AWS Tag Team Championships
Tag Team Match
The Streamers (Rogue & Nova) vs. Scum of the Earth (Derek Wellings & Leon Roberts) ©

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[i]We open to Derek Wellings pollishing the AWS Tag Team Championships. His daughter, Wendy Sato, approaches him from behind. Before she can speak, Derek turns to her with a smile.[/i]

*** Derek Wellings ***
Another tag title to add to my collection.

*** Wendy Sato ***
It is an impressive tag title collection.

[i]Derek stops polishing his tag team title and sets it aside. He stands up and approaches his trophy shelf. With ond hand on his shoulder, Wendy joins him, looking to Derek then to the trophy case.[/i]

*** Derek Wellings ***
Northern Championship Wrestling, Mayhem Wrestling Entertainment, Enigmar Wrestling, Extreme Wrestling Corporation, and now the Asylum Wrestling Society Tag Team Championship. World Tag Team Champion in five promotion, and on a personal note, I'm very happy a real friend took the AWS World Tag Team titles with me.

*** Wendy Sato ***
Mr. Roberts really was happy.

[i]Wendy reaches into her back pocket and hands Derek a letter. There's nothing on the paper but a picture is included: It's Leon, drunk and naked, having joined the Polar Bear Club, the only “article” of clothing is the AWS World Tag Team Championship covering his genitals. An eccentric smile crosses Wendy's face at seeing Derek's reaction.[/i]

*** Wendy Sato ***
You act like you've never seen him naked.... before.

*** Derek Wellings ***
I have, It doesn't mean I like seeing him naked. UGH!

[i]Derek throws the letter and paper into a trash can. His back rests against a wall as he look and Wendy, then to first Monday Night Ward of 2025. Having already defeated “The Streamers”, Rogue & Nova, among 4 other teams at Reindeer Games 2024. Opening a beer, he tosses the lid into pile of other bottle caps, then looks at his daughter.[/i]

*** Wendy Sato ***
So why did-

*** Derek Wellings ***
I'm not talking about it. I rather visit his brother-in-law, again.

*** Wendy Sato ***
You never did tell me what the context to “Felching” is.

*** Derek Wellings ***

… You're probably wondering why I'm still fawning over my previous accomplishments.

*** Wendy Sato ***
Not really.

*** Derek Wellings ***

As you've seen, I'm one of the highest decorated athletes in AWS. Ten men found out there is a difference between Strong and Army Strong. I. AM. Army Strong, by association, so is Leon Roberts. Every promotion I've wrestled in, I've won championship gold. Center of Attention doubted me and I proved them wrong. Doubters find out the hard way, don't they? We put a man through a pile of chairs before we further brutalized him. Why did we do it? Because he was there. Now, where is Xander Croft? Where is Mason Hunt?

[i]Derek spreads his arms, eyes wide, and circles the room. Wendy thinks a moment, and is about to answer when Derek leans into her face.[/i]

*** Derek Wellings ***
Licking their wounds. Center of Attention and now The Streamers will be licking their wounds for a long time. Will we see Center of Attention again? Probably, they don't know any better. But me and Leon are going to show Rogue and Nova the same leve of violence that you'd see with one bitch and nine puppies.

*** Wendy Sato ***
I don't know what that is.

[i]Derek realizes his faux pas, but, he recovers after setting his beer aside. One of his hands on Wendy's shoulders. The one thing in his life Derek has managed to not screw up with yet. Wendy look at his hand, then at him.[/i]

*** Wendy Sato ***
Is something wrong, Derek?

*** Derek Wellings ***

No. Actually, I do have something to say. I've been wrestling 18 years now. I just won tag titles with a real friend, someone who I can count on. I've also defeated the C4 Division Champion in a non-title bout, if he was of good stock, I'd take that title from him too. But alas, Xander Croft holds onto the C4 Division Championship for a while longer. This week, Rogue and Nova want to use their rematch clause, that's fine. I'll entertain them. Leon will entertain them.

We just walked away from a Seasons Beatings match against eight other men. The threat posed by Center of Attention, Jack Ryan & Alex Evans, The Khaos Twins, and The Streamers was minimal. AT BEST. I'm not going to give Rogue and Nova, the Streamers, the benefit of the doubt. Me and Leon are walking into Monday Night Ward as AWS World Tag Team Champions, we're walking out as AWS World Tag Team Champions.

~FIN

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The Pleasure Dome. A semi-classy strip club located near the outskirts of Las Vegas. It was quite the popular party place. It was also where Leon and Monica Roberts had been frequenting alot lately. The reason being, is that Leon was best friends with the owner, a Semi retired wrestler named Vega Knight, AKA the Silver Baron. This is where Leon was actually heading into. As he entered he looked around. It wasn't busy yet, as it was before actual opening hours. He was greeted by a red head stripper, currently in jeans and a tank top. Leon smirked upon seeing this particular one.

Leon: Well, well if it isn't Gina. How's your back?

Gina: Heh. It's better now Leon. But given what happened, worth it.

Leon: Yup. That new years party was quite the hellraiser.

Gina: No kidding.

Leon: You sure you're okay?

Gina Yeah. I asked for it rough, and you and your wife delivered.

Leon chuckled, recalling exactly what happened. He and Monica had wound up participating in a threesome that took place on the main stage of the Pleasure Dome.

Leon That's actually the main reason I'm here. I forgot my camcorder here, and I just want to get it back.

Gina: Alright follow me. And no grabbing. Can't afford another hospital trip for a while.

Leon began to rub the back of his head as he chuckled. He followed Gina, as he did try to resist the urge to grab her ass.

Gina: So, how's your tag partner?

Leon: Eh, he's okay. Hope he likes the gift I sent him.

Gina: Oh? A gift from you? That should be interesting.

Leon: It's just a picture of me celebrating with the new tag title gold I have.

Gina: Oh that's gonna be good.

Leon: You know it.

Leon and Gina both laughed, knowing full well of Leon's unique humour. After a couple minutes walking up a set of stairs, Leon was outside the office. Gina by that point had left to head back down to the floor. Leon grabbed the key to the office from his pocket and unlocked it. When he went in however, he was unfortunately greeted with the site of Vega, fucking a naked blond bombshell of a woman.

Leon: Oh shit.

Vega: Oh sh-Leon!

Woman: What the fuck you doing here Leon?

Leon: I’m just here to grab something.

Vega: Unless it's a drink for us, or my pimp stick, get the fuck out man.

Leon: Hey, that's my sister you're currently balls deep in, pal.

Vega: Like I usually am.

Leon: Don't forget, I technically am allowing this. If I didn't, you Lacey wouldn't have had Zayne.

Lacey: SERIOUSLY LEON! FUCK OFF!

Vega: Yeah man, that was just a bit of a low blow.

Leon: Rrrrriiiiiight. Just tell me where my camcorder is.

Vega: Bottom filing cabinet. If you can, return the new years party footage at some point please.

Leon: Yeah sure.

Lacey: That whole party was something else, wasn’t it?

Vega: Still not happy Gina couldn’t work for a couple weeks.

Leon smirked, as he went to grab his camcorder. Vega began to pump back into Lacey as Leon grabbed his camcorder. He then went over to the bar, and grabbed a bottle of whiskey.

Leon: Cheer guys.

Leon took a swig, as a pillow was thrown at him He couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. He left the office, and locked the door behind him.

~~~~~2 Hours Later~~~~~

Leon was back at his house. He had his camcorder set up in his basement. It was set up to look a bit macabre, along with some various championships that Leon had won over the years. Leon smiled as he sat down. Monica then came down to the basement, holding a microfibre cloth and some polish. She handed them to Leon, before the two kissed.

Leon: Thanks babe. I should have had this done sooner, but we forgot this at the dome. Speaking of, saw Lacey today. With Vega.

Monica: Nice: Wait....did you.....catch them again?

Leon: Unfortunately.

Monica: Heh. At this point, I’m surprised Zayne hasn’t walked in on them yet

Leon: I’m surprised my nephew hasn’t either. Gonna be a helluva day when that happens.

Monica: I can imagine. Anyways…I need to pick the kids up. I'll see you later.

Leon: See ya babe.

Monica kissed Leon again, before leaving.Leon got up, and turned on his camcorder. He grabbed his newly won AWS tag team title, just as he sat down. He looked at the camera, with a twisted smirk.

Leon: Well, well, well. It's finally 2025, and shit's about to hit the fan. The world is ever nearing the point of perfect chaos and widespread destruction. When it comes to AWS, well...you're looking at what will inevitably be the cause. Shit, when you think about it, I've already started doing just that.

What do I mean by that though? It's simple, really. You just need to rewind back a few weeks, to Reindeer Games 2024. A banger of a way to end the year indeed. See, it was on that particular night, that the first part of the collective goal for Derek and I was fulfilled, when we won these.

Leon held up the AWS Tag Team Title, before he took some polish, and began to rub circles, shining up the championship a bit.

Leon: The Asylum Wrestling Society Tag Team Championship. A new design, for a brand new era for this lineage. Although as far as I am concerned, the Scum of the Earth are the new inaugural tag team champions. There's plenty of proof as to why.

See before us, the original belts kept getting traded around. There weren't a whole lot of successful defences made from any former champions. It could be argued that the last team to hold it might have been capable of stabilizing the division. You know, the 'Daughters of Darkness'. Heh. What a joke. Just as I knew they would be.

Leon began to chuckle. The mere thought of that particular team, and the fact they suddenly left AWS recently, amused Leon to no end.

Leon: But you also need to take a good hard look at all the recent changes that have been made. A show suggesting to be started, but didn't. Only for the show to be exclusive to the female wrestlers, with it being advertised as a sub brand. The Daughters of darkness would have automatically been the women's tag team champions. I would say that would have been a massive downgrade, but let's be real, the lineage before was all a bunch of bitches regardless.

But then, upon the new year, they leave AWS. And by that point, Derek and I, the Scum Of The Earth, did exactly as we said we would. We ragdolled a bunch of worthless-ass inferior opponents around. Or as the newbie generation would say, we yeeted them all.

Leon began to polish up his championship again. He then rolled his eyes at the fact he mentioned what he believed to be another example of lame modern day slang.

Leon: Yes, yes, I actually said that. But I think I understand where that slang might have come from. Maybe from somebody who was throwing something so hard, he might have grunted loudly, with it sounding like he was saying yeet. Somehow that caught on, and even is now a a crowd salute. To all those who will be in the live crowds at the crows nest and beyond, if you want to do that for me, make sure to have the horns up and rockin’. Otherwise y'all just look pathetic.

But back to the subject at hand. Even after all of that, the Daughters of Darkness, would wind up leaving. I don't know about any of you who thinks your opinion actually means something. But to me, it's clear they knew that facing the Scum of the Earth was a high possibility, along with knowing deep down, there was only one outcome. The Scum Of The Earth taking all the gold, while they would be unable to walk properly for a week, for the exact same reason one of the girls that works for my buddy and owner of the fine establishment, the Silver Baron, was unable to after the Pleasure Dome's new years eve party. The best part is, I know deep down that they know that really rowdy and really rough nights are just a day to me. They knew they had to fold, or wind up well beyond fucked.

Leon got up, and placed the polish and cloth onto a nearby table. He then left the shot for a second, to grab himself a JD and Coke. Once he came back into view, he had some of his drink.

Leon: Got a bit thirsty there. Where was I? Oh yes As a result of all that shit, the lineage is dead. The original that is. Now, the new, and now certainly improved lineage, are coming to the crows nest to knock down and shit on any challenging tea that dares try to take us on. And come the next edition of Ward well the first challengers are one of the teams we ragdolled around, that any extra cash they made while streaming had to pay for medical. That's right ladies and gentlemen, the Scum of the Earth are facing off against the Streamers, for the tag team titles.

Leon smirked once again. Though this smirk showed more contempt that his usual amusement. A bit of an indication that showed how little Leon cared about who his opponents were.

Leon: Rogue and Nova. The Streamers. I got to say, I'll give them credit for stepping up. But that's all the good I want to say about them. If anything, I'm more amused that they think they can both step up, especially to somebody who's been in the army, and a sadist that can't be killed. All that those two limp dick cocksuckers can do is just pray that either Derek or I don't go all out. Especially Rogue. He especially I'm surprised is still walking around, especially after taking double spinebuster on top of a pile of chairs, before being a close proximity witness of me turning somebody into a freshly squished Pillsbury Pizza Pop.

So that begs the question, what can you two really do? At best, you'll be entertaining as Derek and I toss your wirey asses around. Believe it or not, it's not because that's all you can do, but it's also what the people really came to see. Real, big, and vicious men, absolutely mauling a couple lame and good for nothing geeks. That's the harsh reality boys, and I am more than happy to provide them with that entertainment.

Leon began to rub his hands together. He was anticipating the opportunity to inflict as much pain as he felt like to his opponents. But after a brief moment, he relaxed, and appeared to be deep in thought.

Leon: It's kind of funny when you think about it. The Scum Of The Earth and The Streamers are complete opposites. On one side, you got Derek and I. I don't really need to explain on how much we thrive in combat. We were born and bred to tear into flesh. Meanwhile you got the Streamers, who are literal definition of lazy lame-ass geeks. Yeah you might be wrestlers, as we know...But what difference does it make? I've been doing this on and off for most of my life, and when I'm not in the squared circle, ragolling asses and spilling their blood, I do that shit anyways. So there is just about nothing that you two can do that can make a difference.

But like I said for Reindeer Games, your views for your channel are only gonna go up, if you can make it back. The ass-whoopin' that's heading your way will give you enough stories to tell, especially if you manage to walk after the match. Truly,you'll have been given applause for your efforts, wanting to see if you can try again. But the stories you two will tell will make everyone understand just why the Scum Of The Earth are who we are. Which is exactly the point. All you two are good for, is to be an example for everyone else. In the end, your shot at us is something you'll remember as the most enlightening night of your pathetic existences. But for Derek and I, it's just Monday.

Leon picked up his drink, and began to pour the beverage down his throat. He smiled, savouring the drink in his hand. Leon then turned to the camera one last time, as he grabbed his tag team title, and draped it over his shoulder.

Leon: But enough talk boys. It's time for action. See you boys in the ring on Monday. When that final bell rings, you'll have blown your one shot. Because the end result will be the same as it was from Reindeer Games, with the Scum Of the Earth as the champions, with another set of broken bodies at our feet. Rogue and Nova...Come Monday Night Ward, you will know your place by the end of the night. Face down in the dirt, at our feet. Hell, while you two are down there, I insist that you two use your foreheads to shine our boots!

Leon chuckled again as he got up, and finished his drink. He then left the shot, so that he could end the video.