FADE IN: in the Drunken Fish, one of St. Louis' notable fine dining selections. The Japanese restuarant seems to have a minimalist decor. On one side, a low table with cushioned chairs on two sides, and cushioned bench seating on the wall side of it. Beyond that, a modest bar with cushioned stool seats, and table seating on the opposite side. White candles on each table set the tone and give a simple ambience to the place, and at one table, we find Larry Tact seated in front of a plate with his sushi selections for the evening. He balances his chopsticks on one side of the half-eaten plate of delicacies, and looks on with a small smirk.
LARRY TACT: "I wasn't sure what to expect of St. Louis when I arrived. It's been some time since I came here, due to the bad taste left by their baseball franchise's dispatching of my team in the NLCS, circa 2006. Since then, I've felt no reason to travel here for leisure. But... this time, there's something calling me here."
"The city is nice enough, though, with the local restaurants having their charm. I find a little mroe forgiveness for this city, now that I'm actually here and enjoying myself. But we'll see how things end up."
"That's because, pretty soon, St. Louis will either prove to be a place where I'm able to reclaim some of what I've lost, recently... or it's going to be a place where I lose even more. Jared Wells and I.... we've got business to take care of."
"And Jungle Storm... you guys aren't even my biggest concern about our match."
He takes up a small bottle of sake, and fills the near-flat serving cup used for such. He downs it quickly and sets the cup back down.
"See, over the past couple weeks, I don't think it's been too much of a stretch to say Anthology has the upper hand on you. You may have a little pride... some motivation.... and fleeting hope that you can score a quick victory over us at Russian Roulette. You might, if you're dumb enough to buy into all the nonsensical gibberish you like to try amusing the mass of lowest common denominator fans wrestling sadly, but inevitably attracts. Those are your base, though, and they're why you're even getting this match. You were chosen to entertain... be a bonus for the fans to see at this show...."
"While Wells and I? Anthology? We're the constant. We're the ones who deliver the big performance. In short... we're going to claim the prize, once we've let you have your little showcase of amusement for the beer-stained zombies, and little twerps in the stands."
He pours another shot of the sake and downs it.
"But I give you credit, you managed to amuse Troy enough to put you in this match. She felt you served as good enough sandbags for us, as we beat the hell out of you in back, and left you lying and wondering why your parlor trick styles didn't work on us. She managed to turn our own dominance against us, by acting like WE were somehow doing something wrong. Apparently, you can't just show you're far and away better than a team, anymore. You have to make a production out of it."
"And that's where you two excel. You provide the sideshow act until we get bored... then we beat you and walk out of the ring with the EPW World Tag Championship, still Anthology's to craft and shape."
He chuckles.
"It's a little sad, though, this match. Like Jared already said, Troy's so aware of how down the division is... she's going to be sending in her own recruited cavalry to try and make you look better. Sure, she'll play it off however she wants... given her position, she can kind of do that. But don't think Jared and I believe it for a second. We know exactly what's going on, and that's all the motivation we need to get through Big Dog and Dan Ryan, so we can dispatch the sideshow and stuff it in Troy's face."
"This division isn't up to the Gold Standard of Anthology, so we aren't letting the titles go anywhere."
Another refill.... and he observes the cup for a moment, then nods slightly.
"It takes time to create something respectable. Sake takes time to develop into each desired level of dryness or sweetness. It takes time to find what suits you, what is a match... but when you do...."
He downs it, sets the cup back on the table.
"It's a great thing, finding what you can enjoy."
"EPWs tag division is still undeveloped. We're having to face big names of this place's past, and 'legends' of other promotions in order to get a challenge from one of the teams who is actually active here. But... it's part of the process. Anthology is going to take the tag division and own it... and other teams will come to try and topple this giant. Teams who are here should develop, and eventually we'll see the division begin to turn itself around. Anthology will mold this division up to the Gold Standard, and hold itself with arms wide open, to take hits until we're moved an inch from our spot on the top of the mountain. And then... maybe we'll find someone who won't need Big Dog and Dan Ryan to 'soften' us up, first."
"But as of right now, that moment has not yet arrived. I've been off my game of late, which I won't get into right now... but when Wells and I are in that ring, as a unit, we know how to handle our business. We know that the b****hes and the booze can wait 'til we're done, because setting the standard is what's more important. It's our mission, our goal... all part of the legacy Anthology is carving for itself."
"Jungle Storm, you come and show us we're not dealing with a sideshow. I'd welcome the challenge. But don't expect we're going to stand around and let you pull your tricks without a price. Because there's always a price to pay when you deal with Anthology... and that ring? It's where we collect our payment."
"So, as for your chances? You've got one bullet in the chamber.... and five empty sideshow tricks to avoid. You think you can set those five blanks aside and find what it takes to fire off the shot that will topple Anthology? Your welcome to try..."
"Just don't expect your odds to keep you from leaving empty handed. Instead, prepare to be humbled, by the Gold Standard of EPW."
"That being, of course.... the Anthology."
FADE OUT.