Fifth Match

[Allura Desmonds]

Fifth Match
Tag Team Match
Thug Revolution (Fathi and Brian Kennedy)(c) vs The Power of Two (Primus and Pax Halliwell)

RP Limit: 2 Per Person
Deadline: 10/04/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 10/06/19 at 11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck

[thefathi]

Patterns and Sequence rp

[bondic]

(Off Camera)



Brian is sitting in his office at his Baltimore penthouse, he is going through some paper work. He looks over to his shelf, he stands up walking over to it he thinks.



****Thoughts*****
Damn, all the titles I have won over the years and the amount of things that I have achieved along with the changes are unreal. Now, what was the reason again that I am not where I should be? Was it because of who he is teaming with? Naw, or could it be because when shit went bad with his Daughters mother? Again, the answer is no. The reason is only due to me. My actions in 2009 and then again in 2014 was it. Me choosing to keep all my connections from the neighborhood. I can’t blame anyone but myself. But this time around things will be different. I have already started a youth center for the kids to come hang out without running the streets with the homies and gang bangin. Even if I made a difference in just one kids life it would all be worth it.



The phone rings he walks over to the desk and hits the speaker button.



Voice: “How are you doin Mr. Kennedy. I was calling you back to set up a time for you to come and talk to the kids.”



Brian: “How does next week sound? I have a show for NCW to go do and I should be already back from my other match in GFW. I want to make it clear. I plan on not sugar coating this, I am gonna speak to them as I would if we were on the streets and I was a big homie.”



Voice: “Mr. Kennedy, they already know.”



Brian: “Ok, thanks for getting back to me. I will see you all next week.”



He hangs up the phone and walks back to the shelf. He picks up his UHW Inc. Platinum Title. He rubs his fingers over the name plate and sits it back down. He turns and walks over to the window, looking over the city skyline, the sun is beginning to set and he loves the view. He gets lost in his thoughts again.



****** Thoughts*****

Damn, I really miss the old PWO and UHW days. The Empire was on top. Long before DEA come to light, or Thug Revolution. Now what would be the best way to stay on top in NCW, we are the team to beat and it seems like everyone wants to gun for us. Shit, I will say it. Fathi is almost to where he needs to be to fully be unleashed and the Rabid cur can full be presented to the world. My best choice I ever made was patching up what we had between us and teaming up. Just like Jessica, Andrew or Requiem. If any of them are in my corner I won’t lose. Reb better watch his ass. I am going to take that title from him. I am the real Bad Ass Mother Fucker and I’d like to see who thinks they can stop me.



Just then he notices that the limo he sent to pick up Fathi from the airport is pulling into the underground parking garage. He smirks as he has just made up his mind on what he was going to say to the transformer reject and the charmed rip off. There isn’t anything he enjoys more than completely dismantling his opponents both mentally and emotionally before he steps in the ring to beat them physically. That was he touches all forms of abuse. Just then the butler knocks on the door to his office.



Butler: “Sir, you have Mr. Fathi here to see you.”



Fathi: “What's up bud?”



Brian walks over and greats him.



Brian: “Not shit brother. I was just about to head over to the youth center and meet up with Dom and some of the other kids. I been training them. Anything to keep em off the streets.”



Fathi: “Shit, I’ll go with you. I bet they would like having more than one trainer.”



Brian laughs.



Brian: “Just be ready, because Travis is your biggest fan. Also, we have a few young ladies that will totally be a fan girl.”



Fathi laughs.



Fathi: “That’s fine, let's go man.”



+++++++++++++++++++Short Drive later+++++++++++++++



The two of them are walking into the gym. Brian points over to a ring where Travis, Josh, and Dom are all doing burpees. Cruz isn’t there yet and Brian shakes his head.



Brian: “There they are dawg, let's get over there and do introductions. We have one more coming. He is kinda my favorite. Cruz is his name. I think those kids are all he has as family. His mom died a year ago and I had to get him off drugs and away from the gang that was trying to recruit all them.”



Fathi: “Hell yea. I’m looking forward to meetin all them.”



Travis stops when he notices Fathi and runs over sliding out of the ring and jogs the last few steps.



Travis: “Holy shits dude. It’s Fathi!”



Josh laughing and about to be the normal smart ass he always is.



Josh: “No way! Where is he at?”



Travis: “Eat a dick cran.”



They all laugh, then Fathi looks at Travis.



Fathi: “What in the hell is a cran?”



Brian: “Oh hell no, Dom, explain what you guys mean. Because this is some new shit and I can hardly make sense myself.”



Josh: “Maybe that’s because you have taken too many blows to your head old man.”



Brian laughs as he walks over to Josh. He puts him in a headlock, giving him a nuggie as he does it.



Brian: “And you wonder why people always wants to kick you in the nuts.”



Dom: “Josh, you better be glad Brian likes your ass.”



They all laugh, Fathi holds his hand up.



Fathi: “Hey guys, still waiting.”



Dom: “Ok, you know what a crayon is, like Crayola, Rose Art? Well, when we say it. It's like you’re the IHOP, or the Waffle House ones that aren’t very good. Or like the white or pink ones that never get used.”



Brian: “You damn kids and your made-up words.”



Fathi: “Shit, maybe we are old.”



They all laugh.



Brian: “Ok guys, the same question as always. Have you guys eaten today?”



Dom speaks up.



Dom: “Josh hasn’t since yesterday morning for his school breakfast.”



Brian shakes his head. He hates the fact that those kids don’t have parents that gives a damn. Rather chase a man’s cock, drugs, or liquor spending money on them and not their own kids.



Brian: “Ok then. Let’s go eat and then we can come back and get some training done.”



The kids get all excited and grabs their jackets and hoodies. They all start walking towards the doors as Austin comes running in.



Austin: “Fuck, I have some terrible news you guys.”



Austin is Joshes older brother and the one that introduced them all to Brian. Austin was the first person to give Brian a hand when nobody else gave a damn. Brian can see on his face that this is so bad that the kids are going to be completely wrecked when they hear this.



Brian: “Hold on, let's go to my office. I can see this is something that needs to be done in private.”



They walk into his office and close the door. Brian looks at Austin who is holding his head down in tears. Brian walks over and gives his friend a hug.



Brian: “Go ahead, tell me brother.”



Austin can hardly speak as he says the words that will change him and all the kids' lives forever.



Austin: “It’s Cruz, his uncle come home from work and found him dead. They think he killed himself.”



At that point they all start crying. Fathi just shakes his head in disbelief at another kid dying. A few tears roll down Brian’s cheek as he tries to shooth they youngsters. Fathi pats Travis on his back.



Brian: “Ok guys. I think I should go over to his house and talk to his uncle. You guys want a ride over to the house? Or how about you guys go to mine. I’ll have Sam make you all something to eat. You need to eat and I don’t wanna hear no shit about it.”



They all nod and agree. Brian looks at Fathi.



Brian: “I’m sorry bro. I am going to clean up this mess. Take my private jet to Colorado and I’ll meet you out there in a day or so.”



Fathi shakes his head. He walks over to his car, tossing Fathi the keys. Take my car, I have another one in the garage in the back. I’ll be ok. The kids need me. I know you understand.



Brian walks back into the gym to talk with the kids.



******* A few hours later*********



(On camera)



The scene opens with Brian sitting at his desk in the gym. The only light that is on is his desk lamp. The room is dark and you can tell that Brian isn’t in a very good mood. As he begins you can tell he is kinda choked up.



Brian: “I have to say I am not in a good mind state. As I am suffering from the loss of a good friend. So, with that being said this is going to be short and sweet.”



You can tell by the way he is coming off he means business. He isn’t in his usual cocky self.



“So here we are about to face off against a team that from what I can tell isn’t anything other than a comic book nerd and an emo goth wanting to step in the ring with two monsters. One of which has no fucks left to give.”



He pauses for a moment the air is tense with each word he speaks his face turns a bit darker red.



“I don’t give a fuck, not if you get hurt. If Fathi and I end your careers. Or what the brass in the upper offices has to say. I am using this match to get every ounce of aggression I have pent up inside me. I am going to unleash the demons that have been in my head wishing. Praying that I would let them out to play for just a minute. In case you don’t understand the words that are coming from my mouth. Here it goes in more simpler words for you.”



He chuckles. But it isn’t a playful manner or anything that he would normally do. He stands up now.



“The ring announcer is going to introduce both of the teams. Then, when the crowd is silent. That is when you will hear The War Cry. While you are out of wind from where I knocked all your wind out of you. That’s when you will hear sound of the canvas being patted. Once the third hand drop happens. That is when all desire vanishes. Along with the realization that you will never be on top of the Tag Division. Not as long as The Revolution is in NCW. So please. When the two of you clowns choose to come on camera to say something about us. Do me a favor. Don’t be another rip off reject that is going to say the same thing as every other jobber that we have been booked against so far.”



He walks towards the camera as he speaks his closing statement.



“Do whatever protection spell that you need to do. Do whatever carnation that you need to do to talk to the other dead. Whatever you need to do to get ready for this match. Because when I am done. You will be Broken, Battered and bruised. I plan on doing more than just winning this match. I plan on breaking spirits and not to mention as many bones as I can when it comes to the two of you. Your goin to made as example of what happens when you are tossed to the pin with monsters like us.”



He pauses for a brief moment.



“Take it personal, please do. Because the Revolution is loved by few, hated by many, and can be stopped by none.”



*Fades to black*