Post by Sang Réal on Mar 11, 2015 9:11:28 GMT -6
Most people get a photo of a great accomplishment framed or somehow capture the accomplishment for posterity by getting a framed photo of the moment or keeping a memento of sorts. It is not uncommon for people to do this. However, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, collectively known as Sang Réal, Old French for “Royal Blood” are not most people.
And it is because they are not most people that Sang Réal has chosen to commemorate their first reign as UWA Tag Team Champions in a fashion that fits them perfectly. Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown stand side-by-side, with the UWA Tag Team Championships in the air as they pose for a painting to commemorate them as UWA Tag Team Champions.
Murphy and Krown stand side-by-side and also back-to-back at a slight angle with a bit of space between them. The two are holding their titles up, Murphy in his left and Krown in his right. Both men are three piece suits, Murphy in a dark grey, and Krown in a black suit. Murphy is also wearing his signature gold round framed sunglasses.
Seated at the easel is an older man, roughly in his fifties. He has salt and pepper hair, a full beard that is stiff trimmed. He wears a paint stained white shirt. He glances up occasionally at Sang Réal as he paints the portrait.
Murphy: “In the span of a month we have done what no team in the UWA has managed to do since this company’s inception last year. We have defeated every single team the UWA has to offer in the span of four weeks and become the UWA Tag Team Championship.”
Krown: “Want the list? In one night, we beat K.I.S.S., Bene Elohim, and the Cornbread Mafia to become the UWA Tag Team Champions, and we did it with an impressive amount of skill, ability and fortitude, combined with the knowledge that we are the best. And then, we beat the shattered and ruined remains of the Sin City Knights. We overwhelmed them so severely, that to save face, Craven had to get them disqualified.”
Murphy: “We’ve beaten them all. And we stand here as the UWA Tag Team Champions, the best team in the UWA.”
Krown lowers his arm a bit, and then quickly moves it back in position as the artist gives him a look.
Krown: “That’s right. We stand tall as the only current reigning and defending champions in the UWA with penises, unless you count Lacey Roberts, who may be a guy, or has one in her right now, because she’s kind of a huge slut, which says a lot about Bob Brooks that he cannot score with that, even if she was high as a kite.”
Murphy: “In one month, we beat every team here. As far as we’re concerned, we should be in line for a shot at the North American and World Heavyweight Championships.”
Krown nods in agreement, glancing a bit at Murphy, as he tries to hold still.
Krown: “Sure. We can do one of those great matches of the Tag Team Champions versus two singles champions, like the North American and World Heavyweight Champions, the kind of match people really don’t want to see, but get to see when places run out of good ideas for matches.”
Murphy: “And it seems like the UWA has run out of good matches for us, because we are being set against the team of Bob Brooks and Lacey Roberts, a team that has had all of one match as a team, and they lost that match. This is less a tag team and more a skank and her stalker-slash-fanboy.”
Again Krown nods in agreement, earning him a look from the artist who is trying to finish the painting. Krown quickly resumes his position.
Krown: “Nothing like facing a champion skank and a guy who masturbates to the Sears catalog to show the world that the UWA has run out of tag teams to face the best. You would think maybe the shattered remains of the Sin City Knights would care to try again, or any of the other teams we’ve beaten, but I guess they had better things to do like stop being a team, or stay home drinking moonshine or stand in the background of creepy promos.”
Murphy: “At Tragic Engagement, we said we wanted competition, and we did not seem to get it. Instead, what we receive is a thrown together team. While one of them may be a champion, Bob Brooks and Lacey Roberts are not a tag team.”
Slowly, Krown shakes his head, gaining another look from the artist.
Krown: “This is really a terrible first date. Or would this be the second date? Or maybe the third date, if you guys count the photo shoots, which is pretty much the closest Bob Brooks gets to legally photographing a woman, because we assume many of the women he’s taken photos of do not know he is watching them through a telescopic lens from the bushes or a dark alleyway, or across the street.”
Murphy: “Now we have had the pleasure of calling one of Bob Brooks’ matches, and we have to say, we were, in no way, shape or form, impressed with him. Honestly, I don’t recall if he won or not. I mean, when you think of Bob Brooks, you really don’t think of a guy who is going to be a champion. You think of a loser with a camera.”
Krown: “Technically you think of a perverted loser with a camera.”
Murphy: “Now, I do like the ladies. We all know this. I am bit of a player, but there is a big difference between myself and Bob Brooks. I consider myself a ladies man. I’ve actually had sex with women, unlike Bob, who’s mostly seen sex in photos and the closest he’s come to touching a woman is fondling a mannequin.”
Krown: “And it is also the reason why he is not allowed in Wal-Mart anymore and why Victoria’s Secrets has a restraining order against him. He did unseemly things to those poor mannequins. Probably got turned on when Amy Zing beat the hell out of him that one time.”
Murphy: “You would think he’d want to get some payback over that.”
The heir to the Krown family legacy nods and shrugs.
Krown: “You would, wouldn’t you? I mean he was punked out by Amy Zing. That’s like being punched out by some Amish guy. It’s not the type of thing to happen.”
Murphy: “Apparently he was cool with it.”
Krown: “Well, again, it probably turned him on, and so few women pay attention to Bob Brooks that it was probably an ego boost. I doubt his mom even likes him, although it’s probably the only boob he’s ever touched that didn’t result in a restraining order or being maced.”
Murphy tries very hard not to move, but to instead hold his pose and keep the title raised.
Murphy: “Bob, we do not consider you a threat. No one does. You can win a match here and there, but when it comes to that big time match, when it comes time to step up and prove something, you have continually failed to do so.”
Krown: “It’s your thing. It is what you do. We lost the occasional big time match, where we had to step up and prove something, and we will admit that, but the last time we were in that type of match, we stepped up, we proved something and we got these shiny titles.”
Murphy tries hard not to move as his words pick up an intensity to them.
Murphy: “You’ve had the chance to step up, and every time you did, you failed. You had a chance at the UWA Television Champion and failed. You had a chance to prove to Lacey Roberts that you weren’t hopeless and you lost that match. What makes you think it will go any different when you actually step into the ring with the best team in the UWA, the UWA Tag Team Champions Sang Réal? Do you think if you win, then Lacey will be impressed and you’ll be able to stop fondling that photo of her you sleep with and you may even get a shot at these titles? It is not going to happen, Bob, because you are not going to win. You and Lacey are not a team. You’re not her partner. You’re more like some stray dog she fed once and won’t leave her alone.”
Krown: “Lacey has wrapped you around her finger Bob. You’re her little lap dog. She walks around with you in her purse, along with the various pills she’s on, some recreational, others probably for the dozens of STDs she has, because she’s a skank.”
Murphy: “Come on Bob, you couldn’t get your act together when you two faced Amy Zing, someone who seems absolutely shocked when she wins a match, and Craven, a guy who no one knows how he got into the Sin City Knights, but actually proved to be a better stalker than you before he got boring and joined the Knights. Why would you two suddenly gel and get it together to beat the UWA Tag Team Champions? It is not going to happen. You are not going to beat us. You are not going to earn yourselves a title shot, beat us again and then watch Lacey ride off into the sunset on her bike, which you’ve probably been sniffing the seat of for hours, with two titles and then spend the night spanking it to photos of her because you are not going to tap that.”
Krown: “Amazing isn’t it? I mean Lacey Roberts is kind of loose and yet you still can’t get a piece of that. How sad does that make you Bob. I mean geez, even the ring rats, and they are not all classy girls, like the blob in a tube top I saw a few weeks ago, even the ring rats don’t want to sleep with you. You’re kind of pathetic.”
Murphy: “And speaking of skank…”
Krown: “Good lead in.”
The son of Shameus Murphy keeps his pose, giving his partner a subtle nod of thanks.
Murphy: “Lacey Roberts, like us, you are a second generation wrestler. You’re young, and arrogant, and we admire that. Hell, we’re the team that invented believing that we are the absolute best simply because we are second generation, and if we didn’t invent it, we certainly made it work for us. And like us, you saw a champion that wasn’t really doing the job and thought you could do better, so you went out and became champion. But those are the only similarities between us.”
Krown: “Mostly because we are not stoned or trying to arrange a gangbang right now.”
For a moment, the artist looks a bit concerned at that comment, but quickly regains his composure and keeps painting.
Murphy: “Our fathers were world champions. Our brothers became world champions and screwed it all up.”
The Krown family heir earns yet another look from the artist as he points to Murphy and to himself, then quickly resumes his pose.
Krown: “His discovered the joys of drugs, alcohol and underage Asian school girls while mine just went crazy.”
Murphy: “We decided that we were going to uphold our family legacies. We decided that we were not going to do it as singles wrestlers, but instead, we would be a tag team and we would be the best tag team we could be, and we have done that. We have made our own names in wrestling and added to the Murphy and Krown legacies.”
Krown: “We’ve been champions before. We are champions now and, even if we lose these titles, we will be champions again. In a month’s time, we have beaten every team in the UWA. Who else can say that? No one except Sang Réal and we are Sang Réal, the UWA Tag Team Champions.”
Murphy: “When you look at us Lacey, you see people who could be champions. We show up looking like professionals, wearing suits and ties that cost more than your dealer charges you. We pull into the arena in limos and fly first class and stay in the best hotels, not because we are champions, but because we live like champions. We live like champions and we act like champions because that is what we have been raised to be. This business and these titles are our blood.”
Krown: “And we know wrestling is in your blood, along PCP, cannabis, oxy, whatever else you can get your hands on, plus the gonorrhea, and we’re guessing Hepatitis A, B, C, and D, which does not actually exist, but you somehow have it.”
Murphy: “We look at you Lacey and we do not see class. We do not see a champion. She see a bar skank, a ring rat, the kind of woman I can get with absolutely no effort and have no actual desire to nail because they are just too easy. You Lacey Roberts are a skank and a slut, and not in the good way. You may be a champion, but you do not have an ounce of class.”
Krown: “Lacey Roberts, you would not know class if it did you up the rear, which it probably has done for nothing more than a trip to McDonald's.”
Murphy: “Yes, Lacey, you are a great athlete. You won the UWA Television Championship after basically just talking Amy Zing into giving you a match, but you managed to win it, defend it and have had a few wins. You are a fantastic athlete.”
Krown: “We’re just calling you a classless skank. It’s a totally different thing than us questioning your abilities in the ring. We know you are good. We are not arguing or denying that, just calling you a skank and saying you have no class.”
Murphy: “What we will question though is the ability of Bob Brooks and Lacey Roberts to be a tag team, or why they should even get a chance at the best team in the UWA today.”
Krown: “And we will question that, because as we said, you two are not really a tag team, and the only time you have ever had a tag team match, it ended with you two losing. So you can imagine our surprise when we found out we were stepping into the ring with you two.”
The artist applies a few finishing strokes to the painting. He leans back and looks it over, then looks at Sang Réal and then back at the painting. He applies a few more strokes and then nods at the painting. He sets the paits and his brush down. Murphy and Krown lower their arms and move away from each other a bit. Krown slides the title over his arm and rubs his shoulder. Murphy stretches a bit, trying to work the kinks out.
Murphy: “We will admit that we were quite surprised to say the least. After all, we would have expected one of the teams we beat to try and get into the ring with us and show that they could beat us, and earn themselves a shot at the Tag Team Championships.”
Krown: “We’d like to believe it is because they are intimidated of us as opposed to them being too busy to care about their careers, but we could be wrong.”
Murphy: “You would think Bene Elohim would like to get into the ring and show off their abilities against the Tag Team Champions, and maybe get themselves in line for a title shot, but clearly they are far too busy standing in the background when someone important in the Children of Nephilim is talking.”
The artist gets up from his seat and turns the painting towards Sang Réal.
Krown: “I keep forgetting that they can talk. I really do, but that’s also because I don’t bother to pay attention to them at all. I think Sentinel has said more than they have. They’re more décor than wrestlers.”
Murphy and Krown move towards the painting. Murphy smiles as Krown nods in approval.
Murphy: “You would imagine that the Cornbread Mafia, who have beaten us before, and who have failed twice to win these titles would have wanted a shot, but nope.”
Krown: “They are passed out from moonshine and cousin sex.”
Murphy: “We would have thought that maybe, just maybe, Silver Baron and Craven would have wanted to try and salvage whatever reputation the Sin City Knights had, especially after watching the disaster that was Tragic Engagement.”
The two keep looking at the paiting.
Krown: “It’s amazing how far the Sin City Knights have fallen. Seriously, Oblivion seems to be the sane one, and he’s a figment of Silver Baron’s imagination. We said the Sin City Knights were dead, but that just killed any chance of a second coming and whatever legitimacy they had left.”
Murphy: “We have beaten every single tag team that has come against us in the span of just a month. Do you two think that we’re worried about losing to the likes of you? Lacey is the only real threat between the two of you, so when you actually look at this match, it is less a tag team match and more a handicap match.”
Krown: “We’ve beaten an entire division and you two think you can just stroll in and take us down? I don’t think so. It is the drugged up, slutty skank and her perverted lap dog photographer against the best team in the UWA today. How do you think this is going to end? It ends when we beat you.”
Murphy: “We are the best team in the UWA and you two are about to find out why. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “You have no chance of winning, but at least you may get some nice shots of us beating you like we have done with every team here. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy and Krown resume the same poses they just had as the camera turns to show off the painting. Despite Krown’s occasional moving and breaking his pose, the painting managed to perfectly capture Sang Réal’s pose.
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And, we are far classier and a far better team than you two will ever be.”
The scene fades out on the Sang Réal posing with their painting.
And it is because they are not most people that Sang Réal has chosen to commemorate their first reign as UWA Tag Team Champions in a fashion that fits them perfectly. Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown stand side-by-side, with the UWA Tag Team Championships in the air as they pose for a painting to commemorate them as UWA Tag Team Champions.
Murphy and Krown stand side-by-side and also back-to-back at a slight angle with a bit of space between them. The two are holding their titles up, Murphy in his left and Krown in his right. Both men are three piece suits, Murphy in a dark grey, and Krown in a black suit. Murphy is also wearing his signature gold round framed sunglasses.
Seated at the easel is an older man, roughly in his fifties. He has salt and pepper hair, a full beard that is stiff trimmed. He wears a paint stained white shirt. He glances up occasionally at Sang Réal as he paints the portrait.
Murphy: “In the span of a month we have done what no team in the UWA has managed to do since this company’s inception last year. We have defeated every single team the UWA has to offer in the span of four weeks and become the UWA Tag Team Championship.”
Krown: “Want the list? In one night, we beat K.I.S.S., Bene Elohim, and the Cornbread Mafia to become the UWA Tag Team Champions, and we did it with an impressive amount of skill, ability and fortitude, combined with the knowledge that we are the best. And then, we beat the shattered and ruined remains of the Sin City Knights. We overwhelmed them so severely, that to save face, Craven had to get them disqualified.”
Murphy: “We’ve beaten them all. And we stand here as the UWA Tag Team Champions, the best team in the UWA.”
Krown lowers his arm a bit, and then quickly moves it back in position as the artist gives him a look.
Krown: “That’s right. We stand tall as the only current reigning and defending champions in the UWA with penises, unless you count Lacey Roberts, who may be a guy, or has one in her right now, because she’s kind of a huge slut, which says a lot about Bob Brooks that he cannot score with that, even if she was high as a kite.”
Murphy: “In one month, we beat every team here. As far as we’re concerned, we should be in line for a shot at the North American and World Heavyweight Championships.”
Krown nods in agreement, glancing a bit at Murphy, as he tries to hold still.
Krown: “Sure. We can do one of those great matches of the Tag Team Champions versus two singles champions, like the North American and World Heavyweight Champions, the kind of match people really don’t want to see, but get to see when places run out of good ideas for matches.”
Murphy: “And it seems like the UWA has run out of good matches for us, because we are being set against the team of Bob Brooks and Lacey Roberts, a team that has had all of one match as a team, and they lost that match. This is less a tag team and more a skank and her stalker-slash-fanboy.”
Again Krown nods in agreement, earning him a look from the artist who is trying to finish the painting. Krown quickly resumes his position.
Krown: “Nothing like facing a champion skank and a guy who masturbates to the Sears catalog to show the world that the UWA has run out of tag teams to face the best. You would think maybe the shattered remains of the Sin City Knights would care to try again, or any of the other teams we’ve beaten, but I guess they had better things to do like stop being a team, or stay home drinking moonshine or stand in the background of creepy promos.”
Murphy: “At Tragic Engagement, we said we wanted competition, and we did not seem to get it. Instead, what we receive is a thrown together team. While one of them may be a champion, Bob Brooks and Lacey Roberts are not a tag team.”
Slowly, Krown shakes his head, gaining another look from the artist.
Krown: “This is really a terrible first date. Or would this be the second date? Or maybe the third date, if you guys count the photo shoots, which is pretty much the closest Bob Brooks gets to legally photographing a woman, because we assume many of the women he’s taken photos of do not know he is watching them through a telescopic lens from the bushes or a dark alleyway, or across the street.”
Murphy: “Now we have had the pleasure of calling one of Bob Brooks’ matches, and we have to say, we were, in no way, shape or form, impressed with him. Honestly, I don’t recall if he won or not. I mean, when you think of Bob Brooks, you really don’t think of a guy who is going to be a champion. You think of a loser with a camera.”
Krown: “Technically you think of a perverted loser with a camera.”
Murphy: “Now, I do like the ladies. We all know this. I am bit of a player, but there is a big difference between myself and Bob Brooks. I consider myself a ladies man. I’ve actually had sex with women, unlike Bob, who’s mostly seen sex in photos and the closest he’s come to touching a woman is fondling a mannequin.”
Krown: “And it is also the reason why he is not allowed in Wal-Mart anymore and why Victoria’s Secrets has a restraining order against him. He did unseemly things to those poor mannequins. Probably got turned on when Amy Zing beat the hell out of him that one time.”
Murphy: “You would think he’d want to get some payback over that.”
The heir to the Krown family legacy nods and shrugs.
Krown: “You would, wouldn’t you? I mean he was punked out by Amy Zing. That’s like being punched out by some Amish guy. It’s not the type of thing to happen.”
Murphy: “Apparently he was cool with it.”
Krown: “Well, again, it probably turned him on, and so few women pay attention to Bob Brooks that it was probably an ego boost. I doubt his mom even likes him, although it’s probably the only boob he’s ever touched that didn’t result in a restraining order or being maced.”
Murphy tries very hard not to move, but to instead hold his pose and keep the title raised.
Murphy: “Bob, we do not consider you a threat. No one does. You can win a match here and there, but when it comes to that big time match, when it comes time to step up and prove something, you have continually failed to do so.”
Krown: “It’s your thing. It is what you do. We lost the occasional big time match, where we had to step up and prove something, and we will admit that, but the last time we were in that type of match, we stepped up, we proved something and we got these shiny titles.”
Murphy tries hard not to move as his words pick up an intensity to them.
Murphy: “You’ve had the chance to step up, and every time you did, you failed. You had a chance at the UWA Television Champion and failed. You had a chance to prove to Lacey Roberts that you weren’t hopeless and you lost that match. What makes you think it will go any different when you actually step into the ring with the best team in the UWA, the UWA Tag Team Champions Sang Réal? Do you think if you win, then Lacey will be impressed and you’ll be able to stop fondling that photo of her you sleep with and you may even get a shot at these titles? It is not going to happen, Bob, because you are not going to win. You and Lacey are not a team. You’re not her partner. You’re more like some stray dog she fed once and won’t leave her alone.”
Krown: “Lacey has wrapped you around her finger Bob. You’re her little lap dog. She walks around with you in her purse, along with the various pills she’s on, some recreational, others probably for the dozens of STDs she has, because she’s a skank.”
Murphy: “Come on Bob, you couldn’t get your act together when you two faced Amy Zing, someone who seems absolutely shocked when she wins a match, and Craven, a guy who no one knows how he got into the Sin City Knights, but actually proved to be a better stalker than you before he got boring and joined the Knights. Why would you two suddenly gel and get it together to beat the UWA Tag Team Champions? It is not going to happen. You are not going to beat us. You are not going to earn yourselves a title shot, beat us again and then watch Lacey ride off into the sunset on her bike, which you’ve probably been sniffing the seat of for hours, with two titles and then spend the night spanking it to photos of her because you are not going to tap that.”
Krown: “Amazing isn’t it? I mean Lacey Roberts is kind of loose and yet you still can’t get a piece of that. How sad does that make you Bob. I mean geez, even the ring rats, and they are not all classy girls, like the blob in a tube top I saw a few weeks ago, even the ring rats don’t want to sleep with you. You’re kind of pathetic.”
Murphy: “And speaking of skank…”
Krown: “Good lead in.”
The son of Shameus Murphy keeps his pose, giving his partner a subtle nod of thanks.
Murphy: “Lacey Roberts, like us, you are a second generation wrestler. You’re young, and arrogant, and we admire that. Hell, we’re the team that invented believing that we are the absolute best simply because we are second generation, and if we didn’t invent it, we certainly made it work for us. And like us, you saw a champion that wasn’t really doing the job and thought you could do better, so you went out and became champion. But those are the only similarities between us.”
Krown: “Mostly because we are not stoned or trying to arrange a gangbang right now.”
For a moment, the artist looks a bit concerned at that comment, but quickly regains his composure and keeps painting.
Murphy: “Our fathers were world champions. Our brothers became world champions and screwed it all up.”
The Krown family heir earns yet another look from the artist as he points to Murphy and to himself, then quickly resumes his pose.
Krown: “His discovered the joys of drugs, alcohol and underage Asian school girls while mine just went crazy.”
Murphy: “We decided that we were going to uphold our family legacies. We decided that we were not going to do it as singles wrestlers, but instead, we would be a tag team and we would be the best tag team we could be, and we have done that. We have made our own names in wrestling and added to the Murphy and Krown legacies.”
Krown: “We’ve been champions before. We are champions now and, even if we lose these titles, we will be champions again. In a month’s time, we have beaten every team in the UWA. Who else can say that? No one except Sang Réal and we are Sang Réal, the UWA Tag Team Champions.”
Murphy: “When you look at us Lacey, you see people who could be champions. We show up looking like professionals, wearing suits and ties that cost more than your dealer charges you. We pull into the arena in limos and fly first class and stay in the best hotels, not because we are champions, but because we live like champions. We live like champions and we act like champions because that is what we have been raised to be. This business and these titles are our blood.”
Krown: “And we know wrestling is in your blood, along PCP, cannabis, oxy, whatever else you can get your hands on, plus the gonorrhea, and we’re guessing Hepatitis A, B, C, and D, which does not actually exist, but you somehow have it.”
Murphy: “We look at you Lacey and we do not see class. We do not see a champion. She see a bar skank, a ring rat, the kind of woman I can get with absolutely no effort and have no actual desire to nail because they are just too easy. You Lacey Roberts are a skank and a slut, and not in the good way. You may be a champion, but you do not have an ounce of class.”
Krown: “Lacey Roberts, you would not know class if it did you up the rear, which it probably has done for nothing more than a trip to McDonald's.”
Murphy: “Yes, Lacey, you are a great athlete. You won the UWA Television Championship after basically just talking Amy Zing into giving you a match, but you managed to win it, defend it and have had a few wins. You are a fantastic athlete.”
Krown: “We’re just calling you a classless skank. It’s a totally different thing than us questioning your abilities in the ring. We know you are good. We are not arguing or denying that, just calling you a skank and saying you have no class.”
Murphy: “What we will question though is the ability of Bob Brooks and Lacey Roberts to be a tag team, or why they should even get a chance at the best team in the UWA today.”
Krown: “And we will question that, because as we said, you two are not really a tag team, and the only time you have ever had a tag team match, it ended with you two losing. So you can imagine our surprise when we found out we were stepping into the ring with you two.”
The artist applies a few finishing strokes to the painting. He leans back and looks it over, then looks at Sang Réal and then back at the painting. He applies a few more strokes and then nods at the painting. He sets the paits and his brush down. Murphy and Krown lower their arms and move away from each other a bit. Krown slides the title over his arm and rubs his shoulder. Murphy stretches a bit, trying to work the kinks out.
Murphy: “We will admit that we were quite surprised to say the least. After all, we would have expected one of the teams we beat to try and get into the ring with us and show that they could beat us, and earn themselves a shot at the Tag Team Championships.”
Krown: “We’d like to believe it is because they are intimidated of us as opposed to them being too busy to care about their careers, but we could be wrong.”
Murphy: “You would think Bene Elohim would like to get into the ring and show off their abilities against the Tag Team Champions, and maybe get themselves in line for a title shot, but clearly they are far too busy standing in the background when someone important in the Children of Nephilim is talking.”
The artist gets up from his seat and turns the painting towards Sang Réal.
Krown: “I keep forgetting that they can talk. I really do, but that’s also because I don’t bother to pay attention to them at all. I think Sentinel has said more than they have. They’re more décor than wrestlers.”
Murphy and Krown move towards the painting. Murphy smiles as Krown nods in approval.
Murphy: “You would imagine that the Cornbread Mafia, who have beaten us before, and who have failed twice to win these titles would have wanted a shot, but nope.”
Krown: “They are passed out from moonshine and cousin sex.”
Murphy: “We would have thought that maybe, just maybe, Silver Baron and Craven would have wanted to try and salvage whatever reputation the Sin City Knights had, especially after watching the disaster that was Tragic Engagement.”
The two keep looking at the paiting.
Krown: “It’s amazing how far the Sin City Knights have fallen. Seriously, Oblivion seems to be the sane one, and he’s a figment of Silver Baron’s imagination. We said the Sin City Knights were dead, but that just killed any chance of a second coming and whatever legitimacy they had left.”
Murphy: “We have beaten every single tag team that has come against us in the span of just a month. Do you two think that we’re worried about losing to the likes of you? Lacey is the only real threat between the two of you, so when you actually look at this match, it is less a tag team match and more a handicap match.”
Krown: “We’ve beaten an entire division and you two think you can just stroll in and take us down? I don’t think so. It is the drugged up, slutty skank and her perverted lap dog photographer against the best team in the UWA today. How do you think this is going to end? It ends when we beat you.”
Murphy: “We are the best team in the UWA and you two are about to find out why. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “You have no chance of winning, but at least you may get some nice shots of us beating you like we have done with every team here. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy and Krown resume the same poses they just had as the camera turns to show off the painting. Despite Krown’s occasional moving and breaking his pose, the painting managed to perfectly capture Sang Réal’s pose.
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And, we are far classier and a far better team than you two will ever be.”
The scene fades out on the Sang Réal posing with their painting.