For Queen, For Country, For Coach, and For US...
Jul 21, 2019 22:38:02 GMT -5
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Post by The Revenant on Jul 21, 2019 22:38:02 GMT -5
The camera comes to life from Kyle's voice.
"We had to come home… The losses were piling up and The Red Surge wanted their money or your favorite Canuckle Heads were going to be snuffed out eh? Rick's CanuckChucks weren't bringing in the revenue we originally projected, probably due to those defeats in the ring…"
Kyle Ryder sits on a wooden bench with a dilapidated shed behind him next to a body of water, the faint sounds of a growling bear can be heard and Rick making growls of his own.
"So we had no choice but to come home to lick our wounds, strategize our next step, and to prepare ourselves for Alpha Showdown against those evil doers, the Sweet Whatevers. I for one am not very impressed with Ms. UpTightBritches… She walks around the organization speaking of HER accomplishments when in reality it is her loyal work horses who deserve the credit, not her oversized ego. Who does she think she is, America's Robert Kraft? This isn't the National Football League, princess, this is hardnosed, hard hitting professional wrestling. She is no coach to her compatriots and she will only get so far with her demeanor. The Canadian Coalition started out in these States and this organization to learn about the U.S. and to spread a positive picture for your neighbors of the north, but these sweet hearts are leaving a bad taste in our mouths. I don't want my boys to take a whipping from some ego maniac and a bunch of spineless followers. I want my boys to show why THEY were the tag division before this Ice and Knight came along. They are the heart and soul of Alpha Pro Wrestling and Alpha Showdown is going to be a night for the Canadians to stand tall."
A bear growl can be heard closer and Quinn's voice scream clearly.
"Jesus, for the love of Gretzky can you do something Rick?!"
Kyle chuckles to himself watching out past the camera.
"We all have our ways of training, dontcha know… These mindless Sweetness flag wavers probably train in the alps with no air tanks and in their skivvies… But not my boys, oh no, they train just the way their coach did, against Terrible Ted! That's it Rick, get in there buddy!"
The camera turns to see Rick wearing a ripped to shreds red and black hockey jersey with his fist held up toward a big brown bear, as Quinn bounces around behind them with his phone recording the whole thing, throwing his own advice.
"Duck and dodge, Rick! Duck and dodge!"
Rick growls at the bear and the bear returns the favor.
"You see, we still remember that first match we had with the WarSaw boys and we have replayed that massive punch to that innocent bear… We're not going to stand here and claim we can knock a bear off it's block, but we can easily dispose of two wind bags from god knows where. Can't take their overzealous pride away from them, but if for one second they can allow themselves to be apart of a humbling experience like being bested in a friendly competition, then they will grow as competitors. I mean we all answer to someone this Sunday, us RIP and the Red Surge… Sweet Anal has to answer to that power suit wearing bimbo… I mean that in the nicest way possible donchaknow…"
Rick double axe handles the bear and the bear delivers a back hand to Rick, rocking him backward into the cages enclosure.
"Shake it off, big guy! Don't let Winnie the Pooh win!"
Quinn is super animated, like a toddler six Red Bulls in.
"It'd be too easy to let Rick do all the training…"
Kyle looks above Quinn and he gives a shout out to the masked man sitting in the tree with his hand holding onto a branch with a bee hive hanging off of it.
"DAVE, LET ER RIP!"
Jobber Dave drops the branch with the beehive and all to the ground right behind Quinn and the bees come to life pissed as all can be, chasing Quinn around the shores of the water.
"Quinn is quick as a lightning strike, but he's easy to read… I don't see him super kicking a bunch of bees, that's not what this is aboot… No, this is aboot being quick on your toes and being quick in your mind. He has to anticipate the anger that these bees are bringing with them and he has to think before they sting. He has to realize he's not coming out of this without a few welts, but what will he do to keep himself from being taken out completely? We've seen how these sugary bunch attacks a situation and they were able to pull out a victory, while we were just sitting around looking at beaver porn."
Quinn bypasses diving into the water and he comes up with the idea of entering the cage with Rick and the bear.
"Separate, the boys are strong and quick, but together is where they truly shine. Someone like that Dixie Carter wannabe would make you believe that a true tag team is a sign of two weak individuals, but I'll gladly stand behind my boys in this argument. I trained them to be a team and that means they both know the role they play to secure a victory, especially when gold is on the line. Victories before a big dance can easily produce a false sense of invincibility and make someone believe they're gonna win an easy contest… Strategy is everything and this match is one that'll be won by the better prepared team… Did I spell it out right? T… E… A… M… TEAM. Quinn and Rick move in a cohesive way and that's something every team they have done this dance with has always tried to emulate. These Sweet Tarts are no different. Ice is a strong beautiful woman, at least that is what Rick hasn't stopped talking about since he popped up powerbombed her… and Drake is a kid with a lot of heart and an ego that is even bigger than his fight. This Kandi lady stands above her tag team pulling strings to get them to do her bidding and I stand behind my boys pushing them to higher heights, so do tell me… Who is truly headed in a higher trajectory, here? If we take another beating this week, I’m not going to threaten to send the boys to the mines or force them to go on a trip with Quinn’s Uncle Pheanus in Nova Scotia… No we will regroup just as we are doing and we will TRAIN, because that is what a well oiled tag team does. They don’t fight with fear as their only motivator, I’ve seen the way Kandi carries herself and it is appalling."
“Yeah, but I think she is a dynamite, fierce cougar, if you asked me…”
Kyle turns to see Rip standing behind him in his Mountie garb and a smile on his face as he watches Rick battling a bear and Quinn running around the two in the cage.
“I feel like I am speaking to a deaf man, Wolf… I mean I was clear, wasn’t I?”
Kyle grumbles a bit.
“Yes, you were crystal clear, Rip, why do you think we’ve returned to our roots of training? Look at these two out here, they’re naturally working as a team and they don’t even realize it…”
Through Quinn’s dancing around the bear and Rick, he has found a way to lure the bees into the bear and now the bear is swinging frantically at the swarm of bees. The two move away catching their collective breath. Jobber Dave opens the door and Rick and Quinn quickly escape to the outside, throwing their hands up in victory.
“And what about that kid? Is he one of yours?”
Kyle nods.
“Jobber Dave they call him… Squirrely fellow to say the least, but he is from Alberta, don’t let his history fool you, he’s not some luchador from Chihuahua, Mexico. Lots of heart and willing to do whatever he can to stand out, so I let him unofficially join up with our ranks. He carried himself pretty well in that all out hardcore match in Vegas.”
“Good, I like the idea of strengthening your ranks… Care if I try something different with your boys this week? A special approach to your little PPV match?”
Kyle looks suspiciously and then slowly nods.
“Good…”
Rip looks to Quinn, Rick, and Dave sternly, very mountain-esque.
“Front and CENTER!”
The three saunter over and stand loosely in front of Rip, causing him to turn a few shades of deep red.
“ATTENTION!”
Rip tightens up his stance and the three in front of him do the same.
“Now you Canadian Coalitioners have ONE set objective for Alpha Showdown and do you know what that might be?!”
Dave raises his hand shakedly.
“Es, win, eh?”
“WITHOUT A DOUBT, JD, WITHOUT A SHADOW OF A DOUBT!”
Dave fist bumps the air with theatrics and Rick and Quinn shares a simultaneous head shake.
“Dave you’re not in this little tag match, but I love your heart and determination! Now you TWO!”
Rip points to Rick and Quinn.
“You are a great team, a natural team who have earned your stripes in the great north, but these silver spoon fondling, above it all, ego maniacs will never see you as true competition! They come from other companies and they have a long list of accomplishments, that for some reason means something to someone, somewhere of importance… They have a heckling hyena feeding them lies to make them feel invincible, but are you going to let her WIN?!”
Together, RIck and Quinn reply.
“NO SIR!”
Rip slows everything down for a second.
“Now, I just told Wolf that I am going to try something different this week with you two, because this team you are facing shows independence enough to speak up their own game, so to speak… SO this week instead of your coach doing all the talking about your strategy and yours truly hijacking your feed to do the same thing… I want you boys to shoot from the hip on these jabbawockeez! Can you do that?”
The two nod slowly and we cut away for a second, returning to Rick sitting in front of a camera still wearing his ripped up jersey. Rip counts down and then points to Rick, signalling him to go.
“Heya hosers, one and all, it is your favorite Rage Machine, Ravenous Rick Rage and I’m coming to you live from Toronto, Canada.”
Rip cuts him off.
“No, try again, give me that Rage, Rick!”
Rick sits up a bit on the bench and cracks his neck before talking again.
“Sweet Anal, you’re going to learn what kind of PAIN, RAVENOUS RICK RAGE HAS FOR YOU! I’m going to take you ICE and I’m going to bend you like a… Cute, seductive, and a lil notty…”
Rip places his hands on his hips and turns a few darker shades of red.
“What was I saying? I blacked out for a second…”
Rip rolls his eyes.
“Okay, how about you change your focus to Drake?”
Rick slaps his hands together and then cracks them before talking.
“Drake Knight, you are a big man, but did you just witness me going to toe to toe with freakin’ Kodiak bear? Needless to say, Ravenous Rick Rage don’t scare easily, ya hoser. I’ve destroyed plenty of people with my spear and I’ll gladly add you to that long list, as well buddy. Me and my brother in arms came to the states to share friendly competition, but your tart of a boss ruined that for you two, didn’t she? After all of her mud flinging and what not, she truly wants a WAR of epic proportions, a war that you two are certainly not ready for. The last time we squared off you two walked out the victors and that beautiful Rusky ICE even let you get the pin, such a kind cherub of a woman… Cold exterior but I’m sure there is the warmest of hearts below… Those eyes, oh god don’t get me started on her eyes…”
Rip clears his throat and Rick snaps out of it again.
“I did it again, didn’t I?”
Rip and company all nod in unison.
“Sowry…”
Rip slaps Quinn on the back.
“Enough with Canadian Romeo here, how about we hear from Mr. Social Media, huh? I’m still laughing about that beaver giving the middle finger, that was hilarious!”
Quinn steps forward rubbing the back of his head and instead of sitting in front of the camera, he stands in a very striking stance, with his eyes dead set.
“Drake, Ice, and you heartless harpie, Kandi Washington. You all are a part of some bigger stable with thoughts on World Domination, but in all actuality, you are doomed for World Damnation, especially if you think these Canucks are going to simply sit by and let you take whatever you WANT! Trips and I have been all over Canada, honing our craft and kicking teeth down people’s throats who thought they were better than us. Wolf has done wonders on shaping us into the well oiled machine that we are and you two hosers aren’t going to be enough this time around to defeat us, especially if it means we get to stick it your tart of a woman, Kandi. Alpha Pro Wrestling is a land of opportunity, much like the United States were in the beginning, that is what brought The Canadian Coalition here and we feel an obligation to stand up for her at all cost. I may have a few welts and Rick may have a few cuts and bruises, but we are more than ready to come knocking at your door at Alpha Showdown! The question is, are you as ready as you say you are? Are you ready to be the ones returning to Kandi empty handed with a look of defeat on your collective faces? Because Rick and I aren’t coming to lose, no not this time!”
Quinn smirks a cocky little smirk.
“We are top tier guys with a top tier coach who won’t let us settle on our goals in this business. Where we fall down, he is there to help us back up and he’s there to reset us back on our upward trajectory. He asks only one thing from us and that is loyalty. We give it to him, because he has heart and he genuinely cares for us, that’s way more than what you two can say about Kandi, amirite? Before you hosers came to Alpha Pro Wrestling, The Canadian Coalition was on a mission, a mission to build a tag team division. We squared off with WarSaw on opening night, where were you two? We’ve been here putting on match after match, trying to build this company and you two come along after our hard work, because your boss thought this place would be easy pickings… Well at Alpha Showdown, we will gladly prove her overly conceited ass WRONG. We may be Canadian, but we are far from pushovers and you’ll be foolish to think otherwise. I saw the looks in your eyes after you won, we both did and we couldn’t up but chuckle at the thought… The thought that you two, think you have us all figured out. You truly believe one victory hand delivers you the war? One victory shuts us down and out? One victory gives you bragging rights to walk around OUR backroom throwing your weight around to a roster that we have been with since day ONE? We may be from the north of the states, but you are the outsiders here.”
Rip gives a thumbs up and gestures for him to keep going.
“Alpha Showdown is days away and I hope you two are prepared for the storm that is brewing in the north! The Canadian Coalition are coming and we are coming to take what is rightfully OURS! We are the tag division and you two will be the first to fall to our reign!"
Quinn smirks and rubs his hands together with Rip smiling ear to ear from behind the camera. The camera turns toward Kyle who is nodding.
"Unified… That is the key here, Kandi. You went a little tirade there at the end of our last match and the only thing that came out your mouth than anyone actually heard, was that this title match and anything your team does is ALL about YOU! That's no way to lead and it sure as hell isn't a way to build a truly unified team. Ice is strong willed and talented on her own, how long do you really it'll take for her to wise up to your idiotic ideals? Your brute Drake Knight is a future World champion if driven and mind set, but how long will it take for him to make that his focus under your guidance? Kandi Washington is a selfish and greedy little girl who lives in a frail house of cards that is held up by her own ego. The first crack comes at Alpha Showdown when she realizes the biggest difference between a team who fights for their Queen, their country, their coach, and most importantly THEMSELVES... And a team who solely fights because some little girl in a power suit and high heels tells them to. Up here all of us are standing firmly behind our boys as they walk into Alpha Showdown with their eyes on the prize and they walk out that much richer… The sooner you realize this is The Canadian Coalition's tag team division, the sooner you can start having legit friendly competitions with your neighbors from the north, eh?"
Kyle smirks and winks at the camera, just before Rip takes the camera for himself.
"Good job boys, but now we gotta talk serious business here…"
All members of The Canadian Coalition line up in front of RIP, including Jobber Dave who is saluting.
"Put your hand down, JD. This lot owe The Red Surge a debt that is yet to be paid and with every loss, that debt becomes further and further out of reach."
Kyle waves for his turn.
"That may be true Rip, but we are bringing a decent revenue from Rick's inventions…"
"Listen here Red Green, I don't care for your inventions, I care aboot the money you owe me. Your coaching will get your team to the dance and it better prove to be enough to seal the deal or…"
Rip looks to Jobber Dave and smirks.
"You know what?"
Rip grabs Dave by the back of the neck and pulls him to him.
"No, I'm going to take my insurance policy right now! Do you know why? Because it's going to take more than talking a big game to a camera, it's a whole other thing to go into that match and truly smack those Sweet tarts around for those tag titles! So for now, I'm taking JD with me until you three pay your debt off in FULL! Win, Canucks, Win! Like your little buddy's life depends on it, donchaknow."
Rip cackles and he takes Jobber Dave away with him leaving The Canadian Coalition scratching the back of their heads as the bear behind them still battles the bees.
"Sowry boys, this is old Wolf's debt… I didn't mean for Jobber Dave to get caught up in this, no more than you two, but I'm not gonna lie here… Dave and I both are counting on you this Sunday… Can you step up to that pressure?"
Rick and Quinn nod in unison.
"Don't worry Wolf, I didn't sugar coat my words against Kandi's minions, they have a serious threat on their hands to deal with and we are not coming to Alpha Showdown to simply lose."
Rick pounds his fist into his open palm.
"I'm going to date Ice SO HARD!"
Quinn and Wolf chuckle and Rick scratches his head.
"What did I just say?"
Quinn takes a Selfie with Rick and Rick rubs his eyes from the flash.
"Nothing big guy, just gotta get photo evidence of the first time you love something more than food."
Kyle pats both on them on the back.
"Just remember to keep a unified front out there and concentrate on shutting their world domination down. We all believe in you, okay?"
Rick and Quinn both fist bump and nod in agreeance.
"We got this, Wolf… For Queen, for country, for you and for US. The Canadian Coalition are walking out of Alpha Showdown the first ever TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS."
The three howl to the sky as the camera fades fo black.
"We had to come home… The losses were piling up and The Red Surge wanted their money or your favorite Canuckle Heads were going to be snuffed out eh? Rick's CanuckChucks weren't bringing in the revenue we originally projected, probably due to those defeats in the ring…"
Kyle Ryder sits on a wooden bench with a dilapidated shed behind him next to a body of water, the faint sounds of a growling bear can be heard and Rick making growls of his own.
"So we had no choice but to come home to lick our wounds, strategize our next step, and to prepare ourselves for Alpha Showdown against those evil doers, the Sweet Whatevers. I for one am not very impressed with Ms. UpTightBritches… She walks around the organization speaking of HER accomplishments when in reality it is her loyal work horses who deserve the credit, not her oversized ego. Who does she think she is, America's Robert Kraft? This isn't the National Football League, princess, this is hardnosed, hard hitting professional wrestling. She is no coach to her compatriots and she will only get so far with her demeanor. The Canadian Coalition started out in these States and this organization to learn about the U.S. and to spread a positive picture for your neighbors of the north, but these sweet hearts are leaving a bad taste in our mouths. I don't want my boys to take a whipping from some ego maniac and a bunch of spineless followers. I want my boys to show why THEY were the tag division before this Ice and Knight came along. They are the heart and soul of Alpha Pro Wrestling and Alpha Showdown is going to be a night for the Canadians to stand tall."
A bear growl can be heard closer and Quinn's voice scream clearly.
"Jesus, for the love of Gretzky can you do something Rick?!"
Kyle chuckles to himself watching out past the camera.
"We all have our ways of training, dontcha know… These mindless Sweetness flag wavers probably train in the alps with no air tanks and in their skivvies… But not my boys, oh no, they train just the way their coach did, against Terrible Ted! That's it Rick, get in there buddy!"
The camera turns to see Rick wearing a ripped to shreds red and black hockey jersey with his fist held up toward a big brown bear, as Quinn bounces around behind them with his phone recording the whole thing, throwing his own advice.
"Duck and dodge, Rick! Duck and dodge!"
Rick growls at the bear and the bear returns the favor.
"You see, we still remember that first match we had with the WarSaw boys and we have replayed that massive punch to that innocent bear… We're not going to stand here and claim we can knock a bear off it's block, but we can easily dispose of two wind bags from god knows where. Can't take their overzealous pride away from them, but if for one second they can allow themselves to be apart of a humbling experience like being bested in a friendly competition, then they will grow as competitors. I mean we all answer to someone this Sunday, us RIP and the Red Surge… Sweet Anal has to answer to that power suit wearing bimbo… I mean that in the nicest way possible donchaknow…"
Rick double axe handles the bear and the bear delivers a back hand to Rick, rocking him backward into the cages enclosure.
"Shake it off, big guy! Don't let Winnie the Pooh win!"
Quinn is super animated, like a toddler six Red Bulls in.
"It'd be too easy to let Rick do all the training…"
Kyle looks above Quinn and he gives a shout out to the masked man sitting in the tree with his hand holding onto a branch with a bee hive hanging off of it.
"DAVE, LET ER RIP!"
Jobber Dave drops the branch with the beehive and all to the ground right behind Quinn and the bees come to life pissed as all can be, chasing Quinn around the shores of the water.
"Quinn is quick as a lightning strike, but he's easy to read… I don't see him super kicking a bunch of bees, that's not what this is aboot… No, this is aboot being quick on your toes and being quick in your mind. He has to anticipate the anger that these bees are bringing with them and he has to think before they sting. He has to realize he's not coming out of this without a few welts, but what will he do to keep himself from being taken out completely? We've seen how these sugary bunch attacks a situation and they were able to pull out a victory, while we were just sitting around looking at beaver porn."
Quinn bypasses diving into the water and he comes up with the idea of entering the cage with Rick and the bear.
"Separate, the boys are strong and quick, but together is where they truly shine. Someone like that Dixie Carter wannabe would make you believe that a true tag team is a sign of two weak individuals, but I'll gladly stand behind my boys in this argument. I trained them to be a team and that means they both know the role they play to secure a victory, especially when gold is on the line. Victories before a big dance can easily produce a false sense of invincibility and make someone believe they're gonna win an easy contest… Strategy is everything and this match is one that'll be won by the better prepared team… Did I spell it out right? T… E… A… M… TEAM. Quinn and Rick move in a cohesive way and that's something every team they have done this dance with has always tried to emulate. These Sweet Tarts are no different. Ice is a strong beautiful woman, at least that is what Rick hasn't stopped talking about since he popped up powerbombed her… and Drake is a kid with a lot of heart and an ego that is even bigger than his fight. This Kandi lady stands above her tag team pulling strings to get them to do her bidding and I stand behind my boys pushing them to higher heights, so do tell me… Who is truly headed in a higher trajectory, here? If we take another beating this week, I’m not going to threaten to send the boys to the mines or force them to go on a trip with Quinn’s Uncle Pheanus in Nova Scotia… No we will regroup just as we are doing and we will TRAIN, because that is what a well oiled tag team does. They don’t fight with fear as their only motivator, I’ve seen the way Kandi carries herself and it is appalling."
“Yeah, but I think she is a dynamite, fierce cougar, if you asked me…”
Kyle turns to see Rip standing behind him in his Mountie garb and a smile on his face as he watches Rick battling a bear and Quinn running around the two in the cage.
“I feel like I am speaking to a deaf man, Wolf… I mean I was clear, wasn’t I?”
Kyle grumbles a bit.
“Yes, you were crystal clear, Rip, why do you think we’ve returned to our roots of training? Look at these two out here, they’re naturally working as a team and they don’t even realize it…”
Through Quinn’s dancing around the bear and Rick, he has found a way to lure the bees into the bear and now the bear is swinging frantically at the swarm of bees. The two move away catching their collective breath. Jobber Dave opens the door and Rick and Quinn quickly escape to the outside, throwing their hands up in victory.
“And what about that kid? Is he one of yours?”
Kyle nods.
“Jobber Dave they call him… Squirrely fellow to say the least, but he is from Alberta, don’t let his history fool you, he’s not some luchador from Chihuahua, Mexico. Lots of heart and willing to do whatever he can to stand out, so I let him unofficially join up with our ranks. He carried himself pretty well in that all out hardcore match in Vegas.”
“Good, I like the idea of strengthening your ranks… Care if I try something different with your boys this week? A special approach to your little PPV match?”
Kyle looks suspiciously and then slowly nods.
“Good…”
Rip looks to Quinn, Rick, and Dave sternly, very mountain-esque.
“Front and CENTER!”
The three saunter over and stand loosely in front of Rip, causing him to turn a few shades of deep red.
“ATTENTION!”
Rip tightens up his stance and the three in front of him do the same.
“Now you Canadian Coalitioners have ONE set objective for Alpha Showdown and do you know what that might be?!”
Dave raises his hand shakedly.
“Es, win, eh?”
“WITHOUT A DOUBT, JD, WITHOUT A SHADOW OF A DOUBT!”
Dave fist bumps the air with theatrics and Rick and Quinn shares a simultaneous head shake.
“Dave you’re not in this little tag match, but I love your heart and determination! Now you TWO!”
Rip points to Rick and Quinn.
“You are a great team, a natural team who have earned your stripes in the great north, but these silver spoon fondling, above it all, ego maniacs will never see you as true competition! They come from other companies and they have a long list of accomplishments, that for some reason means something to someone, somewhere of importance… They have a heckling hyena feeding them lies to make them feel invincible, but are you going to let her WIN?!”
Together, RIck and Quinn reply.
“NO SIR!”
Rip slows everything down for a second.
“Now, I just told Wolf that I am going to try something different this week with you two, because this team you are facing shows independence enough to speak up their own game, so to speak… SO this week instead of your coach doing all the talking about your strategy and yours truly hijacking your feed to do the same thing… I want you boys to shoot from the hip on these jabbawockeez! Can you do that?”
The two nod slowly and we cut away for a second, returning to Rick sitting in front of a camera still wearing his ripped up jersey. Rip counts down and then points to Rick, signalling him to go.
“Heya hosers, one and all, it is your favorite Rage Machine, Ravenous Rick Rage and I’m coming to you live from Toronto, Canada.”
Rip cuts him off.
“No, try again, give me that Rage, Rick!”
Rick sits up a bit on the bench and cracks his neck before talking again.
“Sweet Anal, you’re going to learn what kind of PAIN, RAVENOUS RICK RAGE HAS FOR YOU! I’m going to take you ICE and I’m going to bend you like a… Cute, seductive, and a lil notty…”
Rip places his hands on his hips and turns a few darker shades of red.
“What was I saying? I blacked out for a second…”
Rip rolls his eyes.
“Okay, how about you change your focus to Drake?”
Rick slaps his hands together and then cracks them before talking.
“Drake Knight, you are a big man, but did you just witness me going to toe to toe with freakin’ Kodiak bear? Needless to say, Ravenous Rick Rage don’t scare easily, ya hoser. I’ve destroyed plenty of people with my spear and I’ll gladly add you to that long list, as well buddy. Me and my brother in arms came to the states to share friendly competition, but your tart of a boss ruined that for you two, didn’t she? After all of her mud flinging and what not, she truly wants a WAR of epic proportions, a war that you two are certainly not ready for. The last time we squared off you two walked out the victors and that beautiful Rusky ICE even let you get the pin, such a kind cherub of a woman… Cold exterior but I’m sure there is the warmest of hearts below… Those eyes, oh god don’t get me started on her eyes…”
Rip clears his throat and Rick snaps out of it again.
“I did it again, didn’t I?”
Rip and company all nod in unison.
“Sowry…”
Rip slaps Quinn on the back.
“Enough with Canadian Romeo here, how about we hear from Mr. Social Media, huh? I’m still laughing about that beaver giving the middle finger, that was hilarious!”
Quinn steps forward rubbing the back of his head and instead of sitting in front of the camera, he stands in a very striking stance, with his eyes dead set.
“Drake, Ice, and you heartless harpie, Kandi Washington. You all are a part of some bigger stable with thoughts on World Domination, but in all actuality, you are doomed for World Damnation, especially if you think these Canucks are going to simply sit by and let you take whatever you WANT! Trips and I have been all over Canada, honing our craft and kicking teeth down people’s throats who thought they were better than us. Wolf has done wonders on shaping us into the well oiled machine that we are and you two hosers aren’t going to be enough this time around to defeat us, especially if it means we get to stick it your tart of a woman, Kandi. Alpha Pro Wrestling is a land of opportunity, much like the United States were in the beginning, that is what brought The Canadian Coalition here and we feel an obligation to stand up for her at all cost. I may have a few welts and Rick may have a few cuts and bruises, but we are more than ready to come knocking at your door at Alpha Showdown! The question is, are you as ready as you say you are? Are you ready to be the ones returning to Kandi empty handed with a look of defeat on your collective faces? Because Rick and I aren’t coming to lose, no not this time!”
Quinn smirks a cocky little smirk.
“We are top tier guys with a top tier coach who won’t let us settle on our goals in this business. Where we fall down, he is there to help us back up and he’s there to reset us back on our upward trajectory. He asks only one thing from us and that is loyalty. We give it to him, because he has heart and he genuinely cares for us, that’s way more than what you two can say about Kandi, amirite? Before you hosers came to Alpha Pro Wrestling, The Canadian Coalition was on a mission, a mission to build a tag team division. We squared off with WarSaw on opening night, where were you two? We’ve been here putting on match after match, trying to build this company and you two come along after our hard work, because your boss thought this place would be easy pickings… Well at Alpha Showdown, we will gladly prove her overly conceited ass WRONG. We may be Canadian, but we are far from pushovers and you’ll be foolish to think otherwise. I saw the looks in your eyes after you won, we both did and we couldn’t up but chuckle at the thought… The thought that you two, think you have us all figured out. You truly believe one victory hand delivers you the war? One victory shuts us down and out? One victory gives you bragging rights to walk around OUR backroom throwing your weight around to a roster that we have been with since day ONE? We may be from the north of the states, but you are the outsiders here.”
Rip gives a thumbs up and gestures for him to keep going.
“Alpha Showdown is days away and I hope you two are prepared for the storm that is brewing in the north! The Canadian Coalition are coming and we are coming to take what is rightfully OURS! We are the tag division and you two will be the first to fall to our reign!"
Quinn smirks and rubs his hands together with Rip smiling ear to ear from behind the camera. The camera turns toward Kyle who is nodding.
"Unified… That is the key here, Kandi. You went a little tirade there at the end of our last match and the only thing that came out your mouth than anyone actually heard, was that this title match and anything your team does is ALL about YOU! That's no way to lead and it sure as hell isn't a way to build a truly unified team. Ice is strong willed and talented on her own, how long do you really it'll take for her to wise up to your idiotic ideals? Your brute Drake Knight is a future World champion if driven and mind set, but how long will it take for him to make that his focus under your guidance? Kandi Washington is a selfish and greedy little girl who lives in a frail house of cards that is held up by her own ego. The first crack comes at Alpha Showdown when she realizes the biggest difference between a team who fights for their Queen, their country, their coach, and most importantly THEMSELVES... And a team who solely fights because some little girl in a power suit and high heels tells them to. Up here all of us are standing firmly behind our boys as they walk into Alpha Showdown with their eyes on the prize and they walk out that much richer… The sooner you realize this is The Canadian Coalition's tag team division, the sooner you can start having legit friendly competitions with your neighbors from the north, eh?"
Kyle smirks and winks at the camera, just before Rip takes the camera for himself.
"Good job boys, but now we gotta talk serious business here…"
All members of The Canadian Coalition line up in front of RIP, including Jobber Dave who is saluting.
"Put your hand down, JD. This lot owe The Red Surge a debt that is yet to be paid and with every loss, that debt becomes further and further out of reach."
Kyle waves for his turn.
"That may be true Rip, but we are bringing a decent revenue from Rick's inventions…"
"Listen here Red Green, I don't care for your inventions, I care aboot the money you owe me. Your coaching will get your team to the dance and it better prove to be enough to seal the deal or…"
Rip looks to Jobber Dave and smirks.
"You know what?"
Rip grabs Dave by the back of the neck and pulls him to him.
"No, I'm going to take my insurance policy right now! Do you know why? Because it's going to take more than talking a big game to a camera, it's a whole other thing to go into that match and truly smack those Sweet tarts around for those tag titles! So for now, I'm taking JD with me until you three pay your debt off in FULL! Win, Canucks, Win! Like your little buddy's life depends on it, donchaknow."
Rip cackles and he takes Jobber Dave away with him leaving The Canadian Coalition scratching the back of their heads as the bear behind them still battles the bees.
"Sowry boys, this is old Wolf's debt… I didn't mean for Jobber Dave to get caught up in this, no more than you two, but I'm not gonna lie here… Dave and I both are counting on you this Sunday… Can you step up to that pressure?"
Rick and Quinn nod in unison.
"Don't worry Wolf, I didn't sugar coat my words against Kandi's minions, they have a serious threat on their hands to deal with and we are not coming to Alpha Showdown to simply lose."
Rick pounds his fist into his open palm.
"I'm going to date Ice SO HARD!"
Quinn and Wolf chuckle and Rick scratches his head.
"What did I just say?"
Quinn takes a Selfie with Rick and Rick rubs his eyes from the flash.
"Nothing big guy, just gotta get photo evidence of the first time you love something more than food."
Kyle pats both on them on the back.
"Just remember to keep a unified front out there and concentrate on shutting their world domination down. We all believe in you, okay?"
Rick and Quinn both fist bump and nod in agreeance.
"We got this, Wolf… For Queen, for country, for you and for US. The Canadian Coalition are walking out of Alpha Showdown the first ever TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS."
The three howl to the sky as the camera fades fo black.
