Building Trust; Part 1 (Collab with Mac Bane)
Jan 11, 2023 16:13:49 GMT -5
"The Peoples GOAT" James Raven likes this
Post by THE Tristan Slater on Jan 11, 2023 16:13:49 GMT -5
Tristan sat in a corner booth of a hole-in-a-wall bar in Port Author, Texas with a bottle of Jamison and two glasses sitting in front of him trying to fit into the small Texas town as he wears a black cowboy hat with, tight jeans, a Garth Brooks t-shirt circuit 1990s. Tristan’s attention hits the front door to see the 6’6 frame of Mac Bane who has his hair in a ponytail with a black cowboy hat on, jeans, and a white t-shirt. Tristan motions getting his attention. Mac comes over and takes one look at Tristan, he chuckles under his breath as he asks.
MAC BANE: What the hell are you wearing?
Mac slides into the booth opposite Tristan who answers.
TRISTAN SLATER: I thought I would fit in. I guess country/western has evolved since I gave a flying fuck about it.
MAC BANE: Garth hasn’t been relevant in decades.
Mac states while pointing at Tristan’s shirt.
TRISTAN SLATER: How was I supposed to know?
MAC BANE: You look like an idiot.
TRISTAN SLATER: Yeah, but at least I am a wicked sexy idiot.
Mac simply shakes his head before removing his cowboy hat and setting it on the table. Tristan takes note of Mac and does the same.
TRISTAN SLATER: I’m going to cut to the chase. John isn’t handling the Rumble well, and to be honest I’m a little bent about it too. It seems like it doesn’t matter what we do it’s just not good enough.
MAC BANE: I know the feeling.
Individually both Mac Bane and Tristan Slater did everything they could to keep the World Title out of the grasp of any members of the goon squad. Peter Vaughn snagged victory from the jaw of defeat leaving us all holding our dicks. It’s a horse pill to swallow.
MAC BANE: Try starting at one and going nearly fifty minutes before it all went up in smoke. I don’t think any of us are handling it well.
TRISTAN SLATER: Have you spoken to Raion?
MAC BANE: Not since the Rumble.
TRISTAN SLATER: That’s a little disheartening because he could be such a stronger force in this equation.
Tristan grabs the bottle of Jamison and cracks it open. He pours some into the two glasses that are present on the table before sliding one across the table to Mac with one hand from twisting the top of the bottle with his other.
TRISTAN SLATER: You and I aren’t very familiar with each other which is why I came out this way. I need you to know how seriously this tag team match upcoming is. We can’t afford to take a loss because if we do we might as well pack our fucking bags and head off into the sunset. We lack serious momentum… but we can change that.
Tristan holds out his glass toward Mac. Mac and Tristan toast before throwing back the shot.
MAC BANE: I know that you and I aren’t what most might call friends, but one thing you’ve got is my respect. I saw the sacrifice you made for John during the Rumble. There aren’t many people who will put themselves at risk with the stakes as high as they were but you ate an elimination for him.
TRISTAN SLATER: I’m not sure if you are in the loop, but John and I have a checkered past to the degree we didn’t speak for almost five years. Because of our past, I felt like a gesture of true trust needed to be established. I won’t get into the specifics, but let’s just say that it needed to happen, and if I had to do it all over again I would without question.
Tristan twists the top off the bottle of Jamison and pours himself a second shot before motioning toward Mac who slides his glass across the tabletop where Tristan pours him a second as well.
TRISTAN SLATER: Much as I said going into the event itself, everyone had their motivations for taking part… mine was to make sure that Flynn didn’t leave with the strap, I accomplish that goal but we all failed with the bigger picture. Make no mistake about it when I tell you that we are at war. I say that we can shift the momentum, and there’s no doubt in my mind that we can take Debonair and Flynn on Brawl. They’re the kings of predictability from the things they say down to what they do in the ring.
Tristan throws back his shot while Mac responds.
MAC BANE: State your sources.
TRISTAN SLATER: Flynn is a broken record that keeps skipping at the same spot over and over again. What I suggest we do isn’t necessarily a divide-and-conquer situation, I’m suggesting we punch them in the face and make them regret the day they ever thought it was a good idea to play games with us.
Mac throws his shot back.
MAC BANE: Trust is a big thing when it comes to me. I know that you haven’t always been the nicest of guys… neither have I. What I think is we tap into those deep, dark places. I say we fight fire with fire. If they want to fight, then goddamnit let’s fight! This is the first time that you and will be tagging up without John bridging the gap, and I’m sure Flynn and Debonair might think the lack of experience might hold us back. Truth be told you and I have several World Titles between us, several tag titles…
Tristan pours them another shot a piece.
MAC BANE: And when it comes to throwing hands we both can deliver in spades. I know you have eyes for Flynn and I owe Fred a kick in the face.
RISTAN SLATER: I haven’t forgotten about the third string of that boyband. Is it just me or does Fred try way to hard pretend to be a badass? I guess that’s what happens when you’re constantly a follower and never really the leader.
MAC BANE: Truth be told I don’t know a lot about him outside of what I’ve witnessed since the WGWF relaunch, and I got to tell you there’s nothing special about anything I’ve seen thus far. Luck only goes so far with anyone, and if we put the pieces together not enough luck in the world will carry Fred to victory.
Mac tosses back his shot.
TRISTAN SLATER: Truthfully the only thing we need to do is have each other’s backs because this is bigger than you and me.
MAC BANE: Well listen, the first thing we’re going to have to do is get you some clothes. You look ridiculous. The next thing we will need to do is have a bonding experience.
TRISTAN SLATER: What do you have in mind?
There is a sly smirk from Mac Bane who then states.
MAC BANE: I can think of a few things.
... To Be Continued in Mac’s RP
__________________
Live by the sword you die by the sword. Words can’t describe how good it’s going to feel when there is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide for Mark Flynn and Fred Debonair. Let’s start with the broken record, Marko. I’m not going to lie, I expected so much more from a guy that’s carrying a Universal Championship in a federation that can’t fill their television programming… Not much to brag about when you’re battling chicks plucked from Donkey Shows in Tajuana, am I right? I’m not going to lie, it made my night at the West Coast Rumble making sure that you left empty-handed. I tried to tell you going in that I didn’t care nor want the strap, but that I didn’t want you to have it either. For months it seems like this shit just keeps heating up until eventually, we’re going to hit a boiling point. The next layer is on deck, Mark. As you can see I’m not going anywhere; hell, I’ll bring some phone books for you to stand on so you can look me in the eyes.
You broke my arm.
I took the title away from you.
We aren’t close to being even.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… I own Mark Flynn. Always have, and always will.
As we look ahead to what will be a major confrontation the last thing I’m coming to do is give you any excuse to continue to think your luck will continue. I mean, I might be a little more hesitant if you had Vaughn on the apron versus Fred. It’s pretty clear Debonair is the weak link in your food chain; probably why he elected to surround himself with you and Peter so that he can mask his insecurities.
Personally, I don’t give two fucks about Debonair.
Nothing he’s done impresses me. Now, I could take potshots at his record, and I could poke holes in the successes he’s found, but I think everything that needs to be said about his in-ring work can be summed up by wasting the last spot in the Rumble! If Fred was half as good as he wants everyone to believe it wouldn’t have been Vaughn that left with the gold it would have been him. The truth when it comes to Fred is he was nothing until he was discovered by Chris Page back in the IIW.
Fred struggled to get Tag Titles and wouldn’t have attained that goal without CCP.
He rocks a fourth-tier title and pretends he is the second coming. Sorry, Fred, that doesn’t make you good, that doesn’t make you a Main Event act, and it sure as hell doesn’t mean you belong in the same ring as yours truly. It makes you mid-card. I don’t know what’s worse for you Fred, the fact that you want us to believe you’re the tippy top yet you get overshadowed by Joe Montuori who shows up half of the time! You wouldn’t know heat if it slapped you in the face, you wouldn’t be a damn thing without CCPE.
I know it’s a bitter pill to swallow.
But it’s one I’d suggest you start trying to figure out how to force down your throat because it’s just a matter of time before you are exposed, and when it happens the first time it certainly won’t be the last. I understand you’re trying to put yourself out there, but one thing people don’t understand until it’s way too late is when you put yourself out there in many different organizations you’re bound to burn out. The question becomes, how much effort are you really willing to put in if it means making yourself a real household name?
I know coming into this to expect the unexpected.
I know that when it looks like you two clowns are in dire straights that it’s a matter of time before someone else joins the fray. This might be the first time Mac Bane and I have shared the ring as a tag team but it does not take away from the fact that we share a common goal, your dismantle. When you bring two guys like us together, fighting for a common cause, and want nothing else than to shut your mouths makes us more dangerous than you might want to admit.
We aren’t the ones with anything to lose.
We aren’t the ones under a microscope.
We are the ones with a chip on our shoulders that is just itching to punch you in the mouths. I can only hope that I’m not continued to be disappointed by the lack of material brought forth by our counterparts, and I can only dream that this stays between us but if history has told us anything it tells us that is far from the case. What this boils down to is simple, who wants it more? I think it’s pretty safe to say that Mac Bane and I want to leave you both laying, that we want to shift the balance of power back over to our side of the equation.
It’s going to be fun to know that it comes at both of your expenses.
I am primed and ready.
Can either of you say the same?
It’s been far too long since I’ve gotten the chance to hold BOTH of you accountable for your actions on that fateful November night. I might not wear a cast but it doesn’t remove the memory of how it happened. Eye for an eye. I can only hope John is watching on with a smile on his face while we break our feet so far up both of your asses you’ll be able to floss with the laces of our boots. This might be billed as a wrestling match; however, the last thing I’m coming to Vegas to do is put on an instant classic. This is a war and it’s going to be treated as such from these eyes, and when you’re in a war the only guarantee is casualties. We might have lost some battles, but we still have a long way to go before this party comes to a close, so for your sake, I do hope you’ve enjoyed the first phase because phase two belongs to THE Tristan Slater.
I can’t think of a better way to leave Monday Night Brawl than by knocking out a few of both of your teeth.
Examples are going to be set.
Feelings are going to get hurt.
Ego’s are going to be bruised.
… and the only thing that will be left is for Fred to question why Flynn and Vaughn keep him around. Make no mistake about it, buttercup… you’re the bitch in this equation.