***After the video finishes, the scene cuts to the backstage area of the PWA Arena, where Mighty Cobra and Mighty Anaconda II stand addressing the camera. Anaconda is wearing a puffy neck-brace and has his ribs heavily taped. Cobra is wearing a sling and has a band-aid taped to the outside of his mask. The Coldsnakes look downtrodden and serious. After a moment, Cobra raises a microphone to speak.***
COBRA: “Okay… I ain’t gonna lie. The last few weeks… haven’t been *great* for the Mighty Coldsnakes. At PWA Undaunted, a pair of gigantic goons interrupted me and Anaconda in the ring and beat the grapefruits out of us. Then, when we *bravely* defended our honor in a pair of singles matches on Battery and Assault they… rustled our jimmies *again*, but fierce.”
***Anaconda nods shamefully as Cobra makes a defiant fist.***
COBRA: “BUT… all is not lost, true-believers! For you see, the MIGHTY Coldsnakes have had a super-heroic PLAN all along! A plan that those two sky-scraping spitheads have foolishly walked right into! Because what are the Mighty Coldsnakes? We are a TEAM. We are a fierce and deadly DUO that is stronger as a unit than either of us are alone! Every time that the Megaliths have attacked us, they have done so when we are separated! You see… what we have done is to lull them into a false sense of security! We let them beat on us individually to make them *think* that they have our number. When all the while we have been cataloging their movements using our master-detective minds. While they were brutally pounding our supple flesh, we were LEARNING. We were studying their actions, looking for any sign of weakness. And after a month of painstakingly allowing ourselves to be beaten within an inch of our lives, we have discovered… well… no weaknesses *yet*, but it’s only a matter of time!”
***Anaconda bends down and whispers into Cobra’s ear. He then folds his hands over his massive chest and glares at the camera.***
COBRA: “You know what? When you’re right you’re right big guy. The time for talk *is* over. You can only push the Coldsnakes so far before you get bit. So listen up asswipes. SHANE… Army of ONE. It’s time you felt the power of a fully-operational Coldsnakes. No more handicap matches. No more one-on-one matches. We want you big bastards in a tag-match! It’s time you learned what happens when you beat the spit out of the former ONE TIME, PWA Tag-Team Champions! We are gonna…”
UNKNOWN VOICE: “You have GOT to be kidding me.”
***Cobra and Anaconda stop mid-flex and turn. The camera pans over to reveal Spencer Watts walking toward them, disrespectfully dragging his PWA Light Heavyweight Championship on the ground behind him.***
WATTS: “These two are the reason I had to go looking for a camera?!"
***The Coldsnakes look at each other, shrug their shoulders and look back at Watts.***
WATTS: “Look at yourselves, you've been destroyed on how many occasions now? Camera guy, roll that footage again, I lost count. Now you want to give them another rub? Push them closer to the straps? That's not how you get on a level like mine kiddos.”
***Watts casually tosses his championship belt on the ground between him and yhe Coldsnakes. He gets right up in Mighty Cobra’s face and sneers.***
WATTS: “A word of advice from a *real* wrestler. I suggest you boys pack it up and go find a normal job. Your comedy act isn't welcome in my locker room, much less my arena."
COBRA: “You hear that Anaconda? The Blueprint here says we’re a comedy act. Well Mr. Print… I’ll have you know that my partner and I are genuine, grade-A superhero…*”
***Suddenly, the enormous, size-17 boot of SHANE shoots into the frame and blasts Mighty Anaconda in the mouth, sending him crashing through the cardboard backdrop behind the Coldsnakes. Cobra turns, only to have his head enveloped by a gigantic hand, as The Army of ONE rudely hoists Cobra into the air and sends him crashing down through a nearby catering table, sending sandwiches and paper plates cascading to the ground. The Megaliths stand silently over the fallen Coldsnakes. Spencer Watts quickly grabs his belt off the ground, letting it scrape rudely on the pavement as he does it. He takes a step back and looks from The Megaliths to the Coldsnakes and begins to laugh. The Megaliths stare him down and walk past him silently down the hall. The camera pans back over to the Coldsnakes who are slowly stirring from their beating. A cocky Watts sneers and kneels down by Mighty Cobra.***
WATTS: "Oh hey, I think them big sons a bitches heard you boys loud and clear."
***Cobra mumbles something unintelligibly under his breath.***
WATTS: “What’s that? I can’t hear you.”
COBRA: “…you look like a less-manly Freddie Mercury…”
WATTS: “That’s it… I’m teaching you some damn respect you little…”
***Watts drags Cobra to a sitting position.***
COBRA: “Cobra venom!”
***Mighty Cobra rears back and spits a red bloody haze in Watts’ face.***
COBRA: “Oh crap… that was supposed to be mist. I think I bit my tongue.”
***Watts stumbles back, wiping blood from his eyes and cussing under his breath. He hits the wall and rubs his eyes with his hands. He sees the blood covering his hands and fights back a convulsive retch.***
WATTS: “You… you… h-hrrk!!”
***Watts gags and stumbles back down the hall away from the Coldsnakes. He wipes the blood from his face and grits his teeth.***
WATTS: “You no good son-of-a…”.
***He raises his title belt over his head and attempts to swing the gold down onto Cobra but the belt is grabbed by nearby event security. Watts shoots them a dirty look, but is quickly ushered down the hall back toward the D.I.E locker room***
COBRA: “Ewww… hey Spencer! It’s probably no big deal but uh… you might want to get yourself tested.”
***Watt lets out a gutteral scream from the end of the hall as the screen fades to black.***Statistics: Posted by Quillz — Sat Jul 31, 2021 3:04 am
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