We open up in a lockerroom. It's a couple of days after the hype video which featured 2 men in a swamp and both men are present. The taller of the 2, David Stone by name, is currently sorting through his kit bag on a bench with a bottle of Pepsi sat on the floor by his left foot. Stone wears pretty much what you'd expect to see him wear, a black leather jacket, black jeans, a black plain T-shirt, a pair of motorbike boots and his trademark Ray ban sunglasses. His long dark hair is tied up in a ponytail and hangs down his back passed his shoulders. His shorter blond friend, Ronnie Cage, wears a pair of blue jeans held up by a leather belt with a Linerd Skynerd belt buckle, a black "Support southern rock" T-shirt and a pair of confederate converse allstars. On his shaggy blond hair rests his usual Stetson cowboy hat and he is looking something up on his mobile phone. (I'm English, so it's a mobile, not a cell).

Stone stretches his arms and then reaches down, taking up the bottle of Pepsi. Uncapping the bottle, the fizz of the gas in the soda can be heard as he takes a large swig then sighs deeply in satisfaction as he replaces the cap and places the bottle back on the floor. He then stretches his arms above his head once more before speaking.

"Man, why the fuck did you make me drive most of the way here? I really should've brought my car or ridden my Harley instead of that hunk of shit you call a car."

Cage smirks slightly before placing his phone back in his pocket and then responding.

"Don't yew start on ma car again David or Ah'll be forced tew shut yew up mahself. Besides, yew know that car's a classic American muscle car and Ah plan on dewing it up when Ah can."

Stone groans at this news. His dislike of Ronnie's Dodge plain on his face.

"Dude, that pile of rust ain't worth the money you've ploughed into it so far. Why bother trying to restore it?"

"Pile of rust? Pile of rust? Is that what yew think? Ma Dodge is in much better condition than your beat up Chevrolet, and yew know it."

"Hey, my car's got character, runs better than that antique of yours and is 30 years younger. Just because I could never part with my first car is no need to insult me."

Cage laughs and Stone smirks. Cages expression then turns serious as he turns his head to focus on his friend who is still sorting through his kit bag.

"Well, that's beside the point. Ah've just seen the card and we got ourselves a nice little gentle intro tonight."

"Yeah, what's that then? Anything taxing?"

"Nah, we got us a tag match against that Fat Barney dude and some chick Ah've never heard of."

David stops what he's doing and pulls out his own phone. 

"Let's see if we can find anything out about our mystery girl. What's her name?" 

"Nami" 

David nods and starts searching on his phone. What he finds is so shocking that if it was possible for him to stay standing and have his jaw touch the ground,
it probably would. 

"Ron, I don't even know where to start.” 

"What dew yew mean, David?" 

"Well first off, she's a pirate. A bloody fucking pirate, Ronnie!" 

"Pirate? Like peg-legged, eye-patch wearing, shiver me timbers?" 

David starts to laugh. 

"I have no fucking clue. But that's the least of it. Check out this picture though." 

Finally, Ronnie understands. He sits down next to David with that same look of sheer confusion mixed with shock. 

"Look at those things! Her tits are bigger than her fucking head! What size are those? Triple Z?" 

"Careful, Ron. She could pin either of us easily with one of those." 

"No, but seriously. Ah think one of her tits is half the size of her fat partner!" 

"Well then, I guess he's not fat by comparison, is he?" 

"Okay, so they're a team, and we're a team, and as long as we can avoid getting crushed by them, we might stand a chance?" 

"Not even. He's been here a while, she's a newcomer. As far as I know, they've never even met, and she's a child! Well, not literally, that Dolly girl is
literally a child, but this Nami is 21. We've been a tag team almost as long as she's been alive." 

"Right, so we don't worry about her, just her fat slob of a partner? Walk in the park. When we win this, Ah'm going tew take a pin and see if Ah can pop
that chick's tits. Ah really wonder what kind of sound they'll make." 

"Avoid getting crushed, let the fat guy Barney the dinosaur tire himself out, and show them what Bad Attitude is all about." 

Ronnie starts to rile himself up as he paces around the locker room. 

"Yew know something, David? Ah almost feel bad fore this place. They have no idea what's coming. Ah don't just want tew win this match, Ah want tew make
an example out of our opponent. Ah don't want tew leave them bruised, Ah want tew leave them broken and bloodied. Ah don't want tew put the fear of God
in them, because that's not good enough. Ah want them tew fear us! Ah am Satan's Superior, and yew are the Personification of Perfection! Tewgether, we
are worse than anything this place has ever seen. Yew found us a new kingdom tew rule, and Ah think it's time tew get tew work."     

Nodding, Stone smirks at his long time best friend and partner.

"You know what? Damn fucking skippy it is. It's time the XWF learned who they're fucking dealing with."

Stone then removes his sunglasses and places them in the left breast pocket of his jacket. In his eyes, there's a cold, intense light as he glares off into the distance, bringing his mind to bare on the task ahead.

"For years, we've been wrestling. I've been wrestling as long as this fake pirate with obviously surgically enhanced mammory glands has been alive and if they thin that they can defeat 2 of the greatest wrestlers, let alone tag team wrestlers of the last 20 fucking years, then they have yet another thing coming."

With that, Stone removes a packet of Marlborough Red cigarettes from his pocket. Taking one, he steps toward the door, placing it in his mouth and removing a lighter from his other pocket.

End of thread.

Ooc: Sorry, I had to wait for my partner to email part of this, hence why I said he was to continue it. Post written by David Stone and Ronnie Cage with the express permition of each handler to use each other's character.