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| Making a Statement; Erik/Tiami joint piece | |
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| tiami erickson | Mar 6 2018, 10:02 PM Post #1 |
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[Scene opens up to Erik Holland pacing the floor of a house. This is not just any house, but the house of him and his girlfriend, Tiami Erickson. Camera had already been set up by Ti before she went to pack, which left Erik pacing the floor, needing to get some things off his chest.] Some people operate really well under pressure and chaos. Like the saying goes, pressure creates diamonds--and the Badd Breed right now is feeling a little bit of pressure, the only difference being it's more...self-inflicted. No secret Death Trip ain't been high on our list of important shit we gotta' think about. The last month or so has been pretty...shall we say, BUSY. After a little incident back America-side with Elysium Pro Wrestling I'm sad to say our MVP, K-Remix, won't be joining us for a while due to a heinous, bitch-made attack by the soon-to-be FORMER World Tag Team Champions. They think so highly of the fact we wanna' take their belts that they took one of our guys out, one of our guys that's done nothing but bust his ass for the Badd Breed colors ever since he joined up with us. That tends to make folks a little UPSET. Especially if, in Ti and I's case, we went out of our way to bring Remix into our fold. We felt he was that special. So we feel responsible for what has happened to him. [You could hear heels clicking in the background and Erik’s snarling had calmed down a bit upon hearing that. He then poked at the Badd Breed shirt on his chest, the look in his eyes one of deep conviction, as if his message was the only message that needed hearing.] And we feel we gotta' remind people just who in the fuck we are. We gotta' REMIND people that the way it goes with the Badd Breed is, anybody not wearin' our colors has a god-damn BULLSEYE on their heart, and nobody in the Badd Breed knows how to miss those bullseyes. The least of which being our partner, Joe Stanton. My friend, and it still takes some time to sink in that I've made FRIENDS in this industry.. But Joe is a man I can really call 'friend' after all the things we have been through as partners and occasional opponents. I've never given Stanton a t-shirt, never FORMALLY inducted him into our family but I trust the man with my life and with the lives of my people all the same. He eliminated me from the Rail Rumble, yeah. He stopped me from getting a World title shot, sure. But, fuck it. Like I care. The World Championship is takin' a backseat right now. [The heel clicking had now come in the room and Erik had sat himself on the couch, trying to take breaths as he made his point and intent clear as crystal.] It's takin' a backseat because Ti, Joe and I have a six-person FIGHT on our hands the next time we see you fine, crazy Death Trip people. And they command quite a bit of attention to put it very lightly. [Tiami comes into frame, running her hands down Erik’s shoulders and a small smile creeps along her face. She rested her head gently on Erik’s shoulder, knowing exactly what needed addressing.] We have a clown, a hard hitter and what appears to be a legend in the making as opponents? I say the more the merrier. Joe is our brother in arms, and we don’t ever have to worry about him turning his back on us. The Odd Squad...that is another story however entirely. [She chuckled slightly, adjusting herself to sit down next to Erik.] Dick, I heard about you through the grapevine and you enjoy making people bleed. You enjoy hurting people and you don’t give a damn about any repercussion out there. Quite good because I know Joe has a point to prove and Erik is ready to tear heads off. Me? Well, when my brother and boyfriend are done kicking your ass, I will be taking personal satisfaction is punting your head clean off its shoulders. Nothing personal man, just business. [She winked at the cmaera, a slight chuckle coming fro mErik who was just sitting there watching his girlfriend with that same sadistic smirk on his face from earlier. Suddenly, it was as if a lightbulb went off in Tiami’s head.] Lobo...Joe and I hate clowns. [She shuddered slightly, then took a deep breath getting back to the topic at hand.] We can’t stand them for everything they are. We want to eradicate them, and I see you as the start. Sure, you might -try- and beat us. In the end, you are an off man out in a rather odd partnership. It only results in your downfall dude. Get while the gettin’ is good for your health. Otherwise, you will wind up in the hospital. [After her taking, a sick smile crept over her face. That left one man to speak on...] Which leads me to Johnny Vachon. Johnny you have to realize something. Flith Parade? That is one brand of chaos. Badd Breed? A whole other ball game. We are chaos, we are violence. We thrive on blood, gore and destruction. Fuck, I am the first lady of the Breed and I am right here with all the crazy ass guys bleeding for this business Johnny. You have no idea where we can go, what our twisted minds can easily come up with. Johnny, you THINK you have the game figured out. [She stuck a finger up, shaking it at the camera with the same smirk on her face.] You have no idea. [Ti quickly scooted over to Erik, wrapping an arm around him as he just sat there watching her, proud of his girlfriend.] So Odd Squad, meet your match. You may think the match is won but when you think you have the game figured out? Badd Breed changes the game a complete one eighty. We are ready to get bloody, messy, downright sick and evil twisted on your asses. Come March 13th? You will know why we are Badd Breed. You will know why you all will be having a Badd Day. See ya then boys. [Scene fades out to Tiami placing a rather passionate kiss on Erik, a tiny bit of laughter being heard before all sound is soon cut.] |
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