Post by Sang Réal on May 1, 2015 15:17:20 GMT -6
The AT&T Center in Houston, Texas, seats 18,581 people for a basketball game, and tonight, those 18,000 plus will see the Los Angeles Clippers face the home state team, the San Antonio Spurs in an NBA Playoff game. These two teams are battling to make it to the next round and eventually, to become champions.
Above all the noise are the skyboxes, where it seems the rich and privileged spend more time playing than they do watching the game, but very few in the skybox appear to be paying attention. Inside, people are playing cards, talking, conducting business, eating, drinking, and doing anything other than something basketball related. Only a few people seem to be really watching.
Seated high above the arena in one of the skyboxes that overlooks the stands are two familiar looking men dressed in suits and ties. They are Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, collectively known as Sang Réal, the current UWA Tag Team Champions. Behind them stands a large man in a black suit and tie with a steel attaché case handcuffed to his wrist.
Even inside the skybox, in the arena, Murphy has on his signature round framed gold sunglasses. His legs crossed as he sits down, sipping a flute of champagne.
Murphy: “What can we say about the Cornbread Mafia that we have not yet said? What can we say about the team we have battled time and time again? What more can we say about the team we made famous, the team that squandered everything we gave them, only to become nothing?”
Murphy sets the glass down and shakes his head. He gets to his feet and walks to the man with the case who takes it in his arms, holding it up. The son of Shameus Murphy unlocks it and opens it, removing the UWA Tag Team Championship from the case.
Krown: “No, seriously, we are asking because we are pretty sure we have said everything about them that we possibly can say about them. We’ve called them losers. We called them hicks, rednecks, drunks, inbred, nothings. We pointed out that they won a huge battle, and then lost and any all momentum afterwards and twice failed to win the UWA Tag Team Championships, where as we won the titles in our first try. I mean we are really, what else is there to say?”
Murphy: “You see, as far as we are concerned, there is nothing else to say, because we have the perfect counterargument to absolutely everything the Cornbread Mafia, or anyone else can say about us.”
Leaning over in his seat, Krown gestures to the titles Murphy is holding.
Krown: “We think these are pretty good arguments.”
Murphy: “They beat us inside a steel cage match, which ended the greatest rivalry in UWA tag team wrestling history by pinning us.”
Krown: “We are the UWA Tag Team Champions. As a matter of fact, it was the Cornbread Mafia that we pinned to win the titles from K.I.S.S. in the first place.”
Krown smirks arrogantly, as he was the one who scored the roll up pin to secure Sang Réal their first reign as the UWA Tag Team Champions.
Murphy: “You beat us beat us at Spring Slaughter and Searing Agony.”
Again, Krown points to the titles.
Krown: “We’re the UWA Tag Team Champions. They had two chances to win these titles and they couldn’t get the job done. They won’t get it done if and when they get a third time to try.”
Murphy: “No matter what anyone says about us, we have the perfect counter argument.”
Reaching over, Krown takes the titles and holds them up a bit, showing them off.
Krown: “We are the UWA Tag Team Champions.”
Murphy takes his championship back, looking at the plate.
Murphy: “You can call us arrogant. You can say we should spend less time calling matches and more time wrestling. You can call us hypocrites or say we tend to overlook things, call us lackeys, or whatever, but we have the finest counterargument to anything anyone wants to say.”
Krown: “We are the UWA Tag Team Champions. Seriously, what greater counterargument can there be? What can anyone say that we can’t counter with just holding up the titles to show that they are ours? There is nothing better. No matter what you two say, we won the titles by pinning you and beating nearly every team in the UWA.”
Murphy: “People called us whiners before we won the titles when we pointed out that every episode of Monday Night Mayhem is guaranteed to have at least one Kenyon, or that if you totaled every match you two, Bene Elohim, and ourselves have had, it would have been less than the total of K.I.S.S. matches or when we pointed out that both the Sin City Knights and K.I.S.S. were paper champions.”
Krown: “We may have sounded like we were whining and we admitted it at the time that we did sound whinny, but apparently, being whinny pays off, because we won the titles, and you two didn’t.”
Krown holds up the title with his right and looks at it, tapping the center plate with his left middle and index fingers.
Murphy: “Yes, you did beat us twice in back-to-back matches, but let us look at those victories, shall we?”
Krown turns his eyes away from the title, draping the belt over his shoulder. Murphy does the same, draping the title over his left shoulder.
Krown: “You guys beat us at Spring Slaughter, but you needed a fattass who chugs gravy as a beverage and believes cake is a breakfast food to reverse the decision and allow you to win the match. And yet, you two were proud of that victory. You two criticized us for our victory at Tragic Engagement, which you claimed we did not earn, but you two drunk hypocrites were perfectly fine with Fatty McLardass putting down the bucket of chicken he was cramming into his gullet to walk out and reverse a referee’s decision despite his not having any authority to do so. Yet, that’s acceptable for you.”
Murphy shakes his head. Krown makes the “for shame” gesture with his hands.
Murphy: “Then came our facing each other in a steel cage match at Searing Agony. And it was a great match; no one is going to deny that. It is a match that should have been given a match of the year nomination. And we took everything you had, but you two had to damn near kill yourselves to get the job done.”
Krown: “That one night, in that one match, in that one moment when you pinned us inside the steel cage was the only thing of value that you have ever done in your entire careers. Yes, we lost, and we admit that, because after, you guys did nothing and practically faded into obscurity. However, despite losing that cage match, we managed to stay relevant and then, unlike you, we won the UWA Tag Team Champions, beating three teams and establishing ourselves as the most dominant team in the UWA right now.”
Murphy: “We pointed out how many matches we had wrestled, and everyone seemed to focus only on how many matches we lost.”
Slowly, the heir to the Krown wrestling family taps the title on his shoulder.
Krown: “We won the match that counted the most when it mattered the most and we became champions. So yeah, we may have lost a few matches here and there, but we won the big one, unlike you two. And your record isn't all that great either.”
Murphy: “You can bring up that maybe we did not deserve the title shot, but we challenged anyone to justify Silver Baron and the Protector, a guy fresh off the street, somehow qualifying for a shot at the Tag Team Championships without ever actually having teamed before, and yet somehow, someway, there you two were, somehow managing to justify it, and you lost to a team that never should have been in the match in the first place.”
Krown: “It does strain credulity that a team comprised of a man who had a few singles victories and a man fresh off the street should be allowed to compete for Tag Team Championships in the first-ever Tag Team Championship match despite having never teamed before. Yet what we love is that everyone, not just you, but seemingly everyone out there just seemed to go completely out of their way to justify it as a thing that should happen while overlooking that issue of it being a guy fresh off the street getting a title shot others had worked for, or that whole minor issue of them not actually ever having teamed before. But we can overlook it when it applies to someone people cheer for apparently. But we are totally in the wrong for even having questioned it in the first place.”
Murphy: “Maybe we didn’t earn the title shot any more than Bene Elohim or you two did, but we took the shot and we made it count. We beat the most overexposed team in the UWA, the background extras of the most overhyped faction in the UWA and you two, once again, to become the UWA Tag Team Champions.”
Murphy takes the title off his shoulder and holds it up in front of him to show off the championship. Krown chuckles a bit, shaking his head and wiping a fake tear away.
Krown: “Seriously? How can people say you are better than us when you had two attempts to become champion and failed twice? The first time you failed to a team that was not really a team and the second time you failed to beat every team there. How in the hell did you not win that one? It may be a better question of how did we win that one when you think about it. I mean we went out there having insulted every single team in the match, and somehow, someway, we walked out with the win. Every single team in that match should have been gunning for us, wanting to beat our asses into the mat and yet somehow, we won the match. It boggles the mind when you stop and think about it. There’s really no logical way we should have won, but we did.”
Murphy: “That really comes to the point of it all, doesn’t it Shawn, Cameron? The people love you. You get all kind of opportunities to succeed, but in the end, you cannot capitalize upon it. That first time you beat us, it was not because you earned that win. It was all but handed to you. The second time, you two had to nearly kill yourselves to beat us. The third time will not happen because you are not good enough.”
Krown: “You’re not. You never have been. The fact that the titles are around our waists says so. Even if by some miracle, you manage to win the match, and you do it without a a fat sack of crap walking out to reverse the decision and screw us out of a win while he tries to catch his breath as he shoves cheeseburgers into his maw like some sort of food black hole, or you damn near kill yourselves, and actually earn yourselves a title shot, you are not going to be able to actually win the titles from us, because you cannot, will not and are not good enough to win these titles. You have had two chances and the third time will not be the charm.”
Murphy folds his title up and places it back in the attaché case. Krown gets to his feet and does the same. The hired muscle closes the case and returns to standing their silently. Krown flops back in one of the seats, smirking. Murphy slides his sunglasses off.
Murphy: “That is really what it all comes down to, isn’t it? We can say everything about you, and we have. We spent nearly six months beating the hell out of each other, and we pretty much said everything to each other that can be said between two teams. We threw every insult and insinuation at each other. Every physical jab was seemingly paired with a verbal jab back and forth between us for nearly six months.”
Krown: “Which may seem like a long time, as it is half a year, but when you really look at it, and you consider that the UWA runs its shows about ever two weeks, it only comes out to about three months. Granted, three months is still a long time, but not as long as six months. It is still long though, not just as long. But yeah, we did and said everything to each other that two teams can nearly do to each other. It is really difficult to come up with anything else to say or do.”
Krown shrugs rather nonchalantly.
Murphy: “As I said, we have said everything about you that we can possibly say to you. We have said every insult and thrown every punch, but in the end, none of it matters, simply because when you get right down to it, everything you or anyone has to say about us is ultimately worthless, because we stand here as the UWA Tag Team Champions and you two are not, and you never will be.”
Krown: “You know how this match is going to go? We do. We know exactly how it is going to go. We win, and you two question our methods, because if we do something that may be controversial, we’re the bad guy, but if you two do something controversial, like say getting a man with “wide load” written across his ass to stop eating KFC out of a horse’s feedbag long enough to reverse the decision, it’s totally acceptable, and that is the only way outside of nearly killing yourself inside a steel cage that you can beat us. But, it’s not going to happen, because even if you win the match and get a title shot, you will lose the title match and you two will fade to obscurity again. We, on the other hand, are still going to be out there and we are still going to be relevant, and we are going to be champions again. If we lose these, we are going to get them back. You two will never win them.”
Making a gun gesture with his hand, Krown points to the attaché case the titles now rest in.
Murphy: “You’re nothing. You’re two drunken rednecks that the UWA occasionally remembers works here and every so often you are allowed to wrestle. Other then that, you are just seen backstage in some sort of stupid skit that really is not funny and really just comes off as stupid. We wrestle. We walk out and do commentary, and people remember that. We get more reaction for walking out to the ring and calling a match then you two or the Sin City Knights or Bene Elohim has ever gotten with your stupid little skits backstage in a desperate attempt to matter.”
Krown: “It is actually really kind of sad, just so very sad. Or at least it would be if you two didn’t suck and if the Sin City Knights weren’t pretty much dead and gone and Bene Elohim actually meant something to anyone. But to see you, the team we made famous, and the team that we build to actually mean something in the greatest feud in the entire history of the UWA tag team division, continually squander everything is really disappointing and really kind of funny considering all the hype and praise you received while we were dumped on. But who’s laughing now? We are.”
Smiling a rather arrogant smile, the heir to the Krown wrestling family's legacy chuckles a bit.
Murphy: “The absolute only time anyone gave a damn about you is when you were facing us. Now the only reason they care about you is never, because you simply do not matter anymore. We made you Cornbread Mafia. You needed us far more than we ever needed you. And you can say that is not true, but lets be honest, it is true. When we were facing each other last year, the crowd was cheering you every time. Now, you barely hear them at all when you show up backstage to do your stupid comedy with the trainwreck Silver Baron has become or whoever else just happens to be back there with enough time to kill and seemingly no pride or self-respect left.”
Krown: “You two were so full of promise, riding all that momentum for winning the greatest rivalry in the UWA tag team division’s history, and you just decided to waste it all. It’s really so sad and pathetic that it’s not even funny...actually, it’s pretty funny considering everyone thought you’d be great and yet, you squandered it all and we, the team everyone ran down constantly stand as the most dominant and the best team in the UWA today.”
Slowly, Murphy slides his shades back on and fixes his hair around his ears.
Murphy: “Shawn, Cameron, we made you. However it would be a waste to say we can break you, because you two did it for us yourselves. This is less of us dismantling you and more of us just tearing down the ruins. This is the latest chapter in the greatest rivalry in the UWA tag team division’s history, and yet, this is the chapter everyone will probably skip, because it is not the chapter where you turn it all around and beat us and then beat us again and finally rise as the new UWA Tag Team Champions. This is the chapter where we beat you and once again you slink away into obscurity. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “Cornbread Mafia, what else is there to say that cannot just be summed up by saying we are the UWA Tag Team Champions and you two are not, because you are not, and never will be good enough to win these titles no matter how many times you have an opportunity at them. We are thoroughbreds; champions that were bred to be champions. You two are just a pair of jackasses no one cares about. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And not only were we born better than you, but we are something you two will never be; the UWA Tag Team Champions.”
Krown shifts position to sit upright as Murphy sits back down, while down in the arena, the crowd cheers as the Spurs and the Clippers continue their playoff game match. The scene fades to black.
Above all the noise are the skyboxes, where it seems the rich and privileged spend more time playing than they do watching the game, but very few in the skybox appear to be paying attention. Inside, people are playing cards, talking, conducting business, eating, drinking, and doing anything other than something basketball related. Only a few people seem to be really watching.
Seated high above the arena in one of the skyboxes that overlooks the stands are two familiar looking men dressed in suits and ties. They are Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, collectively known as Sang Réal, the current UWA Tag Team Champions. Behind them stands a large man in a black suit and tie with a steel attaché case handcuffed to his wrist.
Even inside the skybox, in the arena, Murphy has on his signature round framed gold sunglasses. His legs crossed as he sits down, sipping a flute of champagne.
Murphy: “What can we say about the Cornbread Mafia that we have not yet said? What can we say about the team we have battled time and time again? What more can we say about the team we made famous, the team that squandered everything we gave them, only to become nothing?”
Murphy sets the glass down and shakes his head. He gets to his feet and walks to the man with the case who takes it in his arms, holding it up. The son of Shameus Murphy unlocks it and opens it, removing the UWA Tag Team Championship from the case.
Krown: “No, seriously, we are asking because we are pretty sure we have said everything about them that we possibly can say about them. We’ve called them losers. We called them hicks, rednecks, drunks, inbred, nothings. We pointed out that they won a huge battle, and then lost and any all momentum afterwards and twice failed to win the UWA Tag Team Championships, where as we won the titles in our first try. I mean we are really, what else is there to say?”
Murphy: “You see, as far as we are concerned, there is nothing else to say, because we have the perfect counterargument to absolutely everything the Cornbread Mafia, or anyone else can say about us.”
Leaning over in his seat, Krown gestures to the titles Murphy is holding.
Krown: “We think these are pretty good arguments.”
Murphy: “They beat us inside a steel cage match, which ended the greatest rivalry in UWA tag team wrestling history by pinning us.”
Krown: “We are the UWA Tag Team Champions. As a matter of fact, it was the Cornbread Mafia that we pinned to win the titles from K.I.S.S. in the first place.”
Krown smirks arrogantly, as he was the one who scored the roll up pin to secure Sang Réal their first reign as the UWA Tag Team Champions.
Murphy: “You beat us beat us at Spring Slaughter and Searing Agony.”
Again, Krown points to the titles.
Krown: “We’re the UWA Tag Team Champions. They had two chances to win these titles and they couldn’t get the job done. They won’t get it done if and when they get a third time to try.”
Murphy: “No matter what anyone says about us, we have the perfect counter argument.”
Reaching over, Krown takes the titles and holds them up a bit, showing them off.
Krown: “We are the UWA Tag Team Champions.”
Murphy takes his championship back, looking at the plate.
Murphy: “You can call us arrogant. You can say we should spend less time calling matches and more time wrestling. You can call us hypocrites or say we tend to overlook things, call us lackeys, or whatever, but we have the finest counterargument to anything anyone wants to say.”
Krown: “We are the UWA Tag Team Champions. Seriously, what greater counterargument can there be? What can anyone say that we can’t counter with just holding up the titles to show that they are ours? There is nothing better. No matter what you two say, we won the titles by pinning you and beating nearly every team in the UWA.”
Murphy: “People called us whiners before we won the titles when we pointed out that every episode of Monday Night Mayhem is guaranteed to have at least one Kenyon, or that if you totaled every match you two, Bene Elohim, and ourselves have had, it would have been less than the total of K.I.S.S. matches or when we pointed out that both the Sin City Knights and K.I.S.S. were paper champions.”
Krown: “We may have sounded like we were whining and we admitted it at the time that we did sound whinny, but apparently, being whinny pays off, because we won the titles, and you two didn’t.”
Krown holds up the title with his right and looks at it, tapping the center plate with his left middle and index fingers.
Murphy: “Yes, you did beat us twice in back-to-back matches, but let us look at those victories, shall we?”
Krown turns his eyes away from the title, draping the belt over his shoulder. Murphy does the same, draping the title over his left shoulder.
Krown: “You guys beat us at Spring Slaughter, but you needed a fattass who chugs gravy as a beverage and believes cake is a breakfast food to reverse the decision and allow you to win the match. And yet, you two were proud of that victory. You two criticized us for our victory at Tragic Engagement, which you claimed we did not earn, but you two drunk hypocrites were perfectly fine with Fatty McLardass putting down the bucket of chicken he was cramming into his gullet to walk out and reverse a referee’s decision despite his not having any authority to do so. Yet, that’s acceptable for you.”
Murphy shakes his head. Krown makes the “for shame” gesture with his hands.
Murphy: “Then came our facing each other in a steel cage match at Searing Agony. And it was a great match; no one is going to deny that. It is a match that should have been given a match of the year nomination. And we took everything you had, but you two had to damn near kill yourselves to get the job done.”
Krown: “That one night, in that one match, in that one moment when you pinned us inside the steel cage was the only thing of value that you have ever done in your entire careers. Yes, we lost, and we admit that, because after, you guys did nothing and practically faded into obscurity. However, despite losing that cage match, we managed to stay relevant and then, unlike you, we won the UWA Tag Team Champions, beating three teams and establishing ourselves as the most dominant team in the UWA right now.”
Murphy: “We pointed out how many matches we had wrestled, and everyone seemed to focus only on how many matches we lost.”
Slowly, the heir to the Krown wrestling family taps the title on his shoulder.
Krown: “We won the match that counted the most when it mattered the most and we became champions. So yeah, we may have lost a few matches here and there, but we won the big one, unlike you two. And your record isn't all that great either.”
Murphy: “You can bring up that maybe we did not deserve the title shot, but we challenged anyone to justify Silver Baron and the Protector, a guy fresh off the street, somehow qualifying for a shot at the Tag Team Championships without ever actually having teamed before, and yet somehow, someway, there you two were, somehow managing to justify it, and you lost to a team that never should have been in the match in the first place.”
Krown: “It does strain credulity that a team comprised of a man who had a few singles victories and a man fresh off the street should be allowed to compete for Tag Team Championships in the first-ever Tag Team Championship match despite having never teamed before. Yet what we love is that everyone, not just you, but seemingly everyone out there just seemed to go completely out of their way to justify it as a thing that should happen while overlooking that issue of it being a guy fresh off the street getting a title shot others had worked for, or that whole minor issue of them not actually ever having teamed before. But we can overlook it when it applies to someone people cheer for apparently. But we are totally in the wrong for even having questioned it in the first place.”
Murphy: “Maybe we didn’t earn the title shot any more than Bene Elohim or you two did, but we took the shot and we made it count. We beat the most overexposed team in the UWA, the background extras of the most overhyped faction in the UWA and you two, once again, to become the UWA Tag Team Champions.”
Murphy takes the title off his shoulder and holds it up in front of him to show off the championship. Krown chuckles a bit, shaking his head and wiping a fake tear away.
Krown: “Seriously? How can people say you are better than us when you had two attempts to become champion and failed twice? The first time you failed to a team that was not really a team and the second time you failed to beat every team there. How in the hell did you not win that one? It may be a better question of how did we win that one when you think about it. I mean we went out there having insulted every single team in the match, and somehow, someway, we walked out with the win. Every single team in that match should have been gunning for us, wanting to beat our asses into the mat and yet somehow, we won the match. It boggles the mind when you stop and think about it. There’s really no logical way we should have won, but we did.”
Murphy: “That really comes to the point of it all, doesn’t it Shawn, Cameron? The people love you. You get all kind of opportunities to succeed, but in the end, you cannot capitalize upon it. That first time you beat us, it was not because you earned that win. It was all but handed to you. The second time, you two had to nearly kill yourselves to beat us. The third time will not happen because you are not good enough.”
Krown: “You’re not. You never have been. The fact that the titles are around our waists says so. Even if by some miracle, you manage to win the match, and you do it without a a fat sack of crap walking out to reverse the decision and screw us out of a win while he tries to catch his breath as he shoves cheeseburgers into his maw like some sort of food black hole, or you damn near kill yourselves, and actually earn yourselves a title shot, you are not going to be able to actually win the titles from us, because you cannot, will not and are not good enough to win these titles. You have had two chances and the third time will not be the charm.”
Murphy folds his title up and places it back in the attaché case. Krown gets to his feet and does the same. The hired muscle closes the case and returns to standing their silently. Krown flops back in one of the seats, smirking. Murphy slides his sunglasses off.
Murphy: “That is really what it all comes down to, isn’t it? We can say everything about you, and we have. We spent nearly six months beating the hell out of each other, and we pretty much said everything to each other that can be said between two teams. We threw every insult and insinuation at each other. Every physical jab was seemingly paired with a verbal jab back and forth between us for nearly six months.”
Krown: “Which may seem like a long time, as it is half a year, but when you really look at it, and you consider that the UWA runs its shows about ever two weeks, it only comes out to about three months. Granted, three months is still a long time, but not as long as six months. It is still long though, not just as long. But yeah, we did and said everything to each other that two teams can nearly do to each other. It is really difficult to come up with anything else to say or do.”
Krown shrugs rather nonchalantly.
Murphy: “As I said, we have said everything about you that we can possibly say to you. We have said every insult and thrown every punch, but in the end, none of it matters, simply because when you get right down to it, everything you or anyone has to say about us is ultimately worthless, because we stand here as the UWA Tag Team Champions and you two are not, and you never will be.”
Krown: “You know how this match is going to go? We do. We know exactly how it is going to go. We win, and you two question our methods, because if we do something that may be controversial, we’re the bad guy, but if you two do something controversial, like say getting a man with “wide load” written across his ass to stop eating KFC out of a horse’s feedbag long enough to reverse the decision, it’s totally acceptable, and that is the only way outside of nearly killing yourself inside a steel cage that you can beat us. But, it’s not going to happen, because even if you win the match and get a title shot, you will lose the title match and you two will fade to obscurity again. We, on the other hand, are still going to be out there and we are still going to be relevant, and we are going to be champions again. If we lose these, we are going to get them back. You two will never win them.”
Making a gun gesture with his hand, Krown points to the attaché case the titles now rest in.
Murphy: “You’re nothing. You’re two drunken rednecks that the UWA occasionally remembers works here and every so often you are allowed to wrestle. Other then that, you are just seen backstage in some sort of stupid skit that really is not funny and really just comes off as stupid. We wrestle. We walk out and do commentary, and people remember that. We get more reaction for walking out to the ring and calling a match then you two or the Sin City Knights or Bene Elohim has ever gotten with your stupid little skits backstage in a desperate attempt to matter.”
Krown: “It is actually really kind of sad, just so very sad. Or at least it would be if you two didn’t suck and if the Sin City Knights weren’t pretty much dead and gone and Bene Elohim actually meant something to anyone. But to see you, the team we made famous, and the team that we build to actually mean something in the greatest feud in the entire history of the UWA tag team division, continually squander everything is really disappointing and really kind of funny considering all the hype and praise you received while we were dumped on. But who’s laughing now? We are.”
Smiling a rather arrogant smile, the heir to the Krown wrestling family's legacy chuckles a bit.
Murphy: “The absolute only time anyone gave a damn about you is when you were facing us. Now the only reason they care about you is never, because you simply do not matter anymore. We made you Cornbread Mafia. You needed us far more than we ever needed you. And you can say that is not true, but lets be honest, it is true. When we were facing each other last year, the crowd was cheering you every time. Now, you barely hear them at all when you show up backstage to do your stupid comedy with the trainwreck Silver Baron has become or whoever else just happens to be back there with enough time to kill and seemingly no pride or self-respect left.”
Krown: “You two were so full of promise, riding all that momentum for winning the greatest rivalry in the UWA tag team division’s history, and you just decided to waste it all. It’s really so sad and pathetic that it’s not even funny...actually, it’s pretty funny considering everyone thought you’d be great and yet, you squandered it all and we, the team everyone ran down constantly stand as the most dominant and the best team in the UWA today.”
Slowly, Murphy slides his shades back on and fixes his hair around his ears.
Murphy: “Shawn, Cameron, we made you. However it would be a waste to say we can break you, because you two did it for us yourselves. This is less of us dismantling you and more of us just tearing down the ruins. This is the latest chapter in the greatest rivalry in the UWA tag team division’s history, and yet, this is the chapter everyone will probably skip, because it is not the chapter where you turn it all around and beat us and then beat us again and finally rise as the new UWA Tag Team Champions. This is the chapter where we beat you and once again you slink away into obscurity. That’s Murphy’s Law.”
Krown: “Cornbread Mafia, what else is there to say that cannot just be summed up by saying we are the UWA Tag Team Champions and you two are not, because you are not, and never will be good enough to win these titles no matter how many times you have an opportunity at them. We are thoroughbreds; champions that were bred to be champions. You two are just a pair of jackasses no one cares about. That’s Checkmate.”
Murphy: “We are Sang Réal.”
Krown: “And not only were we born better than you, but we are something you two will never be; the UWA Tag Team Champions.”
Krown shifts position to sit upright as Murphy sits back down, while down in the arena, the crowd cheers as the Spurs and the Clippers continue their playoff game match. The scene fades to black.