(Michael): So, Draconis is labouring under the misapprehension that beating up an entourage of bikers and backyard lowlifes is supposed to strike fear into our hearts going into our Gauntlet Match at Havoc for the tag team titles?
(Gabriel): Wouldn't surprise me if he paid a bunch of them to stage it to make him out to be this all-conquering badass.
He scoffs as he uses the back of his right hand to mop some sweat from his brow.
(Gabriel): I think getting that miraculous win over us at Road to Ruin has gone to his head. You'd think being humbled as he was in his only possible shot at the World Championship against Hans that he'd have come back down to earth a little.
Michael lets a subtle laugh escape from his nostrils, as he increases in the incline on his treadmill. When he speaks, the breaths he has to take become more frequent.
(Michael): You'd think…have you ever actually listened to what they say…..like really listened?
(Gabriel): I try not to.
(Michael): The man literally does not make any sense, like he's deliberately trying to come across as a moron.
Michael goes on to quote a statement made by Draconis from his last promo.
(Michael): "Because if you want to be like DNA, or the Archangels then this fight will be one sided just like it was at Road to Ruin they showed and SOA beat them without cheating of anything because Archangels you were a warm up and at Havoc you and DNA will be laying in the middle of the ring as we walk out with gold around are waist.”
Gabriel can't help but involuntary laugh, so much that he has to step off his treadmill to regain his composure.
(Gabriel): Damn it, you made me lose my timing!
Michael laughs again as he steadily decreases the incline on his own treadmill until he comes to a walking pace and finally steps off aswell.
(Michael): It's about time we took a break anyway. But yeah, what Draconis said there was like three or four different sentences just jumbled together randomly.
(Gabriel): Still playing the "we didn't cheat" card aswell. And having someone on the outside making sure the aces stay in your hand isn't an unfair advantage I guess either.
(Michael): Of course not, after all, we're the jokes of the tag division. We've done absolutely nothing of any significance since coming to the HWA, isn't that right?
(Gabriel): Hit the nail firmly on the head there, brother!
The two brothers laugh off their sarcastic back-and-forth before adopting more serious tones shortly afterwards.
(Gabriel): Did he do not something like that not too long ago?
A temporarily confused expression scoots across Michael's face as he takes in an influx of water from a plastic bottle.
(Michael): Who?
(Gabriel): Draconis. I seem to recall he and his buddies going into a bar sometime before and doing all their wrestling moves on the locals to try and prove some kind of point before one of their matches? I mean seriously, what kind of jackass goes into a bar full of bikers and does wrestling moves on people?
(Michael): I'm assuming that's a rhetorical question.
(Gabriel): Oh I don't know, Michael, you know how easily people's words can be misconstrued around here.
(Michael): Now how could they possibly misconstrue what we've said? They're complete imbeciles who have the collective IQ of a grapefruit with a grasp of the English akin to that of a kindergartner.
(Gabriel): And they're assholes; let's not forget that. Big, stupid, pathetic, ignorant, assholes. You think they'll misconstrue that? Too subtle?
(Michael): Brother, I wouldn't put it past them even knowing how to spell the word, let alone understand it.
(Gabriel): And all that malarkey about "It's not about racial pride; it's all about Southern pride!"
Gabriel scoffs again, dismissing with a wave of his hand.
(Gabriel): They know nothing about pride or respect. They think beating up a bar full of bikers and mouthing off about delusions of grandeur is enough to merit other people's respect. Sorry Draconis, the only thing that those sorts of actions you dished out earlier merits is a very large serving of humble pie served with a side order of reality-check. At Havoc, no matter who emerges from this gauntlet match victorious, you can rest assured that you'll be singing a different tune after Michael and I are through taking your tag team wrestling one-oh-one.
(Michael): I think Draconis et al have taken up quite enough of our time for one afternoon, wouldn't you say so brother.
(Gabriel): Are you kidding? They don't deserve five minutes of our time; we were generous there.
(Michael): I'm hard pressed to find any flaws in that logic brother. Anyway, let's go get back on the running machines for another hour or so; work up a bit of an appetite for dinner.
(Gabriel): Amen.
The scene slowly fades out as the two brothers restart their exercise routine in preparation for Havoc.
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