Chloe Davis: An incredible comeback victory from the Madhouse's No. 1 draft pick, the Rose of Ferocity, Sarah Esposito, who is still trying to find her place in the pecking order. And while we're on that topic, I'm here with 4 people who have been consistently fighting to climb the tag team pecking order. Please welcome Chakir and Chelem Jabbar, JabbarTV and Elsa Filipsson, Eeva Mustonen, the Track Queens!
The camera pans out to show the aforementioned persons of entrance who get loud pops from the crowd. The Queens stand on Davis' left, both wearing their helmets. Elsa has her hands on her hips, looking down at the floor with a frown and tapping her wheeled feet. Eeva has her arms folded, looking away. The Jabbars stand on Davis' right, wearing streetwear. Chelem has his hands behind his head, while Chakir looks off at something while rubbing his hands together.
Davis: Now, gentlemen, it's my understanding that you asked for this interview time to clear the air with the Queens.
Chakir: Uh, yeah, thanks, Chloe. We wanted to, you know, apologise to Elsa and Eeva about last week. As everybody knows, the four of us were supposed to take on the Madness and a partner of their choosing in 8-man tag, but then, uh, well, during the show an opportunity came up in the form of, uh, Roger Evans, the Bloodbath Champion. He was putting his title up and I jumped at the opportunity, challenged him to a Ladder Match, because I thought, "This guy's a dumb kid. He's got no experience. I can beat him easy and become a champion real quick," but then he went and powerbombed me on a ladder -dick move by the way- and he, uh, he won, retained his title and, uh, I was pulled from the tag match, because I got hurt. It hurt bad. Still stings a little now, heh, but, uh, yeah, it, you know, it just threw the- threw the chemistry off and, uh, our team ended up losing. My brother, Chelem, he ate like 3 Samoan spikes. He can't even talk right now.
Chelem nods while rubbing his throat.
Chakir: So, uh, bad night. Bad night.
Elsa raises her head and squints at him as he speaks. Chakir just nods and nervously smiles.
Dominga: Wow. That's a lotta words.
A.B.: And yet the most important ones were absent.
Davis:... Um, so... where's the apology?
The crowd laughs.
Chakir (looks from Davis to Elsa back to Davis back to Elsa): I- I- I just- I just gave it.
Davis: No... you didn't. You said you were going to, and then you just recapped the events of last week. You didn't actually apologise.
A.B.: Astute as always, Chloe.
Elsa's blue eyes continue to penetrate Chakir as he speaks. Eeva joins in. Chelem looks away.
Chakir: ... Well... uh... I... W-Who asked you?
Crowd: Oh!
Shamoon: Woah...
Davis (taken aback): Well, I was just-
Chakir: Well, d-don't, alright. Just stand there and hold the microphone.
The crowd boos.
Shamoon: Hey, come on now.
Davis frowns, but doesn't object.
Chakir: Now, the good news is, Dr Sharma just told me that I'm officially cleared to compete again starting next week. Which is great timing, because if it was this week, heh, we'd be cooked. I mean, we're in Samoa right now, and the Madness, they're Samoan. (Looks at Chelem) Or... Asovale is Samoan, and the other two are...? (turns back to the Track Queens) It doesn't matter. Just, you know, fighting them here would be like... fighting the Hitman in Canada or-or the... the... the Straight Edge guy in Chicago. There'd be spiritual forces working against us, so-
Elsa: What. Is. Your. Point?
Chakir (brow slightly furrows, but keeps his smile): I was... getting that. Once I've got the green light, we can go with your original plan without any problems, you know. We go to Shabani, get another 8-man tag booked against the Madness and-
Eeva: EI HELVETTI!!!
Chelem frowns.
Chakir (glaring at the Fin): What is it with you and yell-
Elsa, the Swede: Håll käften!
Chakir (exasperated): Not you t-
Elsa: It means shut up!
Chakir:...
Elsa (points): You had your chance, both of you, and you blew it.
Chakir: Hey, that's not-
Elsa: You left us high and dry, and then came down against doctor's orders, causing confusion, and you (points at Chelem) stood on the apron with a camera while Eeva was getting triple-teamed by those freaks!
Chakir: He tagged in eventually, and he was handling business.
Elsa: He handled nothing! He did some flips and got his ass kicked.
Chelem (croaks): I... did better than you two.
Elsa: Aligning with you two was the single dumbest idea I have ever had in my life. Never again.
Eeva: Ihon jätettä! (points at the Jabbars) You are a liability.
Chelem: A LIABILITY?!
He almost lunges at her, but Chakir holds him back.
Chakir: Woah woah! Chill Chel, I got this. I got this! (turns back to the Queens) You call us a liability? We are the best damn tag team-no, the best damn WRESTLERS in this whole company.
Elsa: Except you're not even wrestlers. You're influencers larping as athletes!
Dominga: THANK YOU!
A.B.: It really is hard to disagree after last week.
Shamoon: I mean, no, that's way too harsh.
Crowd: OOOOHHHHH!!!!
Chakir (backs with mouth agape, and then slowly, angrily steps forward): ... Listen, you stupid, ungrateful little b****!
Dominga: Oh...
Davis' eyes go wide.
Elsa doesn't back down and glares back.
Chakir: I'm trying to do you a favour here.
Elsa: Do me a favour by being honest, for once. How exactly are you the best when a) you have won a single match in this company and b) WE beat you?
Chakir: YOU ONLY BEAT US BECAUSE WE WERE TAKING IT EASY!
Elsa: Oh, really?
Chakir: It's the truth. And it's how we made you.
Elsa (flabbergasted): You... made us?
Chelem (croaks): You're damn right.
Eeva (chuckles): Helvetin harhaa.
Chakir: Just think back. Episode 1. You guys are in the first match on the card against us. Two genuine stars. Meanwhile, no one knows who you are. Then what happens? You get your little "victory", and by Episode 3, you're in the main event, teaming with us!
Shamoon: I mean, it's kind of a fair po-
A.B.: No, it's not. Not even close.
Chakir: THAT'S what we did for you! That was our gift to you, and you know something? You know what? We're going to take it back.
Chelem nods.
Chakir: Screw the Madness! Next week, Solomon Islands, we want a rematch against YOU!
Eeva bares her teeth and clenches her fists.
Elsa (throws her hands up): Fine! I can't wait to kick your ass aga-
Chakir: YOU'LL DO NOTHING, because you are NOTHING! You're nothing without us, and you're nothing against us. Come on, Chel!
Chakir storms out of camera shot. Chelem turns to follow him, but then stops and turns back.
Chelem (croaks): You know? After you... "beat us", we were man enough to shake your hands after. I just hope you're ready to do the same for us.
Chelem then follows his brother while coughing.
Eeva kisses her teeth, and Elsa shakes her head, before the two of them leave Davis alone.
Davis: Okay then. Back to you guys.
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