Post by The Pac on Aug 14, 2012 1:20:11 GMT -5
"Evil brings men together."
A boisterous scene greets the Phantom and Dante Daevain, also known as The Pac, as they walk into a local hole in the wall biker bar in Sevierville, Tennessee with a PCW camera crew in tow. The patrons, mainly wearing blue jeans and bedecked biker vests bearing different patches ranging from the American and Confederate flags to patches of charities, pay little attention to the Phantom and Dante, who come dressed like it's a formal gathering. The Phantom is wearing a Black Armani, black shined shoes and his trademark silver mask. Dante is wearing a trademarked off-white silk suit, black hand made Italian leather shoes, and gold buttons on a pressed off-white shirt with just the top one unbuttoned. All around them weekend activities are commencing. In the back right hand corner are four pool tables where heavily bearded men and their women are playing pool and drinking beer. In the back left hand corner is the bar area with a few patrons sitting at it making small talk with the bartender. Also along the left hand wall are a few burly men playing darts. Everywhere else are tables where bikers are sitting drinking beer, engaging in loud conversation and engaging in primitive contests of strength.
Dante and Phantom give the place a once over as they slowly make their way towards the bar. A few of the women call out to Dante as he shoots them a smirk and a nod. As they come upon the bar both Dante and Phantom lean in and rest their arms upon the bar-top. Giving them a strange eye is, of course, the bartender. After a few moments of silence, the bartender finally speaks.
Bartender: What you drinkin'?
Phantom gives a shrug as Dante thinks for a second.
Dante: "I will have a Dos Equis."
The Phantom nods with a smile on his face.
Phantom: The Phantom will have the same.
Without a word the bartender fetches two chilled bottles of Dos Equis and pops their tops before handing them to Dante and The Phantom. Both Dante and The Phantom pick up their beers in silence and eye them with much interest.
Phantom: We live vicariously through..ourselves. If we were to mail a letter without postage..it would, still, always get there.
Dante joins in.
Dante: "When we give you directions..you never get lost...and always arrive five minutes early."
Phantom: The police tend to question us regularly..because we are just that interesting.
Dante: "Even our enemies list us as their emergency contact number."
Phantom: My friend Dante can speak French..in Russian.
Dante: "My friend Phantom once had an awkward moment..just to see how it felt."
Phantom: Alien abductors usually ask us...to probe them....Our reputation is expanding..faster than the universe.
Dante: "...because we are that damn interesting."
Phantom: We are the Most Interesting Tag Team in The World.
Dante smirks into the camera and holds up his beer.
Dante: "The Pac doesn't normally drink beer. But when we do, it's Dos Equis."
The Phantom joins suit.
Dante & Phantom: Stay thirsty..friends.
Suddenly and without any warning we see David the Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget with a Taco flying across the bar-room with loud screams coming from a patron on the other side. Phantom takes a sip of his beer and smiles.
Phantom: And David doesn't normally play superman. But when he does, it's usually because he was humping the leg of the man on the other side of the bar.
Dante sets his beer down.
Dante: "Is that it? I thought it was the Midget Tossing finals tonight..."
Phantom and Dante share a laugh.
Dante: "You thinking what I'm thinking Phantom?"
Phantom: A sloppy Super Bowl Sandwich?
Dante: "You're an idiot...Candy Sunshine and Rainbows!"
Phantom: That was going to be the Phantom's second guess.
Dante and Phantom, in unison, begin to brawl the various patrons of the bar. Soon this escalates into a full on bar brawl. Chairs are flying every which way, bottles are shattering, and everyone seems to be getting involved. Dante has one patron by his ears and is seen poking his eyes out while he screams. Phantom is seen arm wrenching another patron while kicking at a few others. Suddenly a brawny man in laid out at Dante's feet and out from nowhere pops David the Midget once again. David manages to climb onto a bar-stool and sets his Taco onto the bar before motioning to Dante to hoist him onto his shoulders. Very carefully Dante does so after disposing of the patron he was harassing. Now standing on Dante's shoulders, David lets out a mighty midget roar. In glorious fashion David executes a picture perfect shooting star press onto the patron at Dante's feet. With a blood curdling scream from the barbed-wire, the patron is now gushing blood. Phantom, meanwhile, witnessed this grand display and seems a bit in shock. Dante looks rather impressed.
Phantom: Hey Dante! You never mentioned unicorns! *hits man in face while kicking another...*
Dante: "You usually leave them out!"
Phantom: *now has another man in a headlock* Well, he was thinking, people appreciate unicorns. We should not leave them out!
Dante has a patron in a sleeper hold while punching the man's face.
Dante: "Now you're seeing things my way!"
Phantom gives the man he had in a headlock a Moment of Silence straight through a nearby table, breaking it cleanly into many pieces. Phantom quickly gets back to his feet and smiles.
Phantom: Of course, you are paying for the damages we're causing! *kicks a charging man in face*
Dante takes a quick break to straighten his cuffs while smirking.
Dante: "Yeah? With whose money?"
Phantom quickly grabs a random man and shoves him towards Dante.
Phantom: His!
Dante catches the man and takes his wallet before shoving him aside. Dante looks into his wallet and frowns.
Dante: "I...I don't think he has enough!"
Breaking from this action for a second, we now see David going rampant throughout the entire bar and tea-bagging whoever happens to find himself lying prone on the ground. It is a grizzly sight. Meanwhile..back into the main action..The Phantom finds another hapless guy and punches him so that he flies backwards towards Dante.
Phantom: Looks..Looks like we're going to have to start building an account!
Dante thinks for a second before head-butting a guy to the ground.
Dante: "I think there's an app for that!.."
Dante sidesteps another charging patron, allowing him to crash headfirst into the wall.
Dante: "...If not..there's already an account!"
The Phantom throws another guy towards Dante.
Phantom: Well..they don't have a bar fight pickpocket app! You still have to do that kind of work yourself!
Dante grabs his guy by the ears and yanks them.
Dante: "I thought that was why we had David!"
Phantom looks around for a quick second.
Phantom: Speaking of which..where is that little b@st@rd??
Phantom knees a guy in the face, knocking him unconscious..The man, lying flat on his back in immediately tea-bagged in the face by David.
Phantom: FOUND HIM!!
Dante: "Strap his leash on!"
Phantom has a hand on David's shoulder.
Phantom: Nah, he's having too much fun!
Dante: "Well, then, you must know that when he goes missing..YOU'RE the one who looks for him!"
Phantom: We're in the middle of a bar-fight, Dante! There's plenty of poor souls for him to teabag. It's rather amusing!
Dante: "Say that again in fifteen minutes when we're done! I dare you!"
Phantom now picks David up and carries him over to Dante, holding him under his right arm and using his left to fend off drunken, angry bikers.
Phantom: The Phantom has an idea!!
David gets all excited.
David: TACO!! TACO!!
Dante shoots a disappointed look at David as he knees a biker in the balls.
Dante: "David!..That was nasty! Phantom, please continue!"
Phantom slaps a couple of bikers across the face to fend them off.
Phantom: Have him stand on your shoulders, The Phantom will put one of these poor jokers on the table and David can UberBag him!
David looks up at Phantom with wide-eyes.
David: TACO, BiG SuPeR Taco!!! Big MAC!!!!
Dante looks a little perplexed.
Dante: "..So..an uber-unicorn?!?"
Phantom nods.
Phantom: Precisely.
Dante picks David up carefully.
Dante: "He's expecting a happy-meal after this..Just thought you should know..."
Phantom: If he pulls this off, he will have earned it. Agree?
Dante: "No arguments here."
The Phantom finds one of the few drunken bikers who is able to stand and knocks him clean out and lays him on a nearby table. When he is situated he walks over to Dante who still has David under his arm squirming. Phantom takes David and stands him up on Dante's shoulders. David looks around and executes another perfect shooting star press, his body landing square on the face of the man on the table, breaking the table and gashing the man's face clear open. Both Phantom and Dante are so stunned at the beauty of this...all they can do is stand with their mouths wide open. Dante leans into Phantom.
Dante: "...Three happy-meals?"
Phantom: Four. Definitely four.
Dante: "I'll throw in an Epic Taco..."
Phantom: ...That..should just about cover it.
Dante and Phantom slap high fives.
Dante: "Totally worth it..."
David is far too busy tea-bagging the poor man to both listening to the conversation between Phantom and Dante. The two men decide to grab their beers that still remain on the bar-top untouched and head out of this ruckus. David has to be forcefully pulled off of the bloodied man he is tea-bagging. Before David leaves, he goes and gets his, still pristine, taco from the bar. Happily, David now follows Dante and Phantom out of the bar. Outside the bar we can still hear the bar fight continuing. In the background we can see Dante with some cards and a pair of dice standing amongst a group of about nine or ten guys..all of which are drunk beyond belief. As Phantom straps David's harness on him, he takes note of the PCW crew and begins to speak.
Phantom: So where do we begin with the one named Sync. To be honest from what the Phantom has heard, you seem to be no different than the simpletons that were dispatched behind us in the bar. It is quite easy to make yourself out to be a legend with a little liquid courage in you. The Phantom has seen your little three disk DVD set, and suffice to say it's worse than Elaine drunk dancing on Seinfeld. How in the world do you expect something like that to sell? But from whence it came, so it will be come, a failure. It does not take long to deduce this about you Sync. Your bad attitude, the drunkenness, the arrogance, and your horrible lack of an intelligent vocabulary are all part of what comes out of you in the ring. The Phantom once felt sorry for people like you Sync. Those days are long gone, the Phantom and his partner The Devil Himself Dante Daevain are here to prove one thing and one thing only, that The Pac is the best thing that wrestling has ever seen. That we are...
Dante Daevain comes up behind Phantom and taps Phantom on the shoulder. The Phantom turns to Dante Daevain who hands him a wad of cash that he apparently just won from the group of drunkards...
Dante: "Shut Up."
The Phantom takes the cash and starts counting as Dante steps in.
Dante: "Enough about wannabe sitcom actors and drunken failures. It is plain to see that at least one half of the Jobbers for Hire can't cut it in society...but what about the other? What about Scarletti?"
Dante leans up against the outside wall of the bar and chuckles.
Dante: "I think Sync got a raw deal..I do believe that he got shafted. Being paired with a man whose only accomplishment in life is being the twin brother of a former champion in PCW? Big deal. Let us not even go into the fact that this clear poser is blood related to, quite possibly, one of the biggest douchebags this company has ever seen. Really, Scarletti? Is this all you bring to the table? No accolades..no glory..just a name and a very tarnished image...Why do you go on, Scarletti? You are clearly a failure..much like your partner...except to think I dare say he is quite a bit more accomplished than you...But that's not really my place to say, now is it?"
Dante: "Scarletti, your failures will be multiplied tenfold come Beantown Brawl...Your image will be shattered beyond repair. Nothing you do will save you from the peril you face at the hands of The Pac...Not even a deal with The Devil Himself. You're helpless. Hopeless. All you and your partner are to myself and Phantom..are a simple stepping stone to greater things. There is no denying that The Pac will become the rising force to contend with in PCW...It's just too bad you two will be left in the dust, unable to do a thing as Phantom and I cruise to bigger and better things. I do hope you enjoy your last nights of freedom..."
With this Dante takes a sip of his beer and smirks. Phantom is still counting money as the scene slowly fades out.
A boisterous scene greets the Phantom and Dante Daevain, also known as The Pac, as they walk into a local hole in the wall biker bar in Sevierville, Tennessee with a PCW camera crew in tow. The patrons, mainly wearing blue jeans and bedecked biker vests bearing different patches ranging from the American and Confederate flags to patches of charities, pay little attention to the Phantom and Dante, who come dressed like it's a formal gathering. The Phantom is wearing a Black Armani, black shined shoes and his trademark silver mask. Dante is wearing a trademarked off-white silk suit, black hand made Italian leather shoes, and gold buttons on a pressed off-white shirt with just the top one unbuttoned. All around them weekend activities are commencing. In the back right hand corner are four pool tables where heavily bearded men and their women are playing pool and drinking beer. In the back left hand corner is the bar area with a few patrons sitting at it making small talk with the bartender. Also along the left hand wall are a few burly men playing darts. Everywhere else are tables where bikers are sitting drinking beer, engaging in loud conversation and engaging in primitive contests of strength.
Dante and Phantom give the place a once over as they slowly make their way towards the bar. A few of the women call out to Dante as he shoots them a smirk and a nod. As they come upon the bar both Dante and Phantom lean in and rest their arms upon the bar-top. Giving them a strange eye is, of course, the bartender. After a few moments of silence, the bartender finally speaks.
Bartender: What you drinkin'?
Phantom gives a shrug as Dante thinks for a second.
Dante: "I will have a Dos Equis."
The Phantom nods with a smile on his face.
Phantom: The Phantom will have the same.
Without a word the bartender fetches two chilled bottles of Dos Equis and pops their tops before handing them to Dante and The Phantom. Both Dante and The Phantom pick up their beers in silence and eye them with much interest.
Phantom: We live vicariously through..ourselves. If we were to mail a letter without postage..it would, still, always get there.
Dante joins in.
Dante: "When we give you directions..you never get lost...and always arrive five minutes early."
Phantom: The police tend to question us regularly..because we are just that interesting.
Dante: "Even our enemies list us as their emergency contact number."
Phantom: My friend Dante can speak French..in Russian.
Dante: "My friend Phantom once had an awkward moment..just to see how it felt."
Phantom: Alien abductors usually ask us...to probe them....Our reputation is expanding..faster than the universe.
Dante: "...because we are that damn interesting."
Phantom: We are the Most Interesting Tag Team in The World.
Dante smirks into the camera and holds up his beer.
Dante: "The Pac doesn't normally drink beer. But when we do, it's Dos Equis."
The Phantom joins suit.
Dante & Phantom: Stay thirsty..friends.
Suddenly and without any warning we see David the Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget with a Taco flying across the bar-room with loud screams coming from a patron on the other side. Phantom takes a sip of his beer and smiles.
Phantom: And David doesn't normally play superman. But when he does, it's usually because he was humping the leg of the man on the other side of the bar.
Dante sets his beer down.
Dante: "Is that it? I thought it was the Midget Tossing finals tonight..."
Phantom and Dante share a laugh.
Dante: "You thinking what I'm thinking Phantom?"
Phantom: A sloppy Super Bowl Sandwich?
Dante: "You're an idiot...Candy Sunshine and Rainbows!"
Phantom: That was going to be the Phantom's second guess.
Dante and Phantom, in unison, begin to brawl the various patrons of the bar. Soon this escalates into a full on bar brawl. Chairs are flying every which way, bottles are shattering, and everyone seems to be getting involved. Dante has one patron by his ears and is seen poking his eyes out while he screams. Phantom is seen arm wrenching another patron while kicking at a few others. Suddenly a brawny man in laid out at Dante's feet and out from nowhere pops David the Midget once again. David manages to climb onto a bar-stool and sets his Taco onto the bar before motioning to Dante to hoist him onto his shoulders. Very carefully Dante does so after disposing of the patron he was harassing. Now standing on Dante's shoulders, David lets out a mighty midget roar. In glorious fashion David executes a picture perfect shooting star press onto the patron at Dante's feet. With a blood curdling scream from the barbed-wire, the patron is now gushing blood. Phantom, meanwhile, witnessed this grand display and seems a bit in shock. Dante looks rather impressed.
Phantom: Hey Dante! You never mentioned unicorns! *hits man in face while kicking another...*
Dante: "You usually leave them out!"
Phantom: *now has another man in a headlock* Well, he was thinking, people appreciate unicorns. We should not leave them out!
Dante has a patron in a sleeper hold while punching the man's face.
Dante: "Now you're seeing things my way!"
Phantom gives the man he had in a headlock a Moment of Silence straight through a nearby table, breaking it cleanly into many pieces. Phantom quickly gets back to his feet and smiles.
Phantom: Of course, you are paying for the damages we're causing! *kicks a charging man in face*
Dante takes a quick break to straighten his cuffs while smirking.
Dante: "Yeah? With whose money?"
Phantom quickly grabs a random man and shoves him towards Dante.
Phantom: His!
Dante catches the man and takes his wallet before shoving him aside. Dante looks into his wallet and frowns.
Dante: "I...I don't think he has enough!"
Breaking from this action for a second, we now see David going rampant throughout the entire bar and tea-bagging whoever happens to find himself lying prone on the ground. It is a grizzly sight. Meanwhile..back into the main action..The Phantom finds another hapless guy and punches him so that he flies backwards towards Dante.
Phantom: Looks..Looks like we're going to have to start building an account!
Dante thinks for a second before head-butting a guy to the ground.
Dante: "I think there's an app for that!.."
Dante sidesteps another charging patron, allowing him to crash headfirst into the wall.
Dante: "...If not..there's already an account!"
The Phantom throws another guy towards Dante.
Phantom: Well..they don't have a bar fight pickpocket app! You still have to do that kind of work yourself!
Dante grabs his guy by the ears and yanks them.
Dante: "I thought that was why we had David!"
Phantom looks around for a quick second.
Phantom: Speaking of which..where is that little b@st@rd??
Phantom knees a guy in the face, knocking him unconscious..The man, lying flat on his back in immediately tea-bagged in the face by David.
Phantom: FOUND HIM!!
Dante: "Strap his leash on!"
Phantom has a hand on David's shoulder.
Phantom: Nah, he's having too much fun!
Dante: "Well, then, you must know that when he goes missing..YOU'RE the one who looks for him!"
Phantom: We're in the middle of a bar-fight, Dante! There's plenty of poor souls for him to teabag. It's rather amusing!
Dante: "Say that again in fifteen minutes when we're done! I dare you!"
Phantom now picks David up and carries him over to Dante, holding him under his right arm and using his left to fend off drunken, angry bikers.
Phantom: The Phantom has an idea!!
David gets all excited.
David: TACO!! TACO!!
Dante shoots a disappointed look at David as he knees a biker in the balls.
Dante: "David!..That was nasty! Phantom, please continue!"
Phantom slaps a couple of bikers across the face to fend them off.
Phantom: Have him stand on your shoulders, The Phantom will put one of these poor jokers on the table and David can UberBag him!
David looks up at Phantom with wide-eyes.
David: TACO, BiG SuPeR Taco!!! Big MAC!!!!
Dante looks a little perplexed.
Dante: "..So..an uber-unicorn?!?"
Phantom nods.
Phantom: Precisely.
Dante picks David up carefully.
Dante: "He's expecting a happy-meal after this..Just thought you should know..."
Phantom: If he pulls this off, he will have earned it. Agree?
Dante: "No arguments here."
The Phantom finds one of the few drunken bikers who is able to stand and knocks him clean out and lays him on a nearby table. When he is situated he walks over to Dante who still has David under his arm squirming. Phantom takes David and stands him up on Dante's shoulders. David looks around and executes another perfect shooting star press, his body landing square on the face of the man on the table, breaking the table and gashing the man's face clear open. Both Phantom and Dante are so stunned at the beauty of this...all they can do is stand with their mouths wide open. Dante leans into Phantom.
Dante: "...Three happy-meals?"
Phantom: Four. Definitely four.
Dante: "I'll throw in an Epic Taco..."
Phantom: ...That..should just about cover it.
Dante and Phantom slap high fives.
Dante: "Totally worth it..."
David is far too busy tea-bagging the poor man to both listening to the conversation between Phantom and Dante. The two men decide to grab their beers that still remain on the bar-top untouched and head out of this ruckus. David has to be forcefully pulled off of the bloodied man he is tea-bagging. Before David leaves, he goes and gets his, still pristine, taco from the bar. Happily, David now follows Dante and Phantom out of the bar. Outside the bar we can still hear the bar fight continuing. In the background we can see Dante with some cards and a pair of dice standing amongst a group of about nine or ten guys..all of which are drunk beyond belief. As Phantom straps David's harness on him, he takes note of the PCW crew and begins to speak.
Phantom: So where do we begin with the one named Sync. To be honest from what the Phantom has heard, you seem to be no different than the simpletons that were dispatched behind us in the bar. It is quite easy to make yourself out to be a legend with a little liquid courage in you. The Phantom has seen your little three disk DVD set, and suffice to say it's worse than Elaine drunk dancing on Seinfeld. How in the world do you expect something like that to sell? But from whence it came, so it will be come, a failure. It does not take long to deduce this about you Sync. Your bad attitude, the drunkenness, the arrogance, and your horrible lack of an intelligent vocabulary are all part of what comes out of you in the ring. The Phantom once felt sorry for people like you Sync. Those days are long gone, the Phantom and his partner The Devil Himself Dante Daevain are here to prove one thing and one thing only, that The Pac is the best thing that wrestling has ever seen. That we are...
Dante Daevain comes up behind Phantom and taps Phantom on the shoulder. The Phantom turns to Dante Daevain who hands him a wad of cash that he apparently just won from the group of drunkards...
Dante: "Shut Up."
The Phantom takes the cash and starts counting as Dante steps in.
Dante: "Enough about wannabe sitcom actors and drunken failures. It is plain to see that at least one half of the Jobbers for Hire can't cut it in society...but what about the other? What about Scarletti?"
Dante leans up against the outside wall of the bar and chuckles.
Dante: "I think Sync got a raw deal..I do believe that he got shafted. Being paired with a man whose only accomplishment in life is being the twin brother of a former champion in PCW? Big deal. Let us not even go into the fact that this clear poser is blood related to, quite possibly, one of the biggest douchebags this company has ever seen. Really, Scarletti? Is this all you bring to the table? No accolades..no glory..just a name and a very tarnished image...Why do you go on, Scarletti? You are clearly a failure..much like your partner...except to think I dare say he is quite a bit more accomplished than you...But that's not really my place to say, now is it?"
Dante: "Scarletti, your failures will be multiplied tenfold come Beantown Brawl...Your image will be shattered beyond repair. Nothing you do will save you from the peril you face at the hands of The Pac...Not even a deal with The Devil Himself. You're helpless. Hopeless. All you and your partner are to myself and Phantom..are a simple stepping stone to greater things. There is no denying that The Pac will become the rising force to contend with in PCW...It's just too bad you two will be left in the dust, unable to do a thing as Phantom and I cruise to bigger and better things. I do hope you enjoy your last nights of freedom..."
With this Dante takes a sip of his beer and smirks. Phantom is still counting money as the scene slowly fades out.
