IWE Tag Team Championships
Triangle Tag Team Match
Drake Nygma & Orphius Marius vs. Scum of the Earth (Derek Wellings & Leon Roberts)© vs. Center of Attention (Mason Hurst & Xavier Croft©)

Tag Team Chaos

Tag Team Chaos Two

The scene started in the Centre Of Attention clubhouse. Specifically in their private training facility in their basement. It wasn’t like the IWE performance center but it served its purpose. It was private, no need to worry about nosy wrestlers or wrestling media people. You had to either be in the Centre Of Attention to get in or get their permission. And it was currently being used by Xander Croft and Mason Hurst. The men of the Centre Of Attention. As the women of the group, Olympia Waybright and Desiree Forte were elsewhere. Knowing Desiree, she and Olympia were having a girls day since they weren’t booked for the latest show which was AWS Ward. That was for their men Xander and Mason to handle.

And speaking of Xander and Mason despite having strong chemistry as a tag team and stablemates in the Centre Of Attention they haven’t found their footing in the stacked Ik0n Wrestling Entertainment tag team division. Not truly. A win here, a loss there, one step forward, one step back. The inconsistency was what kept them out of title shots and definitely what kept them away from championship gold. Mason was the only one in the team who never even touched a title. No wonder he and Xander had spent almost every waking moment training. They were going to war in a couple of days.

But all wars started with a declaration. And this was exactly what Xander and Mason were going to do. Especially since they didn’t like their opponents for Ward. Drake Nygma & Orphius Marius and Scum Of The Earth.

Xander Croft: This matter deserves attention. The tag team division has been getting more intense lately. New teams, new stars, with new plans, and new goals. But luckily I have the biggest, baddest, man in AWS watching my back Mason Hurst. And that man has one hell of a back…

Xander introduced Mason to the AWS Ward viewing crowd by showing him doing pull ups with perfect form. Working his incredibly thick back muscles while Xander talked into the camera. Leaving the trash talk to him while he did his workout.

Xander Croft: Mason and I have been spending most of our time in the Centre Of Attention training facility to get ready for our match because not only do we have one opponent to fight but two. The quest for tag team gold was never easy but we’re going to get it and punish our unfortunate opponents Drake and Orphius and the Scum Of The Earth. I can see our Mason and I becoming tag team champions right now. It’s a wonderful thought I say. I can’t wait for Ward and neither can the beast of the Centre Of Attention either because it's not just about the titles for us. We got some scores to settle at Ward.

Xander continued the promo by going a little deeper by mentioning his and Mason's opponents by name as well as the event. And he had only just begun to speak while Mason finished his set and Xander tossed him a towel

Xander Croft: And let's talk about Drake and Orphius first. Because there is a lot to talk about. Drake I see you've been getting around. Singles action matches, title fights for the individual gold here in IWE. But whoa your quest for championship status is so dire you've resorted to finding no-name green newbies who have barely graduated from IWE performance center classes like that kid Orphius Marius who is way over his oversized head!

Mason Hurst: Hold on mate I don’t think they know what they understand the danger they’re in. If you want to stand a chance against The Centre Of Attention you can’t be some thrown together team just looking for gold because you blokes can’t hack it on your own! And it’s going to take a lot of luck.  And the same bloody thing can be said for Scum Of The Earth. Yeah you got one over on me and Xan last time we squared up. Congrats boys you’re the champions but only because we didn’t take you seriously but that is DONE. You have our attention. We’re taking you seriously. That means there’s two ambulances waiting for you and Drake and Orphius at the end of our triangle tag match while those AWS Tag Team Titles come home to the Centre Of Attention.

Xander just watched, smiled, and nodded, while his huge comrade spoke this time around. Completely understanding the anger Mason had for the moment and how he was ready to be tag team champions. But he wasn’t done speaking.

Xander Croft: You see bad things happen when the Centre Of Attention has its attention on you. We hurt people, we take your titles, and we walk to the pay windows with more money than you while our stock goes up. I made the Centre Of Attention with the intent of making money, winning titles, and bringing glory to our countries. All three things are important and we will do those three things when we win our Triangle Tag Team Match at AWS Ward! Those titles are ours for the taking!

Mason Hurst: Do we have your attention now?

Then the promo faded with the Centre Of Attention eyeball logo appearing on screen.

~~~~~~~~~~February 7th~~~~~~~~~~

It was around 3:30 pm in the State of Nevada. This was usually the time that one half of the AWS World Tag Team Champions Leon Roberts, would use waiting to pick up his three teenage kids from high school. However, instead of waiting in his blood red F150 pickup truck, he is instead double checking on a bag of gifts he had on him. It was to celebrate Monica's birthday.

Leon: Okay good. Everything seems to be in place. I'm sure she'll like this.

Suddenly, he felt his phone shake, as 'Look Pimpin' by SickYG began to play. He smiled as he answered, as he was kind of expecting a cal from his best friend and brother-in-law, Vega, AKA, the Silver Baron.

Leon: Yo bro.

Silver Baron: S'up Leon?

Leon: Oh.....not much at this current moment.

Silver Baron: But alot will be later.

Leon: HAHA! You know it.

Both men chuckled at their exchange. Leon showed an amused smile, as he waited for the last bell to ring.

Leon: So I take it you're able to make it afterall tonight

Silver Baron: I wouldn't miss personally handing Monica my gift. Unfortunately, I really am unable to stay to long tonight. Have a big paying customer tonight.

Leon: Shit. Well at Least Lacey and Zayne will still be with us tonight. Might have her take the kids out later.

Silver Baron: True. I think she even mentioned that possibility earlier. But get this. You actually know who my client is.

Leon: Oh? How is it that I know this customer?

Silver Baron: You currently share a championship with this one.

Leon: Ah. Derek. Nice.

Silver Baron: So says my wallet.

Leon: Oh don't tell me you're traumatized by the first time you met him. What was that, at least nine years ago?

Silver Baron: Just...wasn't a good first impression. I deal with it because he is a client, and does pay well.

Leon: I mean fair. But am I any different?

Silver Baron: Two things. One, you share with Monica all the time. Two, you're not a disgusting fat pig who likes felching.

Leon: DAMN! Forgot about that part.

Silver: I couldn't even tell you the context of that, and this is coming from a top dolla' porn producing pimp.

Leon: Yeah, but what you gonna do?

Silver Baron: Oh I'm doing something alright.

It was at that moment that the final bell of the day began to ring. Leon smirked, both waiting for his kids, and what Silver Baron had to say.

Leon: You have my full attention for a minute. What you got dude?

Silver Baron: Let's just say I have a...surprise or three, waiting for him. Something that required me to cash in a couple favours.

Leon: Surprises? You wouldn't happen to be talking about transgender hookers, right?

Silver Baron: Right on the money my bro.

Leon: Nice. Oh man, I almost want to see his reaction myself.

Silver Baron: You could join us.

Leon: On this night? Not a chance. You know this.

Silver Baron: Of course, of course.

Leon: Had it been for the last show, maybe.

Silver Baron: Heh. Speaking of, big match for the defending tag team champs.

Leon: Yeah. Center of Attention, versus Drake Nygma and Orphius Marius, Verses the champs. And you can bet that the champs will be walking away with the gold.

Silver Baron: I wouldn't expect anything less my brother. It almost makes me want to get back into the ring.

Leon: Why don't you?

Silver Baron: Business is just far to good right now. As for the match, you know I got you. And I'm counting on bodies being broken.

Leon: Oh? Making a bet?

Silver Baron: It's more like it's really good for business. See, you know the wrestlers do like to attend the Pleasure Dome alot. Some of the broken and defeated ones might pay more if they need to get into a better mood.

Leon: OOOH! That's awesome. Glad to be helping you get some extra dough dude.

Silver Baron: Thanks. Anyways, I better get going. Got business to attend to. Later Leon.

Leon: See ya later Vega.

Leon hung up, just a two dark haired boys and a long haired blonde girl approached. These were Leon's triplets, Jake, Anthony, and Courtney.

Leon: Hey guys.

Triplets: Hey dad.

Leon: Let's get going.

The four hopped into the truck. Courtney sat in the front, while Jake and Anthony sat in the back. Jake was sitting right behind Leon. Jake ran his hand through his hair, as he spotted the gifts.

Jake: Nice. You got them all.

Anthony: Did you get mom something as well?

Leon: Of course. It's near the bottom though, and in a box.

Jake: Got it.

Leon then started the truck up, and pulled out of the school parking lot. Leon noticed that Courtney was absolutely beaming with excitement.

Leon: Somebody's feeling hyped up.

Courtney: I am, I am, I am.

Anthony: Oh boy, here we go.

Courtney: Suck it Anthony.

Leon: Is it because of how much carnage me and Derek Wellings will cause to our opponents on Ward?

Courtney: Daaaad. Seriously?

Leon chuckled at Courtney's reaction to his response. They all knew it was meant as a joke to help lighten the mood up

Leon: I mean, c'mon? we all know that your old man loves to break bodies and spirits. There's just more bodies to massacre this show. so of course I'm feeling excited.

Anthony: Not as much as Reindeer Games was. But yeah dad, we're looking forward to it as well.

Leon: Glad to hear it. As for Courtney though, what's going on?

Courtney: I got asked out to the Valentine's day dance at school.

Leon: Really now?

Courtney: Yup. Don't try to stop me either dad.

Leon: Who said I was gonna?

Jake: Nobody did dad. But we tried to ourselves.

Courtney: Oh puh-lease. You two are just mad I got a date and you don't. You two were just gonna stay home and jack off, or something.

Anthony: Nuh-uh!

Courtney: Ya-huh!

Anthony: Nuh-uh!

Courtney: Ya-huh!

Anthony: Nuh-uh!

Courtney: Ya-huh!

Anthony: Nuh-uh!

Courtney: Ya-huh!

Jake: WILL YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP!?!?!

Jake's outburst did get his sibling's attention. They both saw he was getting quite irritated at their squabbling. Leon sighed, before chuckling.

Jake: I swear, I'm gonna kick both of your asses one day if you keep this up. If I have to, I'll make it worse than what dad's gonna do on Monday.

Leon: Thank you Jake. Good luck with topping it though.

Jake chuckled in response, having become less frustrated with his siblings. He gave them both a quick glare, to drive home the point.

Leon: But it is sounding like you tried to tell Courtney not to enjoy herself. What gives?

Anthony: The guy who asked her out, isn't exactly somebody we can trust. To popular, and I've heard some things about him.

Courtney: Whatever man.

Jake: Court, for the last time, we fucken care enough to at least warn you.

Anthony: Yeah. Never forget that.

Courtney sighed, before nodding. She understood that they were being protective, but it felt somewhat suffocating to the 17 year old triplet.

Courtney: I get it. We're more than just siblings. We shared a womb together. So yeah, I get why you want to look out for me. But...

Anthony: But what?

Leon: I think I can explain. Courtney here, appears to want to be able to walk on her own.

Courtney: Exactly: We all have to walk and have our own lives. If I make a mistake with this, it's on me.

Jake: We get it. But...we can't help but feel uneasy about it.

Courtney: Then try to find some dates, and have fun. Maybe then with you two dorks there, you might be less agitated.

Both Jake and Anthony looked at each other, before simultaneously facepalming themselves. Leon chuckled at the situation that he witnessed.

Leon: She does have a point. Matter of fact, I actually expect you two there, with or without dates. That's an order, and one likely will be repeated by your mother.

Courtney: Thank you dad. Now they have to. Don't worry I'll try to hook you guys up with some girls I know.

Jake: Appreciated.

Anthony: Ditto.

~~~~~30 minutes later, at Leon's house.....~~~~~

Leon and the triplets had just gotten home. Courtney was busy texting a couple of her friends, while the boys went pretty much right upstairs to their rooms. They did come back down after a couple minutes, after changing into sweats and a T shirt each.

Jake: Where's mom. I didn't see her car.

Leon: Oh that's because Liberty took her out for the day. Spa treatment, and likely shopping.

Courtney: They couldn't have waited for me?

Leon: Didn't have the time. Liberty barely managed to get the appointment as it was.

Courtney: Dammit.

Anthony: At least mom will certainly be surprised with supper.

Leon: That's right. And please, let's all get along and make a damn fine meal. This is your mother. She deserves the best effort put it.

Triplets: Got it.

The four of them broke off, and got to work on making a delicious birthday supper for Monica.

~~~~~~~~~~February 9^th~~~~~~~~~~

It was the early afternoon on the Sunday. Leon and Monica had both stepped out of the shower. Monica was first. As she was wrapping a towel around her body, Leon got a handful of her ass, before turning her around, and passionately kissed her.

Monica: Mmmmm. Will never tire of this.

Leon: Me either.

Monica: Unfortunately, we need to get going. We got to pick up the triplets soon.

Leon: Right. Forgot for a second we needed to do that.

Monica: Actually babe, why don't you stay here?

Leon: You don't want me to come?

Monica: Babe, you know I love it when you cum.

Leon: As I love it when you do as well.

Monica: Oh I know. But that's a problem, since I know that you're going to be...distracting me. Not that I would have minded.

Leon smirked, and nodded. He understood that he might try to get her to have sex in their vehicle. Wouldn't have been the first time they did that.

Leon: Alright, alright. But you do realize that we're far from done.

Monica: I know.

Soon after that, both had gotten dressed. Leon work jeans and a demon skull T shirt, while Monica wore a black spaghetti strap shirt with a matching skirt. She left to go pick up the Triplets, which left Leon to his own devices. He decided that now was a good time to record a message. So he went down to the basement, and went into a room he had set up to record.

Behind the skull throne, there was a red neon pentagram. Leon grabbed a torch lighter, an ashtray, and a bottle of Fireball whisky. He set the camcorder to record, just before sitting down.

Leon: Ladies and gentlemen, it's that time one again. The Crow's nest, the home of Monday Night Ward, is once again open for business. Though there have been some changes, with AWS now having a parent company in Ikon Wrestling Entertainment, there will still be all the same action you could crave, with the main course always being brought to you by the now formerly AWS, now renamed to IWE Tag Team Champions, the Scum Of The Earth. And what's on the menu for this Monday? It's a triple threat tag team title match, served with battered and bruised bodies and broken bones, topped with the the Scum of the Earth successfully retaining.

But before I, the Devil's Titan, begin cookin', I'm gonna need y'all to raise the horns, for my wife and the embodiment of lust, Monica, as it was her birthday on Friday. Needless to say, none of ya'll have had even a tenth as good of a weekend as I have.

Oh there is so many things I could tell you all about that transpired over this weekend, starting pretty much when she got home. Kid's and I wanted to do something nice, so while Monica was enjoy a spa day with Liberty, the triplets and I cooked up a real good steak supper. My sister, brother in law, and nephew came by, before Monica and I had the house all to ourselves. Needless to say, we too extreme advantage of that, going at it just about everywhere. And with Valentine's day coming up exactly one week after her birthday, you can bet that we are only just getting started.

Leon smirked. He was recalling all the times that he and Monica had sex around the house that weekend, though it would seem he was having a slight difficulty trying to get the exact number. As he was recalling the weekend, he lit up his cigar, and took a big hit from it, blowing the excessive smoke at the camcorder.

Leon: But wait, there's more for me in February. With IWE hosting more than just Asylum Wrestling Society, there comes more opportunities to be spill blood and wear gold. SO much so that in the premiere episode of Red Label Wrestling's Showdown, you're looking at the main event. I'm fighting for more gold. Only this time, it's a clear starting point for what will be the top title, the RLW Canadian Championship. It won't be because the company wants it to be so, but because I will make fucken sure it is, and never ever questioned at any given time.

Leon took another hit of his cigar.

Leon: Of course, that's still in a couple weeks. Right now, the focus is back on Ward, with the Scum's tag title defence. As we know, the champs, Derek Wellings and I, are slated to defend our titles on Ward, against the ironically named Center of Attention. But not just that. One is against the former AWS world champion, Drake Nygma, and newcomer, the so-called 'Silent Tempest' Orphius Marius.

Leon put his cigar down, and reached over to grab his whisky. He looked it it, before opening the bottle up.

Leon: Let's begin with the Center of Attention. Who they sending from their little butt club? Why it's Mason Hurst and the C4 Champion, Xander Croft. Now correct me if I'm wrong....which I know for a fact that I am not...But didn't we already you guys? I remember that at Reindeer Games, when Derek and I won these...

Leon actually got up from the throne this time. He went off camera view for a second. When he was back, he was carrying his championship belt with him. He held it infront of him, letting the camera get a good view of the title.

Leon: We were casually throwing you guys around. Then again, we were throwing everyone around. But I also seem to recall you two idiots focusing on the scraps we left behind when we seized the victory, and the gold. So yes, you two got extremely lucky that you weren't involved. Afterall, you saw what I alone did, and probably didn't want to wind up like a Pillsbury Pizza Pop.

It almost makes me wonder if you two dolts took the advice given, and not even attempt to get in our way. For your sake, it' best to keep adhere to that advice again, especially since one of the Scum of the Earth's favorite things to do is toss our opponents around like ragdolls.

Leon then put the title around his shoulder as he sat back down. He then took a swig of the fireball whisky, before leaning it, and continuing where he left off.

Leon: The reason I call the Center of Attention ironic, is because the only time they even get the slightest bit of attention these days, is when they get their asses kicked. Now I know, you guys certainly don't see it, and the handful of fans you might have can support this, but fact of the matter is, as far as the champions are concerned, you barely even register on our radar. Hell the only bit of attention I'll give to you're little group, is the fine asses of you little girlfriends that are part of the group. All they have to do is ask, and i'll give them the attention they need, and show you boys how to actually please a lady.

You two can go ahead and talk about how you were tag division, having won the belts more time than anyone else under the AWS banner. Here's the thing. You were in a division that lacked any real depth. Before the Scum of the Earth, you could sit comfortably on top and not worry. But since we came in, not only have we set the bar far to fucken high for your pathetic asses to reach, there have been some new teams joining. Of course, it can be easy to say it's because people want to see the Scum Of The Earth fall. Something which clearly,isn't going to be happening anytime soon.

Furthermore I don't give a flying fuck if anyone of you guys are finding success elsewhere. I know that Xander Croft is the current C4 champion. Whoop-dee-fucken-do! I have, absolutely zero interest in your pathetic championship. It's a title that is purely meant for those who can't do shit other than throwing their own bodies around to cause an impact. If any of you pussies tries, I could, and would, easily toss them around like...and say this with me...RAGDOLLS!

The overly gleeful smile that eon was displaying, showed that he was quite looking forward to fulfilling that promise. He picked up his cigar, and took another hit from it.

Leon: Then we have his tag team partner, Mason Hurst. Yeah, a big dude alright. A big dude who is clearly working for the wrong people. You want to know what the rest of your factions probably think of you as? An enforcer. A bodyguard. Somebody they can use to bully other around, because apparently that's what Mason specializes in. Yet once again, you find yourself against the toughest, meanest, most violent, most apathetic asshole you'll ever get into the ring with, nevermind the fact that your bully tactics won't work on Derek either.

Leon took a quick breath. He then leaned back, and began to look up for a moment. It appeared that he had an idea he was contemplating. Leon took another hit off his cigar, before he resumed talking.

Leon: Of course, I recognize that you may have your uses. Uses that can be of great benefit towards you, should you decide to ditch the rest of the leeches. I don't expect you to, but for your sake, take my advice.

However it does raise a good question Hurst. If you truly believe that you're the guy that nobody can overcome, why aren't you in the main event scene? Why you wasting your time with the rest of those attention whores? Well really, it's because you're nothing more than a classic bully. You want to be the center of attention....like in your team's name... Yet when face with somebody like me or Derek, you'll fold instantly. Why? It's because you ain't got nothing on us, and that's the stone cold truth.

Now pay attention everyone, because this is for all you gnats to remember. Derek and I, we've faced death before and got away. Me especially got close, considering that I was legit shot twelve times. What does that tell you? Well keep listening, especially you Mason. Unlike anyone else, we can't be intimidated, nor will we ever stop being who we are. And that, is two of the most extreme, bloodthirsty, and unstoppable human beings...No....Entities that have ever existed. You ain't got nothing on us, and there's only one outcome if you try to step up. Beaten, battered, bloodied, and broken.

Leon began to chuckle like a madman. As he did that, he took a good sized swing of his whisky.

Leon: Now, let's shift our attention to the other team. Especially since we can't forget about the former world champion now, can we? Mr Drake Nygma. The Sphinx Somebody who has somehow managed to convince people that he's some sort of supernatural being. A 'crusader of justice', but also has a tendency to use some more...devilish tactics. Heh. While I will applaud you for not being afraid of such tactics, I've had a good look at you. I can honestly say that the fact you were a former world champion is the only thing of remote interest for me.I'm sure you realize this Drake, but when you're somebody who has been a world champion, you know that you're a target. Maybe not quite the one that the current champion is, but enough that others will want to try to beat you. Keyword being others. When it comes to either Derek or I, well you know what that should entail by now.

Leon smirked once again, before taking another quick hit from his cigar.

Leon: I have to ask you Drake. What makes you so-called 'supernatural'? Is it what you're showing us? Well guess what? I'm not sure if your ego can handle this, but anyone with a camera and a smidge of creativity, could easily replicate what you're doing.

Furthermore Drake, if you truly are a 'crusader of justice', then why aren't you trying to take care of actual injustices in the world? Are you in the soup kitchens to help feed the homeless? Are you busting down cartels? Or are you trying to stop America from having it's ass continuously being raped by a bunch of old crooks? I'll tell you where you are. You're sending out artsy looking messages, trying to influence the masses. Truth is Drake Nygma, all you are is a supernatural type themed Tik Toker. Because much like just about every other Tick Toker, all you do is spread around useless crap.

Leon rolled his eyes at the thought. He wasn't a fan of the app, seeing how big of a distraction it could be.

Leon: Regardless of how you may present yourself, it has somehow fucken worked. You are a former world champion in this company. You also have several others in this match alone, who want to get their chops in on you. So I expect you to understand the situation you're in.

You got the Scum Of the Earth, the tag team champions, always hungry for more blod. The more prestige it has, the better. Then the Center of Attention whores. They will want the glory that demolishing you would bring. Hell, you can't even trust your own tag team partner. More on that soon.

So where does that leave you Drake? Utterly and totally fucked. It's a guarantee that one of us will be using this opportunity to send a message by taking you out. It's just business, really. Should I be the one to do so, which the odds of that are fairly high....expect to see a smile so wide, it might go past my ears. I will enjoy hearing your bones break, while you're begging for mercy. Something I know, that alot of people would rather not witness. To bad I don't give a flying fuck about what they want.

If I want to massacre Drake, who's gonna stop me? His tag team partner? Puh-lease. That guy guy isn't helping you worth shit, even if he wants to. Will your 'Sphinx god', or wherever you draw your strength from? Well I got a crystal clear message for ya that everyone can understand!

Leon raises both middles fingers infront of him. He does this for about twenty second, before putting his hands down.

Leon: I got more I want to say about the former champ, but that can wait a second. Afterall, let's not forget about Drake's tag team partner, The Silent Tempest, Orphius Marius. An individual who's enigmatic. Yyyyeaahhhhh.......

Such a thing is a dime a fucken dozen. I mean seriously, the tall, dark, brooding silent type? That is literally one of the most over used cliches, especially in our line of work. Something that has long since lost any value. Though considering the theming of Drake Nygma, it unfortunately makes sense, if only for some of the theatricals. It's a shame, for there used to be a time when being what you're trying to portray meant something.

Leon sighed in disappointment. After a couple seconds, he took a quick swig of his whisky.

Leon: So I'll just cut to the chase on that Mr. 'Silent Tempest'. Am I really supposed to be impressed by you? Spoiler alert, I'm not in the least. If anything, I'm more amused that of all people that Drake could have chosen to be his tag team partner, it's somebody who claims to absolutely despise working with others.

Yet here, you have a literal golden opportunity. I wonder though. If you really, hate to team up with anyone, would you simply just fuck off, or will you attempt to overstep your bounds just to send a message? The best thing for your supposed mission, or whatever thing you might claim to be doing, would be to send a message. The best thing career wise, is to attempt to win with Drake. But the actual, smartest thing for you to do, is to just simply fuck off, and not get in anyone else's business. Because let's face it Orphius, you were not originally part of this match.

Leon chuckles, as he wags one of his index fingers.

Leon: Do not forget Orphius, it's only simple happenstance that you're even in this match. See Drake's original tag team partner was actually the champ himself, Daron Smythe. That was until he accepted a different match on the same show. While he basically pussed out, it was probably the smartest thing for him to do. Not only does he significantly reduce his odds of getting scarred for life, he also prolongs the inevitable. At some point, both Derek and I will want the title he has, just because we simply want it. We know what that entails, and we're cool with it.

But What does that entail for you, Orphius Marius? It means you're a replacement. A second or third string. A spare. A meat shield. Most importantly, the fall guy. That's what you are in this match. Think about it. Your first match here, you want to prove something. Yet you're in a match you allegedly hate, going for that division's championship, and your partner is a former world champion in AWS, slash IWE.

Leon paused for a second, before taking a hit from his cigar. He then took one last swig of his whisky, before he put it back down.

Leon: It's gonna take a while to get used to that I suppose. But anyways. Orphius, I'm going to just go ahead and say it. You're being played by Drake. He chose you because you have something to prove, and you and everyone else knows it. Against anyone else, that might have been a possible overkill. But against Derek and I, that's just not going to be enough. Look at what we've done so far. Neither of us have lost a match, we won the tag titles quicker than just about anyone else here, and left a trail of blood and broken bodies along the way, and it's only going to keep going for so as long as the Scum Of The Earth please.

Drake knows this, which is why you're here. It's not going to stop any of what Derek and can and will do. We all know that's unadulterated destruction, especially when we maul any and all opposition. Which means that if either me or Derek so choose, we'll make you live your absolute worst fucken nightmare Orphius. We'll cripple your ass so bad, you'll have no choice but to rely on others to feed you and wipe your ass. I'm sure then you'll grown to appreciate help, especially since you won't have the option not to.

Leon would take one last hit from his cigar, before butting it out in the ashtray. He then blew the smoke directly towards the camcorder again.

Leon: Try as you four may like, you know what's coming. Sheer brutality. Our arrival to this company forced some big time evolution changes. They know that the Scum of the Earth will be sitting at the top of this company for as long as we want to. The Scum Of The Earth will see you on Ward, where we will be putting those for where they belong. At our feet, looking up at true, malicious greatness.

Leon raised the horns, before leaving the camera view, ending the recording.

Derek Wellings is running on a treadmill, his body covered in sweat as he's been running a while. The miles counted is four miles as he finishes. A smile crosses his face as he reads the time.

*** Derek Wellings ***
Twenty Nine minutes flat.

His chest heaving, Derek looks happy as he continues to push himself hard. Wrestling has become his life, from his humble days on in Dutch Pennslyvania to his military days, and now today with wrestling. Another man joins him and peaks at Derek's time.

*** Gym Bro ***
Twenty-nine minutes flat. Not bad, old man.

*** Derek Wellings ***
Watch that old shit, I'm not that old.

*** Gym Bro ***
Sorry, how old are you?

*** Derek Wellings ***
… Okay, what can I do for you?

*** Gym Bro ***
I see you're working really hard, what's the special occasion? Man, your age shouldn't be pushing yourself so hard.

Snapping his head towards the Gym Bro, Derek stares at him. He's not laughing anymore.

*** Derek Wellings ***
If you're accusing me of getting slow at my age, you're wrong. I'm still competing at 100%, especially if you gave me a Military Physical Training Test. I'd pass that with flying colors.

*** Gym Bro ***
I meant no offense man.

*** Derek Wellings ***
It's cool, man. I'm agitated as this week I have to go against men I've beaten. Men who need a reminder of where their position in my company.

*** Gym Bro ***
Where do you work?

*** Derek Wellings ***
I'm a wrestler.

*** Gym Bro ***
Ah gotcha, a friend of mine was stationed in Djibouti. One night during dinner, some lieutenant started a small fire, it spread to ammo reserves and got two people killed.

*** Derek Wellings ***
That guy will be lucky if he sees Captain rank, he's fucked. His career is pretty much over. If you trying to imply I'm jealous or even worried about my younger opponents, you're flat-out wrong.

The two stop a moment and take long drinks of Gatorade. Things remain odd, at best, between the two of them.

*** Derek Wellings ***
But speaking of friends, more accurately a coworker. I need to have some words with his brother-in-law.

*** Gym Bro ***
What happened there?

Rolling his head, Derek groans with annoyance. He looks at the Gym Bro.

*** Derek Wellings ***
Not to name names, but one of my co-workers knows I'm single after my wife's death a few years back. So he talked ot his brother-in-law and had me meet three of his single “ladies.”

*** Gym Bro ***
Hey, not bad! Three ladies must have been an interesting night.

*** Derek Wellings ***
… Their Adam's apples were bigger than my testicles.

*** Gym Bro ***
Are you serious man?

*** Derek Wellings ***
Yeah, I'm fuckin' serious! I didn't do anything to deserve that kind of bullshit.

*** Gym Bro ***
I hope not, the only time that you MIGHT want to do that is if you say made one of his sisters felch another sister.

The two share a hardy laugh. Derek pats the Gym Bro on the shoulder.

*** Derek Wellings ***
Shit man, that was funny. Well, I'm a wrestler and I have a big match coming up. That brings me to my opponents! Drake Nygma, Orphius Marius, and the Center of Attraction! We believe that all men are created equal, but when you look at me and Leon and you see that statement is not true! Normally, when you go into a triple threat match, you only have 1 in three chance of winning. But we're the Scum of the Earth and we're not normal! So you have a 17%, AT BEST, chance of beating us! But when you throw a third team in the mix, your chances of winning plummet down the shitter.

In our triple threat tag team match at Ward Forty-Four, you only have a 33 and 1/3 chance of winning. But Leon, we got a 66 and 2/3 chance of winning because we've beaten the Center of Attraction and they KNOW they can't beat us and they're going to try! So Drake Nygma and Orphius Marius, take your 33 1/3 chance, minus our 75% chance of winning if we were to go team vs team, then add 66 2/3 percent, and we have 141 2/3 chance of winning at Monday Night Ward. See boys, the numbers don't like and they spell Disaster for you.

With that said, I had a shitty weekend with some less-than-real company. Drake, Ophius, Xander, and Mason: All four of you are in for a shitty time, and that bar was already lowered from this weekend. We'll see you at Ward 44!