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WHAM!
The sound of flesh slamming into wood greets us. It’s a familiar sound to any wrestling fan. Our scene opens in a dingy warehouse, a wrestling ring set up amidst the dusty surroundings. In the ring is Blaze Claymore, laying in the center with Patience Montgomery stalking around him.
“Again.”
The voice is cold, yet familiar. Jacob Mephisto stands outside the ring, his arms crossed as his pale, gray eyes assess what he sees in the ring.
“We did well last time. But if we’re going to be fighting together, we need to be better.”
Blaze breathes hard for a moment, but pushes himself up. He begins to circle with Patience again.
“I heard about your radio interview.”
Blaze doesn’t answer, his focus is trained on Patience’s movements.
“I thought it went pretty well. Right up until the end.”
Blaze stutter-steps and Patience drills him across the jaw with a forearm.
“Focus.”
Blaze shakes his head, trying to regain his focus. He steps in again.
“I also heard about what happened after they cut the feed to the show. What was it that set you off? Blaze Cuckold?”
Blaze stutter-steps again, but this time, when Patience steps in, he catches her arm and brings her down violently into a fujiwara armbar.
Patience cries out and taps, but Blaze keeps the hold on.
“Enough.”
Mephisto’s voice carries enough authority and weight that it gets through. Blaze releases the hold, looking just a little ashamed as he does. Mephisto smiles.
“Good. Hold on to that. You’re going to need it.”
Later…
Jacob Mephisto sits across from Decius Montgomery, the familiar chessboard between them. Decius’ eyes scan the board, looking for an opening.
“Remember, Decius, think ahead, not in the moment.”
Decius frowns, one eyebrow raising.
“Isn’t that the opposite of what you’re teaching Blaze, father?”
Mephisto smirks, the cold, gray eyes glittering with malicious approval.
“Very observant. Mr. Claymore gets inside his own head too much. He needs to think in the moment. He needs to be reactive. It’s what makes him strong. He…”
“Checkmate.”
Mephisto’s eyes whip downward to the chessboard. He smiles, looking back to Decius.
“Oh, well done, child. Well done.”
Later Still…
We’ve seen this setup before. Jacob Mephisto sits in front of a black backdrop, emblazoned with the HOW logo. He looks into the camera with those pale, gray eyes.
“Last week, the eGG Bandits learned why they should bother to focus on their opponents. Last week, the wrestling world got a taste of what Blaze Claymore can do.”
He sighs.
“And here we are again. Mr. Hollywood is more concerned with being paired with a hated rival than anything else. You would think that after watching us in the ring, our opponents would find a way to coexist. You would think they would simply deal with their issues later. But, here we are.”
Mephisto cracks his neck side to side.
“What will it take for all of you to learn? What will it take for you to realize that the SHOOT Project is a threat. Those tag team championships? Are going to belong to a pair of outsiders. How does that make you feel? If you’re indifferent? If you’re more focused on who your partner is? If you don’t know who we are and don’t care to find out? You’re going to get your head kicked in. Just ask Bobby Dean.”
He smirks, the gesture never reaching those eyes.
“That’s not to say you gentlemen aren’t talented. I’m sure you’re here for a reason. But, here’s the thing. Blaze Claymore is hungry for success. I’m going to feed him. And me? Well, I’m simply here to cause chaos. How? Well, I’m going to take the HOW Tag Team Championships and bring them back to the SHOOT Project.”
Hours Later…
Jacob Mephisto stands with Blaze Claymore, leaning against the ring apron on the outside of the ring.
“You’ve got potential, Blaze. You really do. But, we’re not there yet. I’ve let you drive a little bit here. I’ve let you call us ‘The Bad Guys.’ Now, it’s my turn. If we’re going to fight together, we’re going to look the part.”
Patience enters the scene, a box under her arm. She hands it off to Mephisto, who opens it. He pulls out a pair of dark green tights, similar to what Mephisto wears regularly. Blaze takes a long look at the green tights.
“Well, this is embarrassing. I mean, I appreciate the gesture. But, I had a similar idea!”
Blaze reaches under the ring, bringing out a box of his own and hands it to Mephisto. Mephisto opens it and pulls out a hideous green singlet with “The Bad Guys” scrawled across it in white lettering.
“You can’t be serious.”
Blaze shrugs his shoulders.
“I mean, I think you could pull it off.”
Mephisto shakes his head.
“Tell you what, let’s just wear our normal stuff. We’ll work this part out later. For now, show me what you’ve learned. Patience! Decius!”
The Twins climb into the ring and Blaze cocks his head to the side.
“Two on one?”
Mephisto shrugs back.
“Show me what you’ve learned. Or do you want to keep the name Blaze Cuck-“
Blaze doesn’t even hesitate. He rolls into the ring and charges.
Mephisto smiles.
Black.