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AGGRESSION 58: Masked Violators vs. The Colossal Connection

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Introducing the Masked Violators, Pt.II

"What can be said? The most dominant and decorated tag team in the history of the independent wrestling circuit. Two of the most celebrated athletes to ever set boot to ring canvas. The most colorful personalities and sought after celebrities known to the industry, they are the Masked Violators.

"More experienced than your everyday journeyman-tandem. Road hardened and wise, they are the unquestioned, unspoken leaders of every lockerroom they've occupied. One boasts an unmatched knowledge of technical wrestling, a grace and conviction in the ring that few possess. The Second is possibly the most dangerous wrestler on the planet, with deceptive strength and cunning, devious, and impactful speed.

"Together, they are nigh unstoppable - a seamless machine designed purely for excellence through dominance. They are, quite possibly, the Most Perfect Tag Team Ever."


In the next room, a toilet loudly flushed.

MV#2: Yer kiddin' me, right?

Stepping from the aromatic restroom and into the cramped main living section of this dilapidated motel room, Masked Violator #2 frowned a confused frown.

MV#2: "Most Perfect Tag Team Ever"? Who SAYS that?

Wearing his grimy, ever present old school Mexican wrestling style mask (Blue trimmed with Red) with its bottom pulled up above his mouth, Number Two sported only a towel around his waist.

MV#2: Dontcha think yer laying it on a little thick, el Uno?

Seated on the edge of the hotel rooms bed, Masked Violator #1 was unphased, eyes still transfixed on the paper in his hand. Wearing a bright red polo shirt, slacks, and dress-casual PayLess shoes (and, yes, the mask - but does that still need to be pointed out?), he measured Number Two's words thoughtfully.

MV#1: Not at all! Empire Pro wants to debut our first hype package at Aggression 58 and have been gracious enough to offer us an opportunity to provide input. This is a golden opportunity, old chum! I think I have hit all the right notes! And I haven't even arrived at the big finish, yet!

MV#2: Spare me, numb nuts. I wanna send a different message with this promo.

MV#1: I can't fathom what you might be suggesting...

Number Two takes a moment to square his thoughts, folding his arms across his chest.

MV#2: I pictured no talk. Hard music, pulsing lights. Some blood. Cut in some shots of us in action. Ya know... gutting fools in the ring. S'more blood...

Rubbing his temples, Number One silently wonders how much of this he may be forced to listen to.

MV#2: Maybe cut in a picture of a dead body. More action shots of me. Some dead birds. Me pounding a beer. You ironing your pants. Back to some more blood. Cut out to black.

Two runs it back through his head again, smiling to himself. Masked Violator #1 seems eager to move on.

MV#1: Enough of that, let's compare notes on our opponents at the next Aggression.

Masked Violator #2 sat down on the stained arm chair with a thump, loudly opening a can of peaches. He shrugged, almost irritated.

MV#2: I don't take notes, man. Notes are for nerds.

Number Two crudely slurps down the can of peaches much to Number One's dismay. One brushes it off and puts on his reading glasses, turning his attention once more to the piece of paper in hand.

MV#1: Well, then... The Colossal Connection. Ivan Dalkichev and Olvir Arsvinnar--

Number Two suddenly performed a stunning spit-take with the peaches, spraying the entire hotel room in a sweet layer of syrup, most notably covering his tag partner and friend.

MV#2: WAIT! Olvir Arsvinnar? The PORN star?

Masked Violator #1 was at once horrified and alarmed. His eyes darted back to the page, scanning it furiously.

MV#1: Heavens, no! I don't THINK--

MV#2: That dude has the best holdout technique in the business! He just about invented the Viking Porn subgenre!

Number One's eyes go wide when they happen upon the information his partner referenced.

MV#1: Oh, goodness...

MV#2: It's the same guy? No s__t.

MV#1: It appears that he isn't much of an in-ring competitor... He seems to be more of... an attraction. How... different.

In mid-peach-slurp, Number Two belched out another question. Peach syrup coated his scraggly beard.

MV#2: And his tag partner? Igor Who?

MV#1: Ivan. And Dalkichev. This one is a FAILED porn star, by all appearances. Some sort of zen-fueled hallucinogen abuser.

Tossing the empty can over his shoulder, Two leaned back in the chair scratching at his hairy belly, exposing far too much while still wearing only a towel.

MV#2: I could party with these guys.

Masked Violator #1 sprang to his feet, grabbed #2's clothes laid out on the bed, and threw them at his partner, aggitated.

MV#1: Not an option, Two. This is a critical match in our EPW run! A critical match against an established EPW tag team! This isn't some hodge podge pairing or a duo of Indy-lifers... This is the largest tag team in EPW history. Dalkichev is a multi-time former Tag Champion... Olvir proclaims himself to be the hardest hitting athlete in the world!

MV#2: And he has the blu-ray footage to back that up. ...you can borrow it...

MV#1: I have no interest in borrowing it, Two! At Aggression 57, you and I laid down the gauntlet! We challenged EVERYONE, my friend! We came out victorious and impressed the promotion... we would have left a TRULY remarkable impression had we NOT come to blows at the very end, but I digress...

MV#2: You usually do...

MV#1: ...if we can come together, united and unified for ONE match, ONE night...

Masked Violator #2 makes no attempt to mask the rolling of his eyes.

MV#1: ...ONE team, we can cement our place on this tag roster! Potentially lining us up for an EPW Tag Title shot down the road! That being said, we have a mammoth task at hand! These two are NOT push overs. On the contrary, they may pose the greatest competitive threat we have faced thus far! I have called upon the EPW Front Office to provide us with a selection of matches from their vast library. Until then, my portly partner, read up!

Just as he had thrown his clothes at Number Two, he now tossed the paper toward him. It fluttered onto the floor before Two angrily reached down and snatched it up. With little interest, he gave the notes a scan for himself.

MV#2: Arsvinnar's nickname is "The Viking Violator"... Ha... when we're done with him, that's what they're gonna call US! I may respect the man as a cocksman... but once we get in that ring, he's just another moving target. Six foot ten. Three hundred and twenty pounds. Slow as a one-legged sloth and half as f___ing bright. Says here that if you put a pair of jugs in front of him, he loses all focus... I've got a few wh__es on retainer in the greater Miami area. Could make a call.

To this, it is clear, Number One is vehemently opposed.

MV#1: Absolutely not.

Number One instinctively applies a liberal amount of Purrell on his hands without consciously knowing it.

MV#2: I'm just saying... how bad do ya wanna beat these clowns?

Now One levelled his index finger at his friend in a warning that it was clear Two would never heed.

MV#1: We will defeat them fair AND square, old friend. No parlour tricks. No smoke, no mirrors. We will beat them as a TEAM! The timing of this contest couldn't be better, what with it occuring the SAME event where we debut our ambitious promotional video! Speaking of which, flip that page over... check out my "big finish"!

With a sigh and an under-the-towel junk-adjustment, Masked Violator #2 cleared his gravelly throat and began to awkwardly read...

MV#2: "...and now they have arrived in Empire Pro Wrestling on a mission driven by destiny to stand atop the mountain of tag team excellence that this promotion has built. Two men unified through their anonymity, directed by their desire to be the very best, united in their quest to dethrone the establishment and remake the wrestling industry in their very own image. Forever under masks. Forever above the rest. Forever in the thick of the fight. They are Number One and Number Two. They are the Masked Violators."

Number Two just looks at One blankly, numb.

MV#1: Just a bit left!

MV#2: "...and they are Capable."

Masked Violator #1 puffs out his chest, proud of himself.

MV#2: "Capable"? That's your "big finish"? After all of that?

MV#1: Well, to be fair, I HAD run out of adjectives...

Disgusted, MV#2 gets to his feet, clutching his clothes under one arm and throwing the crumpled piece of paper back to his partner.

MV#2: Sometimes... you're a f__king idiot.

Two marched back to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him with some fanfare, leaving Number One alone to ponder his partners conclusion.

MV#1: ...we *ARE* capable...

Fade out.
 

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