Another tag match promo

(Our scene begins in a classroom setting as we see Coach Hank, donned in his Breckenridge High wrestling tracksuit, standing in front of a blackboard with his back turned to the camera. He feverishly writes away on the board, spelling out his name along with the subject of today’s class: Sports Education. Coach Hank spins around, taking his place at his desk as he looks at the camera and blows a whistle while looking at a clipboard full of notes.)

ROLE CALL, KIDS!

I hope you’re all in front of your screens right now, watching and listening! All of you people who scoffed at me, doubted me, or just outright didn’t WANT to hear me out the last time I spoke on the state of DOMINION - I want you to fully take in this follow up. Matter of fact, who am I kidding, I KNOW you’re all in attendance after the lesson I handed out on the previous show! LIVE in front of millions around the world I stepped into the ring against two of the most touted competitors on the roster: Jacob Striker and Lillie Saint! A pair which many thought would be an easy winner! Everyone had them on their betting odds against me because they were perceived as younger, more likable, more excited, more marketable, all of that jazz and extra flash that don’t mean shit when it comes to an actual athletic competition! Wrestleworld pumps so much money into promoting them and a few of the other goofballs they believe can be sold as the faces of this show, and they surely stacked the deck to make them look good by pairing me up with the biggest handicap possible! I was handed perpetual loser and garbage wrestler Daniel Horror and more or less told to turn chicken shit into chicken salad. Most people would have folded and fell victim to the machine and they’re new toys they’re pushing to the moon, but I ain’t most guys in that locker room. I put up a fight! I managed to make DANIEL HORROR look like a viable partner because I’m that damn good.

Shoot, I had big shot Jacob Striker so frustrated that he ended up cutting his losses and putting hands on ol’ Lillie Saint. Yeah, I’ll take credit for it. I’d try to save face and look like a tough guy too if I knew I was getting punked by a guy double my age while he practically had an arm tied behind his back with his ball and chain of a partner! While Jacob got some of his heat back and managed to get his pathetic excuse of a name buzzing, it was nothing compared to the fact of what I accomplished. I outshined two of the biggest young guns on this roster! The roster that's all about the future! All about the up and comers! I spat on the standard those kids are putting out and closed the show with a REAL wrestler getting the victory. The same is in store for this week as I get my chance to defeat Zane - the Territorial Champion- and Don Jordan once again! Don as far as I'm concerned is old news. He's a bum! His purpose was lost the night he came here acting like he'd be the Michael Jordan of wrestling only to be outclassed by me with an hundred pound difference. All he had going for him was his size and I cooled the jets on that gimmick out of the gate. Shit, I've beaten him down twice already between my debut and the lumps I got in on him at World Domination! As for you Zane, Mrs. Thing. You're just going to be example number....what is it? Four? Five? I'm losing count? Belt or no belt, all you really are is another name for me to log down. I am the textbook definition of what a PROPER champion is! What a PROPER athlete is meant to be! You've walked around defeating a bunch of tomato cans and sissies but you haven't faced a true rough and tough, battle tested GROWN MAN. DOMINION has been your territory but that's only because nobody with actual guts has occupied it until now. You're a pisspoor example for this new class of wrestlers. A passing phase that's soon going to be out the door just like your predecessor. The only purpose you serve, this coming Saturday on DOMINION, is a visual for these cats out there to learn how easily these flavors of the month can be broken down.

For my assistant in this lesson Apollo St Paul, take notes on what Daniel Horror did. Keep your mouth shut, keep your head down, listen to what I have to say and take the easy W. We'll be in and out in a matter of five minutes against these geeks. Guaranteed!

(Coach Hank blows his whistle.)

Class is over......but the pain is only just beginning this week!