Post by Cornbread Mafia on Aug 20, 2014 21:23:02 GMT -6
The camera opens in a restaurant seemingly searching the place for somebody specific. Suddenly, two rather hard southern accents catch the cameraman’s ears and the camera moves in towards the source of said accents. As the camera comes around the corner it finds Shawn and Cameron Worley, the Cornbread Mafia, sitting together with their girlfriends, Reya and Carmen Alonso, in a booth, the boys facing the camera with the girls sitting opposite them. Cameron looks up and his jaw drops at the sight of the camera butting into their nice quiet night out together.
Cameron Worley: Oh y’all gotta be kidding me...
With his thick South Carolina accent hanging in the air, Cameron just shakes his head.
Cameron Worley: You mean you finally realize we’s still alive?
Sitting there next to his brother, Shawn shakes his head too.
Shawn Worley: Is they serious?
Cameron nods and the two stand up.
Cameron Worley: Pardon us, ladies, apparently we need a minute here.
Carmen and Reya nod as Cameron and Shawn make their way over to a side brick wall of the establishment, making sure they’re out of the way.
Cameron Worley: So you ain’t gonna be like everybody else and give us shit for not appearing often as if it’s our choice?
The camera shakes back and forth.
Shawn Worley: Least they got that going for them.
Cameron nods angrily.
Cameron Worley: We’ve done come to every damn show and every damn show we get told the same damn thing…
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Go home, you ain’t needed this week.
Cameron stares off to the left, stunned disbelief
Cameron Worley: Ain’t needed…
Shawn nods like he needs to hear it again too.
Shawn Worley: Ain’t needed...
Cameron shakes his head in disgust before looking back into the camera.
Cameron Worley: And then, just to make it even better, we’re escorted away and actually driven to the airport to make sure we don’t hang around and do nothing else. They said we don’t help…
He pauses and glances to his brother.
Cameron Worley: What was the big word they used?
Shawn grins.
Shawn Worley: Facilitate...
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Right, they said we don’t…
He nods to his brother again.
Shawn Worley: Facilitate…
Cameron just glares forward.
Cameron Worley: A safe work environment…
Both brothers just shake their heads.
Cameron Worley: We don’t…
He nods to his brother who quickly follows.
Shawn Worley: Facilitate…
Cameron picks up right away.
Cameron Worley: A safe working environment because of what happened with us and the happy rich boys even though, if you just watch the show there ain’t no safe working environment here. People get jumped left and right but we can’t be here because…
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Because somebody in charge don’t like tag teams and hates the way we talk?
Shawn can’t believe his ears.
Shawn Worley: That can’t be it, can it?
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Hey man, look at the “tag team division.” Sin City Knights ain’t really a team most of the time. Fraser Freeman gets booked solo, Silver Baron gets booked solo, Craven and Skylar do as well and so does this Protector guy. K.I.S.S. been getting booked solo too, especially Bethany Kenyon. Dark Camelot was sposed to be a walking stable of nothing but tag teams and now they all gone after only really having Stalker knight getting booked much. There was that Japanese team, Rising Sun Dynasty, that lasted a hot minute. Bene Elohim gets booked about as often as Sang Réal do so I would say it’s pretty damned evident that somebody here don’t give a rat’s ass about the tag team or whether it comes off well at all.
Shawn’s eyes go wide.
Shawn Worley: Oh my god, Cam…
Cameron pauses, looking momentarily confused.
Cameron Worley: What, Shawn?
Shawn nods to the camera.
Shawn Worley: We just agreed with something Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown said.
Cameron ponders this and then nods in disgust.
Cameron Worley: Feels dirty, don’t it?
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: I’d really like that feeling to go away.
Camron nods.
Cameron Worley: Me too and I’d really like to know what all these Freebird Rule rumors are doing swirling around?
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: Yo, that be some bullshit, Man!
Cameron nods his agreement without looking away from the camera.
Cameron Worley: At least Sang Réal understands that “Cornbread” is one damn word as opposed to the guy in this damn match. The Silver Baron didn’t seem to understand that even as he was dismissing us the same way Sang Réal did by talking about hillbillies and incest.
Shawn starts to laugh.
Shawn Worley: Don’t forget farms…
Cameron nods as if he knew that was coming.
Cameron Worley: You’re right, Baron, we HAVE heard that a million times before. Maybe more because literally every opponent we have ever faced in this goddamn business does that. They ALL dismiss us as dirty…
Shawn nods as they go down the list.
Shawn Worley: Unwashed…
Nod.
Cameron Worley: Inbred…
Nod.
Shawn Worley: Uneducated…
Nod.
Cameron Worley: Unworthy because we were born poor…
Nod.
Shawn Worley: Undertrained…
Nod.
Cameron Worley: Untalented hacks that are just going to get destroyed because we are who we are and our opponents ain’t that, thus they must be better by default and then when they lose, they say they made other people care about us.
Shawn almost laughs.
Shawn Worley: Ask them rich boys!
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Damn right ask Sang Réal. Hey rich boys, hold my dick…
Shawn Worley: Cause you can suck it!
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: But enough about them. They’re not in this match, I suppose because we beat them at Searing Agony and somebody decided they were more suited to commentary than anything else.
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: Well, they wasn’t exactly wrong, was they?
Cameron shakes his head.
Cameron Worley: No, I spose they was sho nuff right on that one. I’m tired of this bullshit! I’m tired of the tag team division being treated like the redheaded stepchild of the company and I’m tired of jackasses talking shit about us because of shit that ain’t in our control when it comes to this fucking company! Sang Réal is pissed because they ain’t in this damn match? Too fucking bad, at least they been letting you in the damn building! You got beat straight-up at Searing Agony whether you want to admit it or not and the Sin City Knights earned them a title shot coming into here as well. The only problem there is this ain’t the Sin City Knights. It’s the Silver Baron and some new guy ain’t never earned shit! The Sin City Knights, officially, is still just the Silver Baron and Fraser Freeman. Skylar, Craven and this Protector guy, they might be saying they is, but they ain’t officially anything because none of you could be assed to add anything. The Sin City Knights is a formidable tag team only, that’s all it is. It’s never been expanded into a stable anywhere but in y’all’s own minds and half the time, it don’t even seem like y’all have thought that much out.
Shawn nods glaring right next to his brother.
Shawn Worley: Shit yeah, I’m sick of all of that and the fact that Sang Réal just can’t seem to move on. We got them twice now and they seem to be fixated on us like we’re hot chicks that turned them down after they wooed us with everything they had and just fell short. Guys, move on already, theys other fish in the damn sea! And the Freebird Rule, stop trying to rape the memory of the greatest tag team to ever march down the pike! Ain’t nobody gonna match Michael “PS” Hayes and Terry “Bam Bam” Gordy and ain’t nobody ever gonna match the third wheel the way Buddy “Jack” Roberts no matter who the hell this Big Bossman hugging the Shield jackass is! There’s only two members of the Sin City Knights and even if there were more, it’s only a two man championship. It ain’t make up your own damn rules as you go!
Cameron nods his agreement.
Cameron Worley: Y’all keep talking, all of y’all… just keep talking. We’ll keep showing up for week and we’ll fight whenever we get the chance. This our chance to shut each and every one of y’all up and prove that the tag team division deserves way more love than it’s gotten and that whoever was keeping us off the show was damn right we were too dangerous for internet streaming! That leash is off boys and now you get to see how the Cornbread Mafia does things. Real team or no, we’re walking into this match to shut the baron’s mouth and to make the Protector wish he stayed his ass at home! We is the Cornbread Mafia, American by birth…
Shawn Worley: And Southern by the grace of God!
Cameron Worley: Oh y’all gotta be kidding me...
With his thick South Carolina accent hanging in the air, Cameron just shakes his head.
Cameron Worley: You mean you finally realize we’s still alive?
Sitting there next to his brother, Shawn shakes his head too.
Shawn Worley: Is they serious?
Cameron nods and the two stand up.
Cameron Worley: Pardon us, ladies, apparently we need a minute here.
Carmen and Reya nod as Cameron and Shawn make their way over to a side brick wall of the establishment, making sure they’re out of the way.
Cameron Worley: So you ain’t gonna be like everybody else and give us shit for not appearing often as if it’s our choice?
The camera shakes back and forth.
Shawn Worley: Least they got that going for them.
Cameron nods angrily.
Cameron Worley: We’ve done come to every damn show and every damn show we get told the same damn thing…
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: Go home, you ain’t needed this week.
Cameron stares off to the left, stunned disbelief
Cameron Worley: Ain’t needed…
Shawn nods like he needs to hear it again too.
Shawn Worley: Ain’t needed...
Cameron shakes his head in disgust before looking back into the camera.
Cameron Worley: And then, just to make it even better, we’re escorted away and actually driven to the airport to make sure we don’t hang around and do nothing else. They said we don’t help…
He pauses and glances to his brother.
Cameron Worley: What was the big word they used?
Shawn grins.
Shawn Worley: Facilitate...
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Right, they said we don’t…
He nods to his brother again.
Shawn Worley: Facilitate…
Cameron just glares forward.
Cameron Worley: A safe work environment…
Both brothers just shake their heads.
Cameron Worley: We don’t…
He nods to his brother who quickly follows.
Shawn Worley: Facilitate…
Cameron picks up right away.
Cameron Worley: A safe working environment because of what happened with us and the happy rich boys even though, if you just watch the show there ain’t no safe working environment here. People get jumped left and right but we can’t be here because…
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Because somebody in charge don’t like tag teams and hates the way we talk?
Shawn can’t believe his ears.
Shawn Worley: That can’t be it, can it?
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Hey man, look at the “tag team division.” Sin City Knights ain’t really a team most of the time. Fraser Freeman gets booked solo, Silver Baron gets booked solo, Craven and Skylar do as well and so does this Protector guy. K.I.S.S. been getting booked solo too, especially Bethany Kenyon. Dark Camelot was sposed to be a walking stable of nothing but tag teams and now they all gone after only really having Stalker knight getting booked much. There was that Japanese team, Rising Sun Dynasty, that lasted a hot minute. Bene Elohim gets booked about as often as Sang Réal do so I would say it’s pretty damned evident that somebody here don’t give a rat’s ass about the tag team or whether it comes off well at all.
Shawn’s eyes go wide.
Shawn Worley: Oh my god, Cam…
Cameron pauses, looking momentarily confused.
Cameron Worley: What, Shawn?
Shawn nods to the camera.
Shawn Worley: We just agreed with something Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown said.
Cameron ponders this and then nods in disgust.
Cameron Worley: Feels dirty, don’t it?
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: I’d really like that feeling to go away.
Camron nods.
Cameron Worley: Me too and I’d really like to know what all these Freebird Rule rumors are doing swirling around?
Shawn shakes his head.
Shawn Worley: Yo, that be some bullshit, Man!
Cameron nods his agreement without looking away from the camera.
Cameron Worley: At least Sang Réal understands that “Cornbread” is one damn word as opposed to the guy in this damn match. The Silver Baron didn’t seem to understand that even as he was dismissing us the same way Sang Réal did by talking about hillbillies and incest.
Shawn starts to laugh.
Shawn Worley: Don’t forget farms…
Cameron nods as if he knew that was coming.
Cameron Worley: You’re right, Baron, we HAVE heard that a million times before. Maybe more because literally every opponent we have ever faced in this goddamn business does that. They ALL dismiss us as dirty…
Shawn nods as they go down the list.
Shawn Worley: Unwashed…
Nod.
Cameron Worley: Inbred…
Nod.
Shawn Worley: Uneducated…
Nod.
Cameron Worley: Unworthy because we were born poor…
Nod.
Shawn Worley: Undertrained…
Nod.
Cameron Worley: Untalented hacks that are just going to get destroyed because we are who we are and our opponents ain’t that, thus they must be better by default and then when they lose, they say they made other people care about us.
Shawn almost laughs.
Shawn Worley: Ask them rich boys!
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: Damn right ask Sang Réal. Hey rich boys, hold my dick…
Shawn Worley: Cause you can suck it!
Cameron nods.
Cameron Worley: But enough about them. They’re not in this match, I suppose because we beat them at Searing Agony and somebody decided they were more suited to commentary than anything else.
Shawn shrugs.
Shawn Worley: Well, they wasn’t exactly wrong, was they?
Cameron shakes his head.
Cameron Worley: No, I spose they was sho nuff right on that one. I’m tired of this bullshit! I’m tired of the tag team division being treated like the redheaded stepchild of the company and I’m tired of jackasses talking shit about us because of shit that ain’t in our control when it comes to this fucking company! Sang Réal is pissed because they ain’t in this damn match? Too fucking bad, at least they been letting you in the damn building! You got beat straight-up at Searing Agony whether you want to admit it or not and the Sin City Knights earned them a title shot coming into here as well. The only problem there is this ain’t the Sin City Knights. It’s the Silver Baron and some new guy ain’t never earned shit! The Sin City Knights, officially, is still just the Silver Baron and Fraser Freeman. Skylar, Craven and this Protector guy, they might be saying they is, but they ain’t officially anything because none of you could be assed to add anything. The Sin City Knights is a formidable tag team only, that’s all it is. It’s never been expanded into a stable anywhere but in y’all’s own minds and half the time, it don’t even seem like y’all have thought that much out.
Shawn nods glaring right next to his brother.
Shawn Worley: Shit yeah, I’m sick of all of that and the fact that Sang Réal just can’t seem to move on. We got them twice now and they seem to be fixated on us like we’re hot chicks that turned them down after they wooed us with everything they had and just fell short. Guys, move on already, theys other fish in the damn sea! And the Freebird Rule, stop trying to rape the memory of the greatest tag team to ever march down the pike! Ain’t nobody gonna match Michael “PS” Hayes and Terry “Bam Bam” Gordy and ain’t nobody ever gonna match the third wheel the way Buddy “Jack” Roberts no matter who the hell this Big Bossman hugging the Shield jackass is! There’s only two members of the Sin City Knights and even if there were more, it’s only a two man championship. It ain’t make up your own damn rules as you go!
Cameron nods his agreement.
Cameron Worley: Y’all keep talking, all of y’all… just keep talking. We’ll keep showing up for week and we’ll fight whenever we get the chance. This our chance to shut each and every one of y’all up and prove that the tag team division deserves way more love than it’s gotten and that whoever was keeping us off the show was damn right we were too dangerous for internet streaming! That leash is off boys and now you get to see how the Cornbread Mafia does things. Real team or no, we’re walking into this match to shut the baron’s mouth and to make the Protector wish he stayed his ass at home! We is the Cornbread Mafia, American by birth…
Shawn Worley: And Southern by the grace of God!
