(Gabriel): Well, Michael, it appears that…
He uses the ropes for leverage and springboards himself at his brother, extending his arm out for a lariat but Michael is equal to it, and commando rolls out of the way.
(Gabriel): …. We have ourselves a number one contenders match….
As soon as Michael is back to his feet, he sweeps Gabriel off his feet and quickly attempts to initiate a knee-bar submission. Gabriel grimaces as he feels the pressure of his patella being pulled at an unnatural angle.
(Gabriel): …for the HWA Tag Team Championships…Damnit…when did you get so damn good at leg submissions?
Gabriel squirms and contorts his leg as much as he can in order to alleviate some of the pressure and eventually he is able to use his superior leg strength to shove Michael off of him. However Michael quickly uses his expert ring awareness to shoot around behind Gabriel and locks him in a rear-naked chokehold. Gabriel struggles for a moment before admitting defeat and taps his brother's arm several times and Michael immediately let's go.
(Michael): About the same time I got so damn good choke submissions.
Gabriel half-smiles as he climbs back to his feet, coughing slightly as the flow of blood from his heart is able to flow freely back to his brain.
(Gabriel): Ouch…if you lock that in on Anton or Davis at Fatality, we’ve got this one sewn up.
Michael laughs lightly, patting Gabriel reassuringly on the back.
(Michael): We'll take five big guy, we've been training non-stop for three hours straight anyway.
Gabriel stoops down and picks up a water bottle from underneath one of the bottom turnbuckles aswell as a hand towel which he uses to mop his face of the sweat accumulating on his brow and cheeks. He tosses the towel around his broad shoulders before taking a drink from the nozzle of the water bottle and tosses it to his older brother.
(Michael): Mmm…
Michael murmurs through a mouthful of water. He swallows the contents before speaking again.
(Michael): Did you happen to notice that the Sons of Anarchy took quite an exception to their defeat last week. Well, when I say the Sons of Anarchy, I mean Fallen, who seems to be the only one of them who ever actually speaks. A saving grace really, because if that…Draconis? Is that his name? If he talks the same nonsense as his tag team partner, we're better off hardly hearing from him.
Gabriel smirks as he leans nonchalantly against the ropes of the rusted wrestling ring.
(Gabriel): What exactly was he annoyed about? Some pathetic excuse about catching them on an off day or something?
Another knowing smile crosses Michael's angelic face, giving Gabriel the answer he needs without even speaking.
(Gabriel): I knew it. Anyway, it isn't them we should be concentrating on.
Michael concurs with an affirming nod.
(Michael): Absolutely. Anton and Davis require our undivided attention; even though this is only our second match in HWA, it's most certainly one of our biggest in our careers.
(Gabriel): True, very true, but let's not give them too much credit; we're not exactly facing the Hart Foundation.
(Michael): Also very true, that not withstanding, we have to be prepared for anything they throw at us. Both are apparently quite technically sound and both are quite bulky considering their size; neither man is over six foot-three, so if they're carrying two hundred-and-fifty-plus pounds in body weight, they must be quite agile.
(Gabriel): Michael, pardon me but don't you think you're being a little too analytical? We're better in all areas than DNA and I'm not just being overconfident. We're faster, stronger, tighter, and smarter; there are no more hyperboles that can possibly describe us.
Michael arches one of his eyebrows.
(Michael): Feet on the ground, big brother. No harm in being confident but we have to keep our feet on the ground. If we go into this match overlooking our opponent’s we’ll only end up clutching the bottom rung of the ladder.
Gabriel scoffs at his brother’s notion and shakes his head.
(Gabriel): And it’s all good being cautious but if we go into this match undervaluing ourselves we’ll end up on our backs staring at the arena lights wondering what the hell happened.
A couple of seconds of silence go by before Michael inclines his head slightly, conceding his brother’s point.
(Michael): Fair point; fair point.
(Gabriel): One more match, Michael, one more match and we’ll be in touching distance of the HWA Tag Team Championships. No one wants those titles more than us! No one!
(Michael): You’re right, Gabriel, no one wants them more than us, but we can only beat who is front of us, and that happens to be DNA.
Gabriel scoffs again after taking another gulp of water from his bottle.
(Gabriel): Come of it, Michael, they’re not interested in cementing a legacy or getting into the Hall of Fame. All they want is one last hurrah to prove that they’re not a couple of cartoon characters who hang on that Eddie guy’s every word. Winning those titles for them is probably scratching another notch onto a bed post. They don’t know what it means to be a proper champion, what that represents.
(Michael): Well, let them think like that. Who are we to say that they can’t have one last hurrah before retirement? And who cares what they’re ideals and points of view regarding the ethics of being a champion? All that matters is we beat them and show the world that we’re one of the best tag teams in this business and that we deserve a shot at the tag team titles.
Gabriel looks like all the points he's just made have been rendered moot and Michael laughs through his nose.
(Michael): They want one last shot at glory before they hang up their boots. You telling me that when that times for us, you wouldn’t want to do the same?
Gabriel nods his head slightly.
(Gabriel): Yeah, I guess…
(Michael): Anyway, like you said, we’re going to trounce them.
The two brothers grin at each other before slapping hands.
(Michael): Enough chit-chat, let’s work on some more submissions, then some Greco-Roman throws before we hit the showers and head for something to eat, and then head to the Garden to check it out, sound good?
(Gabriel): Sounds like a plan to me, brother.
The two start to tussle once more, the scene concluding and fading out.
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