Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 6, 2013 11:56:52 GMT -5
The scene opens itself up to a house over in Queens, New York. In the Jamaica neighborhood to be exact. It's rather quiet which is rather strange as there is usually a little noise, especially in the hood part of the neighborhood. Inside the house, located in the kitchen, there is an older African American male and female in their mid-sixties to early seventies, cooking dinner that is some collard greens, mashed potatoes, turkey and a big juicy ham. While in the living room is two guys in their early twenties playing Xbox 360. In one of the rooms are two females talking it out and doing the girl stuff they do. In the final room across the hall on the right. Located inside are Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks. Longtime friends and tag team partners, and with them being in a room that nobody can get inside. They take the opportunity to get blazed up by rolling up a joint and smoking it. Feeling relaxed, they start talking to one another.
Kevin Styles: "Damn. Do they have a specialty name for this shit?"
J.T. Banks: "I don't know. I never asked. Why do you ask?"
Kevin Styles: "Because it's good. That's why. And I want to know where the fuck I can get some."
J.T. Banks: "Got it from my cousin, Cedric."
Kevin Styles: "He deals?"
J.T. Banks: "Fuck yeah he does. Since I'm his cousin and all... I get a family discount, although I still gotta pay his nappy headed ass."
Kevin Styles: "Figured that. They don't let your ass just have it for free ya know."
J.T. Banks: "Yeah. I know. He still in the hood slangin' and bangin' after all these years.
Kevin Styles: "And you as well as Tiffany and Kyra got the fuck up on out of here."
J.T. Banks: "Damn right. I do wish Grandma and Grandpa would be willing to relocate to the upper part of the city, away from the hood. But they say they don't want to depart from where they have lived so long."
Kevin Styles: "What's so desirable about the hood though?"
J.T. Banks: "Nothin' really. Just a place where it's rough. Although I will say it does make you a man real quick."
Kevin Styles: "What, did you get shot or stabbed or something?"
J.T. Banks: "Actually I did."
Kevin Styles: "Fuck, man. That's awful."
J.T. Banks: "Lost a lot of blood that day, but it hardened me up. That and losing my parents in the cycle of two years really puts shit to perspective. I had to raise my siblings. Be the man and it's a lot of pressure to be honest."
Kevin Styles: "No doubt about that. Although I still can't believe you lived here as a youngin'."
J.T. Banks: "Well you better believe it, dude. We ALL came from humble beginnings."
Kevin Styles: "True that."
J.T. Banks: "I brought a lot of girls up in this room and can't tell ya how many times I got twisted either."
Kevin Styles: "Fuck. Why didn't I meet your ass earlier in life?"
J.T. Banks: "I don't know man. That's one I want to ask myself. Would have been better if we met then. Then we would have started this shit much earlier, and I would have had somebody cool to smoke with."
Kevin Styles: "Good point."
At that time. Kevin and J.T. can hear a voice yell from the kitchen.
Grandma Banks: "BOYS, GIRLS! DINNER IS READY!"
Kevin Styles: "Granny calling, yo."
J.T. Banks: I know that. Shit. Before we eat. Let's smokie it one last time."
Kevin Styles: "Oh hell yeah mother fucker. You know I'm down."
J.T. grabs the joint again and takes the hit before passing it to Kevin, who does the same. The two of them take turns smoking the joint five times over before heading out of the room and into the kitchen. They sit down at the table and at that table, is J.T.'s grandma, his grandpa, his brothers Shawn and Steve, and his sisters Tiffany and Kyra. They all sit there and Grandpa Banks is the one who begins to bless the food.
Grandpa Banks: "Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today as a family and we thank you for all the great things you have given us. We also thank you for this delicious grub we're about to eat. Amen."
Everybody else: "Amen."
After the prayers are done. Everybody begins to grab a plate and get some food. Plates full of the ham, turkey, collard greens, mashed potatoes and other good foods like a green bean casserole, macaroni n' cheese and you gotta have the cornbread. A staple in African American homes. While everybody is eating, a conversation begins.
Grandma Banks: So how are all of you doing?"
Kyra Banks: "Tiff and I are doing wonderfully at the Premium Academy. We are the PCW PA Tag Team Champions."
Grandma Banks: "That's great. Following in the footsteps of Kevin and J.T. here."
Kyra Banks: "Sort of, but we are our own people."
J.T. Banks: "You two aren't there yet."
Kyra Banks: "I know that."
Grandma Banks: "Speaking of which. Jonathan, how are you?"
J.T. Banks: "I'm doing well. I have gotten rid of the bad seeds in my life and things are about normal again."
Grandma Banks: "That's great. And how are you finding work these days?"
J.T. Banks: "That's actually not a problem for me at all to be honest. PCW is always first and whenever I'm called upon, I'll make appearances, but I'm really committed towards doing work over in Japan and LPW. I really love those places. I am also the LPW World Champion."
Kevin Styles: "Your girlfriend also works in Japan as well."
J.T. Banks: "Oh of course, dog."
Grandma Banks: "Tell me you dumped Alexis?"
J.T. Banks: "Oh god yes. I am not with that girl anymore. She's one fucked up woman. She got a list longer than Kim Kardashian, Gene Simmons and Wilt Chamberlain combined. Thank god I didn't catch anything from that disgusting bitch."
Grandma Banks: "You don't know how bad I hated that girl."
J.T. Banks: "I know of it. But she's history and I got somebody else."
Grandma Banks: "Who would that be?"
J.T. Banks: "Well. For nearly three months now. Talia and I have been back together."
Grandma Banks: "I always liked that girl."
J.T. Banks: "It was a mistake when her and I split, but this was one case where a wrong was righted and we're stronger than ever."
Grandma Banks: "I hope it lasts. She's somebody who can whip you into shape and she's right for you."
Kyra Banks: "She's really nice."
J.T. Banks: "I know, but baby steps though."
Grandma Banks: "Kevin. How about you?"
Kevin Styles: "Well Mrs. Banks. Things have been pretty good for me. Got married in October to PCW play-by-play commentator Desiree Miles, and I am finally cleared to do what I love which is wrestling. All thanks to a misdiagnosing of my long term injuries."
Grandma Banks: "That's great. And glad you and Desiree got married. She too is a nice girl."
Kevin Styles: "She keeps my ass in line but she's very nice, loving and she cares. Damn I'm lucky."
Grandma Banks: "See that Kyra and Tiffany? Kevin and Jonathan are prime examples of what happiness is all about."
Kyra Banks: "It's hard to find a man."
J.T. Banks: "You just won't give a man a chance. Although I'm not exactly keen on you dating our coworkers."
Kyra Banks: "Why do you care so much?"
J.T. Banks: "I'm your fucking brother. That's why."
Suddenly, Grandpa Banks beats on the table and everybody listens up.
Grandpa Banks: "Alright, EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP! All this arguing and bullshit is really REALLY irritating. Can we eat without this shit happening?"
J.T. Banks: "Yeah, I'm good."
Kyra Banks: "Same."
Grandpa Banks: "Good. Now let's be peaceful. Just because you two are adults, don't mean I still can't whip your asses with a belt."
J.T. and Kyra be quiet as they don't want their grandfather beating their asses with the belt. Kevin is enjoying the scene as he's laughing his ass off. They all proceed to eat and converse like a family. Twenty minutes later, all the plates are empty and there is still some food. Kevin and J.T. get up out of the chairs and stretch. They feel pretty damn full. Kevin hears his phone ring and he answers it.
Kevin Styles: "Hey beautiful. What's up?"
A pause occurs.
Kevin Styles: "Ah. Good stuff. When shall we be there?"
Another pause.
Kevin Styles: "Alright. We can do that. Give us a bit. Love ya babe. Bye"
Phone call ends.
Kevin Styles: "J.T. We gotta run man."
J.T. Banks: "What you talkin' bout?"
Kevin Styles: "Desiree rang me up and arranged a nice spot for us to cut our promo in the city."
J.T. Banks: "Killer shit, homie."
Kevin Styles: "Damn right. Now we got to go. Mr and Mrs. Banks. It's been nice seeing you two but we gotta run."
Grandma Banks: "Nice seeing you both. Don't be afraid to come down here often. Especially you, Jonathan."
J.T. Banks: "Grandma. I'll try and come down as often as I can. When I get some time away from work."
Kevin Styles: "I'll make sure he holds up to his end of the bargain."
J.T. shakes his Grandpa's hand and kisses his Grandma on the cheek. Kevin does the same and follows his friend out of the door. The two of them go into the driveway and get into their vehicle.
Kevin Styles: "That was fun, wasn't it?"
J.T. Banks: "Not gonna lie. Killer food and had a good time."
Kevin Styles: "Your family's a trip homie. But they're good people. No doubt."
J.T. Banks: "Yeah. Wouldn't trade 'em in for anything else in the world."
Kevin Styles: "Indeed."
The vehicle begins to back out of the driveway and drive along the street, ending their time at the Banks' household.
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Kevin Styles: "Can you feel that world? The time is almost here. Big time atmosphere and really the final special event before Battle Finale. I'm talking about Wrestle Extravaganza III and at that event. We got some damn good matches, but the most important one to us? We're FINALLY getting our rightful rematch for the PCW World Tag Team Championships. The same titles that were unjustly stripped from us by a fat faggot who ran PCW into the ground the first time around. Two years we have had to wait and we sure as hell aren't waiting any longer.
But this is different. As you all know. The names and faces of the PCW teams of the past are no longer here. No Double Dragons, no Crunk N' Cyde and no Warrens' brothers, but that's not to say we can't have a little fun with the current crop of teams in this company. Sure the division does have teams that are not close to being on the level that we are, but we're the type of competitors who don't back down from a god damn thing. Whether you're fat fucks or whether you're midgets. We don't care. We'll kick your asses and make it look like art at the same time.
Speaking of fat fucks. The team that has our tag team titles just so happens to be the fattest wrestlers on this roster. I'm talking about the Ball and Rape Alliance... wait, that's not the name. The Bull and Ape Alliance. Yeah, that's it. These fat mother fuckers have been riding a wave of momentum since they "beat" Jay Thunder and Kai for the belts, which they only won the fucking match thanks to that moron Jimmy Gambino. Since that title win? They have magically turned into good guys with selling clown masks and t-shirts that have the phrase "We are Hungry" with a fucking cheeseburger beside it.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!
This... this is a disgrace. A slap to the faces of tag teams everywhere. More importantly. Those two holding the titles is shitting on the prestige that J.T. and I built for this division. Da Xtreme Dynasty were the very first PCW World Tag Team Champions and during our reign as champions. We defended those titles against everybody the company put in front of us. We made our mark in PCW as the longest reigning champion out of any belt in the history of the company and we paved the way for the future tag teams to run with the ball and carry it to the promise land. Yet this run of PCW hasn't really featured that team to carry it. To be honest, we have seen flash in the pan teams that don't hold it long enough and don't really do much with it other than one successful title defense on television at the most.
What the fuck is that?"
J.T. Banks: "Calm yourself, brother. It's alright, because the tag team division has a savior. Granted it took a while and it is a name of the past, but nonetheless, we're here. Now unlike Kevin here. I actually don't mind the cute little catchphrases and the selling of the t-shirts. Hell, we got phrases we adopted from our good friend James Baker, and I am highly aware that you have to sell merchandise to get some extra dough. Trust me, I commend you for that. But that's where it stops for me. I could care less about you two fatties as a team. You two are just that... fat asses. Nothing more and nothing less. Two fat slobs who are playing the roles of being professional wrestlers.
Congratulations guys. Did you two really think that just barely prodding around the ring being gassed out in thirty seconds like a whale out of the ocean, was really convincing to the public that you are credible champions? Like they are actually going to buy you as legitimate? If you plan on saying yes to that question. Well... you're wrong, son. Completely wrong. Want to know why? Because you two are the type of people nobody can take seriously. For fucks sake, an old dying mother fucker with dementia is smarter than you two. You can't spell, you can't write, you can't even drive, much less fit your morbidly obese selves in a car. I'm beginning to wonder just what can you two do that doesn't involve the premises of stuffing your faces and shortening your lifespan by thirty years. Kev, any guesses?"
Kevin Styles: "Your guess is as good as mine."
J.T. Banks: "You see that? Why you two even bother to enter this industry, I will never know. Because you sure as shit don't have the ability. And before you state that you have had success. Again, did you two do it by skill, or was it at the hands of somebody else? Kev already stated the fucking answer so I'm not going to repeat it. He did touch on you guys suddenly becoming good guys, and other than planting the asshole Gambino through a table. What really makes people buy that you two are truly fighting the good fight? And don't go saying that you two strayed away from the control that Syn and Morgan have on their minions. Because let me tell you two something.
Only I can make that work.
And not only did it work for me, but all of the fans know that I have everything that is needed to translate it all into success. So again, I can only break away and still have everything I use to have. You two and the Glamorous/Vicious Combination cannot. You two also clamor to prove everybody wrong and show the world that you two are better people, yet at the same time, you two have stated that you don't give a shit about what the people think despite not having anything against them as Ape pointed out. How the fuck can you think with that mindset? It's mind blowing to say you will show that you two care yet later on, state that you could give a rats ass about it. Kev and I certainly aren't perfect people and we have our mixture of fan fare and critics, it is what it is, but we never claim to be people we're not.
We are real, you are not.
That's another difference between us. Yeah we get that you two are brainless fucking idiots who don't know what is up and down, but you don't even know who the hell you guys are. Are you sure you're good guys or deep down... are you bad? Which is it? You can't have it both ways, but at the end of the day, that won't matter because despite you two being dumb as all fuck, even you guys are well aware that Kev and myself will be walking out of the ATL as the new PCW World Tag Team Champions. The kings will reclaim their throne and there's nothing you or anybody else can do to stop us."
Kevin Styles: "Damn right."
J.T. Banks: "Welcome to the reborn Dynasty, boys. Get ready to get yo asses kicked."
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A few days after the airing of Da Xtreme Dynasty's promo against Bull and Ape. The setting is now at a penthouse apartment building. Inside the complex is J.T. Banks, who's alone and is wearing a pair of black gym shorts, black Nike's and a PCW t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He reaches a very familiar apartment. He knocks on it three times and backs away, waiting for the door to open. A few seconds flies by and it is his girlfriend, Talia Skye who answers the door.
Talia Skye: "Was wondering when you would show up."
J.T. Banks: "You know me. I like to arrive in a way only I can."
J.T. hugs Talia and leans in and kisses her on the lips before walking into the apartment. They sit themselves on the couch and J.T. wraps his arm around his girlfriend. Talia looks into his eyes and smiles before asking her boyfriend a question.
Talia Skye: "Sooo. Are you excited for Wrestle Extravaganza III?"
J.T. Banks: "I am. It's about damn time Kev and I gain the opportunity to regain the belts we never lost."
Talia Skye: "I'm happy you get this chance. Wish I could come with."
J.T. Banks: "Why can't you?"
Talia Skye: "I don't have a contract. And what reason would I go exactly?"
J.T. Banks: "Other than us spending time with each other. I do have one thing in mind..."
Talia Skye: "Color me intrigued. What is this idea you have, babe?"
J.T. Banks: "You know how Kev and I have always had a manager, right?"
Talia Skye: "Of course."
J.T. Banks: "And with our last manager having gone on to bigger and better things such as leading her own group and becoming a main eventer, which is well deserved as we both know. I was thinking, maybe we can have you as our manager."
Talia Skye: "Me managing Da Xtreme Dynasty? Hmm. I have one question about that if you don't mind."
J.T. Banks: "Baby, go on ahead and shoot."
Talia Skye: "Is this going to be a full time managerial gig or just for the match?"
J.T. Banks: "That's up to you, but I'm hoping it's full time. Would love to have you on the road with us every time and you would without question lead us to the promise land much like Desiree and Danielle did in the past."
Talia Skye: "There are a lot of advantages to this."
J.T. Banks: "Exactly. And you would look smoking hot reppin' us out there."
Talia Skye: "It would give me a chance to watch you wrestle up close and person."
J.T. Banks: "Indeed. So, is it all good?"
Talia Skye: "Alright. I'll be managing you and Kevin on a full time basis. Wouldn't hurt at all."
J.T. is excited about the news and hugs his girlfriend out of happiness.
J.T. Banks: "You don't know how excited I am about this. This is going to be fantastic."
Talia Skye: "Hehe. I know and our first start is in Atlanta, Georgia."
J.T. Banks: "I can't wait for that."
Talia Skye: "Are you hungry? I could make you something to eat."
J.T. Banks: "I could eat. Surprise me because when it comes to you, I'll eat anything really."
Talia Skye: "I'll feed you something nice and filling. You'll love it."
J.T. Banks: "I love anything and everything about you, baby."
J.T. smiles as Talia gets up to make dinner for the both of them. From there, the scene...
Fades to black.
Kevin Styles: "Damn. Do they have a specialty name for this shit?"
J.T. Banks: "I don't know. I never asked. Why do you ask?"
Kevin Styles: "Because it's good. That's why. And I want to know where the fuck I can get some."
J.T. Banks: "Got it from my cousin, Cedric."
Kevin Styles: "He deals?"
J.T. Banks: "Fuck yeah he does. Since I'm his cousin and all... I get a family discount, although I still gotta pay his nappy headed ass."
Kevin Styles: "Figured that. They don't let your ass just have it for free ya know."
J.T. Banks: "Yeah. I know. He still in the hood slangin' and bangin' after all these years.
Kevin Styles: "And you as well as Tiffany and Kyra got the fuck up on out of here."
J.T. Banks: "Damn right. I do wish Grandma and Grandpa would be willing to relocate to the upper part of the city, away from the hood. But they say they don't want to depart from where they have lived so long."
Kevin Styles: "What's so desirable about the hood though?"
J.T. Banks: "Nothin' really. Just a place where it's rough. Although I will say it does make you a man real quick."
Kevin Styles: "What, did you get shot or stabbed or something?"
J.T. Banks: "Actually I did."
Kevin Styles: "Fuck, man. That's awful."
J.T. Banks: "Lost a lot of blood that day, but it hardened me up. That and losing my parents in the cycle of two years really puts shit to perspective. I had to raise my siblings. Be the man and it's a lot of pressure to be honest."
Kevin Styles: "No doubt about that. Although I still can't believe you lived here as a youngin'."
J.T. Banks: "Well you better believe it, dude. We ALL came from humble beginnings."
Kevin Styles: "True that."
J.T. Banks: "I brought a lot of girls up in this room and can't tell ya how many times I got twisted either."
Kevin Styles: "Fuck. Why didn't I meet your ass earlier in life?"
J.T. Banks: "I don't know man. That's one I want to ask myself. Would have been better if we met then. Then we would have started this shit much earlier, and I would have had somebody cool to smoke with."
Kevin Styles: "Good point."
At that time. Kevin and J.T. can hear a voice yell from the kitchen.
Grandma Banks: "BOYS, GIRLS! DINNER IS READY!"
Kevin Styles: "Granny calling, yo."
J.T. Banks: I know that. Shit. Before we eat. Let's smokie it one last time."
Kevin Styles: "Oh hell yeah mother fucker. You know I'm down."
J.T. grabs the joint again and takes the hit before passing it to Kevin, who does the same. The two of them take turns smoking the joint five times over before heading out of the room and into the kitchen. They sit down at the table and at that table, is J.T.'s grandma, his grandpa, his brothers Shawn and Steve, and his sisters Tiffany and Kyra. They all sit there and Grandpa Banks is the one who begins to bless the food.
Grandpa Banks: "Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today as a family and we thank you for all the great things you have given us. We also thank you for this delicious grub we're about to eat. Amen."
Everybody else: "Amen."
After the prayers are done. Everybody begins to grab a plate and get some food. Plates full of the ham, turkey, collard greens, mashed potatoes and other good foods like a green bean casserole, macaroni n' cheese and you gotta have the cornbread. A staple in African American homes. While everybody is eating, a conversation begins.
Grandma Banks: So how are all of you doing?"
Kyra Banks: "Tiff and I are doing wonderfully at the Premium Academy. We are the PCW PA Tag Team Champions."
Grandma Banks: "That's great. Following in the footsteps of Kevin and J.T. here."
Kyra Banks: "Sort of, but we are our own people."
J.T. Banks: "You two aren't there yet."
Kyra Banks: "I know that."
Grandma Banks: "Speaking of which. Jonathan, how are you?"
J.T. Banks: "I'm doing well. I have gotten rid of the bad seeds in my life and things are about normal again."
Grandma Banks: "That's great. And how are you finding work these days?"
J.T. Banks: "That's actually not a problem for me at all to be honest. PCW is always first and whenever I'm called upon, I'll make appearances, but I'm really committed towards doing work over in Japan and LPW. I really love those places. I am also the LPW World Champion."
Kevin Styles: "Your girlfriend also works in Japan as well."
J.T. Banks: "Oh of course, dog."
Grandma Banks: "Tell me you dumped Alexis?"
J.T. Banks: "Oh god yes. I am not with that girl anymore. She's one fucked up woman. She got a list longer than Kim Kardashian, Gene Simmons and Wilt Chamberlain combined. Thank god I didn't catch anything from that disgusting bitch."
Grandma Banks: "You don't know how bad I hated that girl."
J.T. Banks: "I know of it. But she's history and I got somebody else."
Grandma Banks: "Who would that be?"
J.T. Banks: "Well. For nearly three months now. Talia and I have been back together."
Grandma Banks: "I always liked that girl."
J.T. Banks: "It was a mistake when her and I split, but this was one case where a wrong was righted and we're stronger than ever."
Grandma Banks: "I hope it lasts. She's somebody who can whip you into shape and she's right for you."
Kyra Banks: "She's really nice."
J.T. Banks: "I know, but baby steps though."
Grandma Banks: "Kevin. How about you?"
Kevin Styles: "Well Mrs. Banks. Things have been pretty good for me. Got married in October to PCW play-by-play commentator Desiree Miles, and I am finally cleared to do what I love which is wrestling. All thanks to a misdiagnosing of my long term injuries."
Grandma Banks: "That's great. And glad you and Desiree got married. She too is a nice girl."
Kevin Styles: "She keeps my ass in line but she's very nice, loving and she cares. Damn I'm lucky."
Grandma Banks: "See that Kyra and Tiffany? Kevin and Jonathan are prime examples of what happiness is all about."
Kyra Banks: "It's hard to find a man."
J.T. Banks: "You just won't give a man a chance. Although I'm not exactly keen on you dating our coworkers."
Kyra Banks: "Why do you care so much?"
J.T. Banks: "I'm your fucking brother. That's why."
Suddenly, Grandpa Banks beats on the table and everybody listens up.
Grandpa Banks: "Alright, EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP! All this arguing and bullshit is really REALLY irritating. Can we eat without this shit happening?"
J.T. Banks: "Yeah, I'm good."
Kyra Banks: "Same."
Grandpa Banks: "Good. Now let's be peaceful. Just because you two are adults, don't mean I still can't whip your asses with a belt."
J.T. and Kyra be quiet as they don't want their grandfather beating their asses with the belt. Kevin is enjoying the scene as he's laughing his ass off. They all proceed to eat and converse like a family. Twenty minutes later, all the plates are empty and there is still some food. Kevin and J.T. get up out of the chairs and stretch. They feel pretty damn full. Kevin hears his phone ring and he answers it.
Kevin Styles: "Hey beautiful. What's up?"
A pause occurs.
Kevin Styles: "Ah. Good stuff. When shall we be there?"
Another pause.
Kevin Styles: "Alright. We can do that. Give us a bit. Love ya babe. Bye"
Phone call ends.
Kevin Styles: "J.T. We gotta run man."
J.T. Banks: "What you talkin' bout?"
Kevin Styles: "Desiree rang me up and arranged a nice spot for us to cut our promo in the city."
J.T. Banks: "Killer shit, homie."
Kevin Styles: "Damn right. Now we got to go. Mr and Mrs. Banks. It's been nice seeing you two but we gotta run."
Grandma Banks: "Nice seeing you both. Don't be afraid to come down here often. Especially you, Jonathan."
J.T. Banks: "Grandma. I'll try and come down as often as I can. When I get some time away from work."
Kevin Styles: "I'll make sure he holds up to his end of the bargain."
J.T. shakes his Grandpa's hand and kisses his Grandma on the cheek. Kevin does the same and follows his friend out of the door. The two of them go into the driveway and get into their vehicle.
Kevin Styles: "That was fun, wasn't it?"
J.T. Banks: "Not gonna lie. Killer food and had a good time."
Kevin Styles: "Your family's a trip homie. But they're good people. No doubt."
J.T. Banks: "Yeah. Wouldn't trade 'em in for anything else in the world."
Kevin Styles: "Indeed."
The vehicle begins to back out of the driveway and drive along the street, ending their time at the Banks' household.
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Kevin Styles: "Can you feel that world? The time is almost here. Big time atmosphere and really the final special event before Battle Finale. I'm talking about Wrestle Extravaganza III and at that event. We got some damn good matches, but the most important one to us? We're FINALLY getting our rightful rematch for the PCW World Tag Team Championships. The same titles that were unjustly stripped from us by a fat faggot who ran PCW into the ground the first time around. Two years we have had to wait and we sure as hell aren't waiting any longer.
But this is different. As you all know. The names and faces of the PCW teams of the past are no longer here. No Double Dragons, no Crunk N' Cyde and no Warrens' brothers, but that's not to say we can't have a little fun with the current crop of teams in this company. Sure the division does have teams that are not close to being on the level that we are, but we're the type of competitors who don't back down from a god damn thing. Whether you're fat fucks or whether you're midgets. We don't care. We'll kick your asses and make it look like art at the same time.
Speaking of fat fucks. The team that has our tag team titles just so happens to be the fattest wrestlers on this roster. I'm talking about the Ball and Rape Alliance... wait, that's not the name. The Bull and Ape Alliance. Yeah, that's it. These fat mother fuckers have been riding a wave of momentum since they "beat" Jay Thunder and Kai for the belts, which they only won the fucking match thanks to that moron Jimmy Gambino. Since that title win? They have magically turned into good guys with selling clown masks and t-shirts that have the phrase "We are Hungry" with a fucking cheeseburger beside it.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!
This... this is a disgrace. A slap to the faces of tag teams everywhere. More importantly. Those two holding the titles is shitting on the prestige that J.T. and I built for this division. Da Xtreme Dynasty were the very first PCW World Tag Team Champions and during our reign as champions. We defended those titles against everybody the company put in front of us. We made our mark in PCW as the longest reigning champion out of any belt in the history of the company and we paved the way for the future tag teams to run with the ball and carry it to the promise land. Yet this run of PCW hasn't really featured that team to carry it. To be honest, we have seen flash in the pan teams that don't hold it long enough and don't really do much with it other than one successful title defense on television at the most.
What the fuck is that?"
J.T. Banks: "Calm yourself, brother. It's alright, because the tag team division has a savior. Granted it took a while and it is a name of the past, but nonetheless, we're here. Now unlike Kevin here. I actually don't mind the cute little catchphrases and the selling of the t-shirts. Hell, we got phrases we adopted from our good friend James Baker, and I am highly aware that you have to sell merchandise to get some extra dough. Trust me, I commend you for that. But that's where it stops for me. I could care less about you two fatties as a team. You two are just that... fat asses. Nothing more and nothing less. Two fat slobs who are playing the roles of being professional wrestlers.
Congratulations guys. Did you two really think that just barely prodding around the ring being gassed out in thirty seconds like a whale out of the ocean, was really convincing to the public that you are credible champions? Like they are actually going to buy you as legitimate? If you plan on saying yes to that question. Well... you're wrong, son. Completely wrong. Want to know why? Because you two are the type of people nobody can take seriously. For fucks sake, an old dying mother fucker with dementia is smarter than you two. You can't spell, you can't write, you can't even drive, much less fit your morbidly obese selves in a car. I'm beginning to wonder just what can you two do that doesn't involve the premises of stuffing your faces and shortening your lifespan by thirty years. Kev, any guesses?"
Kevin Styles: "Your guess is as good as mine."
J.T. Banks: "You see that? Why you two even bother to enter this industry, I will never know. Because you sure as shit don't have the ability. And before you state that you have had success. Again, did you two do it by skill, or was it at the hands of somebody else? Kev already stated the fucking answer so I'm not going to repeat it. He did touch on you guys suddenly becoming good guys, and other than planting the asshole Gambino through a table. What really makes people buy that you two are truly fighting the good fight? And don't go saying that you two strayed away from the control that Syn and Morgan have on their minions. Because let me tell you two something.
Only I can make that work.
And not only did it work for me, but all of the fans know that I have everything that is needed to translate it all into success. So again, I can only break away and still have everything I use to have. You two and the Glamorous/Vicious Combination cannot. You two also clamor to prove everybody wrong and show the world that you two are better people, yet at the same time, you two have stated that you don't give a shit about what the people think despite not having anything against them as Ape pointed out. How the fuck can you think with that mindset? It's mind blowing to say you will show that you two care yet later on, state that you could give a rats ass about it. Kev and I certainly aren't perfect people and we have our mixture of fan fare and critics, it is what it is, but we never claim to be people we're not.
We are real, you are not.
That's another difference between us. Yeah we get that you two are brainless fucking idiots who don't know what is up and down, but you don't even know who the hell you guys are. Are you sure you're good guys or deep down... are you bad? Which is it? You can't have it both ways, but at the end of the day, that won't matter because despite you two being dumb as all fuck, even you guys are well aware that Kev and myself will be walking out of the ATL as the new PCW World Tag Team Champions. The kings will reclaim their throne and there's nothing you or anybody else can do to stop us."
Kevin Styles: "Damn right."
J.T. Banks: "Welcome to the reborn Dynasty, boys. Get ready to get yo asses kicked."
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A few days after the airing of Da Xtreme Dynasty's promo against Bull and Ape. The setting is now at a penthouse apartment building. Inside the complex is J.T. Banks, who's alone and is wearing a pair of black gym shorts, black Nike's and a PCW t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He reaches a very familiar apartment. He knocks on it three times and backs away, waiting for the door to open. A few seconds flies by and it is his girlfriend, Talia Skye who answers the door.
Talia Skye: "Was wondering when you would show up."
J.T. Banks: "You know me. I like to arrive in a way only I can."
J.T. hugs Talia and leans in and kisses her on the lips before walking into the apartment. They sit themselves on the couch and J.T. wraps his arm around his girlfriend. Talia looks into his eyes and smiles before asking her boyfriend a question.
Talia Skye: "Sooo. Are you excited for Wrestle Extravaganza III?"
J.T. Banks: "I am. It's about damn time Kev and I gain the opportunity to regain the belts we never lost."
Talia Skye: "I'm happy you get this chance. Wish I could come with."
J.T. Banks: "Why can't you?"
Talia Skye: "I don't have a contract. And what reason would I go exactly?"
J.T. Banks: "Other than us spending time with each other. I do have one thing in mind..."
Talia Skye: "Color me intrigued. What is this idea you have, babe?"
J.T. Banks: "You know how Kev and I have always had a manager, right?"
Talia Skye: "Of course."
J.T. Banks: "And with our last manager having gone on to bigger and better things such as leading her own group and becoming a main eventer, which is well deserved as we both know. I was thinking, maybe we can have you as our manager."
Talia Skye: "Me managing Da Xtreme Dynasty? Hmm. I have one question about that if you don't mind."
J.T. Banks: "Baby, go on ahead and shoot."
Talia Skye: "Is this going to be a full time managerial gig or just for the match?"
J.T. Banks: "That's up to you, but I'm hoping it's full time. Would love to have you on the road with us every time and you would without question lead us to the promise land much like Desiree and Danielle did in the past."
Talia Skye: "There are a lot of advantages to this."
J.T. Banks: "Exactly. And you would look smoking hot reppin' us out there."
Talia Skye: "It would give me a chance to watch you wrestle up close and person."
J.T. Banks: "Indeed. So, is it all good?"
Talia Skye: "Alright. I'll be managing you and Kevin on a full time basis. Wouldn't hurt at all."
J.T. is excited about the news and hugs his girlfriend out of happiness.
J.T. Banks: "You don't know how excited I am about this. This is going to be fantastic."
Talia Skye: "Hehe. I know and our first start is in Atlanta, Georgia."
J.T. Banks: "I can't wait for that."
Talia Skye: "Are you hungry? I could make you something to eat."
J.T. Banks: "I could eat. Surprise me because when it comes to you, I'll eat anything really."
Talia Skye: "I'll feed you something nice and filling. You'll love it."
J.T. Banks: "I love anything and everything about you, baby."
J.T. smiles as Talia gets up to make dinner for the both of them. From there, the scene...
Fades to black.