Time for a Change (C.I.A. vs. Darkness)

[Mike Corral]

We cut to a gym where Twizted and Matthews are working out, concentrating on the task at hand: the Tag Team Titles. Both men look exhausted and stop the machinesa befre taking a breather.

Twizted: Finally, after over a month, we got our revenge on those two. And DAMN! does it feel good!

Matthews: Tell me about it. And not only did we get revenge, we're facing the tag champs for the titles on TNT.

Twizted: And once we win, nothing can stop us from going farther.

Matthews: And yet......does it seem like we're missing something?

Twizted: Like what? We got the moves, the skills, and the talent. What do we need?

Matthews: .......I got it! Dude, we need a tag name. Like Darkness, or Red Rover.

Twizted: Well.....how about the C.I.A.?

Matthews: Why the C.I.A.?

Twizted: Because, you know te saying "brothers in arms"? Well, we're "cousin's in arms:, and thaqt's C.I.A.

Matthews: Awesomeness. Now come on, we want to be ready for Darkness come TNT.

Twizted: Yeah, I guess you're right. Let's go.

Both men go back to working out for the match as we fade out....

(OOC: Just a starter promo. I'll get another one up either by tonight or tomorrow)

[AFalseSinn]

*It seems like every time I Rp Van Risen is involved, doesnt that seem odd. O' wait, thats how its supposed to go, Shit, I should pay more attention.

Van is "chillin" sitting in a walk in fridge/freezer thing, not sure where I got one of them, but ive decided it will be a sweet spot to do an RP....Van seems on edge already, pacing around and not even to stay warm, he rubs his mask violently and tinges of rage sparkle in his eyes*


Van: ALRIGHT! Listen up you little piss ants, its begining to become very clear that everyone is a bit on the stupid side when it comes to me and my sneakily dark tag team buddie. So i thought i would take this time to make it very clear.

You step in that ring......you stand in front of us.....WE HURT YOU!

now for you some of you slow brained folks its probably still not making sense. I think you guys should sit down and watch some tapes.....i think you can find the play button....thats it, put the tape in the hole that is about the same size. there you go now push it in and let it start playing.

you forgot to hook it to a tv didint you? well then i guess ill just have to keep explaining sadly.

Shadow and I happen to like hurting people, and we happen to like being tag team champions. and more then hurting regular people we like to hurt morons who want our straps.
Twizty tie and My Shoes have worked tehre way to next in line....and sadly they will have to find out that after all that hard work they will just end up layed out on the mat begging for one of us to let go, or taking a nap for the three count.

so while all of you are out there buying tickets expecting to see a nice little wrestling match for some titles.....what you will really see is two monsters dismantiling a few little kids a bit over there heads.

In case you havent figured out, we pull the strings around here, all of your fates are chosen by the man with the strings......me!



*screen quickly fades to the black screen with the hand and silver strings in it*

[The Shadow]

Change; to replace with another, to make shift from one to another, to undergo transformation, transition, or substitution. Change is the word used to denote the transition that occurs when going from one state to another. To state the coming of a time where an event is to occur where things are altered to make different, to pass from the possession of one owner to that of another.

Shadow quickly closes the book in his hands. The front of the book reads Merriam-Webster Dictionary as Shadow carefully places the book on the table in front of him, the camera coming into full focus where the man sits alone in a chair beside a dining table. Shadow's tag team title lies atop the dining table, the gold glinting slightly off the light from the camera.

I brought this out, and read the definition of change because there was a statement made... This statement was a change is about to occur, so I thought it best that everyone was aware of what change actually meant before using it so freely in their speak. Afterall, in the end, I would want to help people avoid embarrassment for making a promise they couldn't keep... Hang on, that's a good one...

The Shadow reaches out and grabs the dictionary off the table again and opens it to where he had change bookmarked. Shadow flips forward a couple dozen pages and stares at the book in front of him for a moment before continuing.

Em-bar-rass. To place in doubt, perplexity, or difficulties, to cause to experience a state of self-conscious distress. Embarrass implies some influence that impedes thought, speech, or action. Interesting...

The Shadow doesn't close the book, but instead places it facing upward back on the table and looks back to the camera.

Now all my life I've been mistaken for being somebody I'm not. I'm sure even now, people mistake me for being a bad guy when in truth, I'm anything but one. I wouldn't want to embarrass the two of you cousins, and even though my partner Van and I may do just that inside the ring, I just wanted to save you the humiliation outside of it... Humiliation. Let's look that up!

The Shadow grabs the dictionary and flips through the pages until he gets to the H section, then tabs through it for a moment or two before he continues with his speech.

Hu-mil-i-ate. To reduce to a lower position in one's own eyes or others' eyes, not proud or haughty : not arrogant or assertive, reflecting, expressing, or offered in a spirit of deference or submission, ranking low in a hierarchy or scale.

The Shadow stops for a moment.

Ranking low in a hierarchy or scale? Sounds scarily accurate to what will happen to the two of you, after you face the two of us. Why, this book can tell the future! Why don't I flip to the next and final word the two of you will want to learn... Let's see here... No not that word... A ha! Here it is!

The Shadow slams his finger on a page in the dictionary.

Loss... The act of losing possession.. No not quite... An instance of losing, getting closer. The harm or privation resulting from loss or separation... Not that. The power diminution of a circuit or circuit element corresponding to conversion of electrical energy into heat by resistance... Um... Definately not. Ah here we go! Failure to gain, win, obtain, or utilize. That describes your situation this Tuesday, Cousins In Arms. You see, the two of you, while you may have had a lucky week last week winning cars and gaining revenge, are about to hit a road block. Van Risen and I aren't tag team champions for show, we're tag champs that will proudly defend our titles against all comers, and lose them against none.

The Shadow tosses the dictionary on the table, it making a thud as he does so.

CIA... One word of advise. Don't come to TNT with winning the belts in mind.

The Shadow gets off the chair, and moves to the camera his eyes looking dead into it.

Come with the mindset of leaving in one piece...

Cut.

[Mike Corral]

We fade into a WPW logo, as Twizted and Chris Matthews are preparing for their interview. They seem in a less-than serious move as Twizted turns to one of the stagehands.

Twizted: So, when do we start the promo?

Stage Hand: In about 1 minute.

Twizted: Cool, thanks.

Twizted turns back to Matthews, who looks like he's flirting with a female stagehand.

Twizted: CHRIS!!!

Chris turns back to see Twizted a little bit annoyed at the fact that he's flirting rather than preparing.

Chris: Oh, right. I'll call you later.

The female stagehand walks away as Chris turns to Twizted.

Chris: What? *Twizted looks at him in disbelief vbefore pointing at the camera* Oh. That.

Twizted: We got about 20 seconds, so get ready dammit.

Chris: Alright, alright. C'mon.

Chris and Twizted start jumping around before looking at the camera.

Stagehand: 5...4....3.....2....1.....Go.

Twizted: Van Risen....Shadow......you two seem to think that we fear you. That we're scared of you. I'm going to say this right now, to make sure you know what's happening: WE DON'T FUCKING FEAR YOU. We fear only one person, and he is God. Last time I checked, you aren't God. You are merely men, and men can be hurt, they can be beaten, and they can lose. You two will lose, and we will become new tag team champions. Champions hat will defend belts with honor and prestige. Champions who defend the belts no matter who the opponents are. You two may have set the bar for all the other tag team champions, but we're going to raise it when we beat you at Turmoil.

Matthews: Boys, we feel it's necessary to warn you about what's going to happen at Tumoil, because you deserve to know. First, we'll pick one of you and start to weaken him. After that, we'll hit him with a finisher and watch as he slowly loses conscioussness. As soon as the other tries to stop us, we'll take care of him and knock him out of the ring before we become new tag team champions. And do you know what's funny? There's not a damn thing you two can do to stop us. All you can do is watch as we reign supreme and you slowly drift to nothingness. It's destiny boys. And there's not a damn thing you can do to stop it.

Twizted looks into the camera with anger in his eyes.

Twizted: Doesn't it hurt when there's nothing you can do to stop destiny? It just coems right at you, like a car forever changing your life. See you at TNT.

Fade Out.

[AFalseSinn]

*Van sits in a church, its dark like churches tend to be when alot of people arnt present, which is how churches should be. candles and crap are lit and some preacher looking dude is wandering around helping some random praying people.*


Van: Ok........ok......I mean wow, i cant even imagine how much your grandparents must wish they would have decided to stop to children short so that you two would have never been born.

You fear god? You fear something that could be as real as Big Foot or Nessy. We are talking about a mythical being that could even be more unrealistic then those two creatures, at least somone took the time to create photos of those, not a single person....well besides crazy painters with mental problems.....have claimed to have a picture of god.

do you guys happen to have a collection of potato chips with "mother" mary family all in a row with that stupid picture of "jesus" with his white skin and long flowing soft brown/blonde hair.

your smarts are amazing kids, really they are.


*the pastor like guy walks his way over, with a not very happy look on his face, he puts his fingers to his lips and makes a shush noise....Van smiles to him then speaks to the camera again*


Van: Anyways onto a better point, no more rants about religion.
We can all sit around and have a pissing contest about how good we are at kicking asses and who will walk out of TNT with this title in there hands, when i find a much better way to find the answer is to just go out and kick the shit out of people till they just decide you can keep it.....me and my wonderfully masked counterpart have found we are very good at just that.
We dont have to talk a big game, we usually keep pretty quite most of the time, saying the occasional funny thing or odd remark or rant about jesus and his ruffles bag of freinds.

But recent events have made me open my mouth far more then I like to, and now moving on to this weeks match against the CBS crew or whatever they are, twanker and Mattress has me speaking quite a bit again when i would much rather be in the ring already showing them why I have a bit of gold around me right now, and why everyone else hasnt managed to do a damn thing about it.

weather god is real or not, that still makes you puppets, doesnt even change who pulls the strings, because I am a higher force......I am the thing looming over you, the laughter in your head when you fall down, the cheer of the crowd when you get pinned. I am every dark little corner in your room, the feeling of eyes watching you, the cold chill on a hot summer day, the sudden downpour of rain......I am your end children.....I am one half of the WPW tag team nightmare!


*the pastor wanker comes back and has an angry look on his face, Van stands and looms slightly over him, he looks down into his eyes and the Priest turns and walks off in a rush before Van slowly and calmly walks out of the church into the dark*