(03-10-2024, 06:14 PM)Thunder Knuckles™ Said:

Bobby and TK look at each other. TK shrugs like he’s Shawn Warstein on any random Tuesday afternoon. Bobby walks away much to TK's surprise.

Hey, where the fuck are you going?

Bobby walks back holding a puppet and a fiddle.

Here, put your hand up this guy’s hole and have him play fiddle.

Oh, Fuck you.

TK grabs the puppet, then the violin, and throws it off camera. We hear glass shatter, a cat meow, and then an explosion.

It’s Isaiah’s kink man, he keeps just putting it out there like Tarantino does with foot shots in his movies.

Wait… What you're saying the rassler formerly known as King is a foot shot in a Tarantino movie? I'd say he's more a deleted scene than anything. Much like tag team rasslin’ at March Madness.

Oh, deleted scene? You mean the Tag Team Championship match at March Madness! Of all the talk that Pantheon lays down, of all the gold Isaiah says he has, and there’s zero tag team competition at the big show in Minneapolis? I mean, shit, we’re here, for fucks sake, we weren’t gone, and not a soul thought about defending the Tag Team Championship Belts?

I couldn't think of a better time to face… Wait what's their tag team name?

I don't fucking know? I’ma call them The Candy Bar Boys.

Well, Candy Bar Boys? What the fuck do ya say? Let's make the match Them No Good Bastards versus Team Candy Crush.

Jimmy's voice can be heard in the background.

It’s actually Crucible.

The fuck does that even mean?

It means-

TK glares toward Jimmy off-camera.

Shut the fuck up, Jimmy, for fucks sake.

They can be Crucible, Candy Bar Boys, or whatever crap they want to be called, they won’t defend their belts at March Madness. Hell, Isaiah’s just standing around typing here and there, could you imagine having to watch more of him?

It’s probably for the best considering absolutely no one, outside of Ned, wants to watch him anyway.

You’re right!

Them No Good Bastards then engage in some of the most exciting shit ever. You're completely wowed as the scene fades to black.

"Boo hoo, more people have watched me fight since the year started than your redneck ass could count to, so I'll cut you some slack. At least Pantheon came off quite the showing at the Royal, why do you deserve shit TK? Go face three other tag teams, maybe defeat Pantheon and then come knocking for a Tag Title shot.

Just cos we stole it off your partner and his mistress without having to earn a shot doesn't mean you don't have to. They clearly forgot what it means to be ontop. We're the champs, your sorry part-time ass will have to earn a chance to stand in our ring.

I hear 711s got a discount on water-based lubricant if you two every get dry jerking each other off, by the way, must be a right bore to sound like one person when two are speaking - do either of you have individual personalities or are you both just Billy Ray Cyrus meets Angry Cokehead? Is that the collective inbred consciousness speaking, perhaps?"

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Now go wrestle you fat chunk o' lard, the Prince thinks to himself.