MASCARA MUERTO VS THE SMITHS

[Handsome Harley]

Standard Tag Team Match - Tag Title Tournament Round 2
Mascara Muerto
vs
The Smiths

[pete]

Stay right. Stay right. Stay right. Always stay right. Except when overtaking. You only go left for overtaking.

Bill Smith[/color] repeated this mantra to himself over and over as, at about half a mile an hour, he and his brother made their way around a relatively quiet neighbourhood in Hollywood. He had to admit that driving automatic was much easier than driving stick, but his whole body still quivered with nervousness as he inched forward tentatively. After a moment, he called out to his brother, plaintively:

"Harry?"

The slight edge of desperation in his tone seemed to elude Harry, whose focus remained on the phone he held in his big fingers. Feeling more and more panicky, Bill persisted:

"Harry!! A little help 'ere?"

The truck driver, however, remained uninterested, as he brushed his older brother off irritably:

"No' now! I'm textin' Bobbi!"

Of course he was. Harry seemed to spend about as much time thinking about this bird as about his wrestling career. Here they were both going to die in a horrible accident, and what was this daft wanker doing? Texting her. Bill felt his blood boil, but tried his best to contain himself, gritting his teeth and clutching the wheel so tightly his knuckles went white. By his side, his brother seemed totally oblivious, a slight smile on his lips as he texted away. After a moment, Bill could not take it anymore:

"HARRY! It won't matter if you see yer bird or not if we're both DEAD! I'm not used to drivin' on the right! Help me out, f'r fucksakes!"

Still Harry gave no reaction, other than a dismissive wave of a hand; he seemed to have much more important fish to fry. After a moment, he finally spoke, and his words nearly caused Bill to drive off the road:

"Yanno, she wants a threesome..."

"WHAT?!"

Bill slammed his foot on the brakes, making the car skid on the tarmac with a deafening screech. This, finally, got Harry's attention, as he lunged for the steering wheel:

"Are ya mental, mate?!"

"No. YOU are, mate. Here I am tellin' you I can't drive on the right, but do ya help me? Do ya fuck! All ya do is make me almost crash this bloody thing!"

The recently arrived Englishman struggled to catch his breath, his face red with fear and pent-up rage. After several seconds of refocusing his energy and lowering his adrenaline levels, he finally managed to speak:

"An' what's this about a threesome?!"

"Bobbi's sexually curious, like", his brother eagerly explained. "Soon's I mentioned you, she got all randy wantin' to meet ya. I told 'er 'bout yer nickname, but it didn't seem to discourage 'er none", he concluded with a shrug.

Bill felt, in turn, flustered and flattered. On the one hand, he had promised not to cheat on his wife any more, what with the baby coming and all; but on the other, what Kate didn't know couldn't hurt her. And by the way Harry described this Bobbi, she seemed to be a real dish. Just then, however, the thought that this might all be a prank by his brother crossed his mind, and he turned to Harry suspiciously:

"This isn't like that time you told me Gemma Wilkinson fancied me...?"

His younger sibling let out a hearty guffaw at the memory:

"I told ya, mate, Gemma put me up to that one! Feisty li'l slag, she was..."

Bill huffed, but his brother slapped him on the shoulder good-naturedly:

"Nah, this ain't like that, bruv. I wouldn't do that to ya...again!"

He winked and smiled, and Bill felt himself get won over, as always. It was with a grin of his own that he cautioned:

"But only after the show. We've got a match to win!"

"'Course, mate. Birds don't like losers. 'Specially not this bird. But after we beat Skeletor an' the White Ranger. we go round Bobbi's an' have a li'l fraternal fun. Yeah?"

Bill smiled an agreement.

"Grand. Now get this baby rollin', I don't wanner get there when's the gym's all full up!"

"Only if you help me", Bill said sharply; and only after he had made his brother shake on it did he resume their, very slow, drive towards the arena.[/b]

[pete]

Bill could hear the music as soon as he stepped foot in the building. As he neared the flat, the din only got louder, until, when he opened the door, he was nearly drowned in booming power chords. In front of him, oblivious to everything and everyone, Harry twisted and twirled, hopping around like a small child as he pretended to strum an invisible guitar. Bill's first instinct was to try and yell over the music, but he quickly realized that would get him nowhere. Instead, he took a couple of steps forward, and was about to hold his hand out towards his brother when he began to actually listen to the lyrics to the song that was playing:

I remember the sparks that flew
In the summer of seventy-nine
My brother went wild for a pretty girl's smile
And he didn't care that she was mine

We fought each other
Like never before...

[/color]

Bill could not help but smile. He had been three years old in the summer of seventy-nine, and Harry one, but twenty or so years later, just such a situation had happened between them, when His brother had had the misfortune to fall for exactly the wrong person: Kate, whom Bill was at the time engaged to marry. The love triangle had come to its predictable conclusion, and only when Harry shifted his attention to Gemma Wilkinson, the 'Village Bike', had their brotherly bond been restored.

He was pondering on this memory from the past when a scream from his brother made him snap back to reality. Harry had twirled around only to come face to face with him, and his subsequent start of surprise had nearly knocked over the rather expensive sound system. Now, laughing at his own silliness, he slapped Bill on the shoulder:

"Jesus, mate, ya scared me half to death! Knock the next time, yeah?"

Bill smiled. "Not like you would have heard me, is it?"

His brother guffawed, good-naturedly acknowledging the truth of his words. Then, waving at the stereo, he asked:

"What do you think? For our entrance?"

"Bang-on choice", said Bill, impressed. "I was listenin' to the lyrics...it's kind of like that thing we 'ad with Kate back when, innit?"

Harry laughed. "Yup. And get a load of the chorus..."

He turned the sound back on, and Bill immediately understood what he meant. "Two heads are better than one, it's double the pleasure, baby, triple the fun", sang the man on the stereo. Bill caught his brother's eye, still smiling widely, and they exchanged one of those knowing glances they would sometimes give one another.

"Harry, old son, I underestimated ya..."[/b]

[Handsome Harley]

As the scene fades in we see HEW's resident masked duo Mascara Muerto as they prepare to give their promo for the coming Shockwave. The duo is standing against a plain black backdrop as the camera focuses on them.

De Norte: "Can you believe it Amigo? Our moment has finally arrived! We are booked to fight for the Tag Titles! The right to not only be Champions but the FIRST in all of HEW History! Aren't you excited? I know you are! I can see it on your face, there is no use trying to hide it!"

Muerto just stands there silently as he glances at Norte before looking back at the camera.

De Norte: "All we have to do is defeat the Smith Brothers in that ring and we will have our first taste of gold ever! Now I would be lying if I said I am not confident in our ability, you and me have been amigos for several years, we can tell what the other is thinking in the ring. Ain't that right?"

Once again Muerto is silent as he stands there, one wonders if Norte can really understand what he is saying if Muerto is even saying anything at all.

De Norte: "We have been preparing both physically and mentally for this match, our minds are so focused right now that we may develop telekinetic powers! Which would actually be pretty cool though I wonder if that would be grounds for a DQ in the ring. Hmm who knows! Point is we are completely focused on this match and nothing--"

Norte turns to see Muerto texting on his cellphone.

De Norte: "What are you doing!? Who could you possibly be texting right....don't tell me. Alice Carter!?"

Muerto just glances over at Norte before turning his attention back to his cellphone. Norte places both hands on his head for a moment as if he cannot believe what is going on.

De Norte: "What have I told you! Time and time again I say No Dating Co-Workers! It's not a good idea! When did you even have time to get her number!?"

There is a pause before Norte speaks again.

De Norte: "I should have known......Facebook! Muerto! Amigo! You can't keep letting her distract you like this! We have more important things to do then, is that a new bathing suit?"

Muerto shows Norte the phone for a moment but the camera cannot see what is on the screen.

De Norte: "Agh, what am I saying. You can't let a woman distract you! Or me! This is our moment and we cannot risk blowing it because of a girl...a very attractive girl but STILL! Can you put that blasted device away for a few moments and focus please?"

Muerto shrugs and puts the cellphone away and looks back at the camera.

De Norte: "Thank you. Now where was I? Harry, as you and others are well aware Muerto and I have come to your aid in the past, but now you have someone else there to watch your back. This match is nothing personal and I hope it never becomes that, we both want the title and we will bring our best to that ring and leave it in the ring. But only one of can walk out with those titles."

Norte looks at Muerto quickly.

De Norte: "Yes I know actually Two people walk out of the ring with the belts but you know what I mean! Don't interrupt me. We have already proven we can work together as a tag team, but the same cannot be said for you and your brother. So I want nothing less then a great match from you two, which can only happen if you two can work effectively together. Win or lose, good luck."

Norte glances at Muerto again.

De Norte: "What do you mean 'is that all you got'? Like you were much help! You barely said anything, you were too busy texting Alice! Hey don't you walk away from me!"

Muerto walks off screen and Norte follows after him as the scene fades to black.