-=- Nomad is standing on the balcony of his penthouse. The 1997 Nissan Skyline is safely tucked in a corner of Nomad's garage, along with all of its parts they picked up off the street. Chandler just drove off in "his" new 1998 Toyota Supra twin turbo. Nomad is alone, and thinking about his and Chandler's recent conversation. -=-
We ARE the best. We've proven that in years of singles competition. And now, we're proving it in tag competition. Together, we've held more EWA gold than most of the active roster combined. TNT is a joke, I proved that when I whipped his pansy ass FOUR times in FOUR Glass Matches. I humiliated him so bad I ran him out of the EWA for YEARS! Arthryn has been fighting to get to the top for longer than I can even remember. Why hasn't he made it? Simple. Because he SUCKS!!!
-=- Nomad breathes in deeply, inhaling the putrid New York City air. He loves it -=-
They're a rag-tag team of losers trying to do together what they couldn't do alone: Get somewhere in the world. Me and Chandler are the Exterminators. A team so elite we put the stable of the same name to shame. Together, we represent the history of the EWA. We form the glue that holds this company together. And we're out to rid the EWA of the cancer that's rotting away at that very glue: The new blood. Are TNT or Arthryn "new blood"? No, not in the least. But they represent an obstacle. And we will NOT be stopped by obstacles.
-=- Nomad's face chisels in a look of concentrated anger -=-
TNT and Arthryn should write a book. The shortest book in recent history, with just two chapters. One for TNT, and one for Arthryn. It could be a bestseller! Hell, everyone would want to read a book about the biggest jokes in EWA history!!! That's all they are. Jokes. Me and Chandler are the past, present, and future of this company. We're not jokes. We're the fucking punchline. Tomorrow night on Heat, the entire world will get our joke. But they won't be laughing. Because the two underdog heroes, TNT and Arthryn, will be dead and buried. R.I.P., two careers that didn't amount to dog shit anyways.
-=- Nomad breathes deep again -=-
Time to get some rest. I want to be nice and fresh when I tear those assholes apart.
-=- Nomad walks back into his penthouse, closing the door behind him -=-
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