Post by geoff on Mar 5, 2022 7:45:43 GMT
Homecoming….
Despite the approaching spring everywhere else it was still very cold in the city of Detroit. Occasionally there would be a spike in the weather and the mercury would rise over thirty degrees but for the most part the cold lingered like the factory Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin are standing in. It was once a massive building owned and operated by the Peterbilt Automobile Company and it was one of dozens of man made monoliths dedicated to the production of all things automotive.
It had been some time since the two of them stood inside the massive factory together. Then again it had been some time since the two of them stood side by side in the ring as a tag team. When they were a young up and coming team wrestling the independent circuit in and around Detroit they would meet in the place they are standing in now and talk about how things went and what the next few matches might have in store for them.
After their defeat of the Usos Alex and Chris were being talked about as the first team to take their shot against the Wingmen. Each team that the WLCW booking team put in front of them they had cut down to size. Every victory was another step closer to that tag title match that they had committed themselves to reaching. Just like before it was a team of wrestlers that were looking for recognition and respect. The Usos fought in the shadow of their Tribal Chief and 2.0 is fighting from the shadow of obscurity.
Alex throws a rock towards a weathered brick wall. In a way they were like that wall. Beaten but still standing. Chris kicks a small stone away and then looks over to his tag team partner.
CHRIS SABIN: I remember when we first came here. There were still a few windows that were still in place back then.
Alex glanced at Chris and cracked his knuckles. Back when they were young wrestlers trying to make a name for themselves it was rough sailing. Living show to show and just trying to make enough money to get the rent paid and to keep the lights on most of the time.
ALEX SHELLEY Not after we took that loss to those idiots from Knoxville. Damn I still get pissed off that we blew that one.
Chris shrugged his shoulders and brushed off the memories. He took the loss in stride but Alex made sure to bust up a few windows inside of the abandoned factory.
CHRIS SABIN: I still can’t believe it though. You and I back as the Guns and in front of our hometown. I don’t care how good 2.0 think they are. It is not going to matter once we step out in front of that crowd and show them that we are going to be the next tag team champions. Just a shame that we aren’t going to have that title match in Detroit.
Shelley, who has been struggling with the title loss since Ascension seems to be getting his confidence back each time the duo step into the ring. He glances back to Sabin and kicks a few small rocks.
ALEX SHELLEY You really think it is going to be us huh? I know you’ve been the confident one of the team but damn dude, we still have to take down 2.0 and stake our claim to those belts.
Sabin walks up to Alex and slowly shakes his head, almost dismissing any thought of losing to 2.0.
CHRIS SABIN: I don’t care what team stands in front of us. The result is going to be the same. Honestly Alex, I know it has been a little while since you have been at this level but you have got to stop doubting yourself and what we are doing. We owe it to everybody in that crowd tomorrow night and we need to send a message to the Wingmen that the Guns aren’t just back, they are better than they ever have been.
This has been the theme for the Guns ever since the Icon brought them back together. In their match against 2.0 it is up to them to close that chapter in their return and take one more step towards the Wingmen and the WLCW Tag Team Titles.
ALEX SHELLEY We just have to welcome 2.0 to the Motor City and beat the hell out of them so bad that they will never want to come back. Violence, Detroit style.
Sabin laughs loud enough for the emotion to echo throughout the abandoned factory.
CHRIS SABIN: There is no place like home my brother, no place at all.
The Motor City Machine Guns continue to walk down memory lane as the scene fades to white.
Despite the approaching spring everywhere else it was still very cold in the city of Detroit. Occasionally there would be a spike in the weather and the mercury would rise over thirty degrees but for the most part the cold lingered like the factory Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin are standing in. It was once a massive building owned and operated by the Peterbilt Automobile Company and it was one of dozens of man made monoliths dedicated to the production of all things automotive.
It had been some time since the two of them stood inside the massive factory together. Then again it had been some time since the two of them stood side by side in the ring as a tag team. When they were a young up and coming team wrestling the independent circuit in and around Detroit they would meet in the place they are standing in now and talk about how things went and what the next few matches might have in store for them.
After their defeat of the Usos Alex and Chris were being talked about as the first team to take their shot against the Wingmen. Each team that the WLCW booking team put in front of them they had cut down to size. Every victory was another step closer to that tag title match that they had committed themselves to reaching. Just like before it was a team of wrestlers that were looking for recognition and respect. The Usos fought in the shadow of their Tribal Chief and 2.0 is fighting from the shadow of obscurity.
Alex throws a rock towards a weathered brick wall. In a way they were like that wall. Beaten but still standing. Chris kicks a small stone away and then looks over to his tag team partner.
CHRIS SABIN: I remember when we first came here. There were still a few windows that were still in place back then.
Alex glanced at Chris and cracked his knuckles. Back when they were young wrestlers trying to make a name for themselves it was rough sailing. Living show to show and just trying to make enough money to get the rent paid and to keep the lights on most of the time.
ALEX SHELLEY Not after we took that loss to those idiots from Knoxville. Damn I still get pissed off that we blew that one.
Chris shrugged his shoulders and brushed off the memories. He took the loss in stride but Alex made sure to bust up a few windows inside of the abandoned factory.
CHRIS SABIN: I still can’t believe it though. You and I back as the Guns and in front of our hometown. I don’t care how good 2.0 think they are. It is not going to matter once we step out in front of that crowd and show them that we are going to be the next tag team champions. Just a shame that we aren’t going to have that title match in Detroit.
Shelley, who has been struggling with the title loss since Ascension seems to be getting his confidence back each time the duo step into the ring. He glances back to Sabin and kicks a few small rocks.
ALEX SHELLEY You really think it is going to be us huh? I know you’ve been the confident one of the team but damn dude, we still have to take down 2.0 and stake our claim to those belts.
Sabin walks up to Alex and slowly shakes his head, almost dismissing any thought of losing to 2.0.
CHRIS SABIN: I don’t care what team stands in front of us. The result is going to be the same. Honestly Alex, I know it has been a little while since you have been at this level but you have got to stop doubting yourself and what we are doing. We owe it to everybody in that crowd tomorrow night and we need to send a message to the Wingmen that the Guns aren’t just back, they are better than they ever have been.
This has been the theme for the Guns ever since the Icon brought them back together. In their match against 2.0 it is up to them to close that chapter in their return and take one more step towards the Wingmen and the WLCW Tag Team Titles.
ALEX SHELLEY We just have to welcome 2.0 to the Motor City and beat the hell out of them so bad that they will never want to come back. Violence, Detroit style.
Sabin laughs loud enough for the emotion to echo throughout the abandoned factory.
CHRIS SABIN: There is no place like home my brother, no place at all.
The Motor City Machine Guns continue to walk down memory lane as the scene fades to white.