In a darkly lit room; Dr. Alhazred is lying on a sofa. His face is unshaven and hes wearing a plain red t-shirt and some khaki shorts. Lying on his stomach is his WZCW Championship, looking dirtier than ever, brown spots and some green goo cover it in various places; its lost its golden shine and is now a dank dark yellowish brown.
Sitting across from Dr. Alhazred is his old friend Mister. Wearing his trademark gold mask and suit, Mister is looking down and scribbling on a note pad held in his hand. He looks up at Dr. Alhazred, squints his eyes, then looks back down to his notes.
Without looking up; (Mister: ) So Doc, tell me whats been troubling you.
Dr. Alhazred: You see Doc, I got this problem and I have no idea how to fix it. Well I do have an idea but Im not sure its the right thing to do, but I dont see any other way.
Mister: Whats this problem you have?
Dr. Alhazred: I have this WZCW Tag Team Championship. I wear it everywhere proudly, worked hard to attain it, and have had the time of my life with my hombre, Jimmy King.
Mister: Those all sound like good things to me.
Dr. Alhazred: You didnt let me finish. My partner and I have ran through this division since we first teamed up. Weve toppled the second longest reigning Tag Team Champions in history and yet, no one gives a shit. No one cares. They still dont see as a threat and they barely take notice of what weve been doing.
Mister: And how does that make you feel?
Dr. Alhazred: Pissed off, Mister. Id go as far as to say mighty pissed off.
Mister: Mighty you say?
Dr. Alhazred: Thats right. Ive heard the talking around the water coolers; Ive heard the boys in the back snickering as I walk by. They say They only got those belts because the BiA was splitting up and there was no one else. They say The Tag Division has fallen so far these days, we used to have great champions like the FHD, and we used to have great tag teams around. We need a team to bring the division back to its glory days. Well what the fuck are we doing? Sitting back and trying to take the easy way out? No weve laid down our challenges for new Tag Teams, we even gave everyone an opportunity to get a free Title Shot, something we busted our asses for.
Mister: Whats your solution to this problem? You said you had an idea.
Dr. Alhazred: Extermination. Theres nothing else really to do. You dont want to respect us for what weve accomplished and for actually trying to save this division? Well were going prove every single one of those bastards wrong. Were going to become the greatest Tag Team Champions this company has ever seen. We will become greater then the Full House Daves, greater than the Crashin Movement, greater than the Brothers in Arms. We will break the record for longest time as Tag Team Champions. Like I said last week, weve ascended to the top of the mountain. We are so utterly alone and comfortable at the top that weve decided to make base camp and build a nice house up here. Showtime is climbing up the side of it and Stan Rogers is gingerly and ungracefully struggling to keep up with him. But they will fall; they will fall like the rest of them.
Mister: You dont see Stan-Time as a threat?
Dr. Alhazred: No I dont. Im smart enough to be aware of how dangerous they could possibly be and not take them lightly. But they are no threat. Showtime is too wrapped up in the affairs of that Ty Burna and Austin Reynolds to be considered a real threat. Stan Rogers is a bumbling old fool that even Showtime does not take seriously. Did you see the way he treated him on Ascension?
Mister: I did, I did.
Dr. Alhazred: Well then you clearly saw Showtime watching an Austin Reynolds match and paying no mind to his partner. Hes putting all his time and effort into Ty and Austin that he doesnt even see us. You think just because youre a good singles wrestler that you can become a great Tag Wrestler? You need trust with your partner, chemistry. You cant have your mind wrapped up on one opponent, because once you do, his partner is going to strike you from behind. No theyre no threat, well defeat them at Apocalypse and well continue our reign as the best Tag Team EVER.
Mister: What will happen when you break the streak?
Dr. Alhazred: Like we said on Meltdown. We will take down our camp at the top of our mountain and head back down. Before we do well throw those titles off the side of the mountain. No one will care anyway. I bet no one will even notice theyre gone.
Mister: Why toss aside something you worked so hard and care so much for?
Dr. Alhazred: Because no one else deserves to wear these belts. No one on this roster strives to be a Tag Team Champion. They strive to use the Tag Team Championships as jumping off points to other titles. You see to us, thats not the case. Our one and only goal for a long time was to win these Titles and once we won them our goal was to make these Titles matter again by crushing all enemies who dare crossed our paths. You see we care too much about these titles for them to go to two ungrateful wrestlers who have no true appreciation for what these Titles represent. These titles represent team work and chemistry between two men. Winning matches consistently as a tag team is a far more difficult task than winning on your own. You have to put all of your trust into your partner and know each other so well, that we know exactly what the other person is thinking before they do. Do you think two asshole kids would even care about that? Nope. We are not simply tossing the belts aside; were saving them from other tag teams. We are saving them from becoming meaningless.
Mister: This week youll be facing Dr. Kurtesy; a former Tag Team Champion himself and a very dangerous man inside the squared circle. I sense a lot of anger in you, I think this match will be a good way to let out some steam.
Dr. Alhazred: Exactly right Mister. I have no beef with Kurtesy. He had a run with the Tag Titles and he treated them properly. But hes simply in the wrong place at the wrong time right now. I almost feel bad.
Dr. Alhazred balls up his fists and looks at them.
Dr. Alhazred: I have all this anger and frustration with this Tag Title thing and Im gonna take it out on his face. Holmes is going to be thanking me come Apocalypse, there wont be much left of the good old Doctor. Kurtesy is another guy to focused on other opponents to even see the threat thats staring him right in the face, my Funyon breath is going right into his nostrils, yet all hes looking at is Holmes possibly coming up from behind. His petty squabble with Holmes is insignificant compared to the magnitude of my goals and the destiny of the very titles that made him. You see, I have a purpose. I was a dangerous man before capable of hurting anyone and anything. But now Im deadly, because I am fighting with a purpose. Every week Ive said my matches are statements of our destructive capabilities, warnings to the other members of the roster. But this week, there will be no statements and there will be no warnings. Just pure anger, hatred and frustration coming out of my fists and bombarding Kurtesys body over and over again until he lies lifeless on the mat. The very spirit of these Tag Titles flow through my body and will give me the strength to not only defeat my opponents, but utterly destroy them.
Mister: Whoa man, thats some heavy stuff.
Dr. Alhazred nods while staring at his fists. Youre god damn right it is.
Scene fades to black.