Post by The Sarge on Apr 21, 2014 21:40:48 GMT -5
The Soldiers of Fortune have come down to the ring, accompanied by their "benefactor", the lovely Miss York. Sarge and Strike Force both proudly sport their VW World Tag Team titles as they pace around the ring, looking hungry and ready for battle.
Brent Starr...I'll give you some credit. Our match last week was nothing short of a war. We went at each other with everything we had, and even though our team mates were out there to have our backs, the real proof came by what you and I did in this ring! We both put on a clinic of glorious brutality that very few men could walk away from. You blasted me again with that hammer shot elbow of yours, and my head is still pounding. But, the bottom line is this.....all it took was one Ameri-Cutter, and 3 seconds later....I got the better of you that night. It was all over in the blink of an eye.
Did I pull that win out of my ass? Maybe. I told you walking into that match that my heart was what drives to refuse failure as an option. It's that heart that drives this team to reach heights few teams can attain. It's that heart....that has made us champions, and it is that heart....that will give us the strength to make sure these titles remain right where they damn well belong!
The crowd cheers as Strike Force and Sarge both take their belts off from around their waists and hold them up high.
Now, here we are. Proving Grounds. How appropriate that name is! What better environment to see if you two really have what it takes to become tag team champs. Ya see, over the past couple of weeks, you guys have earned my respect. You showed me you have the desire, and the skills to back it up. You just came up a little bit short. So, what do you say, boys? How about coming on down to this ring, and letting the boss lady here make this official?
Sarge and Strike Force stand with Miss York in between them as they look toward the stage and await a response from The Fallen.
Brent Starr...I'll give you some credit. Our match last week was nothing short of a war. We went at each other with everything we had, and even though our team mates were out there to have our backs, the real proof came by what you and I did in this ring! We both put on a clinic of glorious brutality that very few men could walk away from. You blasted me again with that hammer shot elbow of yours, and my head is still pounding. But, the bottom line is this.....all it took was one Ameri-Cutter, and 3 seconds later....I got the better of you that night. It was all over in the blink of an eye.
Did I pull that win out of my ass? Maybe. I told you walking into that match that my heart was what drives to refuse failure as an option. It's that heart that drives this team to reach heights few teams can attain. It's that heart....that has made us champions, and it is that heart....that will give us the strength to make sure these titles remain right where they damn well belong!
The crowd cheers as Strike Force and Sarge both take their belts off from around their waists and hold them up high.
Now, here we are. Proving Grounds. How appropriate that name is! What better environment to see if you two really have what it takes to become tag team champs. Ya see, over the past couple of weeks, you guys have earned my respect. You showed me you have the desire, and the skills to back it up. You just came up a little bit short. So, what do you say, boys? How about coming on down to this ring, and letting the boss lady here make this official?
Sarge and Strike Force stand with Miss York in between them as they look toward the stage and await a response from The Fallen.