"I want to tell you all a little story." we hear Sabin's voice come up through the darkness.
(The screen fades in and we see both halves of the Mechanical Animals standing next to the famous statue of Rocky Balboa outside of the Philadelphia Museum of Art which rests at the top of those famous stairs (all 72 of them for those of you at home) and David seems more bemused than his partner)
"Let us wind the clock back to March of twenty seventeen and the debut of the Wrecking Crew tag team composed of myself and Alex Marik where we completely demolished this so called veteran tag team in roughly four minutes when suddenly, these two guys jump us from behind and then a couple of days later these same two guys, the so called "Bad Company" mind you, cut a promo of us about how they were the hottest of the new talent." Sabin continues, smirking just a little bit. "That was the start of a three month war between myself and Alex against David Gibson and his partner of the time, Jayson Michaels, and boy did we have our wars."
"If there was a type of tag team match, we did it." David states from his spot.
"We took ourselves to task time and time again, trading one bloody victory after another between our two teams until something happened and a line was crossed and Jayson betrayed his partner because David was the true superstar of that team."
"In short, Jayson was a Eric Jannety pure and simple and he *HATED* it."
Sabin nods, "But in the end, Jayson found himself at the short end of the stick because for a short while I teamed with Jay and found him solely lacking because he didn't have that *SPARK* that was needed but David..." Sabin continues before looking over at his tag team partner who now has a wicked smile on his face. "This man not only had that *SPARK* but when he came to me and suggested that we teamed together...I could smell the money and that was the day that the Mechanical Animals were born."
"You see for us, that very first tag match that we had in the Universal Wrestling Corporation against MexaBlood was proof positive that we had made the right decision because only once in a great while can you find that one person to be your tag team partner that you don't have to plan anything with because that partner already knows what sequence is going to happen when you get your victim in to the right position. A partner that you can trust without question and who isn't focused on money or anything of that kind of ilk."
"Now we fast forward a couple of years to the here and now, Elite Answers Wrestling and Midsummer Massacre as we step into the ring against our exact doubles in you, Heavenly Hell... but of course that's where the similarities stop because while you have that chemistry and that same *SPARK*..you two will find yourselves lacking quite a few things."
"That's true, Sabin. You see Heavenly Hell, we're not selling you short and we're not belittling your abilities in that ring because the two of you have proven yourselves to be quite a team...but one of the main things that you two don't have is the experience that Sabin and I have in that ring." the towering Hawaiian powerhouse states evenly. "You've been doing this for a couple of months now and proving everyone wrong in that your team wasn't just a one shot fluke, but that oh so brief experience will mean nothing up against two men who have been doing this for a couple of years now and who have perfected what they can do in that ring. Sure you can work your combined asses to get the timing down but in the end, it won't matter."
David then indicates both himself and his partner, "You see, we know what it's like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right, yet fail nonetheless. It's frightening. Turns the legs to jelly..steals the very breath from your lungs at which point I ask you, to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now, it's here."
A rather wicked smile then blooms onto David's face.
"Or should I say, *WE* are. Because you see this isn't the confidence of a man who knows for one hundred percent that he'll win in three days because that would be the sign of complete and total arrogance...no, this is the confidence of a man who is going to walk into that arena on Saturday and give a showing of total technical mastery that will rock both of your worlds and if you think that we're not going to step things up a little because it's a match for those tag straps, then you've got another thing coming."
"My partner makes a very valid point, one that the two of you need to take very seriously because ever since we've come to EAW, we've been looked down upon because of our beliefs, of the fact that we hold the mat sacred, and that we are the superior tag team because of our training." Sabin then takes back over. "You see, Constance, we haven't overlooked you two. We continue to do our research even as those precious seconds tick by on the countdown to our match this weekend. You ask us if we can survive by ourselves if we are not a unit and the answer is yes, you ask us what we desire in those titles that you and dear Minerva hold close to you...vindication, proof of purpose, proof of *FACT* that what we have long believed in and fought for week in and week out is a truism, that the mat is sacred isn't some kind of weak sauce joke but instead is something to be understood and treated with respect."
"Furthermore we also understand, Constance, that this is the biggest opportunity that we've received since we've signed on those dotted lines to bring us here. I will freely admit that I have a burning desire right that I know that I'll never be able to express... but my desire for the Mechanical Animals to prove ourselves as the technically superior tag team... that burns brighter than anything else."
"Those titles however do not define the Mechanical Animals, if titles did that for us then we would simply be hungry for such things...no, the titles bring forth bigger and tougher prey for us to face off against... we want those titles because we crave the challenges that they will bring. Everything that we've ever earned has been by the sweat of our brows and the steel and fire in our bodies." David says with a grim nod.
"You've seen our body of work thus far, have you not Constance? Can you not deny that everything that we've earned has not been through methods of our own hands and not because of some "divine right" or "miracle"? The only labels that we want to have given to us is ones like "technically sound" or "tag team specialist"...we don't ask for "God Emperor" or "Punisher" or even something as truly pretentious as "GAWD"..."
"No, what defines Sabin Richards and David Gibson is fire and steel. And if we fall at Midsummer Massacre, then we will fall and then fight our way right back up, even if it takes us even longer because right now we're not trying to intimidate you or cower you or anything else..."
Both men look deadly serious at the camera.
"No, we are showing the two of you true and proper *RESPECT*." David says flatly.
"Yes we have our confidence, but we have no arrogance. In the past, yes...there is no denying that so we won't. But at the big show this weekend, we are going to show that by winning those Unified Tag Team titles from you won't be the end of a long and arduous journey for us..."
"But the *BEGINNING*!"
David nods, "We aren't expecting an easy match, Constance. We are expecting, if you will pardon the phrasing...a Holy War."
The two men then start to walk back down the steps.
"See you two on the Firing Line."
(The screen fades to black)
(The screen fades in and we see both halves of the Mechanical Animals standing next to the famous statue of Rocky Balboa outside of the Philadelphia Museum of Art which rests at the top of those famous stairs (all 72 of them for those of you at home) and David seems more bemused than his partner)
"Let us wind the clock back to March of twenty seventeen and the debut of the Wrecking Crew tag team composed of myself and Alex Marik where we completely demolished this so called veteran tag team in roughly four minutes when suddenly, these two guys jump us from behind and then a couple of days later these same two guys, the so called "Bad Company" mind you, cut a promo of us about how they were the hottest of the new talent." Sabin continues, smirking just a little bit. "That was the start of a three month war between myself and Alex against David Gibson and his partner of the time, Jayson Michaels, and boy did we have our wars."
"If there was a type of tag team match, we did it." David states from his spot.
"We took ourselves to task time and time again, trading one bloody victory after another between our two teams until something happened and a line was crossed and Jayson betrayed his partner because David was the true superstar of that team."
"In short, Jayson was a Eric Jannety pure and simple and he *HATED* it."
Sabin nods, "But in the end, Jayson found himself at the short end of the stick because for a short while I teamed with Jay and found him solely lacking because he didn't have that *SPARK* that was needed but David..." Sabin continues before looking over at his tag team partner who now has a wicked smile on his face. "This man not only had that *SPARK* but when he came to me and suggested that we teamed together...I could smell the money and that was the day that the Mechanical Animals were born."
"You see for us, that very first tag match that we had in the Universal Wrestling Corporation against MexaBlood was proof positive that we had made the right decision because only once in a great while can you find that one person to be your tag team partner that you don't have to plan anything with because that partner already knows what sequence is going to happen when you get your victim in to the right position. A partner that you can trust without question and who isn't focused on money or anything of that kind of ilk."
"Now we fast forward a couple of years to the here and now, Elite Answers Wrestling and Midsummer Massacre as we step into the ring against our exact doubles in you, Heavenly Hell... but of course that's where the similarities stop because while you have that chemistry and that same *SPARK*..you two will find yourselves lacking quite a few things."
"That's true, Sabin. You see Heavenly Hell, we're not selling you short and we're not belittling your abilities in that ring because the two of you have proven yourselves to be quite a team...but one of the main things that you two don't have is the experience that Sabin and I have in that ring." the towering Hawaiian powerhouse states evenly. "You've been doing this for a couple of months now and proving everyone wrong in that your team wasn't just a one shot fluke, but that oh so brief experience will mean nothing up against two men who have been doing this for a couple of years now and who have perfected what they can do in that ring. Sure you can work your combined asses to get the timing down but in the end, it won't matter."
David then indicates both himself and his partner, "You see, we know what it's like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right, yet fail nonetheless. It's frightening. Turns the legs to jelly..steals the very breath from your lungs at which point I ask you, to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now, it's here."
A rather wicked smile then blooms onto David's face.
"Or should I say, *WE* are. Because you see this isn't the confidence of a man who knows for one hundred percent that he'll win in three days because that would be the sign of complete and total arrogance...no, this is the confidence of a man who is going to walk into that arena on Saturday and give a showing of total technical mastery that will rock both of your worlds and if you think that we're not going to step things up a little because it's a match for those tag straps, then you've got another thing coming."
"My partner makes a very valid point, one that the two of you need to take very seriously because ever since we've come to EAW, we've been looked down upon because of our beliefs, of the fact that we hold the mat sacred, and that we are the superior tag team because of our training." Sabin then takes back over. "You see, Constance, we haven't overlooked you two. We continue to do our research even as those precious seconds tick by on the countdown to our match this weekend. You ask us if we can survive by ourselves if we are not a unit and the answer is yes, you ask us what we desire in those titles that you and dear Minerva hold close to you...vindication, proof of purpose, proof of *FACT* that what we have long believed in and fought for week in and week out is a truism, that the mat is sacred isn't some kind of weak sauce joke but instead is something to be understood and treated with respect."
"Furthermore we also understand, Constance, that this is the biggest opportunity that we've received since we've signed on those dotted lines to bring us here. I will freely admit that I have a burning desire right that I know that I'll never be able to express... but my desire for the Mechanical Animals to prove ourselves as the technically superior tag team... that burns brighter than anything else."
"Those titles however do not define the Mechanical Animals, if titles did that for us then we would simply be hungry for such things...no, the titles bring forth bigger and tougher prey for us to face off against... we want those titles because we crave the challenges that they will bring. Everything that we've ever earned has been by the sweat of our brows and the steel and fire in our bodies." David says with a grim nod.
"You've seen our body of work thus far, have you not Constance? Can you not deny that everything that we've earned has not been through methods of our own hands and not because of some "divine right" or "miracle"? The only labels that we want to have given to us is ones like "technically sound" or "tag team specialist"...we don't ask for "God Emperor" or "Punisher" or even something as truly pretentious as "GAWD"..."
"No, what defines Sabin Richards and David Gibson is fire and steel. And if we fall at Midsummer Massacre, then we will fall and then fight our way right back up, even if it takes us even longer because right now we're not trying to intimidate you or cower you or anything else..."
Both men look deadly serious at the camera.
"No, we are showing the two of you true and proper *RESPECT*." David says flatly.
"Yes we have our confidence, but we have no arrogance. In the past, yes...there is no denying that so we won't. But at the big show this weekend, we are going to show that by winning those Unified Tag Team titles from you won't be the end of a long and arduous journey for us..."
"But the *BEGINNING*!"
David nods, "We aren't expecting an easy match, Constance. We are expecting, if you will pardon the phrasing...a Holy War."
The two men then start to walk back down the steps.
"See you two on the Firing Line."
(The screen fades to black)
