Signal Panic, Inc. presents
Action Saxton and Saboteur
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"Get Angry!"
Action Saxton and Saboteur walk through a door into Saboteurs apartment. Saboteur seems relieved, but still angry as he hunches over with his fists clenched. Saxton, on the other hand, seems amped up as he jumps around the apartment, sparring with the air.
"Hell yeah, sucka!" he exclaims. "Now thats what I call a promo! The King himself cant talk as smooth as Action Saxton!"
"Martin Luther?"
Saxton look at Saboteur, slightly confused. "No, Elvis."
Saboteur shrugs and leans against the wall. He lazily brings one of his costumed hands up to eye level.
"Whatever. We only have a week now until we face Strikeforce. Just hold onto that anger, because its going to get a million times more intense when we see them entering the ring at Redemption."
Saxton stops jumping around and puts his hands on his hips as he looks at Saboteur.
"No way can I let you go into the match like this, sucka," he says. "You were right, that was a good way to get the proper amount of angry, but you trippin if you think that helped us focus. If anything, all I want to do is smack James Howard over the head with the ring bell, and Im pretty sure we cant win the match that way."
Saboteur sighs, exasperatedly. "Well, what do you suggest we do then?"
Saxton taps the side of his nose.
"Theres only one place you can go to put yourself in the right state of mind before a match. Come on, sucka, we're going to Wyoming."
He grabs Saboteur by the arm and tries to drag him out of the apartment, but Saboteur doesn't budge.
"Why do we always have to go to Wyoming?" he says, pouting. Saxton rolls his eyes.
"Because, Saboteur, Wyoming does not exist. It is also where my favorite bar run by my best friend is, and it is also where we built our tower."
"It's halfway across the country, and the Saxtonmobile is out of gas. How are we going to get there?"
Saxton smiles. He reaches offscreen and brings into shot a large oar.
"Simple, sucka. We're going to row."
Saboteur looks placated. The two of them head out into the parking lot and prepare for the long haul.
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"Gimme some of that good-ass coffee, Marce, because your favorite super team is back and better than ever!"
"I just rowed in from New Jersey, and boy are my arms tired!"
Marceline, owner of the diner/bar The Paper Gangster, looks over her shoulder as the voices of Action Saxton and Saboteur comes booming through the crowded place. A few of the bar's regulars turn to look as well, waving at Saboteur and Saxton as they make their way to a table by the window. Marceline turns back to The Kid for a moment to finish pouring him a drink. He smiles in thanks as Marceline puts the bottle away and heads to the corner table.
"Sax! Sab!" she exclaims happily. "It's great to see you two again!"
"It's great to be back, Marceline," Saxton replies, chuckling. "Damn. I haven't been back just for a visit for a while. Not since Kingdom Come, when I was training to fight..."
He trails off, staring at Saboteur. Saboteur stares back. In fact, I would go so far as to say he glares back. The tension in the diner's corner is rising quicker than fans using a well-timed Armando Paradyse match to go to the bathroom.
"I should have kicked your ass."
"You should have been meaner."
"You should have observed the 'no takebacks' rule."
"You shouldn't have made me agree to such a dumb trade."
"Saxton Smackdown!"
"Saboteur Sweep!"
"Guys!"
The escalating argument is cut off at the knees at the sound of Marceline's voice. The two tag team partners turn to look at the owner of the diner, who is looking both exasperated and amused.
"Look, you two," she says, "I know why you came here."
"Woman, you don't know m-"
"Sax, I've known you since we were kids. You're not always hard to predict."
Saxton snorts, but a smile is playing across his manly face. Marceline continues.
"If you guys want to defeat Strikeforce at Redemption, you need to be on the same page. Get rid of some of this tension."
"I'm not going to give him a massage."
"Sucka, you'd probably be terrible at it anyway."
"Hey! I give great massages!"
Marceline holds up a hand. The two stop bickering once more.
"No one's going to massage anyone."
Saboteur looks vaguely disappointed. Marceline thinks for a bit before holding up her hands disarmingly.
"Have either of you just tried...apologizing?"
Saxton looks at Saboteur. Saboteur looks at Saxton. There is a long pause.
"...She's right."
Saxton looks away, sighing.
"Sucka, I'm sorry for all the things I said and did before Kingdom Come, and I'm sorry I made you give up your best friend for a spoon."
"And I'm sorry for infiltrating an evil DVD-counterfeiting child-enslaving crime ring dressed as an Easter Bunny just so I could kidnap him back."
"Are we gonna be cool from now on?"
Saboteur presumably smiles under his mask.
"Yeah, we'll be cool."
"Great!" squeals Marceline, clapping her hands and beaming. "I'll get the coffee and let you two talk shop."
She hurries off, and the two friends lean heavily on the table.
"As I was saying before we left," Saxton says, his voice low, "If we want to win, we need to get more than just angry. We need to focus, we need to strategize, and we need to figure out how exactly we're going to kick Strikeforce's ass. Again."
Saboteur nods. "I say we kill them."
"No! That would get us disqualified! We gotta think of a good strategy!"
Saxton slams a fist down on the table.
"Sucka, I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in Master Chop Onion's Ninja Academy, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on evil ninja syndicates, and I have over 300 confirmed ninja kills. I would have gotten none of these if it wasn't for my amazing strategic planning skills. Now, Master Chop Onion always used to say something in Chinese. I have no idea what the hell he said, because I don't speak Chinese, but I always imagined it was something like 'Know your enemy and you will know yourself'. Now, I thought we knew our enemy. We trained in their strategy and we pinned their rather amply-sized asses to the mat, one-two-three. So what the hell changed?"
"They got angry."
"Exactly. But now we are angry too. So if we take this anger and use it to become better than them, we have this match in the bag. What do they have that we don't?"
Saboteur ponders.
"The WZCW Tag Team Championships?"
"Exactly!" roars Action Saxton, taking a drink from the large mug of coffee Marceline has just handed him. "But what else? Nothing, that's what! But what do we have that they don't?"
"A cool theme song?"
"No, their's is pretty damn cool."
"A tower?"
"For all we know that fat sucka Stormrage made the team a tower already with Minecraft or something. Think deeper."
"An ever-changing team name that keeps the fans guessing?"
Action Saxton points at Saboteur. "Back up a bit, sucka, and say what you said again."
Saboteur looks confused. "Guessing?"
"Before that."
"Ever-changing?"
"After that."
"The fans?"
"You're damn right!" Saxton roars. "We have the fans on our side, and I think if I have learned anything by joining wrestling it's that I sure as hell like kicking ass when you have a whole lotta people wanting to see you do it! So let's recap this thing: We have the anger, we have their number, we have everything they have except for their belts, and now that we know what we are fighting for, how we will fight, and why, there is nothing that can stand in our way. Is this correct?"
Saboteur looks down at his hands and starts to count on his fingers. After a moment he gives up.
"Yes!" he shouts. "It's correct! I think!"
"Yes, it certainly is! We know those suckas like the backs of our hands, and when we channel our anger to punch their fool heads in and hit them with the Saxton Smackdown-"
"Saboteur Sweep!"
"-or the Super Touchdown, the only things those suckas will have over us is nothing!"
Saxton stands up and turns to the rest of the regulars in the diner, most of whom are looking on in rapt attention.
"Can you dig that?"
The customers roar in triumph, throwing napkins into the air. Marceline hugs Saxton and claps Saboteur on the shoulder.
"Go get 'em, boys!" she exclaims. "They'll have to permanently engrave your names on the belts by the time you're through!"
Action Saxton and Saboteur high-five and exit the bar to the sound of raucous cheers.