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The Grimm Brothers vs The Uneasy Alliance; May 20/11
Topic Started: May 2 2011, 04:35 PM (210 Views)
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~*~SCW Presents: Ammo, May 20th/2011~*~

The Grimm Brothers (Hansel & Gretal) vs. The UnEasy Alliance (Andrew Samuel Pugh & Vyn Detta)

3 RP Limit for singles matches, 4 RP Limit for tag matches
Deadline: Noon EST Thursday, May 19, 2011

~~Good Luck Everyone!~~
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Disclaimer: The CD part of the RP is all about wrestling because I've want to establish how much wrestling has to do with Andrew's life which includes a flashback and attending a local show. Nothing special though. Good luck.

Flashback Seven Years Ago at Cleveland All Pro Wrestling Academy

"Men!" Richardson shouted as we stood in a straight line waiting for him to speak. The man stood atop of his balcony with Maverick and Hall, looking down at his stock, which stood in a straight line before him.

"For the past six months we have taught you the basics of psychical combat. I'm personally surprised that all of you are still here given how much punishment you have overcome. And so I'm actually impressed to see seven young men and women fully committed to being potential wrestlers."

We stood there in silence as Richardson began talking once again.

"But I hope you all don't get a swell head over my praise because for this point forward we will push your limits further. Starting at this very moment. We want to see two of you do battle…against one another. We figure the best way to evaluate the progress of you seven is to test yourselves against each other.

There was a shuffling of feet among us, but we didn't say a thing.

"The two I've selected are Vyncient and…Andrew. Be warned, if you do not perform to the maximum extent possible, there will be…repercussions. I know you fight your brothers, and wish it to not happen, but what you do to one will help the others. Show us how far you have come in your growth and remember hold nothing back."

Vyn and I entered the ring and stood across from each other. "Are you ready to lose," I smirked at him. "

We'll just see about that," he responded as we knuckle pounded each other.

Richardson was outside the ring now. "The first test is mat wrestling. I want to see some fluid chain wrestling and some transitions as well. I'm referring to arm locks, wrist locks, anything you can grab hold of. And most importantly, I want to see who simply wants it more. Wrestling is more than a mere showcase of one's talent because if you don't have the hunger to support that, then it's all a waste. With that said, get ready."

Vyn and I got into our stance waiting for the signal to go. Richardson simply just nodded and we began. Vyn and I circled around the ring a little bit before finally we caught ourselves in a collar-and elbow tie up. I quickly tried to go Vyn's right leg however he quickly detected that and simply threw me down to the mat. I reached a vertical base quickly and once again threw myself to him trying to this time grab his arm. I didn't notice that Vyn got behind and slammed me stomach first into the mat. He smoothly followed up with a front headlock which I tried to wiggle out. I managed to reach a vertical base while he had the hold locked in and I figured I would once again try to grab his legs. Vyn suddenly grabbed my arm and quickly locked in a Fuji Armbar and I could only writhe in pain.

"Come one Drew where's the transition," Maverick yelled. I managed to roll out of the hold and when reached a vertical base I finally managed to do a single leg takedown. From there I locked in a tight leg lock. Vyn was trying his best to break free but unable to. I felt confident that he won't break free so I loosen my grip just a little and continued to apply pressure.

"What now Vyn," I taunted him just too perhaps get in his head. However somehow Vyn managed to not only reverse the hold but countered into a Single Leg Crab. The hold really targeted my back when made it difficult to even try to counter. Vyn suddenly smoothly transitioned that into a STF, immobilizing my movement.

"I've seen enough," Richardson suddenly stated as he let go of the hold and we both reached a vertical base panting. "Although there were some sloppy transitions and positions, at least you guys left nothing behind. That's all I require out of all of you. Still there's more work to be done for both of you but it seems as if you two believe in our methods. This was a good performance by both of you and if you two continue to show no mercy you will be rewarded. With that said consider yourselves dismissed so the next two combatants can compete."

Both Vyn and I left the ring and stood next to the nearby wall. "

You're lucky he saved your ass because I could have held that hold in all night," Vyn proclaimed.

I doubt it but if that helps you sleep at night that so be it."

"Quiet," John Hall, one of our trainers, stated, "We need compete silence. Vyn and I quietly ceased talking and watched our peers go through the testing.
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_ May 3rd, 2011 6:30 P.M.

Today was different for me for sure. For the first time in a while I went to a local promotion not as a wrestler but as a fan. To be accurate it's been about two years since I've been to an event, which is ironic because two years I made my pro debut. With my busy schedule I've been unable to attend. I fondly remember the first ever wrestling show I saw twenty one years ago to be accurate and I remember being amazed by the variety it showcased. From the larger than life muscles heads to the light heavyweights with costume that was comic-book inspired. That's why I instantly became a fan of wrestling and then eventually drop out of college and piss off my mother who still doesn't see a positive future in a wrestling career.

That's her perspective of things. Everything makes more sense when you can see things with a bit of perspective. The problem is that it can be impossibly difficult to find that perspective when you're right in the middle of everything. How does one pull themselves out of a situation and try to look it with completely objectivity? Is that even possible? If you can do that, does it qualify as a super-power, right up there with super-strength, telekinesis, and Spidey-Sense? Wouldn't that make for a very impressive superhero, though. Perspective-Man? Personal-Objectivity-Man? Ok maybe not the best of names but I've made my point. My perspective of wrestling is far different from her's and that's fine by me. So I get there by 6:30 because that's when it started. The general wrestling fans recognized me; I mean after all I do wrestle in the biggest promotion today. I signed a couple autographs before the show started and sat close to the front row.

The Awesomeness vs. Cruel Intentions
The Awesomeness was the tandem of Bret Benson and Jimmy Black, who I remember from their brief appearances from SCW as High Concept while Cruel Intentions, Kid Vicioso and El Volar, two Mexican wrestlers in dark attire. The pair, known as Cruel Intentions, showed promise early on, dominating their opponents, but soon found themselves at the mercy of the speed and cohesiveness of The Awesomeness. They eventually fell to a Diving leg drop/splash combo from The Awesomeness to Kid Vicioso after having previously tossed El Volar unceremoniously from the ring.

The Awesomeness wins in a solid opening match

Yuki Onodera vs. Sarah Bash
Sarah Bash is a freak of nature for women's wrestler. She's about 6'3 and weighs about 250 pounds and she was tatted up from her arms. Unfortunately for Yuki, she was basically thrown from pillar to post with the young Japanese woman getting in little more offense. What she did get in, though, showed potential. She pulled off a couple of crisp, high flying moves that staggered the monster Bash, but eventually fell to a Powerbomb .

Bash wins in a squash

Jennifer Stone vs. Emma Fox
Apparently Stone is the Women's champion and she seems to be very skilled and is actually very beautiful. It was Fox however that dominated through the match using some slick technical was able to go hold for hold with the champ throughout a number of exchanges. And as Stone took to the air, she was able to hold her own, maintaining a calm air about her as she attempted to weather the champ's offense. When Stone went for a Superkick, she ducked underneath the kick, and almost trapped the champ with a rollup, but Stone wisely reversed the hold and came out with the win after pinning Eve down

Stone wins in good Women's match.

The Atlantic Connection vs. Lake Erie Blondes
The Lake Erie Blondes were two flamboyant men around their early twenties while the Atlantic look more seasoned. However this was one sided as the Blondes dominated throughout the match. The won the match with a nice double DDT

Lake Erie Blondes win in a squash.

"Mean" Scott Morgan vs. Jason Tyler
Clearly Morgan looks like a vet in his mid thirties due to the noticeable scars on his body while Tyler looks very young. In fact, a fan told me he's only nineteen years old and you could tell because he could very much pass as a high school student. The match saw some prominent storytelling. Morgan wisely sat back, feeling out Tyler as his opponent took control in the early going, using a wild, high flying attack that got the crowd on their feet. Tyler's domination didn't last long, though, as Morgan, having seen enough of the onslaught to formulate a game plan, soon went on the offensive. The two then traded attacks, which culminated in Morgan tripping a spring boarding Jason Tyler and locking in a tight heel hook that forced Tyler to tap out.

Morgan won in the Match of the Night.

El Grande vs. The Great Sakoda
This was the main event. Grande was a Mexican luchador with a unique looking blue and black mask while the Japanese Sakoda sported traditional pants and black facepaint. When the match began, Sakoda almost immediately began his mind games, exiting the ring any time Grande seemed to get the upper hand. But when Grande was able to keep Sakoda in the ring, the two put on a great technical affair, trading submissions and going back to forth in lighting quick exchanges that truly impressed the crowd and me included. But as the match progressed, Sakoda's mind games clearly began to wear on the Grande, who grew increasingly frustrated. After Sakoda escaped a front facelock, he quickly dived to ringside, and Grande followed suit. From here, the two abandoned any technical pretenses and began to brawl. So consumed were they in the fight, in fact, that neither noticed when the ref finished his ten count and declared the match a draw. At that point, neither seemed to care, and only stopped fighting when a number of wrestlers spilled out of the back to separate them.

Sakoda and Grande brawl to a draw in a great match to end a good overall show.


After the show was over, I quickly when back to my apartment about 8:30 P.M. Originally I was going to begin studying some tape from my previous match and to further build on that for my next match but I was exhausted. And so I found myself on the couch with a pen and notebook in my hand. However the tape was on the table and to be honest it seemed as if my body was content leaving it there. Instead of mentally preparing for my match I decided to do something I haven't a in a while; write poetry.

Nowadays when I reflect I almost shock myself that at one point in my life I figured my future would be in the writing profession. I mean my mother practically denounced seeking a potential career in basketball claiming that it would be a waste of my intellect. Harmony Fisher was shocked that an arrogant guy who brags about being on magazines and wearing tailor made suits could possibly be involved in something deep. Anyways, I simply was too tired to write and fell asleep given that tomorrow I had to train, study more film, talk to Vyn and discuss a few non-wrestling things with Sebastian.

Despite what my mother says I love wrestling and this is what I was made to do. i bet if you would ask any wrestler in the world would if they could picture themselves be something else, many simply can't. Once you get attached to it, you can stray away from it. And sure being on the road constantly can eventually take a mental wear on us an eveutally the fire will be put out. But I have plenty of time before that happens and until then I'm going to embrace these moments. Wrestling is my life basically and quite frankly, I hope it lasts forever.
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ASP: As everyone knows recently I have made it my mission to change for the better; to be positive and to engage all of the fans; to be the guiding light in what is a dark place. The Highlight Express was created with that thought in mind. To give the fans a show where they would be entertained and be on the edge of their seats. Now granted the first show was suppose to be epic and my first ever guest was suppose to be Shilo Valiant but "he didn't have enough time" to be a part of history. And sure the first ever show was therefore hindered,but being the showman that I am, I decided to improvise. But then, those rejects known as the F-Ups interrupted my airtime and throw me out of the ring!

ASP smirks

ASP: F-Ups, you had no business to interrupt me or my show. However I can understand why you would do such a dastardly thing. I mean I know that you four are envious of my movie star facial features, my display of flamboyance or how I'm on the cover of magazines. Or perhaps you're jealous because I actually have airtime rather than wrestling in dark matches or perhaps maybe because I've actually won more than one match. But you four are the polar opposite of yours truly; staid, graceless, fragile understated, inelegant. I mean what type of grown men wear costumes and pretend that they are superheroes? Losers which you four should be the poster children for. The fact that I have to waste my breath on you four surprises me because quite frankly you’re not worth my time.

ASP pauses.

ASP: If you four want a war with ASP, that's fine by me and Vyn. Although the statistics will point out that there are four of you and two of us, I still like our odds. F-Ups, Vyn and I are going to teach all four a valuable lesson that shall be etched into your feeble-minded brains for eternity and that's to not mess with me and most importantly the Highlight Express. What we did on Breakdown was nothing compared to what Vyn and I can inflict on your four. See just because I’ve changed my tune doesn’t mean I can’t still send people to the hospital. You four must have forgotten why they call me the Alpha Dog. Consider yourselves warned F-Ups and if you don’t know, soon you will!

ASP: But enough of those hooligans ASPeeps because this Friday marks the second official tag match of the UnEasy Alliance. Of course the last time we were in action we did exactly what I predicted and that's destroy Diamond Spade. Sure they tried to match blow for blow with us but it wasn't enough and we were victorious! Now we shift from Diamond Spade to the debuting Grimm Brothers. To be honestly, I’ve never heard of the Grimm Brothers nor have I’ve seen them in person but when I managed to get a glimpse of their photos the first thing that jumped out to my mind was that they must be some type of circus act right? Or they could be stunt doubles for movies. I mean Supreme Championship Wrestling is the home for the finest entertainment and zany characters and I figured perhaps SCW is trying a different ploy to excite the fans. There’s a perfect slot for it as when has a dark match actually been exciting? They have that in most professional sports and I’m sure the ASPeeps won’t mind taking a piss break before the actual show.

ASP chuckles once again.

ASP: But unfortuanly, they are our next opponents and quite frankly, if I was the Grimm Brothers, I would be praying to the heavens above that Vyn and I don’t make this a massacre. It’s bad enough that you two are perhaps the worst fashion offenders that I’ve ever seen. I mean we got Bane from Batman and a Mad Hatter rip-off. See I represent class boys. You see this suit right here. This is tailor made. I wear the finest clothes from all over the world. I’m on magazines and a future cultural icon. In fact, I’m undecided on who dresses worst; you two or the the F-Ups. I’ll go with the F-Ups strictly by default.

ASP: Grimm Brothers, I’m not sure what you plan to accomplish here in SCW but one thing that I know that won’t happen is you two defeating us. See Vyn and I are men on a mission; we have a goal and that's earn a SCW Tag Team Title shot. It doesn’t matter how many people they send us our way we are going to go in that ring and once the bell starts, we will destroy you two. It’s nothing personal Grimm Brothers but unfortuanly you didn’t get the luck of the draw and so your fate has been sealed. There is no way we are losing to you two because we have too much to lose if a miracle does happen. Especially me considering that on May 29th I’m going to be in the Taking Hold of the Flame Battle Royal and I can't afford to have a setback. And besides, all my ASPeeps have been blowing up my email to tell me they want to see another ASP win more than they want to see Titanic 2, Avatar 2 or another Twilight movie. And folks, I promise I won’t disappoint because in this script, the fans go home happy. Grimm Brothers, the only grimacing that you’re be doing is when you’re laying flat on your back as Vyn and I stand victorious once again. This Friday boys, just like the name says you two will need all the Ammo you can get a hold off to defeat us. And guess what, it still.won’t.be.enough!

The screen fades to black.
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People often say that human being are simple creatures. We know only how to survive and keep ourselves happy. To them, I say...The sun is very bright!”

Chapter 1: I’m Feeling Mighty Lo

*As the sun shines bright overhead, we see a little beach sitting nicely on the horizon. As we approach this beautiful piece of land, we see a group of kids, 2 boys and a girl, in bathing suits running along the sand. They are laughing, smiling, having a good time. As they race along the water, one of them notices something in the sand. *

Boy #1: Is that a rock you guys?

Girl : It must be huge...at least 100 pounds!!

*They approach the rock, slowly...carefully. The closer they get, the bigger the rock gets. They’re about 10 feet away when...*

Girl: IT’S NOT A ROCK!! THAT’S A HEAD!!! GROSS!!

*The three kids scream as they realize what is sitting in the sand. Turning on their heels, the three of them take off running back the other way, heading towards their parents as fast as their little legs could carry them.

Gretel looked on from where lay buried, confused and dazed. After all, he had been napping so peacefully while Hansel was off swimming. Peaceful, that is, until those kids came along and yelled at him. *
Gretel: ...Sleepy!!!

*Gretel, in a fit of rage, shook his head from side to side and tried to shake his feet. Unfortunately for him, his brother did a fantastic job burying him in the sand. Hansel, in an attempt to keep Gretel from wondering off, hand buried his younger brother up to his neck in the sand.

When he had finished digging, Hansel had called Gretel over to show him the huge hole he had dug. When Gretel came over and looked in, Hansel had asked him to check the whole for alligators. The next thing Gretel knew he was covered in sand, scared that he wouldn’t be able to run from the alligators.*

”Grrrreeeeetttteeeeellll”

*The voice rang through his ears and brought a smile to his face. That voice belonged to only one person. Gretel’s best buddy in the whole wide world...*

Gretel: Bomb!!!!!!!

*Gretel turned his head every which way, looking searching until...he saw him...

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”Gretel, what are you doing in the sand?”

Gretel: Haaannnselll....

”Buried you in the sand right? Why do you let him do that to you?”

”Gretel love big brother”

”Yeah, Bomby knows. But he shouldn’t treat you like that. It’s not right.”

Gretel: It’s left!!

*Bomby looked blankly at Gretel, almost questioning if Gretel was joking or not. He quickly remembered...Gretel wasn’t funny...*

”Gretel, can I ask you a question. Something about Friday?”

Gretel:...Fry...day...is...Fryed....CHICKEN!!

”...Yes...but buddy...what about your match?

Gretel:...

*Gretel looks on, confused...*

”Your wrestling match...

Gretel:...

*Gretel looks on, still confused...*

:Hello?? Earth to Gretel...Your WR-ES-TL-ING Match...against the Uneasy alliance? You know? Where you and Hansel fight?

Gretel: Don’t fight Hansel! Gretel love Hansel. Hansel give Gretel coat made of sand!”

”No, big guy...I mean you and Hansel fight together...”

Gretel: Why?

”Well, because you guys want to be the next Supreme Championship Wrestling Tag Team Champions”

Gretel:...Why?

”Well, because you guys have trained for most of your lives to reach that goal. It is something that you two shed blood, tears, sweat, and hair, you more than him, to get. I mean, how many nights did Hansel keep you up talking about those damn tag team title belts? More than I can count. I know you Gretel. You want this more than anyone, Gretel. Maybe more than Hansel.

Gretel....Why?

”BECAUSE!!! That’s why. It’s because you want to be famous. You want to ride around in those fancy limousines.

*Gretel looks on completely dumb-founded.*

”You wanna be able to pull up to the hottest and most expensive restaurants in town, flash a smile...or in your case flex a bicep, and have everyone welcome you with open arms because they know who you are. You want people to shout your name from the street as you walk by...shouting “Hey, Gretel, you rock, champ!”

*Gretel still looks off into the distance, absolutely dazed and confused, almost falling asleep.*

”You want to enjoy all the benefits of being a champion in SCW. You want the women, the cars, the free stuff people throw at you just for gracing them with your presence. You want to wear the Rolexes, the Armani suits, Extra Large for you brother! You want to sip the finest wine available, enjoy the tenderest of steak. You want to taste all those sweet delights that come with being a champion. You deserve...

*Gretel’s head shot up like a rocket.*

Gretel: Gretel champ...gets cookies?

*Bomby looks at Gretel. Now it is his turn to be confused. Gretel had always been one to misunderstand things, but this was strange even for him.

”What? No...no...You deserve NOT Dessert brother”

Gretel:...Ice Cream??

”It’s not a food, Gretel. I was simply saying...”

Gretel:... .... ...Pie??

”....”

Gretel:...

”...Yes...Yes...If you become the SCW Tag Team Champion, Gretel...You can have some pie...ok?”

*Gretel lets out a small giggle as he squirms under the sand.*

Gretel: I like Pie...I like Bomby...

”I like you to, buddy.

*It is then that we see Hansel, in all his handsome, chizeled glory, walking up the beach towards Gretel. Gretel sees him coming and tries to wave his hand. Alas, he is still stuck under the sand. He tries to wave his other hand, but the same is true for that hand. He tries to wave both hands, but unfortunately, the sand stands true. Gretel stops to think about it for a second. He thinks and he thinks some more. He then comes up with a brilliant idea.

Gretel tries it wave again, repeating the process with his left, then his right. The end result being the same. Gretel begins to worry. He wants his brother to see him. What is he to do? It is then that he comes up with the greatest idea of all.

Hansel couldn’t figure out why his baby brother was shaking his head from side to side like a bobblehead, screaming his name in the process like one of his many fan girls...but it sure as hell was funny. Waving his hand as he strode over, he could see how excited his little brother was to see him. In alot of ways, Gretel reminded him of a puppy. Innocent and cute. The only difference was this puppy could lift a damn Volkeswagon.

Hansel: “Well hello, handsome. Did you have fun in the sand?”

Gretel (nodding): No gators...

Hansel: Well, that’s good. You didn’t get a sun burn through your mask did you?

Gretel:...Gretel talking to Bomb

*Hansel looked to where Bomby was sitting. Gretel’s “friend” had always been weird to Hansel. Since they were kids, Gretel had taken Bomby everywhere. Personally, Hansel would have thrown him out years ago, but the damn thing weighed almost as much as he did. Gretel was the only person who could lift the heffer up. Plus it made the big guy happy so what was the harm.”

Hansel: I see...and what did Bomby have to say?

Gretel: Me champ...get fried chicken...and pie...

That’s right, Gretel. After we become the SCW Tag Team Champions, we will be rich. We’ll get the big cash bonus for doing such a good job. Then, we can by you all the pie and chicken you want. How does that sound?

*Gretel let out another squeak as he shook with excitement. He was so excited that he somehow managed to shake the beach, knocking Hansel on his bum! Or maybe it was because Hansel had enjoyed too much wine with some of the hunnies while he was swimming...he couldn’t be sure.*

Hansel: Not so fast, little brother. First we have to make an example of the team of UnEasy Alliance. We have to fight them this Friday at Ammo. Do you know what that means, Gretel?

*Hansel could almost see the steam coming out of Gretel’s ears as he tried to piece it all together.

Gretel: Have...2...fight...2 guys...Champs...Beat...2...Champs...soon...

*That was impressive for Gretel Hansel thought to himself. Plus it only took him a while 5 minutes.*

Hansel: “And how are we going to fight?”

*Gretel was right on the ball for this one...*

Gretel: Well, first of all, I imagine I’ll start the match. More stamina and all. A collar elbow tie up should suffice in establishing who is the stronger athlete...Me....following that, I’ll control the pace as I usually do. Power Moves followed by some sort of drop, impact move, maybe a power slam or spine buster. Something to knock the wind out of them.

Following that, I’ll let you go to work on him. I mean, I imagine it will be Lo-Drew in the ring, seeing as he is the only one who appears to be interested in this match. His tag partner Vyn-dick-ta seems scared of big bad Gretel so he’ll wait it out, hoping we get tired. Unfortuantely for him, stamina is our game.

Then you’ll wear him down, he’ll make a desperate tag, you tag me as he does, I take them both out with my strength and you hit the...


*The feeling of sad smacking his face was enough to bring Hansel out of his day dream. Gretel stood before him, covered in sand but out of the hole he had been buried in. In his hands, he held his trusty side kick, Bomby. Hansel couldn’t be sure, but from the excitement in his eyes, Hansel could see what his brother was thinking...*

Gretel: Bommmmmbbbb!!

*Hansel let out a sigh. He could always dream for the day Gretel made thoughts like that...”

Hansel: That’s right, kiddo. Come on, let’s grab some ice cream and head home.

*Hansel began to head to the car with Gretel right behind him, almost skipping, and nodding his head.*

Gretel:...Bomb...
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Once upon a time, in a land far away called Michigan, there was a young boy who was born to a wealthy family. He was the pride of his parents, the apple of their eyes, their jewel of joy. But when the boy was not yet one, both of his parents were killed in a terrible accident. The young boy was adopted by a loving older woman who became his grandmother. The woman was kind, yet homely, but as she saw the beauty of her new boy, she decided to name him… Hansel.

But it was not long after Hansel learned to talk that he started to show the classical symptom of being an only child… loneliness. Thus, his loving grandmother went out to an agency and adopted him a little brother to play with. This poor boy was bigger than most, and his mother had been killed during childbirth after the big boy split his mom wide open… yeah… he’s pretty big.

Hansel took to the big fella immediately, and his grandmother named him Gretel.

This was just about 19 years ago, and the two have now come to SCW… bringing with them a fairytale unlike anything SCW has ever seen!


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Fairytale Fantasy
Chapter One: The Unholy Alliance

The fabulous fop stretched out on the hammock, feeling every bit of his body relax.

Hansel: This is the life.

He took a sip of his ice tea while the sun’s rays warmed his skin. He had to get some of his color back, so he would look his best for SCW. Him and Gretel were set to face the Unholy Alliance of Andrew Samuel Pugh and Vyn Detta. The two were not considered an insanely strong team by any means, but all the same, Hansel wasn’t taking any chances with their debut. The Brothers Grimm had their eyes on the SCW Tag Team titles. Hansel because it meant that the Brothers would become a focus of the wrestling world… Gretel because… it was shiny.

‘How’s Bomby?’ Hansel asked over to his brother who sat in a large chair. His one hand pet his pet while the other hung onto the other side of the hammock, rocking it back and forth. When they couldn’t find a tree to tie the other side of the hammock to, Gretel had just laid hold of it and swung it back and forth, even with Hansel’s added weight.

‘Swinnnnnnng’ Gretel said behind his mask. He liked his mask. He almost never went anywhere without it. The two still went to high school, in their last year, and believe it or not, they were picked on relentlessly. Gretel for being a ‘freak’ and Hansel for being a ‘fag’. Of course, neither were true. They just had their own ways of doing things.

‘Hansel? Gretel?’ came the voice of their grandmother, who walked slowly out to her boys. She was a kind woman despite her warts and appearance. The rumor in town was that she was a witch, and so what if she experimented with frogs and newts. She was the last person to ever hex someone… lately. ‘What are you boys doing.’

‘Bomb…’ Gretel answered. Far from stupid, Gretel was just soft spoken… and hard hitting. Hansel shrugged and lifted his glass to his grandmother.

‘Hi Grandma Hazel. We’re just relaxing before we have to head out to SCW.’

‘Alright… Gretel, my dear, can you please go take Bomby and give him a bath? He’s starting to get a little dirty. You can use the bubble bath if you promise not to make a mess.’

‘RUBBER DUCKY TIME!’ Gretel almost squealed, running into the house like a mad man. As soon as he let go of the hammock, Hansel came crashing down to the ground, landing hard on his backside. With a groan, he stood up, dusting off his pants, now stained with dirt.

‘THESE WERE MY GOOD PANTS, GRETEL!’

‘Ducky…’ was all he could make out from Gretel from within the house.

‘And look at that, he made me spill my ice tea. Now how will I ever have lemony goodness now?’ He shook his head in disappointment.

‘Hansel, I know you are excited about SCW.’ Grandma Hazel said to him. ‘But I just wanted you to remember to look out for your little brother.’

‘Aw Grannie…’ Hansel replied with a groan. ‘He’s a big tough tank. No one is going to mess with him. He’ll be fine.’

‘Maybe so, but you know your brother. He doesn’t understand a lot about how terrible some people can be. It’s up to you to make sure no one takes advantage of him.’

‘Yes Grandma. I won’t let anything happen to him.’ Hansel gave his mother a hug. ‘I think I should go talk to him.’ Hansel walked into the house, which looked quite like a gingerbread house (no fooling).

‘Gretel?’ he called out. ‘Where are ya big guy?’ He made his way to the bathroom, knocking once and then opening the door. ‘Gretel?’

And there was Gretel, in a small tub, covered in bubbles, with water all over the floor.

‘Gretel…’ Hansel said with another groan. Gretel looked left and right, and then with one big finger pointed to the rubber ducky.

‘Ducky did it.’

‘Ducky did it? You mean the rubber ducky made you get into the tub?’

‘… Yes.’ Gretel said with a nod.

‘Now Gretel, what did Grannie say about lying?’

‘That lying is bad and if I do it too many times, a humming bird will fly into my mouth and take it… and then I won’t be able to eat anymore candy.’

‘That’s right. Now get out of the tub and help me clean up. We have to pack for SCW soon.’

‘YIPPIE! WE GOING TO BE CHAMPIONS!’ Gretel said with a squeal.

‘Well maybe some day soon. But right now, we have to fight two guys. You remember their names?’

‘P-U and Vindetta’ Gretel said with a nod.

‘Yeah, close enough. Now come on let’s get this cleaned up before Grannie grounds you.’

‘Too late…’ came the familiar voice from behind Hansel’s back. Gretel only had one thing to say to that.

‘Uh…oh…’

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Salutations SCW, an enormous pleasure to meet you. Do allow me to introduce ourselves. I am the handsome hero himself, Hansel, and this tall tank is my brother Gretel.

Hello.

On Ammo, the world is going to see the debut of a brand new tag team unlike any in SCW history. It is truly the perfect mixture of beauty and grace… and raw animal power… like something out of a fairy tale.

I get to be the beast! ROOOOOOAR!

Yes you do, brother. But let’s dispense with the games, and look at this match. Our opponents are Mr. Pugh - -

Ha ha… sounds like Pee Ew!

Indeed it does. And his partner Vyn Detta. Well Mr. Detta, it seems as thought you would much rather keep yourself quiet against us. I hope that our unusual ways have not frightened you. It would be rather unfair to have Mr Pugh have to face us all alone. Come now… just a word or two would be most engaging! I am interested what a man with the name like ‘Vyn Detta’ has to say about certain things.

Well despite what Mr. Pugh believes himself to be, I am afraid that lately, the evidence is all to clear about the kind of man he is. Perhaps you are right, Mr. Pugh. All your ‘peeps’ want to see you win the SCW Tag Team Titles. Yes I am sure they do. So right now I ask… would all the Peeps of Pugh please stand up. Please by all means. Don’t be shy.

What? No one is standing up? See, it does not really mean anything when you don’t HAVE any peeps to speak for, Pugh. Now as you yourself says, no one knows of the Brothers Grimm. That is true enough, but then again, how could you? We are just starting here. You’ve been here for what? A year now? And everyone in the locker room (the ladies included by the way) are comparing you with a certain… what was that person’s name…

Charlie Brown

No no, that’s that other guy. Knight something.

Oh…

Lawler! That was the name! Yes they are comparing you to Chris Lawler. Not sure what that means exactly but seeing as how your win loss record is not really that impressive, I think that is a really bad thing. Course I could be wrong. Either way, you will soon discover that we are no circus, my boy. I have come to SCW to give it the touch of class that it deserves, and my brother here… well why are you here, Gretel?

PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

What he said. See, UnEasy, the two of you may have bested a team called the Fuck ups and - -
YOU SAID A BAD WORD!
Argh… you’re right. I did. Where’s the swear jar?
Right here. You owe a quarter.
There you go. It WAS their name, though.
Sorry. Rules are rules.
Well anyway, you beat a team who prides themselves on being… that word. So I don’t see why that is an accomplishment. Really I do not. But, then again, I’m new to this whole thing here in SCW, but from what I have seen, it needs a certain change in its tag division.

I have a bomby…

Yes you do. He’s quite different than anything there is in the tag division.

He’s my pet… Hansel gave him to me for my birthday.

The tag division is a myriad of things. Why we have clowns, and dropouts, gods, and devils, we have diamonds and emeralds, rubies and rings…

THESE ARE A FEW OF OUR FAVORITE THINGS! WHEN THE DOG BITES WHEN THE BEES SING! WHEN I’M FEELING SAD!

Yes it is a fairytale you are in for when you come to the ring against us, Alliance, but rest assured that there is no happy ending for the likes of you. We don’t react well when someone insults the Brothers Grimm. We don’t like that at all. Gretel especially doesn’t like being called names. I daresay that you would be best to avoid tangling with him. Just… look at him.

AND THEN I DON’T FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL SO BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD
Horrifying, isn’t he? Why he could rip you small boys apart without breaking a sweat. And he’s my brother. He’s looking out for me, watching my back. So when I tag him in… You should do what a lot of people have learned to do.

Run. Run like the little rabbits that you are.

Hansel… are you almost done? I have to go to the bathroom.

You just went like ten minutes ago.

Yeah, but then I had a large Mr. Pib.

Oye. Well I better wrap this up. Nature calls and the like. So, uh… yadda yadda, you’re full of hot air. Yadda yadda yadda, we’re going to beat you and progress up the rankings towards the SCW tag team titles. Yadda yadda… and that sort of thing. Alright that just about covers it. See you on Ammo, and uh… well… you know what, I got nothing. Just like Detta. Ciao boys.

BATHROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Sheesh why do you have to go so badly at the most important times. What do you expect to do in there anyway?

Bomb….
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