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Post by Lochlyn Cade on Sept 5, 2021 3:54:29 GMT
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Dark Dynasty in Rectified
09.06.21 | AW | Match 1 - CrusierClash vs Two Gents for #1 Contenders Spot | Match 2 - vs The Heritage (c) CW Tag Team Titles
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Breathing. Hurt.
A fire burned, like hot white coals sitting upon his lungs, his breath a charred combustion of anger and exhaustion. The Heritage weren’t the betting favorites and perhaps even seen as just fodder, an added flavor, for the tables match. Dark Dynasty had previously defeated them in July when Cade and Hix began their climb up the rung of Cruiserweight tag team contention. It was their first crucial victory.
“I can’t believe they... are the Champs.”
His voice was like that of subdued thunder as it grew from a rumble and built into something of sheer frustration. His eyebrows curl against each other, his eyes widened, he doesn’t exactly yell. His voice is more like a throaty grumble of contempt.
“JJ Biggs should fire that absurd referee!”
Vivian Rae Jade is sitting across the room but Lochlyn Cade appears to be talking more to himself than he is to her. Obviously Viv cares for him a great deal, and obviously doesn’t want him to be hurt by bearing the burden, she also doesn't want Loch to take the blame and the mental distress that will inevitably come from it.
“It happened… Regardless of how wrong his decision or how dumbfounded everyone saw it… It can’t be changed, only rectified.”
He knew that deep within himself that she was right. Yet, there’s that shiver of a voice in the back of his head. It simply says, “You lost the titles when that table broke. You aren’t the best.” Self criticism can feel shattering dangerous, but he's not the kind to burden himself with self guilt for long.
“Monday night we get the opportunity to rectify a wrong. I’m not going to allow Dark Dynasty to derail and fall of the tracks.”
Despite his critical depreciation of failure. His attitude speaks volumes and that failures are expected. When those moments happen his mindset is that of try again, and again, he doesn’t comprehend the word quit.
"Two Gents, The Heritage, they will come to understand that if you push me towards something that you think is a weakness, then I will turn that perceived weakness into a strength."
Some would say that it’s what he does best, regroup, come at a problem differently. Two Gents were entirely wrong when they said that they knew the hunger, the strength, and the focus of the challengers. Dark Dynasty aren’t that kind of contender and they sure as hell aren’t the entitled brats that Teo “quoted” them being.
“They got something right, Two Gents I mean. They said that I’m more than capable when I have my mind set on a task, ask J.C. Keeton, they proclaimed. The thing is that you can’t ask J.C. Keeton. Not unless you’re going to visit him outside of Action Wrestling. It was me, The Promethean, who ran him out of the promotion.”
The coldness is his voice is cut throat. J.C. Keeton learned a lesson that Two Gent’s would be best to avoid, pissing off Lochlyn Cade. When you wake up in the morning you never know that today is the day that changes your life. Lochlyn understands that statement all to much and now he looks to teach that lesson to the ex champs and the current champs as well.
“I’m not that classic narcissistic guy they insinuated. I’m not co-dependent either. I don’t need Eli Hix anymore than he needs me. That’s unlike Teo and Jenson though, isn’t it? They wouldn’t be anything without the other, would they?”
A smirk of arrogance comes across his face.
“Yeah, I’m not that dumb guys. Teo Blaze didn’t become Cruiserweight Champ or the CruiserHavoc II winner relying on others. He did it relying upon himself. He turned that singles success into Tag Team Legend. That’s the mark of a Champion. It’s not much different than what The Promethean has planned for his own career.”
His approach is what helped push Dark Dynasty into title contention. It was the first step towards becoming the best team on CruiserClash. They’ve shown it more than once and they’ll do it again. This time, however, they will become the CW Tag Team Champions.
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Eli Hix knew that Lochlyn Cade was brooding, plotting, for his sense of revenge upon The Heritage. He knew that the man that likes playing with fire is game planning for Two Gents. That’s not the 21st Century Trendkiller’s thing. He leaves all of that to Lochlyn. Eli Hix is more of a fly by the seat of his pants kind of competitor.
“It was charity bestowed upon them by an idiot who couldn’t ref a child’s game. He’s lucky I’m not at his doorstep cutting him like a pig.”
The bar tender listened because he was paid too. Hix is one of those local patrons that walks in ordering the same drink on the regular. He didn’t like the kid and begrudgingly served him his drinks. The wrestler was careless with his money just as he was with his lifestyle.
“Worthless pigs got the titles by lying and cheating their way to the belts”
“Isn’t that how you and Lochlyn win the majority of your matches?”
“What do you know!?”
His words echo off the walls of the bar as the other two people turn their heads towards him.
“You don’t think I haven’t watched your matches? You don’t think I heard what Two Gents said? You’re riding Lochlyn Cade’s coat tails. You’re only along for the ride. Yeah, I keep up with Adub and I know you’ve got the fight of your life this coming week.”
Eli Hix picks up an empty bottle of beer from the bar counter. He slams it down upon the wooden counter and shatters the end. In classic bad guy form he holds the neck of the now brandished weapon.
“I’m going to carve those words from their throats… and if you’re not careful you’ll be the appetizer in which I quench the fire in my loins…”
“Dude, that’s the gonorrhea you probably got from some ring rat in Los Angeles.”
Eli Hix turns his attention towards the entrance of the bar. It’s Lochlyn Cade, his partner, friend, and future Tag Team Champion. The bar tender pours up another drink and sets it next to the empty seat next to Hix.
“This one’s on me guys.”
The extended offer settles Hix as he places the broken bottle onto the counter.
“No, it’s on me. I got the dough.”
“Oh, look at the man and his daddy’s money.”
“Screw you Hix! You know I’m out here making my own.”
“Yeah, yeah, we know you're making yours with all those side hustles. How much you get paid from that Druscilla White chick?”
“Don’t we got more to discuss than a girl I’ve done business with?”
“Business… Is that what we’re calling it?”
Eli Hix always pushes that edge of the envelope including with Lochlyn, or whoever.
“Loch we both know that this Monday is a formality. We could have, should have, won that match at Uprising. Even without the Schorg bros taking out Void and eliminating The Gatecrashers. We had those titles. We were putting that stamp on the division and Two Gents knew it. Everyone inside of that arena knew it. We got screwed. That’s the nature of this business. Biggs isn’t gonna give us that one team versus one team match up for the titles. We’re not getting that privilege like the other contenders have gotten. Let’s just put an end to this on Monday and take those belts.”
“That’s what I like about you Eli. You’re the kind of guy that says screw the odds, screw the rules, let’s just do what has to be done kind of guy.”
“It’s just about getting the job done. It’s about making our names mean something. My old man was one of the best to ever step between those ropes. I’m not about to disgrace that name. Not over guys like The Heritage. Two Gents? We can beat them too.”
Laughed at, ignored, or even overlooked like the Gents stated previously. Dark Dynasty isn’t letting someone else dictate how their careers convene with fate. They make their own opportunities and this coming Monday it won’t be any different regardless of what any other team or even the referee has to say about it.
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