Post by dogpound on Mar 15, 2021 20:07:26 GMT -8
Glory 10 had just gone off the air as Bradley Alford and Tom Torch are standing outside The Dog Pound dressing room. They are chatting about what happened during the show as they share a laugh. Tom turns his eyes and notices the camera just watching them.
"Did you see what happened out there tonight? Did you not see what we just did to the so called number one contenders to the tag team championships? We just kicked their ass. How many more teams must fall at our feet before we are considered contenders?"
Bradley slaps each side of his face.
"Do we finally have your attention? I know that my fear of fighting women will come up since most of the teams around here are comprised of them. Don't let my fear fool you. I don't like hitting women but I have no problem suplexing them all over the ring. Tom and I have made it our mission to bring those tag straps to the group."
Bradley laughs timidly while Tom is rubbing his hands together.
"Brad and I will not rest till we get what we want if that means we continue to bust some heads then so be it. I don't give a damn about your gender. I don't give a fucking shit who you are or where you stand in this company. You all bleed the same way. We will continue making believers out of you all even you hate us."
Bradley is about to say another word when Izzy comes running into the shot. She nearly tackles him while looking toward the camera.
"Do you fucking mind? My husband and I have some celebrating to do."
Izzy drags Bradley away as Torch just shrugs his shoulders. The cameras quickly fade as the trio leaves the arena.
"Did you see what happened out there tonight? Did you not see what we just did to the so called number one contenders to the tag team championships? We just kicked their ass. How many more teams must fall at our feet before we are considered contenders?"
Bradley slaps each side of his face.
"Do we finally have your attention? I know that my fear of fighting women will come up since most of the teams around here are comprised of them. Don't let my fear fool you. I don't like hitting women but I have no problem suplexing them all over the ring. Tom and I have made it our mission to bring those tag straps to the group."
Bradley laughs timidly while Tom is rubbing his hands together.
"Brad and I will not rest till we get what we want if that means we continue to bust some heads then so be it. I don't give a damn about your gender. I don't give a fucking shit who you are or where you stand in this company. You all bleed the same way. We will continue making believers out of you all even you hate us."
Bradley is about to say another word when Izzy comes running into the shot. She nearly tackles him while looking toward the camera.
"Do you fucking mind? My husband and I have some celebrating to do."
Izzy drags Bradley away as Torch just shrugs his shoulders. The cameras quickly fade as the trio leaves the arena.