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| The Westons vs The Generation; Tennessee Tag Team Championships Cerberus Chain Match | |
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| RickyRhodes | May 30 2016, 11:46 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Tennessee Tag Team Championships Cerberus Chain Match The Westons (Bubba and Dixie Weston chained to Michelle Taylor) vs The Generation (Traci Loveheart and Victoria Summers chained to Winchester Weston) |
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| King Iguana III | Jun 10 2016, 05:16 PM Post #2 |
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Another week, another day and another trip to the Last Call Saloon for the Weston’s. The redneck trio of terrible things is seated at their usual table, raising their usual ruckus. For what it’s worth, atleast this time they have a proper reason to be so goddamn noisy, as they are trying to digest their upcoming match at Hardware Havoc. The man most confused by the stipulation is the eldest of the three (and also arguably the slowest), the shaggy looking mongrel who is known as Bubba Weston. Bubba: So lemme get this straight. We’s gon’ be chain’d to DubDub, but DubDub is gon’ be fightin’ for dem bitches??? Yeah. He REALLY didn’t get it. Dixie sighed. Dixie: No, Taylor is chained to us. Winnie is chained to them. And he’s on our team, but not really, because he can’t be involved in the decision, but he can be disruptive. It’s quite clear honey, you get it now?’ The look on the face of Bubba tells pretty clearly that he doesn’t. But he tries. God does he try. After a few minutes of silence Bubba gets a “eureka”-moment of sorts. Bubba: OOOOH RIIIGHT!!! So it’s gon’ be an easy match for us, what with DubDub bein chain’d to a pair o’ bitches an a bitch bein’ chain’d on us. I might not be the smartest out there, but two strong Westons can hold back a bitch better than two bitches can hold a Weston, amirite DubDub? Looking surprisingly blissful Winchester murmurs out reaching for a drink. Winchester: I’mm be chained to Vicky~ Realizing that was something he could have just said inside his head and not outside it, the guitarist pounds down the drink and smirks. Winchester. I got this ya’ll.. It ain’t the first time I’ve been with two women wanting me at the same time. Dixie: You mean the time our cousins caught you sneaking behind their windows that one summer.. Winchester grumbles. Winchester: If you don’t want no one to watch in, you don’t leave the curtains undone. Dixie: THEY DIDN’T HAVE NO DANG CURTAINS TO BEGIN WITH! THEY BE POOR AS SHIT! Bubba: Well shit don’t need money anyhow, it’s shit.. She holds on to her temples and utters out. Dixie: ...idiots. Topping off the drinks of his siblings Winchester smiles. Winchester: Oh come on, it’s going to be fun. We get to go back home with some gold and Ma’ can see how good we done did. Dixie: Oh yeah! Ma’ will be so proud. Just a good job there’s no way we’re losin’, can you imagine the chewin’ we’d get if we somehow lost to them bitches? Lucky that’s never happened... er... um... An eerie silence descends over the table. Bubba looks at Dix in confusion, trying to figure out why she stopped. Finally after about a minute or two he facepalms. Bubba: Dix… But atleast he understands to shut the fuck up when he gets a murderous glance from Dix and decides he’d rather down his beer. Bubba: But hey, we beat them at Har… Hard… whatchamacallit and we’ll have enough gold to pay em internet-guys to take our loss outta the net. That way nobody will know we even lost! .. that logic. A voice came from behind the bar. TJ: Or, ya know, y’all could settle your tab for once in your lives… All three of them look at one and other, actually thinking of it for once and then just responding with unison. Westons: Nah. Looking somewhat dreamy Winchester seems to be drifting off to dreamland again. Winchester: Once we become Tennessee Tag Champs I’m gonna put my title in my guitar case where it’s safe. Bubba:...ermm.. Dixie: You didn’t tell him? Bubba: I was gonna but um..I kinda done didn’t.. Dixie: Oh Jesus and his hind legs Bubs! Now I gotta tell him?! Winchester: Tell me what? Dixie reached over and took Winchester by the hand. Dixie: Winnie, sweetie. There’s only two championships. Winchester: So that means that...we have to take turns? Bubba: You ain’t getting no damn turn on my title you overgrown baby! Shushing Bubba up Dix looks at the sensitive soul that is Winchester Weston. Dixie: Well, that’s not how it works sweetie. You see me and Bubs, we are the wrestlers and you..well Winchester: We are a team, right? Dixie: Sure we are, but you are our manager and managers..they don’t get no championships. Gloomy, staring at the table top Winchester grumbles. Winchester: So Ya’ll want me to help you win a championship I can’t even hold? What the double dog damn kinda bullshit is that?! He jumps up and Dix looks at him with shock. Dix: Dubs, sit down..don’t do anything stup- Too late, Winchester already flung a chair at the window sadly for the window (and the chair) neither of them survived intact. Winchester: I’M NOT GONNA GET CHAINED TO NO DAMN BITCH IF I CAN’T BE A CHAMPION WITH YA’LL! WE A TEAM! WE DESERVE GOLD! Looking over at the bartender Dixie figured there was a way to defuse this situation. Dixie: TJ, I think we’ll need some of that special Granpa’ Weston’s cough syrup now.. Bubba: and a new damn chair! Looking sad Winchester watches what he had done. Winchester: ..and a new window. TJ sighs and shrugs. Apparently he’s gotten used to this by now. But what do you expect when your bar is the regular hangout of the Westons. And not just the three present. Meanwhile Bubba is staring at Dix, apparently trying to process something. Long after his staring has gotten uncomfortable even for Dix, Bubba speaks up. Bubba: DubDub actually has a point tho Dix. 3 of us. 3 of dem. 2 belts? Ya need’ta go an speak ta Rhodes ‘bout that Dix. Besides. We need’ta name ‘em Alabama tag belts anyhow. I mean, dubbo boutcha two, but I ain’t from fucking Tennessee. Dixie sighs deeply. She wasn’t sure exactly how she was supposed to explain all this to Bubba. In the end, she decided to put it off. Dixie: Look, let’s win the darn things first. After that, I’ll go chat up Ricky, okay? TJ gets on over with a chair and tops off the glasses with an old time looking brown jug with infamous three X’s on the side as the label. TJ:Now ya’ll crazy redneck fucks remember. No more than one drink of cough syrup each. Last time ya had this..I had to close down the place for renovations for a while. Winchester snorts. Winchester: Yeah, like for a week, besides it kept your stupid cousins at work didn’t it? TJ: Don’t start with me Winnie, I’m not in the fucking mood. It’s already hotter than two rabbits having sex in a sock here..that’s annoying enough. Chuckling Bubba looks at the smashed up window. Bubba: About that..since Dub Dub here done installed you some air con.. Air con...DAMN SOME FRESH AIR! Free of charge and all..how about you scratch up couple of them tabs of ours? TJ: How about you go suck a big ol’ donkey dick Bubba Weston?! I ain’t running a damn charity business here. If ya’ll aint gonna pay for nothing today and just smash shit up. I suggest ya’ll kindly take them there drinks, finish them off and GIT on out of here before actual paying customers show up! Winchester finishes his drink and stands up. Winchester: That’s fine. Bubba follows suit in similar motion. Bubba: We done anyway. Dixie being a lady took her time but stood up too and smiled at TJ. Dixie: We got to get training anyhow..next time we come here you can put up a sign that the Tennessee Tag Team Champions frequent this shithole! Bubba: ALA-BAMA! Winchester: and I want my damn title! Looking at the trio TJ finally loses his temper. TJ: VAMOOSE YOU THREE OR I’MMA GET MY BROOM! That scatters the trio out right quick like, TJ makes sure they actually left before taking swig from the jug. TJ: Fuckin’ no good, no paying redneck sons of bitches..if we wasn’t related by a crooked branch I’d call the law on them, damn you Beulah, why you gotta marry into that flock of losers? |
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| Deas O Tron 5000 | Jun 11 2016, 04:11 AM Post #3 |
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(On Camera) We just fade in as we see the Generation, just getting ready to speak on their match. Michelle: Well ladies, the time is now…….even since we debuted in this company, we made history….and we will continue to do so, as you two…. Michelle pauses as she points to Traci and Victoria. And then, Michelle speaks again. Michelle: Become the first ever BCW Tennessee Tag Team Champions!!! But, you see, this is with a twist…..I will be chained to the Westons and you two will be chained to Winchester. This is make sure that we don’t become the champs…...you see, the Generation will make sure that the Westons don’t become the champs…...but either way….history is in the making. Traci: Ummmm, we? I’m sorry, but you aren’t contracted to wrestle here in BCW, Michelle. You are just the leader….we, however, are! Victoria: Yeah! Michelle just shakes her head. Michelle: You two know what I mean…..we ARE the Generation….and we will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Generation are the most powerful group in the world today…..we have made fools out of the Westons….they probably got over on us one time…..but here’s the sad fact….we let them do that, only because we didn’t want to own them too bad…..but at Hardware Havoc….this will come to an end….I promise. Victoria: Even way, we plan to walk out as the champs. Traci: Damn right…..we will not rest until they are done….. Michelle: And they will be done….no more sneak attacks…..no more beatdowns….this ends tonight….. Victoria: And it will….as we will win the belts. Traci: Nothing left to be said. Michelle: See you later, chumps!!! Fade out. |
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