(Gabriel): When the hell are we going to this goddamn title shot?
He swiftly diverts his attention from the road to throw a quick glance in Michael's direction, but the latter doesn't look back, merely continuing to stare out of the rain-sprayed window.
(Gabriel): I mean we beat DNA fair and square and the next week suddenly they get a shot at the belts; we beat the Sons of Anarchy and still we have to wait around!
Michael remains silent, merely nodding along with what Gabriel is saying. Gabriel manages another quick glimpse over at his brother before focusing on the road again.
(Gabriel): Are you even bothered at all, Michael?
Finally Michael speaks up.
(Michael): Of course I am and you'd be foolhardy to think otherwise, Gabriel. Look, we have a guaranteed shot at the tag team championships. We are the number one contenders and no one can take that moniker away from us. No matter who the champions may be Gabriel, at one point or the next, we are entitled to a shot at the tag team titles and statistically we are still the number one ranked team in the HWA.
Gabriel sighs, conceding the point without actually making it clear verbally. Out of Gabriel's line of sight, Michael subtly smiles.
(Michael): Anyway, the tag titles will come in time, but those belts are not what are next in line for us, brother; Havoc brings in a very unique experience for us after all.
Michael takes up a more vertical seated position from his previously slouched and bored demeanour.
(Michael): We haven't participated in a Battle Royale, in what?
The cogs in Michael's head turn as he narrows his eyes in an attempt at remembering.
(Michael): Three years? So we're going to have be very vigilant and watch each other's backs as often as we can.
Gabriel nods affirmatively, stare still fixated on the road in front of him, trying not be mesmerised by the window wipers' constant back-and-forth motion.
(Gabriel): Good chance for us to get Shakir and Evers in the ring; get a gauge of how they match up to us in the ring.
(Michael): That too, however we cannot write off Logan or Talon either. Both men have tremendous singles records. Both are former champions after all, that being said however, they are venturing into unchartered waters in teaming together and might favor us. Nevertheless, they pose a very real threat to us. If this match doesn't go in our favor then questions marks will be raised about our ability to cope with match-ups out of our comfort zone. TNT will most definitely take solace from it, aswell as the other teams in the division.
(Gabriel): David Willyard will be watching aswell remember. He was the man that personally hired us in the first place.
(Michael): Another good point, Gabriel; there’s no doubt Mr Willyard will be watching. We still have to go in with the same mind set however. The calibre of a champion is defined by their flexibility, by their ability to cope with unusual circumstances and this is our chance to show that we can come out on top in any situation and any match-type.
(Gabriel): Heads-up, Michael, reporters outside the hotel room.
Gabriel turns the car into a free parking space as they reach their hotel in Montreal. A tired sigh secretes from Michael’s mouth and this time Gabriel smiles, albeit an ironic one. The engine of the SUV cuts out as the two brothers grab their respective bags from the backseats and exit the vehicle. The oncoming rush of journalists rampages towards them, their voices a rabble of indecipherable noise as the scene concludes and fades out.
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