Post by Robert Saints on May 15, 2020 23:28:23 GMT -5
Robert Saints and Travis Deacon Hall have arrived in Los Angeles, California where tonight The Outsiders are facing the unlikely tag team of Jack Jones and the current SFT Hardcore Champion Reaper.
Robert Saints: Jack Jones and Reaper can the two of you even get along when it matters the most. There aren’t many tag team matches here in SFT so management must have their own reasons for wanting this match to take place. Reaper, you might be the reigning SFT Hardcore Champion for now but if given the opportunity I know I can beat you for that championship. Jack Jones, this isn’t the first time that the two of us are locking up in the ring so we know each other very well so you won’t be able to pull any strings against me in this match.
Travis Deacon Hall: Reaper, you’re just lucky that this is a tag team match because you know that on your best day you can’t beat me on my worst. Everyone including you knows that I have your number and that’s why you’re ecstatic that management made this match a tag team otherwise I’d be beating you for that SFT Hardcore Championship belt that’s around your waist. Reaper is just a small fry in the big pond and tonight I’m going to crush you in the middle of the ring. Jack Jones, you’re a washed up idiot that doesn’t know when it is time to hang up his wrestling boots and ride off into the sunset a better smarter man but we all know he’s not smart at all because he’s white southern trash.
Robert and Travis enter their locker room so that they can relax for a bit before their match later tonight.
The scene fades to black as Robert and Travis throw back a few cold brewskis.
Robert Saints: Jack Jones and Reaper can the two of you even get along when it matters the most. There aren’t many tag team matches here in SFT so management must have their own reasons for wanting this match to take place. Reaper, you might be the reigning SFT Hardcore Champion for now but if given the opportunity I know I can beat you for that championship. Jack Jones, this isn’t the first time that the two of us are locking up in the ring so we know each other very well so you won’t be able to pull any strings against me in this match.
Travis Deacon Hall: Reaper, you’re just lucky that this is a tag team match because you know that on your best day you can’t beat me on my worst. Everyone including you knows that I have your number and that’s why you’re ecstatic that management made this match a tag team otherwise I’d be beating you for that SFT Hardcore Championship belt that’s around your waist. Reaper is just a small fry in the big pond and tonight I’m going to crush you in the middle of the ring. Jack Jones, you’re a washed up idiot that doesn’t know when it is time to hang up his wrestling boots and ride off into the sunset a better smarter man but we all know he’s not smart at all because he’s white southern trash.
Robert and Travis enter their locker room so that they can relax for a bit before their match later tonight.
The scene fades to black as Robert and Travis throw back a few cold brewskis.
