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Peek/CCM vs. Westons vs. Becky/Theo
Topic Started: Jan 17 2017, 07:40 PM (11 Views)
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Non-Title Three Way Tag Team Match


CCM & Lucas Peek vs. The Wild Westons vs. Becky Santiago & Theo Zosi

The Tenessee Tag Team Champions team up once again against the Wild Westons and Becky & Theo in a three way non-title tag team match, as BCW looks to give a couple of teams the opportunity to impress against the champions. But following their comments in recent weeks, expect the Generation to be watching closely!
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[ON CAMERA, Ya’ll]

The scene opens showing the Westons at their usual watering hole, which is a bar for those of you not educated in the ways of the drunkards. Speaking of drunkards, Bubba has apparently had too much already, and he is passed out face down on the table. Winchester is humming quietly to himself as he strums on his guitar, whereas the “smart member” of the group, Dixie, has a rather disgruntled look on her face.

Dixie: Howdy y’all BCDUB folks. Had y’all forgot ‘bout us? Wunt had bin surprised none, coz it sure seems like dat fine Ricky did forra time, but we back now. Well I am, but Ah’m pretty sure ol’ Bubba here died of boredom.

As if to affirm the pact, she pokes Bubba,without getting a response, Dixie looks at Winchester with clear concern nodding towards Bubba. The musician of the trio puts his guitar down, reaches to grab Bubba by his scruffy hair, yanks his head back and Bubba snores with tobacco juice dripping from his mouth into his beard, sticking to the mess that could have been breakfast, brunch or last nights dinner. Dixie wrinkles her nose at this.

Dixie: Gross.

Winchester lets go of Bubba who flops back down on the table happily unknowing of the camera, snoring a bit.

Dixie: Anyway... assumin’ we can get ol’ Bubba back on his feet, we goin into some weird three sided hootenanny with a “god” a cheerleader and dem new champs.Ah don’t like the idea of someone takin’ even a demi version of our Lord’s name, whoever Demi is supposed to be, one of them Eurotrash skanks no doubtin’. An’ a cheerleader? Dem girls can’t even manage a proper circle dance, how dey gonna fight or nothin’? Then you have the “champs”, one of whom used to think he was a king, and the other who is obsessed with his damn hat. Y’all call this some sorta compilation? It ain’t no compilation for us, we gonna string up dem bitches an’ hang em from da Mount Bluff rafters, y’all hear dat some?

Winchester looked at Dixie who looked at him, then they both looked at Bubba. Confusement was evident in the air as Dixie shoves his brother on the shoulder, who responds kicking at Bubba’s chair as if on command we hear drunken mumblin’

Bubba: I’mma only told ya’ll this once, I’ve told ya a thousand times, this ain’t my first rodeo so whatcha city-slickers gonna do when my Redneck Kung-Fu runs wild on you?!

The two awake Westons look at one and other and Dixie slams her hands down.

Dixie: Yanno’ I’ve had it! I can’t do this shit right now, I can’t have this damn camera filming this, I can’t sit here yapping away while he is like that, we gonna turn this shit off and ya’ll four numbskulls out there, if ya’ll think this means the Wild Westons are easy pickin’s or some shit, ya’ll better remember who ya’ll messin’ with because down here, in the south Europe and cheerleader tryouts make as much sense as some phony city-slicker for naw yark and a fake king, this be era of change in these here United States and the Westons...will make this division great again!

She gets up and the camera cuts off..

[OFF CAMERA]

Watching all this unfold Winchester seemed surprised.

Winchester: Damn, Dix. You didn’t have to get all hoppin’ mad over this..what difference does it make if Bubba is awake or snorin’? He ain’t the one who has the big words or them sentence structures going..you the brains of the team, he is...well he is our brother, you know what he is.

Pouring himself and Dixie a drink..(and even for Bubba) Winchester pushed a glass towards his sister.

Winchester: Besides..goin’ all Trump on them folks is gonna get you some bad looks, that CCM seems like he is crazy as a shithouse rat but he picks up on these kind of things..

Dixie sips her drink, grumbling.

Dixie: I don’t give no fucks about no looks, nor now kingly shithouse rats neither. I’m sick of carryin’ the sad sack. I come up with all these great plans an’ either the big oaf don’t get ‘em or he stuffs ‘em up. I love him, but I wanna be the champs Winnie, I... I jus’ want him to get it right…

Looking at Dixie, Winchester felt her sadness, it’s not like she was asking too much, being the beauty of Westons was not much of a thing to be proud full, it was like being the pig with a hat..sure you stood out but at the end you ate the same slop and rolled around in the same mud..even with that fancy hat.

Winchester: Dix..you two are going to be champs, one day that monkey boy in a suit will realize that what Memphis needs is not some fancy foreign made stars or hasbeens, but people like us, who’ve been through what the folks in the crowd have. Regular folk don’t know nothin’ about no kings or Gods from Olympus..they see enough cheerleaders at them games and Peek..who gives a flying fuck about some poor boy from Texas who thinks he is big time cos’ he moved to east coast? Ain’t nobody gonna love em’ like ya’ll be loved...and when you do become the champs, wouldn’t ya rather do it with someone you can trust? Sure he ain’t got the smarts, nor the looks..nor the talent..nor..well fuck, not a whole lot of anything honestly. But goddamn’ he’s your brother..he’ll take on ten guys with knives with just a dick in his hand if that means you get a headstart. This here business, is filled with mean people sis, they all out for themselves, for money, for fame or sheer lack of better things to do..but yer purdy, yer smart and yer kind..the people just need to see that you care, that you won’t give up and that thing there..

He pointed at the camera.

Winchester: It don’t talk, it won’t walk..but it will tell them who you are, and what they just saw..is all they know…

She gasped in shock.

Dixie: Bah Gawd, I acted like a damn fool and not a lady at all, we gotta redo it Winnie!

He shook his head.

Winchester: Nah, no we ain’t..because when Peek,CCM and them lovebirds see it..they expect you to be falling apart, Bubs here to be barely able to walk..they won’t know that ya’ll are comin for that win, they will focus on each other..and give you a chance to grab that ball, run through the field for a damn touchdown like no other.

Dixie nodded slowly, swilling her drink round in her glass.

Dixie: Ya right, it’s just... it’s hard bein’ the one expected to run everythin’ and come up with plans an’ stuff... I feel like bein’ the edumacated one is a curse sometimes. Bubba ain’t lettin’ me down, ah know that, if anything, ah’m the one lettin’ him down. He just wants to help an’ do his best, an’ ah ain’t figured out the right plans. Maybe you’re really the smart one Winchester.

There was something sad in his face as Winchester tried to put up a smile.

Winchester: Yeah Sis, I’m the one who fell for Vickie Summers thinkin’ I had a chance..I ain’t that smart, we didn’t all go to them schools because there was so many of us, Ma’ and Pa’ sent you there because they wanted you to be sumthin’ special..you could have gone to the big cities, worked a fancy jobs and had a different life..but you stayed with the family. Why do you think that is? Because that’s the way we Westons are, we trip, we fall, we fight and we brawl..but whatever we do. We do together and if we can help you with anything..you know we will, because that is what you have done for us.

Dixie finally smiled, patting her brother on the hand.

Dixie: Ah appreciate it, more than ya know. We’ll show them all, eh?

Winchester smiled and nodded.

Dixie: We’ll show them all...
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“OOOOOOHHHHHH BEEEE CEEEE DUUUBBBLLLEEEYOOOOOOOUUUU!!!!”

Out rings the cheesy announcers voice, or rather CCM doing a cheesy announcer’s voice.

DON’T YOU DARE... BE LAME! COME FACE, YOUR WORLD FAMOUS TENESSEE TAG TEAM CHAMPS... AND FEEEEELLLLL THE PAAAAAIIIIIN!!!!

We see Lucas Peek, title over his shoulder, looking around a little confused, before CCM runs in, wearing his own Peekster hat and holding his title up in the air.

CCM: IT’S A NEW REIGN, YES IT IS!!!

Lucas just looks confused as he speaks.

Lucas: Ok, what the fuck are you smoking?! Or drinking rather…...but none the less!!! I, The Real Deal of Professional Wrestling, has never won a title….even though, in another company, I was the self proclaimed World Heavyweight Champion, but right now, I stand before you, as THE Tag Team Champions!!! Me…….Lucas Peek!!!!

CCM looks thoughtful.

CCM: Um... it’s not JUST you. I mean, I helped. Me. Just a little bit. I mean, if you were the Tag Team Champions by yourself, wouldn’t you have both the titles instead of just one?

Lucas just laughs at CCM.

Lucas: Of course you helped….but everyone knows that I am the STAR of this team…..you were just an afterthought!!! You see, if it wasn’t for me….you would still be around claiming you are the King of this company…..face it, CCM….Without me, you would be nothing! I gave you a championship….and now, you have the honor of being my partner in crime and together, we will rule this company with an iron fist!!!!

CCM: Ironfist?! What’s that German kraut mother-f-er got to... oh I see what you mean. Well... being married to a primadonna drama llama, I’m kinda used to playing second fiddle... so... you know what champ? You can be the star, the leader the role model, whatever. I’ll play sidekick, ride shotgun, all that good stuff.

Lucas: Glad you see it my way. Now, I know we have this three way with the Westons and Becky and Theo. And I have the confidence that we will dominate this match, but we will also need to worry about our first title defense. But, the question is…..after this match, should we face the Generation or should we give the Westons the shot, since they never got their rematch to get the belts back?

Lucas just stops CCM before he has a chance to speak.

Lucas: Yes, I know the Westons were never the champions….but being the fighting champions that we are. And since the Westons never got a chance to get revenge on the Generation beating them. Maybe we should give them the next shot, and not the Generation….what ya think?

CCM muses over this for a moment.

CCM: Weeeeeell, let’s see how the Westons stack up tonight, yeah? But if they have unfinished business with the Generation, maybe those two teams can scrap it out to face us. Hell, we can take them both on together for me. I don’t care much who we fight and when we fight them. Lord knows Victoria has been flapping her gums to anyone who will listen trying to get the Generation a rematch against us... but at the end of the day, Ricky Rhodes books the matches. Just rest assured, Victoria & Traci... if the day comes... you’ll get yours once more, be assured of that.

Lucas: What about this proposed match they wanted? Some Twisted Path Showdown or something…...I quite don’t understand it. But hell…...I just want us to be the best tag team in the world!

CCM: Pretty much. And we can start proving that tonight against our opponents. Besides, Theo and I have a little unfinished business, if you catch my drift.

Lucas: Right on…..so, before we wrap this up, cause I have some things to do. Do you have any last words?

CCM: HASTA LA VISTA BABIES!!!

Fade out.
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The phone rang as Theo and Beck were just about to head out for the night, it wasn’t uncommon for late night phone calls especially since Theo’s mom could never wrap her head around the damn time zone difference. As the Demi-God did up the final button to his shirt he put mama on speaker phone. “Mama, you’re on speaker, and Beck’s right here too.”

Becky giggled and waved, derp she couldn’t see her. “Hi Mama Theo!”

“Hi kids.” Theo’s mom’s voice wasn’t it’s normal loud self, it was much quieter and slightly shakey as if she’d been crying.

“Mama, what’s wrong?” The big man instantly went into protection mode even ten thousand miles away he felt as if he could keep her safe.

“Theo, child, can you come home?” She had never asked him to come home, she had never in her life given him a hint that she was home sick for him. This request ripped through him like a hot knife through butter.

Becky didn’t react quite as badly, but she knew when your mom asks you to come home it wasn’t a little thing. She had a strong family, all too damn proud and she could tell the same was with Theo and his. So this request and the way she was talking, things weren’t right. Arm around him, Becky looked to her man, she didn’t even need to say anything to tell him she’d go with him and it was okay.

“Mama I have a match on the 29th then I’ll find the first flight out of Memphis, I need to know that you’re alright.” He ran his fingers through his already spiked hair as he looked at his phone almost to make sure, not like it would help.

“Book the first class tickets dear boy, for you and that girl of yours, come home.” Her voice broke again and again it ripped through the strong demigod.

She hugged Theo’s arm a bit tighter, yes Becky was worried. Very worried. “We’ll be there as soon as possible.” Her voice was quiet, not the same bubbly Becky she was known for being. Becks looked to her man and hugged his arm as close as possible now.

“Mama, I love you so much, and I’ll see you soon.” He kissed the top of Becky’s head as he took the phone off of speaker, and spoke to her in his native tongue, something that he knew his girlfriend couldn’t understand even though she was getting a lot better. The more he talked the more he lost color to his face, and he was getting even more emotional. Finally the language broke back into english as he hung up the phone. “....Cancer....”
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