Backstage
An O.R.D.R.L.I. feed appears on the two big screens showing a locker room where Oscar Z. Wallace is sitting, head lowered and shoulder straps down. Suddenly, he gets hit in the face by a towel. The crowd laughs.
The drone pans to show Axel Wallace with his hands on his hips, who gets another loud pop.
Oscar (ripping off the towel): What the hell was that for?
Axel: What the hell were you thinking?
Oscar (looking down): Sorry.
Axel: I didn't ask for an apology, I asked what you were thinking. Tagging yourself in just so you can charge headlong into an arse-kicking?
Oscar: Thorne pissed me off.
Axel: How?
Oscar: What do you mean 'How'? You heard the crap he was saying about Dad?
Axel: Why would that piss you off?
Oscar (looks up): Why didn't it piss you off?
Axel: Because I don't care.
Oscar (frowns): You don't care about what Dad would've thought if he saw watched Ascension?
Axel: If he hadn't been feeding the bloody worms back in Brigg the last two years, then sure.
The crowd gasps.
Oscar (stands up and gets in his face): How can you say that?!
Axel (unbothered): I can say it, because he would. (Leaning in) And by 'would', I mean 'has', because he can't say or think or feel anything. (points at him) You are a grown man. Losing your head over some grade-school insults from an old gits who haven't been relevant since you WERE in grade-school is not only dangerous, it's idiotic.
Oscar: Oh, so I'm an idiot now?
Axel: No, you are a hell of a wrestler who I need on his absolute A game or 'Team Wallace' isn't going to work.
Oscar's moustache twitches, his eyes drop and he turns away.
Axel (grabs him by the shoulder): We're not done talking.
Oscar turns around.
Axel: Look at me.
Oscar meets his eyes.
Axel: At Ascension we got destroyed, singlehandedly. It happened. There's nothing we can do about it other than what we did tonight: Rack up a win and get ourselves back in the conversation.
Oscar: And then what?
Axel: We just keep doing it. One match at a time until we're standing across from those two freaks again. Tình Nhân might be an old lady with bad back who loves the sound of her own voice, but she's a master of mind games and her boys are weapons of mass destruction. If we can't stay focused then we have no chance of getting those belts back and if we can't become the Tag Team Supreme again, then someone else will, because NO ONE is unbeatable.
Oscar nods and looks down again.
Axel: ... I just spoke to Campbell. Next week it's going to be us vs the "rockstars" Tom, Dick & Harry. Those blokes might be complete posers, but they're a unit and while we're dealing with two of them, there's going to be a third man on the outside sniffing for blood. You saw how they handled the Battalion Bros last week. As bad as Thorne was, they're even worse. (holds out his hand) Can I count on you?
Oscar looks him right in the eye and clasps his hand: Yeah.
The crowd cheers.
Axel (slaps him on the shoulder): Top man. (starts walking past) And remember what I said. We won tonight. (points at the ceiling) It's only from here. One match at a time.
Oscar (nods and smiles): One match at a time...
Axel (walking to his locker, picks up the towel and throws it Oscar again): Now go take bloody shower, I could smell you from the hallway.
Oscar (catches it): Go **** yourself, Axel!
Axel: That's what the missus is for. You might wanna invest in one of those.
The younger brother just flicks his hand and leaves, lacking a suitable comeback. The crowd laughs and the feed ends.
Arena
DS: Damn, the Axe man is cold-blooded. I love it!
SDS: He's been a World Champion on 6 out of 7 continents for a reason, and he's right. There are hungry teams all over the board. If the Wallaces can't topple Pandemonium-
DS: I don't think anyone can, but if they don't, they're going to be remembered as the first-ever PSW Tag Team Champions who CHOKED a month in.
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