There's Always a Beginning | | Unstoppable #1 | |

There's Always a Beginning | | Unstoppable #1 | | May 28, 2014 21:07:01 GMT -6 Kaiser and Lebroc Harris like this

Quote

Post by Deleted on May 28, 2014 21:07:01 GMT -6

"Oh-- did the diamonds distract you?"

Finally- we had arrived. The lead up was nice, but it was time that we made good on what I had talked about. For weeks now you've been salivating at the thought of being able to witness what I'm able to do in the ring and you'll have your chance to see it first handed at Unstoppable when the Gentlemen's Club- Daniel Bane, JR Ryan and myself square off against Hate and Peace-- or no, Love and War.

"Just kidding, that was meant to build the envy."

There I stood in front of a white Cadillac CTS, I didn't believe in 'dubs' as that ruined the class of a vehicle. Instead, stock 17" spokes decorated the vehicle and made it all the more pretty, I know you're jealous. I made sure to dress in a pretty snazzy black, tailor-made suit, no ties though-- I wasn't a lawyer. The diamond I spoke off was actually a ring I wore on my right hand, it signified how much better I was than the rest of you.

"Soon enough I'm lacing up my boots and standing across from two guys I've never heard of in an attempt to get to the next level of a tag team championship tournament. I tried to buy the titles from Danny Stevenson, he declined my offer due to 'competitive factors' which pretty much put me in a bad mood."

Taking a sip from a wine glass, I finished the last remaining bits before slamming it down in front of me-- no, not to prove a point of any kind, but rather because I never drank from the same glass twice-- who does that? Anyway, leaning back on the slick Cadi, I crossed my arms over my chest at the sun hit the lenses of my designer shades at just the right angle to make me look like a god-damned superstar.

"But you know what? I thought about it. I could sit here and cry about being forced to showcase my ability against these two guys but I won't, it costs me too much energy. Instead I'm just going to walk into the arena and ruin their day like I did to Davis Wiley.."

Cupping my hands around my mouth, I tilted my head back--

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

A random moment, from what I understood it became quite the hit across the forums. When I originally let off a 'WHOOOOOOOOOO' it was because I was TRULY ecstatic about making Davis Wiley as miserable as possible in my debut and I felt the same way towards Love & War.

"But I'm not just going to walk into Unstoppable and advance The Gentlemen's Club one step closer towards another piece of gold to add to my collection.. We're going in there to make a statement. There's NO force on God's green Earth that's as dangerous as we are-- Who's stronger than Bane? Who's quicker than me? Who's smarter than JR Ryan? We're the trifecta of perfection.. and we're not even close to showing what we're capable of doing! I've got money, I've got cars.. I've got women-- but the one thing I crave and desire, it's standing before me. Professional wrestling success is what I'm after and I'm not letting it slip away. I party hard, I live life in the fast-lane, but I also know what when I *really* want something, I'll get it."

I took a step forward, bits of glass broke beneath my alligator skinned shoes as I brushed my hands off and fixed my glasses on the bridge of my nose.

"At Unstoppable, The American Reality becomes just that-- reality. It's a catchy nickname now, but once we're through with Twiddle-Dee and Twiddle-Dum, you'll understand who we are and what we're here to do.. Whooooooooooooo."

That was a bit low-key, but it worked out well. There was times when my goofy nature got the best of me but here? It didn't. As I stood there like a fucking rockstar in my suit-- my shades, in front of a car that people DROOLED over on lots when they were window-shopping, I understood that Unstoppable was a stepping stone to achieving the success I knew I could capture. I partied hard, but I kicked ass harder-- soon enough they'll know; The Gentlemen's Club is here to stay.

There's Always a Beginning | | Unstoppable #1 | | May 29, 2014 11:39:20 GMT -6

Quote

Post by Deleted on May 29, 2014 11:39:20 GMT -6

"There are many ways to move forward, but only one way of standing still." - Franklin Roosevelt

Team Effort

Last we seen of the behemoth that was the juggernaut of the Gentleman's Club, he was a little intoxicated, spiked drink, but that's not him. He's a focused, destructive mass of a man, and there he was walking from behind the car that Roman was so proud of, rubbing it in the faces of all those jealous peons. He wore just as lavish of a suit as Roman, black on black. His black silk dress shirt alone probably cost more than most people make in a week. And don't even get started on his shades... Oh, he spoiled himself on those only the finest Dolce And Gabbana shades, golden frames, they shined like they had just a few diamonds on them, why may you ask would this kind of a man wear diamonds on his shades? I look at you and ask, why not? He sneers, his eyes tinted behind the shades, no further expression can be identified with the exception of the sneering one he already wore, "As he said, we're a combination. Speed...." He gestures toward Roman, "...And strength." Then gestures toward himself.

"In every sense of the word, we're the perfect team. And that's going to be the deciding factor in just about every match we compete in. How will you catch this man and his lighting quick speed... How can you compete with a modern day Hercules?" He nods proudly glancing over at Roman, "I turned down that roll, by the way. I had it locked it. Done deal." He sneers proudly dusting his hands off, that whole gesture, "But I decided I'd let Dwayne deface the character. Like he does everything else." Glances back at the camera looking at it with this intense look on his face. "There will be nothing left after I get my chance to crush each and every member of each ad every team the pit us against. And if you honestly think you have even a shell of a chance, nay... a ghost of a chance then 'reality' is going to smack you dead on in the face. We didn't get where we are now by losing. We aren't dressed in the finest and look like this because we fail. Who else would look better with gold than us two?" He looks at Roman, "What's the team name we're fighting this round, again? Love And War?"

He shakes his head with a look on his face that simply says it all, it says more than this description could ever say, "Well I guess we really do have out work cut out for us. I'm sure 'love' won't be too hard to endure, but I'm going to go ahead and call dibs on the 'war' half of the team. I think that'll be the better fight, anyway." He cackles carrying on, "I don't even know what to say about you two. What can be said about you two? You're nobodies. You came in here nobodies, you're competing as nobodies and that''s how it's going to end, with you being nobodies. Period."
He pulls out his mobile device, holding up a finger as he starts to thumb through it, asking everyone to just wait a moment. Maybe he thought he could honestly look through it without anyone caring, checking texts? Twitter? What was he honestly doing? Eh, hold your horses, he finished after a moment, "Just what I thought", he looks at Roman.

"Not even a single hit on Google search. And if you're on the second page of it, the you're just as badly unknown as I originally thought. The gentleman's club is built on being successful, so you can expect nothing less from us. It's obvious we have no threat from this team, so come the following round... to the team that advances to face us, be sure to bring your A-Game. Eat your Wheaties, and say your prayers, do whatever the lowly people do to get by with their mediocrity. Whatever makes you happy with being nothing, do it. Once this tournament ends, only we will be the ones left smiling. That's what we're used to, seeing people's poor pitiful face walk away with their head bowed because they couldn't afford to trump us in anyway. There is no trumping us. We're just better than all of you." With that said he turns his back on the camera, adjusting his cuff links and letting all that set into the minds of everyone, yeah it was short and sweet, but that's all it had to be. His actions will speak louder than his words. You can bank on that.