The sun beats down onto the faces of Chris Macbeth and Monika as they lay on the beach catching some rays. Chris loved Hawaii, Hawaii is for winners. Monika is in a tiny bikini that only just covers her private parts and Chris isn't ashamed to admit, he can't help but sneak a peek of his friend from under his dark sun glasses. What a better way to prepare for his next match.

With his head phones in his ears he just relaxes and listens to his favourite talksport radio station keeping up to date with all the news from the sports world back home. It seems that Manchester United may have sacked their Dutch manager Luis Van Gaal despite lifting the FA Cup only a couple of days ago. Chris listens as fans phone into the station some with excitement some with annoyance of what had transpired over the past couple of days for their beloved football club. A clip of Chris' own interview for the gorilla position podcast which is hosted by talksport plays out over the airwaves focusing on the point that it'll be Felix as Chris partner for the title defence rather than Scully.

Due to Ted and Dave clumsiness Scully can no longer compete in this next event so Chris has found a fitting punishment for the pair.

He smiles as he opens his eyes and looks over to the side of him past where Monika is soaking in the sun and can see Ted and Dave sat on deck chairs wearing nothing but matching mankini. The item of clothing that Chris has forced hem both to wear during their match on Wednesday Night. They have taken it well really seeing as they did not need to be wearing them now but have taken it upon themselves to do so.

Fair play to them.

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The leather stings my sand covered foot as I drive a long arching ball towards Dave who takes it down on his chest spectacularly shit as it bounces off him and ends up colliding with The asleep Monika causing her to wake up, lifting her glasses she gives Dave a glare that she would quite often have to give the two clowns. Dave retrieves the football and picking it up on two hands like a goal keeper throws it at Ted who wasn't concentrating and it catches him square in the face. After the initial shock disappears I watch as the two begin to wrestle each other to the ground like a couple of kids. Shaking my head I head to the beach bar to get Monika and myself a cocktail. My drink of choice for our time in Hawaii had been a nice Mojito, Monika's was a Sex on the Beach.

If only!

Returning to Monika who was now sat up watching something on her iPad I sit next to her and hand the cocktail to her and watch as she chases the straw with her tongue. I recognise the voice coming from her iPad, it's that of one of my opponents Peter Gilmour.

Chris: "What you watching?"

Monika has a sip of her drink without looking up she responds.

Monika: "He is talking about your match on Wednesday. He is an idiot if he thinks he can beat you.

I smile as she doesn't know very much about the wrestling biz but she like the rest of the world can see through the myth that is Peter Gilmour. I lean in and listen intently trying not to fall asleep to what he has to say. Eventually the dribble of a promo ended and his tag team partner had his say. Again, it was nothing more than hot air being spouted from his mouth but I decided to hear him out. At some point I'll respond to these comments but I'm really thinking right now about Monika and that smoking body sat next to me. I made a promise to my friend that is look after her after his death but at the time I had no idea that the feelings for her that I now process would manifest themselves. It is definitely what you would call a moral dilemma.

What to do!

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Makavelli and Peter "Yesterday's News" Gilmour.

The Intercontinental Champion and the former Hart Champion.

The what seems like leader of The Resistance and Mr I'm all confused about what stable I'm in.

The Resistance, The Bullet Club, The Resistance, The Bullet Club...

Who gives a fuck... Neither have the ability to live up too The Union.

Wether it's Scully and myself defending these tag team championships or Felix and myself or Scully and Felix, The Union will always reign supreme because of a few simple but effective things.

Number One is team unity. Something that has been completely apparent since the formation of both groups is that The Union are a team and act as a team should act.

Wait, what's that?

Quote:Peter: So the RESISTANCE took another hit and now we are without gold. But that all changes next Wednesday night as me and my good buddy Makavelli go for the tag titles

Pete going back to my previous point of team unity, how is it that Makavelli is your good buddy and fellow stable member but you don't appear to even care enough to realise that he is in fact Intercontinental champion. I'll tell you why... It's because you are a self-centred butch lesbian looking son of a bitch. I'll even go as far as saying what the fuck kind of crimes did your stable buddies commit to be given the sentence of having you be part of their group.

Quote:Chris beat me and now I am your FORMER 3 time XWF Hart Champion. I am NOT HAPPY about this. I can't sleep, eat or even fuck my girl without thinking about that night I lost the belt.

Mate, I'm not sure I'm ok with you thinking about me whilst trying to fuck your girl but to be fair it does show that you and your girl do have a very special bond, two peas in a pod because just like you she was probably thinking about me as well. You may have thought that disappointment in her eyes was because you were failing to perform much like you failed to perform the night I beat you for this Hart Championship, however in reality Pete, your girl was just gutted it was you trying to wriggle around on top of her with your flaccid little pecker bending and flopping around her badly wrapped kebab.

I understand you are feeling a little dejected after I took this strap from you but Peter, pull your dejected head out of your hairy ass and see the full picture because if you don't The Resistance will fail and you will fail.

You fucking numb nuts.

I can't believe it's gotten to the point where I have to give our opponents advise but fuck, I want a real challenge.

Oh and Makavelli, you like to spit them hot rhymes in your promos, try to cut your opponents down like their homos, but sit tight, because come Wednesday Night, the only thing you'll be spitting is the teeth out your mouth.

I don't claim to be a rapper so my rhymes might not be tight, but I hope you girls are ready for a fight, to take these titles your going need more than your showing.

That'll do for now, Pete and Maka we'll see you Wednesday night where we go at it again, will the straps leave with the Resistance or will the Union reign supreme, in the words of Peter"The Same Old Shit, boaring as fuck" Gilmour....
I digress.... In fact like big if these fools I'm talking absolute codswallop, their ain't no way the Union will be leaving that arena empty-handed.