Tag Team Unification

[Dave Masters]

Shades of Sin vs. White Tiger and a partner of his choice.

Deadline: 4/25/05 6 PM EST, 11 PM UK

Only they may rp here.

[Vegito]

What more can be said with the tag team match coming up at the PPV Armistice. 2 teams will do battle but only 1 team shall be victorious. Worlds will indeed collide without question. Talk is amongst everyone of the importance of the match. Unification is the only route and a positive on at that due to now finding out who is indeed the best tag team in all of ExWA. Not just one show, but also everything. Vegito currently now holds one half of the ExWA World Tag Team Titles and now has his partner Chronic, as they are tag champs once again and the 1st time since JWA that they were champions. History is seen between them as a team as they are the Shades of Sin. Can they beat a tough tag team in the Xtreme Zone Universal Tag Team Champions? Only time shall tell in this ultimate encounter. One thing is certain; it shall be a match of the night.

The scene opens up staring down at such a major training room. It is caught up with technology and different systems. A training facility with the weights automatic and digital that by the press of a button the weight changes in value. There is also a room there that fills with water. A pure substance that is for those that recharge and refill lost strength physically and mentally. Very few have ever said they have been in this room before and for that matter be able to sustain its power. The ExWA World Tag Team Champion Vegito is there in this building. He pushes a button to open the door. He looks at everything at all the equipment and also clenches his fists together. His neck is moved ever so slightly to remove stiffness. There is an upcoming match at Armistice as it shall be known as a night of make or break mode. Though him and Chronic are Action Zone's Main Tag Team Champions, a question has been asked on which team is the best overall. At Armistice, the night of unification shall be apparent as now there will be a match to determine the Undisputed Tag Team Champions of the ExWA. In order to do so, the Shades of Sin must perform operation eliminate Nature. They are current reigning and defending Universal Tag Team Champions.

Vegito took his tag team title and sets it down on a bench near the bench-pressing equipment and begins to look up at the ceiling. Now his eyes begin focused and locked on to that chamber right there. Thoughts run through his mind just like the speed of sound.

Vegito (thinking): So now this is it. Armistice coming up and now I have to worry about not just retaining the World Tag Team Titles but now to gain the Universal Tag Team Titles, belts I should have held at the beginning but nevertheless, to become Undisputed No Questions asked Tag Team Champions. For that to happen, Nature must fall victim and understand that unlike them I got nothing to lose at all. However, what shall happen will not be like lightning striking twice and not the performance against The Invincible that I had. I admit that, but at the same time will say that there will be a rematch and this time TI, you can bet that it’ll be talked about much more when the time comes again.

Back to this bout, what would being Undisputed Tag Team Champions mean for me. What would it truly mean for not just me but for the Shades of Sin. It would mean that we are the most dominant tag team ever and the most powerful faction in all of ExWA. Look at JWA, when it was going down, who held the majority of gold there, the Shades of Sin. But this is more than about gold in my eyes, Nature, it’s more than gold. It’s about domination and that’s what it shall be for when it comes to the big unification bout.

Vegito now goes straight towards that chamber at the moment to gather not only thoughts but also to recharge and go back to his strengths. The chamber is empty and he opens that door and shuts it. A button is pushed inside there and the chamber slowly begins to fill up. Moments later, it is full and now Vegito has closed his eyes to begin his meditation. The atmosphere is like being underwater for a while but it’s a controlled situation where nothing can go wrong whatsoever. More thoughts go through his mind concerning the tag team match. One of his opponents is White Tiger aka The Tiger. He holds one of the Universal Tag Team Titles and has been holding them for quite some time.

Vegito (thinking): 1st order of business is none other than White Tiger. I have been seeing you as of late and it’s always the same story so close and yet so far. I would expect nothing less than stellar. If you show any less that shows me that you are not as strong or as good as before. Show me that intensity TT that you had in the Elimination Chamber. I’m calling you out on that. Let’s see it. Or do you simply want to be beaten yet again. You purposely let yourself get beat therefore weakening your chance. You may hold one of those tag team titles the Universal Tag Titles but that doesn’t mean anything I know. Fear is in your eyes. You have fear indeed White Tiger I can sense it. You want to prove that there’s no fear, actions shall speak louder than words. Just show it because look into my eyes, there is no fear at all. I hold one of the tag titles and when it’s all said and done, you will be the one who fails yet again.

I will be mighty and claim the other tag title that you hold and be an Undisputed Tag Team Champion. That is what it shall be and come Armistice, The Shades of Sin will make you look like you should have never showed up for the match at all period. There’s nothing you can do about that White Tiger except cry. I’ll see you then and be ready.

Vegito continues to meditate and yet more thoughts but this time his tag team partner.

Vegito (thinking): Ah yes Pohatu. You were on top of the world, tag champ and Golden Champ. But sadly, you threw away being at the top. Why do something like that? You’re good no question and that’s what I want. I want the Lightning but no it will not strike me down. Had to say it but now you like your partner hold something I want. Your Universal Tag Team Title, you know what I’ll do; I’ll go at all lengths to ensure a tag team title victory. When it comes to tag team gold, odds are that it won’t be lost so easily. You’ll have to literally knock me out of the picture for good. I know Chronic won’t allow it to happen. When it comes to Armistice, it will be show time and Nature will learn that the Shades of Sin don’t play around. Be prepared Pohatu and you as well White Tiger, show no fear and be ready to accept defeat.

2 hours later, the tank drains out after 100% process has been filled up and Vegito exits the chamber. He goes to grab his World Tag Team Title. He heads out of the room. He looks and sees his tag team partner Chronic as they head out to continue preparing for the upcoming unification tag team match. Can The Shades of Sin prove to be more dominating than their formidable opponents in Nature? Or shall Nature knock them out. Time shall tell as the scene fades into a cold dark light.

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ooc: Still not my best but better than my last performance where I didn't have an idea. No offense is meant as it is in all character.

['The Lightning' Pohatu]

The scene faded in on a desolate basement, the camera man slowly panning around. In one corner of the basement, weight lifting equipment as seen to be strewn around, a few Gatorade bottles laying beside the benches. As the camera continued to pan around, other things like discarded bowls of spaghetti and broken speed bags were seen, until finally the camera came upon a training ring. The apron had a pitch black background, lightning bolts being seen streaking across it, some of them the standard yellow while others were bright blue. As the camera slowly tilted upwards, the ropes were seen to have a similar style, except the lightning bolts seemed to wrap around the ropes in place of just streaking across them. The camera man zoomed in one of the corners, and it was seen that instead of the standard wrestling corner, this ring had the same type of corner like a boxing ring had, the letters ‘ExWA’ being seen written on it. As the camera zoomed out a bit, a wrestler was seen bouncing from one set of ropes to another, doing twists and flips as he hopped from each one, his black hair flying out behind him. The wrestler only had on a pair of bright silver pants, his dark black combat boots digging into each rope before bouncing off again. Finally the wrestler brought this to an end by jumping to the second turnbuckle of the farthest corner, jumping off of it and slamming his boots against the top turnbuckle, backflipping twice before landing on his feet in the middle of the ring, landing in a squatting position and breathing deeply. The wrestler’s head was tilted forward, his black hair hanging in front of his face to make it so the camera man couldn’t tell who it was. Slowly he stood up, tilting his head backwards so that his hair fell back behind his shoulders....showing it be none other then ‘The Lightning himself, Pohatu. He slowly walked over to the set of ropes nearest the camera man and leaned against them, placing his arms on the top rope and laying his head across them, looking directly into the camera lens.

Pohatu: I’m surprised you got here in time to see that, Lou. You usually take too long.

Pohatu grinned teasingly at his personal camera man before slowly leaning back, grabbing onto the top rope before launching himself over, landing directly in front of Lou, nearly knocking down the camera. Pohatu smiled apologetically then started to head the way that Lou had come from, opening up a door right beside the stair well. From it, he pulled out a pure white towel, which he draped across his shoulders. A few seconds later, a mini-fridge was seen being pulled out of it, the power cord straining for a second before shooting out of the closet, the plug landing right in Pohatu’s hand. The cruiserweight quickly wheeled the mini-fridge across the room, plugging it into an outlet right beside the training ring. He slowly opened up the fridge after he had made sure the plug was secure, pulling out a red Gatorade and closing the door to the mini-fridge. Pohatu moved and sat down on the apron of the ring, leaning against the ropes as he slowly opened the Gatorade, raising it up to his lips and taking a big gulp of it. After a few seconds of having the drink pressed to his lips he lowered it back down, re-sealing it and placing it on the apron beside him. Pohatu sat up a bit and looked over at the camera, which Lou had sat up so that it was only about a foor two away.

Pohatu: I usually don’t train this hard...but after what happened to my cousin, Makuta, I can’t risk letting something like that happen to me. Ever since Makuta got tombstoned from the top of that ladder, THROUGH A Pyramid of Hell, right into a grave filled with chairs...I’ve just been pushing myself to my absolute limits so that there is a less chance of that ever happening to me.

A light sigh escaped the lips of the cruiserweight as he leaned back against the ropes again, looking up at the ceiling, his eyes becoming slightly glazed over, making it obvous he was going into deep thought.

Pohatu: It seems like only yesterday that I debuted into professional wrestling, being the usual cocky little rookie. I jobbed almost non-stop in BTWF, until I finally said ‘enough is enough’, and tried attacking the newest up and comer who was going after BTWF’s World Heavyweight Championship....I ended up getting my butt handed to me on a silver platter. Him and me faced off at BTWF’s PayPerView, Tournament of Gods. He pinned me in the middle of the ring, 1-2-3. But, instead of just letting that slide and going to the back, he let all of the people who I had been trying to pick fights with...come out and absolutely demolish me. The Punisher, now known as Bryan Kutterman. Ravena, Worlock, Raymond Kage....It was the single most embarassing moment of my life. My friends, Dizturbed and The Heat tried coming out to help me, but Darson Grays caught them and gave them a Double Chokeslam to keep them from reaching the ring and helping me. After that, I was out professional wrestling for awhile, opting to instead help in booking for another federation. But I came back to the BTWF about three or four monthes later, ignoring the doctor’s orders and continuing my fight...but it showed to be futile.

Pohatu let out another sigh and hopped off the apron, leaving his Gatorade behind as he walked across the basement, bending down to start picking up things he had left laying all over the basement floor. As he reached one side of the basement, he slid back a panel with his foot, revealing it to be another room. Pohatu stepped inside and then leaned to the side, his shoulder brushing against something, lights turning on inside the room to reveal that it was just like a living room, except a kitchenet unit was at one end of the room. Pohatu walked across the room to the kitchenet, dumping the things he had picked up onto the counter, quickly rummaging through it and throwing away everything that was trash, shoving everything else into the sink. The cruiserweight then walked back across the room, plopping down on a couch that was behind a coffee table, a television a few feet away. Lou, having followed Pohatu through the room so far, now moved himself so that he was in front of the coffee table, pulling a tripod out of his camera bag and quickly setting it up, placing the camera on top of it and then recofusing it on Pohatu. Pohatu, having made himself comfortable, looked at Lou, smiling lightly.

Pohatu: You should know by now that you need to set up the tripod ahead of time, Lou. Anyway. After I had gone back to BTWF, I did what the usual wrestler does, though some friends of mine showed up and helped to raise me up to the top. Those friends...well, only one of them was a true friend, but they were both helping me at the time. As I was saying, those friends were known as The Heat and Apolo, the three of us forming the faction known as Gaia’s Most Wanted. That team didn’t last long, though, since Apolo decided to be his usual Numbskull self and turned on us during Heat’s ladder match. Just as it was looking like Heat was going to win, Apolo rushed the ring and knocked Heat down, then continued to help Heat’s opponent destroy Heat. I would’ve come to help even the odds...but I was still getting medical attention after Numbskull had walked out on me during our tag team title match. But what happened then doesn’t matter now. What matters now...is that I have a Tag team unification match coming up against none other then the Shades of Sin, Chronic and Vegito.

Pohatu flipped back the right armrest of the couch, revealing it to be a mini-storage compartment. He dug through it briefly, finally pulling out two remote controls. With one of them, he pressed a button and the VCR that was on top of the television came to life, the television following the VCR’s example a few seconds later. The entrance theme song of the Shades of Sin blared out of un-seen speakers as a recording of one of their matches played, showing Chronic and Vegito’s combined entrance. Pohatu let it play until the two reached the ring, where he proceeded to pause it, placing the two remotes on the coffee table, leaning forward to look into the camera better.

Pohatu: Now, I’ll admit, those two are quite the tag team. They defeated Randy Orton, now our resident jobber, and Ric Flair for ExtremeZone’s tag team titles back at JWA, and then they won ActionZone’s tag titles here at ExWA. But it wasn’t Chronic and Vegito who had won those titles. It had been The Corpse and Chronic, and then Corpse handed over his tag title to Vegito. So, in all reality, Vegito isn’t truely one half of the tag team champions at ExWA. What can the Shades of Sin hope to accomplish when they're facing a real tag team like Tiger and me?

Pohatu sighed and leaned back, seeming to think about what he was going to say next, also seeming to be relaxing. He let out another soft sigh and sat back up, again looking into the camera lens.

['The Lightning' Pohatu]

Pohatu: But Vegito, your not the only flaw in your tag team. Look at Chronic! He smokes pot, marijuana, or whatever it is you want to call it, and he says it makes him stronger. WRONG. That stuff destroys your lungs and makes it almost impossible to compete for extended lengthes of time. Chronic, I don’t know how it is you’ve lasted this long, but your time in the wrestling ring is slowly coming to a close...unless you stop smoking pot. Just take all of that stuff and throw it from your household, throw it out into the ocean or give it to doctors. If you stop smoking that stuff now, you could increase the length of your wrestling career by so much.

Pohatu stopped speaking and looked at the ground, slowly shaking his head, as if he had suddenly become depressed about something. He slowly stood up and reached behind the couch, pulling out his trademark silver jacket, which he quickly pulled on.

Pohatu: Head down to the arena, Lou. It’s time I talked to the fans face-to-face.

Lou nodded and quickly turned off the camera, the last thing being seen before the feed completely cut off was Pohatu heading up the stairs, having jumped the first five of them. A few seconds later, the feed refocused, showing the arena, completely filled in anticipation for ExWA’s upcoming PayPerView, Armistice. The camera slowly panned around until it came upon the announcers of X-TremeZone, Teddy Speaks and Irvine Fury.

Irvine Fury: Wow, this arena is almost to the point of being standing room only!

Teddy Speaks: That it is, Irvine, and I’m sure it’s going to be standing room only once Armistice...

Teddy let his voice trail off as he raised a hand up to his ear, seeming to be listening to something before a grin came across his face.

Teddy Speaks: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that Pohatu is on his way to the entrance ramp now!



Fred Elliot: And coming down to the ring at this time, weighing in at 215 pounds, one half of the Universal tag team championship...’THE LIGHTNING’ POHATU!

The infamous guitar solo opening of Thunderstruck was faintly heard over the speaker system, everybody’s head in the arena turning to the entrance stage. The lights slowly faded out as the rest of ACDC was heard with their moans, some people in the audience really getting into the music by moaning right along. As the lead singer was heard saying ‘Thunder’ for the first time, two bolts of lightning streaked down from the ceiling, striking at random points on the stage. As Thunder was repeated, more lightning bolts streaked from the ceiling, striking anywhere and everywhere on the entrance stage, the ramp, and around the ring itself. As the lead singer started in with the lyrics of the song itself, there was a huge blast of yellow pyros right at the entrance, a figure seen jumping out right in front of the main entrance and spinning around in the air a couple of times before landing, his legs spread out beneath him. When the burst of yellow pyros had gone off, the lights had come back on, revealing it to be none other then ‘The Lightning’ Pohatu standing at the entrance, his silver trench coat, just settling around him.

You’ve been...THUNDERSTRUCK!

More lightning bolts streaked down, nailing each of the available pyro tubes, which shot out a burst of red sparks before shooting off a burst of yellow, Pohatu beginning to dance his way down the ramp, getting the audience riled up as he cockily danced his way to the ring. At about midway down the ramp, he stopped, seeming to be thinking about something as a sly grin creeped onto his face. He glanced to either side of him, before dropping down to his knees, lightning bolts raining down from the ceiling and striking all along the entrance stage, sparks flying up from each lightning bolt. After a few seconds of this, Pohatu clapped his hands together and popped up to his feet, walking down the ramp now.

Yeaah....

Pohatu hopped up onto the apron, walking along it slowly as another guitar solo ripped across the speaker system, shaking his head from side to side, that grin of his still very prominent on his face. As he reached the south western turnbuckle, he hopped up so that he had his right foot on the second rope and left foot on the top rope, throwing his arms out to the crucifix positioning, a few flashes from cameras seen as he did so. Pohatu nodded and brought his right foot over so that it was resting on the other side of the turnbuckle, sliding his foot around so that he was facing out torwards the south western part of the audience. He winked out torwards them then backflipped off the corner, tucking his legs in so that he flipped twice before landing in a squatting position in the middle of the ring, his head tilted downwards. Just as the song started to fade out, Pohatu shot up to his feet, throwing his arms out to the crucifix positioning, huge bursts of yellow pyros exploding out of the corner posts, the fans letting out one last loud roar of approval.

The cruiserweight nodded and walked over to Fred Elliot, nodding as the announcer handed over the microphone, Fred sliding out of the ring a few seconds later. Pohatu stood in the center of the ring, watching the fans as they cheered, his trademark grin still very evident on his face. As the fans seemed to reach a pretty low roar, he raised the microphone up to his lips, beginning to speak.

Pohatu: Do you people feel it? Do you feel that energy that’s radiating off of you? It is that EXACT energy that will give Tiger and me the wins at Armistice. Chronic’s too busy smoking his butt off with Mary Jane to be able to properly wrestle somebody like me, and Vegito is too busy worshipping Satan and attempting to breath underwater to be able to train enough to wrestle Tiger and me at the upcoming tag team match.

The fans gave a bit of a mixed reaction to this, some of them jeering Pohatu since they liked the Shades of Sin, whilst others gave the cruiserweight in the ring cheers, showing that they liked Nature more then the Shades of Sin. The cruiserweight listened to the mixed reaction, slowly nodding his head to show that he was registerring it.

Pohatu: I know, I know, some of you have been brainwashed by Vegito’s demonic ways, and now you think he’s the greatest thing sinced the interior combustion engine. And I’m sure some of you have inhaled the second hand smoke from Chronic’s joints during his entrance, but you have to push those things aside and listen to reason.

Pohatu again listened to the mixed reaction of the fans, shaking his head as he a soft sigh escaped his lips. He let the fans yell out their thoughts for about half a minute before finally raising the microphone back up to his lips.

Pohatu: Well, I guess the saying is true. Actions speak louder then words. So, at Armistice, when Nature finally collides with the Shades of Sins, Tiger and me will open up the eyes of each and every fan when we unify the tag titles and remain the tag champions. Vegito, Chronic, you have been good in your time, but the fresh blood is here, and we’re taking over.

Pohatu seemed to think about this for a few seconds before a small grin came onto his face, the cruiserweight inching torwards the southern set of ropes a bit.

Pohatu: Vegito, Chronic, there’s only one thing I have left to say to you. And that is...

The fans stood up as Pohatu tilted his head back, keeping the microphone near his lips as he yelled.

THE LIGHTNING WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN!

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Pohatu threw his microphone back to the technicians as Thunderstruck exploded across the speaker system, the cruiserweight sliding out of the ring once the microphone had left his hands. Pohatu danced his way up the ramp as huge, yellow pyros exploded on either side of him, surprising the fans that had started to stick their hands out for high fives. At the top of the ramp Pohatu paused, seeming to be thinking about something before he spun around, throwing both of his hands above his head, causing an explosion of yellow sparks occured, sparks falling from the big screen. When the sparks had cleared, Pohatu was nowhere to be seen.[/center]

[Chronic]

Ch. 1 S.O.S. Meeting

*The ExWA cameras flair to life inside the Shades Of Sin locker room. Shadow, Vegito, Mary Jane and Chronic crowd around the 56” Big Screen Television as they intently screen Pohatu’s promo for the Tag Team Unification Match at the Armistice pay per view. Chronic tokes on a pipe and passes it around to those of his teammates who want a few hits from his pipe. Soon a cloud of pungent pot smoke fills the air as Pohatu ends his promo. Chronic pushes the power button on the remote and the screen goes dark. Chronic rubs his eyes and shakes his head before looking over at Vegito who looks back at Chronic.*

Chronic: Well Veg., it looks like we got our work cut out for us. Not that I’m too worried about White Tiger and Pohatu. It will be a great match though, the second rate Xtreme Zone Tag Team Champs versus the cream of the crop, the Action Zone Tag Team Champs. “Team Nature versus “Team Shades Of Sin” to unify the World Tag Team Championships what a great idea for a match. It’s brilliant! All expect one little detail.

Vegito: What detail would that be?

Chronic: Well, just that this match is going to be too easy for us, Veg. Everyone knows that Shades Of Sin have been the most dominate faction in ExWA since we graced this company with our phenomenal skills and charisma. Now I have to admit that Pohatu and White Tiger have some skills, but they are nowhere near the skill level we have achieved. Plus they hardly have any charisma in the ring.

Shadow: I see what you are saying Chronic, but don’t take Pohatu and White Tiger too lightly. We may be the better faction, but even the best can be caught by surprise if they aren’t well prepared.

Chronic: I’m not saying that Team Nature are bad, they just haven’t achieved the level of greatness that we have. They can brag and tout all their minor accomplishments, but the fact remains we’re better. I’m not going into this match unprepared or underestimating our opponents, quite the opposite actually.

M.J.: He’s right; he has been training night and day for Armistice. This is the first day he has taken off in two weeks from training and he uses his day off a screen his opponents matches and their last promo. No Shadow, Chronic knows what he and Vegito are up against and has been training accordingly.

Vegito: As have I. Not to worry Shadow, Chronic and I got this. When we leave the ExWA Arena this Wednesday, there can be only one. Shades Of Sin will be that one, once again proving that we are not only the best faction in ExWA, but the best Tag Team as well.

Shadow: I have no doubt that you two will do what you have to do to beat Team Nature.

Chronic: What we need to do is come up with some ring strategy for the match. Here is what I see…Team Nature is a high energy, highflying, quick team. Pohatu seems to be the quicker of the two while White Tiger seems to be the stronger. Now I know that I can out “highfly” Pohatu with no problem, hell I’m ExWA’a highest highflyer. Plus with my martial art skills, Pohatu doesn’t have a chance. White Tiger I know a little more about. We are both from Seattle and both worked on the Northwest Independent Wrestling Circuit. We never actually faced each other in the ring, he was on a different rotation than I was, but I have watched him wrestle a lot. He never reached the heights I did in N.I.W.C. but somehow he found his way to ExWA. Vegito, you are stronger than White Tiger, but he is faster, I won’t lie to you. But I’ve seen you take more punishment and I know with out a doubt that anything he can dish out, you can handle and sooner or later you’ll catch him and when you do…you’ll hurt him bad.

Vegito: You got that right. White Tiger won’t know what hit him once I get my hands on him. So pretty much your saying that you’ll take care of Pohatu and I’ll take care of White Tiger. Sounds good. I think we’ll be handing their ass to them at Armistice.

Shadow: Even though you are covering Pohatu and Vegito is covering White Tiger, you both should also prepare a little for each others man. That way if you end up in the ring with the wrong guy, you can compensate and buy some time to tag out if you have to.

Chronic: We already planned on training to face both of our opponents. But now we have a little something more to concentrate on. Ok. Sounds like we have a plan of attack. Let’s go prepare to put that plan into effect. Go ahead, I have a phone call to make and I’ll catch up with you guys in a minute.

Vegito: Very well, but don’t be too long, we still have a lot of work to do and time is running short.

*Chronic nods as Vegito and Shadow stand and leave to start working out in the ExWA Training Center. Once they have left, Chronic picks up the phone and dials a number while Mary Jane loads the bong for Chronic. He takes a huge toke as the phone rings on the other end. After the third ring, someone answers. *

Voice: Hello?

Chronic: I have some purple bud for sale.

Voice: Good I like getting stoned.

Chronic: Agent 420, I have a little job for you…

End Ch. 1

[Chronic]

Ch. 2 420…Agent 420

*The ExWA cameras flair to life in one of the many winding hallways of the ExWA Arena. The camera runs down the hallway, stopping at the door to “Team Natures” locker room. The door opens and out step Pohatu and White Tiger. *

Pohatu: So I told him that Chronic is the weak link because he smokes the weed.

White Tiger: You got that right. He’s just a fuckin’ stoner who couldn’t fight his way out of a wet paper bag. He’s too stoned to even know what’s going on. This match is going to be a piece of cake and the unified tag titles will be the frosting.

*Team Nature walks away from the camera as they continue to talk about their upcoming match and their opponents. Out of the darkness, a mysterious figure in a long black trench coat steps into the light, but even though he walks in the light, he looks like a shadow. He makes his way to the locker room door and tries the handle. The door is locked. Quickly, the mysterious figure kneels before the door, pulls something from his trench coat and fiddles with the lock. Within seconds there is a satisfying ‘click’ and the door swings open. Agent 420 slinks through the doorway and disappears. Moments later he returns with a blue duffle bag, locks the door and closes it behind him as he melts back into the shadows. The scene changes to Chronic and Mary Jane’s living room. The phone rings and a hand is seen picking up the receiver.*

Chronic: Hello?

Agent 420: I like to get stoned.

Chronic: Then try my purple bud.

Agent 420: The seed has been planted and the crop has been harvested.

Chronic: Good work. Drop the crop off at the pre-arranged place and I’ll go pick it up. When I need your services again, I’ll give you a call.

Agent 420: Understood. The crop will be in place within thirty minutes.

*The phone goes dead and Chronic hangs up. Then as he lights up a joint and takes a few tokes, he grabs the keys to his Mitsubishi Eclipse and heads out the door.*

End Ch 2

[Chronic]

Ch. 3 The Blue Duffel Bag…Pt. 1

*The lights in the arena go out, bathing the crowd in darkness. “Stash Up (Chronic’sMix)” begins to blast over the loudspeakers, as a large Pot Leaf with the name “Chronic” in silver lettering appears across the Pot Leaf. *

“Put your hands up, this is a stash up, pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up. Put your hands up, this is a stash up, pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up. Put your hands up, this is a stash up, pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up. Put your hands up,…”

* Green Fireworks explode all around the stage and Chronic bursts out from behind the curtain with his hands up in the air, his right hand holding a blue duffle bag. The Action Zone Tag Team Belt hangs over Chronic’s right shoulder and the International Title is secured around his waist, gleaming in lights. Mary Jane who carries a two-foot glass bong and a trash can follows Chronic out onto the stage. *
“This is a stash up, pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up.
Kickin’ ass…”

*Mary Jane takes a hit from the bong and shotguns the hit to Chronic. *

”Smokin’ grass and if you in the back then you gonna get passed up. M.J. better pass me that bong, the night is short and I've been waitin' too long. To enter into another dimension, pull the smoke into my lungs and release the tension. By the way, did I happen to mention how stash operates, so start the dissection.”<br>
* Hand in hand, Chronic and Mary Jane slowly walk towards the ring, shaking hands, signing autographs and giving as many of the Chronicaholics as possible high fives.*

”1 2 Don't forget your crew now, 3 4 Sit facin' the door, 5 6 Never know when it hits, 7 8 It's gonna be too late. Put your hands up, this is a stash up. Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up. Now I don’t give a fuck, not a single fuck, not a single solitary fuck, ’cause I don't give a fuck motherfucka! Now I don’t give a fuck, not a single fuck, not a single solitary fuck,’cause I don't give a fuck motherfucka! Ring the alarm and now the sound is dying. Ring the alarm and now the stash is creeping. Psychological. Past diabolical. Encrypted in code biological. Rejected. Genetically defected. Or maybe just slightly misdirected. Murder by numbers, straight undercover, step into my cipher and you're six feet under.”<br>
*Chronic and Mary Jane arrive at the ring. Chronic picks Mary Jane up and sets her on the ring apron and jumps up himself. He holds the ropes for Mary Jane, who climbs into the ring. Chronic climbs in after her and lights a joint as Mary Jane takes another bong toke. *

”Do a dance and let her know that you're feelin' it, locked up cause you know I was dealin’ it.”<br>
*Chronic hops up on the top turnbuckle and salutes all of his Chronicaholics. *

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”Hydroponic, super bionic my HK is chrome and my bombs are atomic. Step to the back with your monkey ass. Better take cover cause we're ready to blast!”<br>
* Chronic hops down from the turnbuckle and Mary Jane hands him a microphone and tokes on her bong as Chronic talks.*

Chronic and Chronicaholics at same time: Yo!!! Yo!!! Don’t hide that shit! Light that shit!

*The Chronicaholics erupt into cheers as Chronic proudly smiles. The fans start to chant*

Chronic, Chronic, Chronic, Chronic, Chronic, Chronic, Chronic, Chronic!!!!!!!![/move]

*Chronic closes his eyes and basks in the adrenaline rush of the fans calling his name. A few seconds’ later, he opens his eyes and puts the mic to his lips to speak. *

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Chronic: Well, my Chronicaholics, it’s almost time for Armistice. At Armistice Vegito and I have a tag team unification match against none other than Pohatu and Tony the…um…I mean White… Tiger. So which team do you think is going to win? Team Nature?

*The Chronicaholics react with mostly boos, though many cheers can be heard.*

Chronic: Shades Of Sin?

*The Chronicaholics blow the roof off the arena with thunderous cheers.*
Chronic: That’s damned right, Vegito and I are going to show everyone who the best Tag Team in ExWA really is. But to me this is more than just which team is better. This is more than unifying two tag team titles. This is about which brand is better Xtreme Zone or Action Zone. Everyone knows that Action Zone has all the big stars of ExWA, stars like Vegito, Shadow, Corpse, Morbid Angel, Triple D and of coarse myself just to name a few.

*Chronic starts to pace around the ring as he lights up a joint before continuing.*

Chronic: Now Pohatu, you said that I was the weak link of Shades Of Sin because I like to smoke some reefer. Well Pohatu, I’m touched, truly touched at your concern for my health and the longevity of my career. But we all have our vices, weather is it alcohol, cigarettes, gambling, or even junk food. Your tying to say the pot doesn’t make me strong, it makes me weak. However, the numbers don’t lie. What numbers you ask? 3…2…1! I’m the only man to have held three titles at the same time in the ExWA, I am the only man to hold the JWA:EWA “X” title twice and I am a member of the number one faction, Shades Of Sin, in ExWA. And that 3…2…1 shows that I have gotten a lot on 1…2…3’s in the ring. To me your little speech reminded me of an after school special. Let me guess Pohatu, in school you were the nerdy, brown nosing, teachers pet of your class, always chasing your classmates down yelling, “Don’t do that.” “I’m telling.” and “Your going to get in trouble.” You’re the brainwashed guy who believes everything his government tells him without question. It’s sad really, that you can’t think for yourself. I’m sure that at one time or another you have taken an aspirin, hell we are in the wrestling business we all have taken painkillers at one point or another. But do you know that you can overdose on aspirin and possibly die? You can’t overdose on Marijuana and there has never been a death attributed to the overdose of weed. So even aspirin is more dangerous than anything I smoke. It’s obvious that you’ve never even tried weed because you’re such a pussy, so you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Master Johnny Parker used to say all fights are 90% mental. Getting high gives me a new perspective on the world in which we live, love and fight in. When I’m stoned I see things that no one else can see unless they are also stoned. No, I’m not talking about hallucinations. I’m talking about slowing the mind down and seeing problems from all angles. I’m talking about coming up with possibilities that nobody else thought of. Smoking weed also relaxes the body within four seconds of taking that first hit and lets my body repair any injury faster and more efficient. Not to mention that by smoking weed, I don’t have to put those dangerous, addictive chemicals found in painkillers into my body. But you know what, I’m not going to try to justify my smoking pot to you anymore, it’s pointless, it’s repetitive and I’m tired of hearing my opponents try to get down on me about smoking weed. Just about every single opponent I’ve faced has said smoking weed is my weakness, but you know what? Most of them found out different when I pinned their shoulders to the mat. On Wednesday ay Armistice, Pohatu I’ll teach you the same lesson.

*Chronic pauses as he takes a couple of tokes from his joint and continues.*

Chronic: As for White Tiger…we know each other well. We’re both from the Emerald City, the Jewel of the Northwest, Seattle Washington. I’ve watched you in the ring, both on the Northwest Independent Wrestling Circuit and in ExWA. Though I’ve always been impressed with your ring skills, I know they don’t even compare to what Vegito or I can do. Compared to “ExWA’s Highest Highflyer” you’re just a little White Kitten. You can meow all you like, but that won’t change the fact that you just can’t beat me in the ring. At Armistice, “Nature” will be tamed by “Sin” and Vegito and I will walk out as the unified tag team champs.

*Chronic passes the mic to Mary Jane and lets he speak her mind as he grabs the blue duffel bag.*

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M.J.: Wow. That’s all I can say is wow. I can’t believe that a second rate tag team from Xtreme Zone thinks they can take on the true Tag Team Champions, Chronic and Vegito. I wouldn’t blame either of you for not showing up at Armistice to get your asses kicked. If they wanted to, Chronic and Vegito could take your titles and end your careers…*She snaps her fingers*…just like that! But knowing how moronic the two of you are, I’m sure you’ll be there to hand over you titles and end your careers. Not that losing your careers would be that big of a loss to the ExWA.

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Ch. 3 The Blue Duffel Bag…Pt. 2

Chronic: Now I’ve been wondering what our opponents are up to. What kind of plans are they making? What are they doing to train for this match? How do they interact with each other outside the ring? That’s right, I was curious. So I had a friend of mine help me to satisfy my curiosity by placing a hidden camera in “Team Natures” locker room. The old saying goes...curiosity killed that cat, but in this case I think curiosity is going to kill the Tiger. Let’s see what they are up to.

*The Action Vision screen plays the feed from the hidden camera in “Team Nature’s” locker room. The locker room has been destroyed, a couch is tipped over on its back, wrestling gear is spread across the floor, cupboards are open and spilled of their contents, and in the center of the whole mess is Pohatu and White Tiger shoving each other. *

White Tiger: I can’t believe you lost them! You’re such an idiot!

Pohatu: I lost them? Bull shit! They were right there in the bottom of my locker and the locker was locked up tight!

White Tiger: Well if they were in YOUR locker that means YOU lost them, not me! So YOU and go to Dave Masters and tell him that YOU lost them!

Pohatu: It’s not MY fault! You were the last one out of the locker room! You must have forgotten to lock the door behind you! I’m not going to Masters’ office, you go!

Chronic: Excuse me, gentlemen.

*White Tiger and Pohatu stop arguing and unknowingly look into the hidden camera positioned on top of their TV as they see Chronic in the ring doing his promo on TV.

Chronic: Yeah. I’m talking to you, Pohatu and White Tiger. I know you can see me and guess what? The whole ExWA Arena can see you. So I notice that you two were arguing over losing something. Could this be the item you lost?

*Chronic holds up the blue duffle bag and Pohatu and White Tiger get even angrier.*

White Tiger: Hey! That’s our property! I demand you give it back!

Chronic: So this blue duffle bag I found is yours then?

Pohatu: You didn’t find that, you stole it! Now give it back!

Chronic: I didn’t steal it. I found it in a luggage locker at the bus station. But how can you be sure that this duffle bag is yours? I mean there are millions of blue duffle bags out there in the world what are the odds that this one is yours? I know how we can make sure, let’s see what’s inside.

White Tiger: Leave that bag alone you asshole!

*Chronic ignores Team Nature as the cuss him out and opens the bag. He reaches in and pulls out a penis pump and a vibrator.*

Chronic: You know what? You guys were right, this IS your blue duffle bag.

Pohatu: Wait a minute! That stuff isn’t ours! That’s not our duffle bag!

Chronic: Really? Then what are these doing in the duffle bag?

*Chronic reaches in and pulls out the Xtreme Zone Tag Team Title Belts and holds them high up in the air so everyone can see.

White Tiger: Those belts are rightfully ours! Give them back!

Chronic: That’s true these belts are yours. But after Armistice you won’t be needing these because Vegito and I are going to walk out of that match with the Unified Tag Team Championship. Beside, all the Xtreme Zone Titles are nothing but junk. They’re worthless. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of these belts for you guys. You won’t be needing them after Wednesday anyway.

*Chronic walks over to the trash can and dump the Xtreme Zone Tag Team Title Belts in the trash. Pohatu and White Tiger begin to shake and become red with anger as they watch Chronic dispose of their precious Championship Belts. Chronic sits on top of the trash can and carefully pulls down his wrestling tights in a manner that the show can retain it’s PG 14 rating and grunts as he squeezes out a stinky turd into the trash can with the AZ Tag Team Belts.

Pohatu: You’re going to be sorry that you did that, Chronic! I’m going to kill you!

Chronic: Yeah, yeah, yeah…bla bla bla…Shut the fuck up, Pohatu! You two just need to accept the fact that you’re going to lose to Shades Of Sin and live with it. If you want these titles so bad, I’ll leave them here for you. Now both of you…Fuck off!

White Tiger: You’re a dead…<br>
*The Action Vision Screen blanks out to a black screen once again as Chronic laughs at Team Nature while pulling up his wrestling tights.*

Chronic: And with that, I guess there is only two things left for me to say…First I haven’t had a match since I found out that Mary Jane is pregnant with my baby, so I want to dedicate this Tag Team Unification Match to my unborn child. Second, Team Nature, at Armistice your asses are grass…and Vegito and I are going to smoke ‘em.

M.J.: So put that in your pipe and smoke it!

*Chronic drops the mic and hold his arms up as the Chronicaholics roar in approval. Chronic helps Mary Jane out of the ring and kisses her before walking up the ramp hand in hand, tossing out joints to the Chronicaholics. Once they reach they stage they turn and with a final wave to the Chronicaholics, they disappear backstage.*

The End