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Ring Announcer: Please give a warm welcome to your World Tag Team Champions...P...O...V!
Crowd: (Boos)
Play-by-Play Commentator: Well folks, I'm sorry we have to inflict you with these three again...I thought they'd been booted from the show quite frankly, so I'm not sure what they're doing on here now.
Color Commentator: The Tag Team Champions are here to address the New Blood crowd, and you know there used to be a time in this country when the champions could say what was on their mind at one of the biggest shows of the year without fear of reprisal.
Play-by-Play: Yeah well I don't think anybody would miss them if they just...disappeared.
Color: Quiet down! Aiden's about to speak!
Aiden Prince (on microphone): So...it would seem...that myself and my boys have...incurred the ire of the public, and the mainstream media for some of our comments. What do you think, Hank?
Crowd: (Boos relentlessly)
Hank Heissler (on mic): We've been called...insensitive. Offensive.
Sid Kyle (on mic): So much so, that thanks to our cancel-culture society, General Manager Tuck Keller has not lined up an opponent for Hank and myself tonight at New Blood. ROBBING us of a pay-per-view payday that we rightly earned through over a year of dominance and excellence...over the tag team division.
Hank (on mic): For 391 days, we have demonstrated that our superiority is more than just a 'talking point,' more than just 'propaganda,' as some have claimed, but a cold, hard FACT.
Sid (on mic): And facts...don't care about your feelings.
Aiden (on mic): But God forbid we have an opinion, right? We haven't said anything that everyone doesn't already know. But luckily...at the last moment, we were able to convince the powers that be to let us come out here...and offer up an open challenge for the World Tag Team Championships.
Sid (on mic): Imagine that, the reigning champions having to beg to our woke masters just to appear on the Pay-Per-View.
Hank (on mic): So Sid and myself...we will take on any challengers who come down that ramp, any challengers who wish to pit their physicality, their intellect, their very being...against our own, and step into the ring with POV. That is...any challengers who are left.
Play-by-Play: Well it's hard to imagine there'll be a lot of takers, POV's been taking teams out left and right, shelving them with injuries...anything to protect their titles.
Aiden (on mic): But before we get to that, we want to address, you - South Barclay. Now as many of you probably know...if you get off the streets and dark alleys long enough to watch the news...you guys have had a few...run-ins with the law, as of late...
Crowd: (Intensifies booing)
Aiden (on mic): Now, contrary to what you might hear, we're not here to judge. You can't judge a book by its cover. Just look at me! People make assumptions about me all the time. They say...you know, some even think I'm a little...prejudice?
Sid (on mic): Baseless. Absolutely baseless.
Aiden (on mic): And yet, look at my arm bands! My knee-socks! The rainbows! My partner back home! How can I be prejudice? I don't want to be judged any more than you do. And yet...there are things, you know...things I can't help. I mean it's just nature. It's pure science, some people are just...the way they are. I got good grades. It's true, I'm not ashamed to admit it...I got good grades, I wore nice clothes, lived in a nice neighborhood...what I'm trying to say is, in many ways, I just can't help...behaving like a rabbit. It's true! I make no excuses. Just like with Hank's god-like good looks and physical superiority, he can't help being a fox, any more than Sid can help being a raccoon. And, likewise, for you South-Bar residents, sometimes you just can't help, well...being the way...that you are...
Crowd: (Grows louder)
Play-by-Play: Folks, I assure you that this little...you-know-what's comments do not reflect the views of the rest of us here in the company. I wish somebody would get the hook already...
Color: It's called freedom of speech, and while I might not agree with everything they say, it's a beautiful thing, to live in a country where anyone can speak their mind.
Aiden (on mic): But that's okay, because POV is here to help, with a few simple, life lessons that anybody can follow, common sense things that you should've learned a long time ago. First up, when you're pulled over, and statistically, if you live in this town, you will be, keep your hands on the steering wheel. That helps our boys in blue approach safely without worrying that you may revert to your, well, baser instincts. Second...
Crowd: Fuck you, long-ear! Fuck you, long-ear! Fuck you, long-ear!
Play-by-Play: Well, this South Barclay Island crowd isn't exactly known for being shy...
Aiden (on mic, brushing through one of his ears): They are nice, aren't they? Anyway, like I was saying...second...when you do get pulled out of the car, since...heh, let's face it, you probably did the thing they think you did...do. not. resist. Now that part I can't stress enough, that that seems to be your most common mistake. You see, we in the first-world part of this country pay our heroes in uniform to deal with society's undesirables and...
Crowd: Assssssshoooooole! Assssssshoooooole! Assssssshoooooole!
Sid (on mic): See, now this is exactly what we're talking about. You're only making this harder on yourselves.
Aiden (on mic): Sid, would you...would you say that we'd get through this a lot easier if they'd only...comply?
Sid (on mic): As a matter of fact, that's EXACTLY what I'm saying.
Crowd: (Continues booing)
Aiden (on mic): Look, let's just skip right to number three...when you've got one of those...kids of yours in the car...
(Music hits)
Play-by-Play: What a minute now...
Color: What the...?
(Video plays on jumbo screen)
Play-by-Play: What is this?
Video: (Bus pulls up on busy South Barclay Island street, doors open, rat emerges)
Crowd: (Erupts)
Color: Wait a minute...is that...?!
Music: (Intensifies)
Video: (Cuts to rat walking up to derelict building, knocking on boarded up door)
Sid (To Heissler): The hell is this...?!
Video: (Larger rat swings open door, steps out onto sidewalk, nods once)
Crowd: (Explodes)
Play-by-Play: Oh my god...do you know who that is...?!
Video: (Cuts to both rats walking into the distance, toward brightly-lit Wilkins Arena)
Play-by-Play: My god! It's...!
Color: No...no way...!
(Camera cuts back to arena, both rats walk out into stage)
Play-by-Play: It is! I can't believe it, it's...Dante Rotunda, Mason Cortez...my god, it's...New Death Row...!!
Color: How are...what are they doing here?
Dante (From the stage): Aw, South Bar, you done did it now, the Row just pulled up in the Wilk, and we here to collect one! What about you up there, I see you -bleep- ing sitting there! Let's -bleep- ing hear you!
Play-by-Play: POV can't believe it! These 14,000 fans can't believe it...I can't believe it!
Color: These guys are one of the most...feared tag teams in the industry! They've won championships all over the world...are they here to answer the open challenge?!
Cortez: (Looks across crowd)
Dante (Tapping on Cortez's arm): Hey Cortez...who the -bleep- are these guys down here?
Play-by-Play: I can't believe it, Dante and Cortez making their way to the ring...!
Ring Announcer: And their opponents...from South Barclayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Island...
Crowd: (Roars)
Ring Announcer: Weighing in at a combined weight of 486 pounds...Dante and Cortez....NEW DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEATH ROOOOOW!
Crowd: (Explodes)
Play-by-Play: This place has come completely unglued here!
Color: You can feel it shaking all the way up in the rafters! This is...this is unfair, POV wasn't expecting this...!
Play-by-Play: And look at this, New Death Row going right after POV...!
Color: This is already descended into a fist fight...!
Referee: Ring it! Ring it!
(Bell rings)
Play-by-Play: Cortez dumping Heissler out of the ring! And he's gonna follow him out there. And that leaves Dante with Sid...Sid sending Dante into the ropes, no, reversal and Dante with the picture-perfect drop kick!
Color: Whose even legal in this thing?!
Play-by-Play: Well I think it's Dante and Sid, Cortez and Heissler are still brawling on the outside and Heissler...! Sending Cortez into the barricade, and...I think he's loading up with that big boot! Charging at Cortez and...oh, maybe not!
Color: Oh, god!
Front Row Crowd: (Cheers)
Play-by-Play: Oh, what a counter! Heissler face first into the...into the rim of that barricade, good lord...Cortez with that...I don't know what you call it, he just...vaulted him into the air, then brought him down with, looked like a reverse chokeslam, almost...
Color: He calls that the Slam Jam! He just smashed Heissler face first into that barricade, Hank is OUT!
Play-by-Play: My god, you ever see anybody handle big Hank Heissler like that before?
Color: Wait - look what's happening in the ring, Dante up to the top rope...! Sid, turn around, quick...!
Play-by-Play: That's high-risk territory up there and...ohh! Dante scores with the blockbuster, Sid flopping around the ring like he's completely lost...!
Dante (to Crowd): Lemme hear a little democracy, who wants me to knock this sucka's teeth right out through his ass?!
Front Row Crowd: (Cheers in approval)
Dante: Alright then, alright.
Color: I think Dante's looking for that Full Dental, that running knee strike...Sid has no idea it's coming...!
Dante (Chanting with crowd): N...! D...! R...!
Play-by-Play: Here it comes - oh wait a minute, Dante was tripped by, oh, that little son of a - Aiden Prince grabbing the leg of Dante just as he's about to go for that Full Dental. You know folks, Aiden Prince is NOT a part of this match, I know that might be easy to forget sometimes, as often as he inserts himself into the proceedings but - and oh, Dante's not gonna take that, following Aiden to the outside.
Aiden Prince: Come and get me ratty, come and get the Little Devil Boyyyyy...
Play-by-Play: Aiden with that...little devil boy taunt, whatever that is, dancing around with his fingers on his head, he looks like a jackass, does he know that?
Color: Well Dante's in hot pursuit, stalking Aiden around the ring.
Dante: What the hell you doing? Hm? You wanna put your hands on me? You wanna throw down on the Row? Walkin' that green mile now, long-ear? You wanna mix up between them ropes, you gonna take the ass whoopin' that comes with it. C'mere, boy!
Play-by-Play: Oh, and Dante taking off running after Aiden! Prince is fast, I'll give him that...stopping to do that stupid taunt again, not sure that's wise...
Color: Prince doing exactly what he's supposed to, he's POV's ace in the hole, buying Sid Kyle precious recovery time. There he goes, rounding another corner.
Aiden: Better run like you're running from the - Gyuhk!
Crowd: Ohhhhhhhh....!
Play-by-play OHHHHH MY GOD, WHAT A CLOTHESLINE! MASON CORTEZ!
Color: Good god, somebody get the doctor over there to check on Aiden! He must've flew about ten feet right into those steel steps!
Dante (To Aiden, while jumping on Mason's back): HOW DO YOU DO?!
Play by play: Aiden Prince...! He was running on the tracks! And then the train came through! Mason Cortez, my GOD...! What a knockout shot!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Play-by-Play: You see the...well you got your wish, they're checking out the little twerp now...
Color: I can't believe - are these animals actually cheering this?!
Play-by-Play: Well we gotta...we gotta look at that again.
Color: We do?!
Play-by-Play: Here's the replay, look at this, Aiden Prince, that little...little you-know what, after getting involved in this match, chased around the ring by Dante and th - BAM! There it is, Mason Cortez with...he calls that the Sawed-Off, that lariat...and Aiden never sees it coming, just about takes his whole head off!
Color: Aiden's feet flew up from underneath him and he flew into those...steel steps, landing on the back of his head or his neck and he hasn't moved a muscle since...!
Crowd: Thank you, Mason! Thank you, Mason! Thank you, Mason!
Play-by-Play: Look at Mason, showing off that...I think that's a puncture wound on his inner arm there, from where Aiden Prince got hit right in his...right in his buck teeth!
Color: Medical staff checking on Aiden...my god, he doesn't know if he's in South Barclay or the South Pole!
Crowd: Big M.C.! Big M.C.! Big M.C.!
Play-by-Play: The live crowd here still showing their appreciation for Cortez...Dante's gotta get back in the ring here before he's counted out, and there he goes, he realizes that too, and - what the hell is Heissler doing now, how is Heissler even up? He's...he's tossing one of those tag belts into the ring, referee Lilian Yanez stopping him at the ropes, and...oh wait a minute...Lilian's caught up getting rid of that first belt, she doesn't even see Sid with the other one - agh! Son of a bitch...Dante drilled right in the upper back and neck area with that title belt! Dammit! The ref's distracted, didn't see it, and now oh here we go, Sid holding up Dante.
Color: He's teeing one up for big Hank!
Play-by-Play: Heissler gearing up with that Final Weapon big boot. Damn it, not like this! Hank taking off - OHH! SPEAR!
Crowd: (Roars)
Play-by-Play: Cortez cutting off Heissler with a massive spear, my god, he just about broke Heissler in half!
Color: Good god, Cortez came out of nowhere and just...flattened Hank Heissler!
Play-by-Play: This Mason Cortez, I swear to you, nothing he does looks pretty but ALL of it hurts! And Dante, fighting out of Sid's grip, big hip toss, and - there it is! Dante with the Full Dental right into the face of Sid Kyle! That may have just knocked Sid's teeth out into the third row!
Dante (to Sid): Whoa! What happened?!
Crowd: (Goes crazy)
Dante (Punching Cortez in the arm): Hey, M.C....!
Dante and Cortez: (Raise hands in the air, give thumbs up)
Crowd: (Intensifies)
Play-by-Play: And here we go, you can hear them calling for it...!
Dante and Cortez: (Thumbs down)
Dante and Crowd: ...SHUT 'EM DOWN!!
Color: Oh no! Get up, Sid, get up...!
Play-by-Play: Cortez lifting Sid up by one of his ears...Dante into position...! Sid sent into the ropes...Cortez's got him up...and Dante...! THERE IT IS! Shut Em Down! That flapjack and Famouser combination!
Crowd: (Explodes)
Play-by-Play: Dante with the cover! The count! The count...! THE THREE! They've done it, Mason and - WE'VE GOT NEW CHAMPIONS!!
Crowd: (Erupts)
Ring Announcer: Here are your winners...and the NEWWWWWWWWWWW...World Tag Team Champions...NEW DEAAAAAAATH ROWWWWWW!
Play-by-Play: My god, what a moment! New Death Row shock everyone, showing up here tonight in the Wilkins Arena, and...absolutely...DESTROY POV!
Color: I can't believe it...POV have...they've absolutely dominated the tag team division for over a year, they put so many teams on the shelf, they beat everybody...and New Death Row shows up and...just...marches right through them...!
Dante and Cortez: (Climb corners)
Dante: NDR ain't workin' by the hour! Same -bleep-, different day, every belt, everywhere, locked UP!
Play-by-Play: New Death Row came...they saw...and they shut...them...down!
Color: Aiden's still out of it, I don't even think he knows that his boys aren't the champs anymore...!
Play-by-Play: Well we gotta go back and take a look at some of this, watch this, right at the start of the match, Heissler and Cortez on the outside, and Cortez taking Heissler out with that...that Slam Jam, you said...and then look at this, I could watch this over and over again, Aiden Prince, interfering in this match running away from Dante and then - BOOM! My god, Cortez takes his head off with...that has to be the biggest clothesline I have ever seen in my entire life, that Sawed-Off lariat. Prince's feet flying up under him, slamming head first into those steel steps, and then later on, Dante with the Full Dental right into the face of Sid Kyle, and that set them up for the finale, their biggest shot, the Shut Em Down, shut Sid down for good, and one, two, three, it's over, just like that, we've got new champions in the Wilkins Arena.
Dante (diving among the crowd): All day, all night, NDR! South-Bar born! South-Bar bred! South-Bar DEAD!
Cortez (Passing by crowd): C'mon, D.
Play-by-Play: Did you ever think you'd see New Death Row walking out of here with the World Tag Team Titles? And on their first night?
Color: It's like I said when they first came out...one of the most feared, most respected, most successful teams in the world today. It was only a matter of time before they made their mark here. And unfortunately for POV, it came at the expense of their historic title reign.
Dante (to Cortez, walking up the ramp): Hey M.C....who were those dudes, anyway?
Shout out to everyone else who managed to scrape together just enough autonomy over their own thoughts to draw something else this weekend besides your stupid character sticking their ass in the air because the internet told you to. In a fandom where even one, stray, original idea is some sort of blasphemy, I know it was no small feat to resist the urge to be the same, replaceable dumbfuck as everyone else.
Anyway I'm certainly putting far more work into explaining this than I should, given that my audience is...well, you know. But either way.
Example of a Clothesline/Lariat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yW6eEtsZ6o
Example of a Blockbuster: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1weL16BriUs
Example of a 'Full Dental' running knee strike: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ekcc91yp7Q0
-The two separate parts of NDR's finisher-
Example of a Flapjack (Mason's part): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdJxVVurew0
Example of a Famouser (Dante's part): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fybZb8N5UFs
Crowd: (Boos)
Play-by-Play Commentator: Well folks, I'm sorry we have to inflict you with these three again...I thought they'd been booted from the show quite frankly, so I'm not sure what they're doing on here now.
Color Commentator: The Tag Team Champions are here to address the New Blood crowd, and you know there used to be a time in this country when the champions could say what was on their mind at one of the biggest shows of the year without fear of reprisal.
Play-by-Play: Yeah well I don't think anybody would miss them if they just...disappeared.
Color: Quiet down! Aiden's about to speak!
Aiden Prince (on microphone): So...it would seem...that myself and my boys have...incurred the ire of the public, and the mainstream media for some of our comments. What do you think, Hank?
Crowd: (Boos relentlessly)
Hank Heissler (on mic): We've been called...insensitive. Offensive.
Sid Kyle (on mic): So much so, that thanks to our cancel-culture society, General Manager Tuck Keller has not lined up an opponent for Hank and myself tonight at New Blood. ROBBING us of a pay-per-view payday that we rightly earned through over a year of dominance and excellence...over the tag team division.
Hank (on mic): For 391 days, we have demonstrated that our superiority is more than just a 'talking point,' more than just 'propaganda,' as some have claimed, but a cold, hard FACT.
Sid (on mic): And facts...don't care about your feelings.
Aiden (on mic): But God forbid we have an opinion, right? We haven't said anything that everyone doesn't already know. But luckily...at the last moment, we were able to convince the powers that be to let us come out here...and offer up an open challenge for the World Tag Team Championships.
Sid (on mic): Imagine that, the reigning champions having to beg to our woke masters just to appear on the Pay-Per-View.
Hank (on mic): So Sid and myself...we will take on any challengers who come down that ramp, any challengers who wish to pit their physicality, their intellect, their very being...against our own, and step into the ring with POV. That is...any challengers who are left.
Play-by-Play: Well it's hard to imagine there'll be a lot of takers, POV's been taking teams out left and right, shelving them with injuries...anything to protect their titles.
Aiden (on mic): But before we get to that, we want to address, you - South Barclay. Now as many of you probably know...if you get off the streets and dark alleys long enough to watch the news...you guys have had a few...run-ins with the law, as of late...
Crowd: (Intensifies booing)
Aiden (on mic): Now, contrary to what you might hear, we're not here to judge. You can't judge a book by its cover. Just look at me! People make assumptions about me all the time. They say...you know, some even think I'm a little...prejudice?
Sid (on mic): Baseless. Absolutely baseless.
Aiden (on mic): And yet, look at my arm bands! My knee-socks! The rainbows! My partner back home! How can I be prejudice? I don't want to be judged any more than you do. And yet...there are things, you know...things I can't help. I mean it's just nature. It's pure science, some people are just...the way they are. I got good grades. It's true, I'm not ashamed to admit it...I got good grades, I wore nice clothes, lived in a nice neighborhood...what I'm trying to say is, in many ways, I just can't help...behaving like a rabbit. It's true! I make no excuses. Just like with Hank's god-like good looks and physical superiority, he can't help being a fox, any more than Sid can help being a raccoon. And, likewise, for you South-Bar residents, sometimes you just can't help, well...being the way...that you are...
Crowd: (Grows louder)
Play-by-Play: Folks, I assure you that this little...you-know-what's comments do not reflect the views of the rest of us here in the company. I wish somebody would get the hook already...
Color: It's called freedom of speech, and while I might not agree with everything they say, it's a beautiful thing, to live in a country where anyone can speak their mind.
Aiden (on mic): But that's okay, because POV is here to help, with a few simple, life lessons that anybody can follow, common sense things that you should've learned a long time ago. First up, when you're pulled over, and statistically, if you live in this town, you will be, keep your hands on the steering wheel. That helps our boys in blue approach safely without worrying that you may revert to your, well, baser instincts. Second...
Crowd: Fuck you, long-ear! Fuck you, long-ear! Fuck you, long-ear!
Play-by-Play: Well, this South Barclay Island crowd isn't exactly known for being shy...
Aiden (on mic, brushing through one of his ears): They are nice, aren't they? Anyway, like I was saying...second...when you do get pulled out of the car, since...heh, let's face it, you probably did the thing they think you did...do. not. resist. Now that part I can't stress enough, that that seems to be your most common mistake. You see, we in the first-world part of this country pay our heroes in uniform to deal with society's undesirables and...
Crowd: Assssssshoooooole! Assssssshoooooole! Assssssshoooooole!
Sid (on mic): See, now this is exactly what we're talking about. You're only making this harder on yourselves.
Aiden (on mic): Sid, would you...would you say that we'd get through this a lot easier if they'd only...comply?
Sid (on mic): As a matter of fact, that's EXACTLY what I'm saying.
Crowd: (Continues booing)
Aiden (on mic): Look, let's just skip right to number three...when you've got one of those...kids of yours in the car...
(Music hits)
Play-by-Play: What a minute now...
Color: What the...?
(Video plays on jumbo screen)
Play-by-Play: What is this?
Video: (Bus pulls up on busy South Barclay Island street, doors open, rat emerges)
Crowd: (Erupts)
Color: Wait a minute...is that...?!
Music: (Intensifies)
Video: (Cuts to rat walking up to derelict building, knocking on boarded up door)
Sid (To Heissler): The hell is this...?!
Video: (Larger rat swings open door, steps out onto sidewalk, nods once)
Crowd: (Explodes)
Play-by-Play: Oh my god...do you know who that is...?!
Video: (Cuts to both rats walking into the distance, toward brightly-lit Wilkins Arena)
Play-by-Play: My god! It's...!
Color: No...no way...!
(Camera cuts back to arena, both rats walk out into stage)
Play-by-Play: It is! I can't believe it, it's...Dante Rotunda, Mason Cortez...my god, it's...New Death Row...!!
Color: How are...what are they doing here?
Dante (From the stage): Aw, South Bar, you done did it now, the Row just pulled up in the Wilk, and we here to collect one! What about you up there, I see you -bleep- ing sitting there! Let's -bleep- ing hear you!
Play-by-Play: POV can't believe it! These 14,000 fans can't believe it...I can't believe it!
Color: These guys are one of the most...feared tag teams in the industry! They've won championships all over the world...are they here to answer the open challenge?!
Cortez: (Looks across crowd)
Dante (Tapping on Cortez's arm): Hey Cortez...who the -bleep- are these guys down here?
Play-by-Play: I can't believe it, Dante and Cortez making their way to the ring...!
Ring Announcer: And their opponents...from South Barclayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Island...
Crowd: (Roars)
Ring Announcer: Weighing in at a combined weight of 486 pounds...Dante and Cortez....NEW DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEATH ROOOOOW!
Crowd: (Explodes)
Play-by-Play: This place has come completely unglued here!
Color: You can feel it shaking all the way up in the rafters! This is...this is unfair, POV wasn't expecting this...!
Play-by-Play: And look at this, New Death Row going right after POV...!
Color: This is already descended into a fist fight...!
Referee: Ring it! Ring it!
(Bell rings)
Play-by-Play: Cortez dumping Heissler out of the ring! And he's gonna follow him out there. And that leaves Dante with Sid...Sid sending Dante into the ropes, no, reversal and Dante with the picture-perfect drop kick!
Color: Whose even legal in this thing?!
Play-by-Play: Well I think it's Dante and Sid, Cortez and Heissler are still brawling on the outside and Heissler...! Sending Cortez into the barricade, and...I think he's loading up with that big boot! Charging at Cortez and...oh, maybe not!
Color: Oh, god!
Front Row Crowd: (Cheers)
Play-by-Play: Oh, what a counter! Heissler face first into the...into the rim of that barricade, good lord...Cortez with that...I don't know what you call it, he just...vaulted him into the air, then brought him down with, looked like a reverse chokeslam, almost...
Color: He calls that the Slam Jam! He just smashed Heissler face first into that barricade, Hank is OUT!
Play-by-Play: My god, you ever see anybody handle big Hank Heissler like that before?
Color: Wait - look what's happening in the ring, Dante up to the top rope...! Sid, turn around, quick...!
Play-by-Play: That's high-risk territory up there and...ohh! Dante scores with the blockbuster, Sid flopping around the ring like he's completely lost...!
Dante (to Crowd): Lemme hear a little democracy, who wants me to knock this sucka's teeth right out through his ass?!
Front Row Crowd: (Cheers in approval)
Dante: Alright then, alright.
Color: I think Dante's looking for that Full Dental, that running knee strike...Sid has no idea it's coming...!
Dante (Chanting with crowd): N...! D...! R...!
Play-by-Play: Here it comes - oh wait a minute, Dante was tripped by, oh, that little son of a - Aiden Prince grabbing the leg of Dante just as he's about to go for that Full Dental. You know folks, Aiden Prince is NOT a part of this match, I know that might be easy to forget sometimes, as often as he inserts himself into the proceedings but - and oh, Dante's not gonna take that, following Aiden to the outside.
Aiden Prince: Come and get me ratty, come and get the Little Devil Boyyyyy...
Play-by-Play: Aiden with that...little devil boy taunt, whatever that is, dancing around with his fingers on his head, he looks like a jackass, does he know that?
Color: Well Dante's in hot pursuit, stalking Aiden around the ring.
Dante: What the hell you doing? Hm? You wanna put your hands on me? You wanna throw down on the Row? Walkin' that green mile now, long-ear? You wanna mix up between them ropes, you gonna take the ass whoopin' that comes with it. C'mere, boy!
Play-by-Play: Oh, and Dante taking off running after Aiden! Prince is fast, I'll give him that...stopping to do that stupid taunt again, not sure that's wise...
Color: Prince doing exactly what he's supposed to, he's POV's ace in the hole, buying Sid Kyle precious recovery time. There he goes, rounding another corner.
Aiden: Better run like you're running from the - Gyuhk!
Crowd: Ohhhhhhhh....!
Play-by-play OHHHHH MY GOD, WHAT A CLOTHESLINE! MASON CORTEZ!
Color: Good god, somebody get the doctor over there to check on Aiden! He must've flew about ten feet right into those steel steps!
Dante (To Aiden, while jumping on Mason's back): HOW DO YOU DO?!
Play by play: Aiden Prince...! He was running on the tracks! And then the train came through! Mason Cortez, my GOD...! What a knockout shot!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Play-by-Play: You see the...well you got your wish, they're checking out the little twerp now...
Color: I can't believe - are these animals actually cheering this?!
Play-by-Play: Well we gotta...we gotta look at that again.
Color: We do?!
Play-by-Play: Here's the replay, look at this, Aiden Prince, that little...little you-know what, after getting involved in this match, chased around the ring by Dante and th - BAM! There it is, Mason Cortez with...he calls that the Sawed-Off, that lariat...and Aiden never sees it coming, just about takes his whole head off!
Color: Aiden's feet flew up from underneath him and he flew into those...steel steps, landing on the back of his head or his neck and he hasn't moved a muscle since...!
Crowd: Thank you, Mason! Thank you, Mason! Thank you, Mason!
Play-by-Play: Look at Mason, showing off that...I think that's a puncture wound on his inner arm there, from where Aiden Prince got hit right in his...right in his buck teeth!
Color: Medical staff checking on Aiden...my god, he doesn't know if he's in South Barclay or the South Pole!
Crowd: Big M.C.! Big M.C.! Big M.C.!
Play-by-Play: The live crowd here still showing their appreciation for Cortez...Dante's gotta get back in the ring here before he's counted out, and there he goes, he realizes that too, and - what the hell is Heissler doing now, how is Heissler even up? He's...he's tossing one of those tag belts into the ring, referee Lilian Yanez stopping him at the ropes, and...oh wait a minute...Lilian's caught up getting rid of that first belt, she doesn't even see Sid with the other one - agh! Son of a bitch...Dante drilled right in the upper back and neck area with that title belt! Dammit! The ref's distracted, didn't see it, and now oh here we go, Sid holding up Dante.
Color: He's teeing one up for big Hank!
Play-by-Play: Heissler gearing up with that Final Weapon big boot. Damn it, not like this! Hank taking off - OHH! SPEAR!
Crowd: (Roars)
Play-by-Play: Cortez cutting off Heissler with a massive spear, my god, he just about broke Heissler in half!
Color: Good god, Cortez came out of nowhere and just...flattened Hank Heissler!
Play-by-Play: This Mason Cortez, I swear to you, nothing he does looks pretty but ALL of it hurts! And Dante, fighting out of Sid's grip, big hip toss, and - there it is! Dante with the Full Dental right into the face of Sid Kyle! That may have just knocked Sid's teeth out into the third row!
Dante (to Sid): Whoa! What happened?!
Crowd: (Goes crazy)
Dante (Punching Cortez in the arm): Hey, M.C....!
Dante and Cortez: (Raise hands in the air, give thumbs up)
Crowd: (Intensifies)
Play-by-Play: And here we go, you can hear them calling for it...!
Dante and Cortez: (Thumbs down)
Dante and Crowd: ...SHUT 'EM DOWN!!
Color: Oh no! Get up, Sid, get up...!
Play-by-Play: Cortez lifting Sid up by one of his ears...Dante into position...! Sid sent into the ropes...Cortez's got him up...and Dante...! THERE IT IS! Shut Em Down! That flapjack and Famouser combination!
Crowd: (Explodes)
Play-by-Play: Dante with the cover! The count! The count...! THE THREE! They've done it, Mason and - WE'VE GOT NEW CHAMPIONS!!
Crowd: (Erupts)
Ring Announcer: Here are your winners...and the NEWWWWWWWWWWW...World Tag Team Champions...NEW DEAAAAAAATH ROWWWWWW!
Play-by-Play: My god, what a moment! New Death Row shock everyone, showing up here tonight in the Wilkins Arena, and...absolutely...DESTROY POV!
Color: I can't believe it...POV have...they've absolutely dominated the tag team division for over a year, they put so many teams on the shelf, they beat everybody...and New Death Row shows up and...just...marches right through them...!
Dante and Cortez: (Climb corners)
Dante: NDR ain't workin' by the hour! Same -bleep-, different day, every belt, everywhere, locked UP!
Play-by-Play: New Death Row came...they saw...and they shut...them...down!
Color: Aiden's still out of it, I don't even think he knows that his boys aren't the champs anymore...!
Play-by-Play: Well we gotta go back and take a look at some of this, watch this, right at the start of the match, Heissler and Cortez on the outside, and Cortez taking Heissler out with that...that Slam Jam, you said...and then look at this, I could watch this over and over again, Aiden Prince, interfering in this match running away from Dante and then - BOOM! My god, Cortez takes his head off with...that has to be the biggest clothesline I have ever seen in my entire life, that Sawed-Off lariat. Prince's feet flying up under him, slamming head first into those steel steps, and then later on, Dante with the Full Dental right into the face of Sid Kyle, and that set them up for the finale, their biggest shot, the Shut Em Down, shut Sid down for good, and one, two, three, it's over, just like that, we've got new champions in the Wilkins Arena.
Dante (diving among the crowd): All day, all night, NDR! South-Bar born! South-Bar bred! South-Bar DEAD!
Cortez (Passing by crowd): C'mon, D.
Play-by-Play: Did you ever think you'd see New Death Row walking out of here with the World Tag Team Titles? And on their first night?
Color: It's like I said when they first came out...one of the most feared, most respected, most successful teams in the world today. It was only a matter of time before they made their mark here. And unfortunately for POV, it came at the expense of their historic title reign.
Dante (to Cortez, walking up the ramp): Hey M.C....who were those dudes, anyway?
Shout out to everyone else who managed to scrape together just enough autonomy over their own thoughts to draw something else this weekend besides your stupid character sticking their ass in the air because the internet told you to. In a fandom where even one, stray, original idea is some sort of blasphemy, I know it was no small feat to resist the urge to be the same, replaceable dumbfuck as everyone else.
Anyway I'm certainly putting far more work into explaining this than I should, given that my audience is...well, you know. But either way.
Example of a Clothesline/Lariat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yW6eEtsZ6o
Example of a Blockbuster: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1weL16BriUs
Example of a 'Full Dental' running knee strike: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ekcc91yp7Q0
-The two separate parts of NDR's finisher-
Example of a Flapjack (Mason's part): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdJxVVurew0
Example of a Famouser (Dante's part): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fybZb8N5UFs
Category All / General Furry Art
Species Rat
Size 1300 x 1014px
File Size 1.76 MB
I really liked that! Great visual story. I didn't know what most of the moves were but it worked fine anyway (and the video links for clarifications afterwards was handy).
The mixing between fighter and commentator dialogues also worked very well.
The one point of feedback that I'd offer would be that there were a bit too many names being mixed up, as a short story like this doesn't have enough time to properly introduce and cement everything. For example, the rats primarily being referred to as Dante and Cortez, but then there was one line, "while jumping on Mason's back", where I ended up having to scroll back to see who Mason was.
Oh, and of course a great pic as always.
The mixing between fighter and commentator dialogues also worked very well.
The one point of feedback that I'd offer would be that there were a bit too many names being mixed up, as a short story like this doesn't have enough time to properly introduce and cement everything. For example, the rats primarily being referred to as Dante and Cortez, but then there was one line, "while jumping on Mason's back", where I ended up having to scroll back to see who Mason was.
Oh, and of course a great pic as always.
I really liked that! Great visual story. I didn't know what most of the moves were but it worked fine anyway (and the video links for clarifications afterwards was handy).
The mixing between fighter and commentator dialogues also worked very well.
The one point of feedback that I'd offer would be that there were a bit too many names being mixed up, as a short story like this doesn't have enough time to properly introduce and cement everything. For example, the rats primarily being referred to as Dante and Cortez, but then there was one line, "while jumping on Mason's back", where I ended up having to scroll back to see who Mason was.
Oh, and of course a great pic as always.
Btw, who's who in the pic?
I could see the name thing getting confusing since I kind of wanted to have it both ways in that I felt that he'd only go by Cortez mostly but I couldn't get Mason out of my mind since it's the name he had when I first wrote the lines so it became Mason Cortez. Plus it's written mostly as it would appear from a television perspective so I didn't make time for proper introductions or exposition, as you said. All in all it's kind of an attempt to present a furry wrestling image from an actual, informed, wrestling-fan perspective instead of how it's often portrayed, even though I'm not exactly sure who such a thing is for. Me, I guess.
Dante's the one with the goggles, Cortez is the one in the foreground. I considered making it clearer who was who but I guess I wanted to challenge myself to try and use their body language in the drawing, juxtaposed with the story, to let the viewer deduce on their own which is which, Dante being the more brash, trash-talking, more agile one and Cortez being the stoic, no-nonsense powerhouse.
The mixing between fighter and commentator dialogues also worked very well.
The one point of feedback that I'd offer would be that there were a bit too many names being mixed up, as a short story like this doesn't have enough time to properly introduce and cement everything. For example, the rats primarily being referred to as Dante and Cortez, but then there was one line, "while jumping on Mason's back", where I ended up having to scroll back to see who Mason was.
Oh, and of course a great pic as always.
Btw, who's who in the pic?
I could see the name thing getting confusing since I kind of wanted to have it both ways in that I felt that he'd only go by Cortez mostly but I couldn't get Mason out of my mind since it's the name he had when I first wrote the lines so it became Mason Cortez. Plus it's written mostly as it would appear from a television perspective so I didn't make time for proper introductions or exposition, as you said. All in all it's kind of an attempt to present a furry wrestling image from an actual, informed, wrestling-fan perspective instead of how it's often portrayed, even though I'm not exactly sure who such a thing is for. Me, I guess.
Dante's the one with the goggles, Cortez is the one in the foreground. I considered making it clearer who was who but I guess I wanted to challenge myself to try and use their body language in the drawing, juxtaposed with the story, to let the viewer deduce on their own which is which, Dante being the more brash, trash-talking, more agile one and Cortez being the stoic, no-nonsense powerhouse.
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