MJ, "So the round robin keeps on rollin..."
He looks over and lets out a little scoff.
MJ, "...yeah, thats right. This week we got stacked to face the ArchAngels... Michael and Gabriel. When I first saw them, I said to myself, 'damn... white boys good'... then it turned out they're just another flash in the pan? I was pretty pissed because I thought they were a team I could learn from... turns out they're just like everyone else I ever thought that about. Phony, selfish, and uncommitted..."
Malik grows angrier as he compares the angel's to his father.
MJ, "...so yall just up and leave. Don't say nothin at all. Stay quiet and sit back while me and Kaleb show you and the suits like Jack Bookman just who the best tag team in HWA really is."
He pauses as he nods knowingly while continuing to speak.
MJ, "You see Me and Kay... we like brothers now. I'd die for my family, a family I never had til Kay and Dexter showed up. I thought Ed was gonna be one of those family, but na he just up and left too... He got so wrapped up in making a name with the NWO that he forgets all about me. Yeah, but I'm used to that... you see I am gonna take out this pent up aggression on the Angels at Havoc. I didn't get a match at Declarations, so I got plenty of fire built up. So Gabe, Michael, you better show up and be ready because HATE is gonna steam roll you if you boys keep slackin off... ya dig?"
From off to the left of the screen, Kaleb Cross steps into the shot. he adjusts his hair momentarily and smirks as he looks into the lens.
Kaleb, "Arch Angels... You've been given shot after shot at the tag team titles, and then when you win them, you get hit by a car and that stops you from defending... I understand all of that, but then you get right back into the swing of things and want the titles back. You see, a few friends of mine had things like that happen to them, and do you know what happened to them? They were tossed on the scrap heap. People like me, people like Malik, people like my friends in Southern California Wrestling and other indy promotions in this country are constantly dumped on while guys like you are given countless 'get out of jail free' cards just because you're chummy with the bookers, and thats what really pisses me off. I used to think you guys were legit, the real deal... a breath of fresh air for the HWA... and now I see that you are just the same old stale product the HWA has been dragged down by for years and years now. MJ and I... we are here to bring the HWA back to glory... back to the golden age, and we really thought you two were going to be there helping us as well, but you have proven to be nothing more than a big anchor strapped to the ankle of the company as it fights to stay above water... You are a joke. Both of you... you drive around and talk to each other as if you're really angels, you use your big words and your witty banter but in the end, when it comes down to it, you're just running around in circles looking for a way to get out of the fray. You guys make me SICK."
Kaleb spits in disgust as he looks at MJ. Malik seems to still have something on his mind as Kaleb steps back, giving him the floor.
MJ, "You see. We don't get the TV slotted times, we've had to hack and jack into the system repeatedly, we've had ONE official promo, but you guys... you guys have a crew to watch you and film, but what are you doing with it? ....yeah thats what I thought, jack sh*t. We are in HWA because we want to be, because we have to make the money to feed ourselves... because we are fighters.... what are you guys? A couple of pansy fly boys that got a few tag titles under your belt?...."
Malik and Kaleb both look at the camera as the scene fades.
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