall of Fame, when all you'll be eating is a brick."
"Because they are the hottest tag team this world will ever see-"
The two siblings stand up from their bench to flank Bill, as he signs off.
"AND I DARE YOU TO BET AGAINST US!!!"
Bill smiles at his children, but begins to frown as he eyes the cigarette in Marina's hand.
"Is that one of my fucking cigarettes?!"
"No, you already smoked all of yours, remember?"
"That's one of my cigarettes! I paid good fucking money for those!"
"You know, cigarettes are bad for you. You should really consider quitting."
The three continue their argument about the long term effects of smoking tobacco as we turn away from them, zooming in on the Paddington statue as we fade to black.