Dusty Griffith/Garret Bishop vs Team ELITE

[Ryan Cooke]

Good luck to all!

[teamelite]

"The night was supposed to be ours; Team ELITE was expected to stand tall in the end. But the heroes had to spoil our fun, taking what was rightfully ours. Chris Butler and Daniel Corey were supposed to walk right into the Target Center and walk away PPW Tag Team Champions. But alas, we were wronged when Dusty Griffith and Garret Bishop emerged victorious."

[Daniel Corey was walking along the street in a pair of blue jeans, white Nike dunks with a blue swoosh and a white t-shirt. His swagger was unmatched as he took each stride with a "Fuck you" attitude. The street did not matter, neither did the people he passed and the weather.]

[It was all about him.]

"Well, we went fifty-fifty over last weekend. When we expected to get two sets of belts, we didn't strike out completely. We are your new International Influence Openweight Tag Team Champions. That automatically makes us the best tag team in all of Canada."

[Corey was a focused, determined man. His head was held higher than high and his face was painted with success. His bleached blonde hair now looked gold compared to the other blonde haired people along the sidewalks.]

"I'd like to say the "TE Brand" is as strong as ever, but we have a weak link in the chain. The weakness has been pointed out as Demetrius Burrell conquered the so-called great legend, C.J. Rowell. But what happened later that night is the talk of the company. Who took out the 'Blockbuster'? I'd like to take the blame, but Chris and I were at the club after our match."

[He definitely did not have a caring look on his face.]

"We left after our match because losing to Griffith and Bishop left a piss poor taste in my mouth. The only cure was a few drinks, some dancing with the Twin Cities skanks and then a plane ride home the next morning. So while I hate the man's guts, it sadly wasn't me."

[His smile was brighter and bolder than ever before. The gleam in his eyes was one of a champion. He felt right.]

"Now, Team ELITE gets the chance to right the wrongs and take those PPW Tag Team Titles and bring them back to their rightful owners. Since the inception of PPW, we've done everything in our power to be the most dominating force around. We're the best team alive today. Griffith and Bishop got lucky and they know it. Come Showdown, TE will be at the top of the ladder once again."

[He kept on walking as the camera faded out.]

[teamelite]

[Daniel Corey was all smiles as he sat at the oak table in the eat-in kitchen of his two bedroom apartment he shared with Chris Butler. Casually in blue jeans and a white t-shirt, Corey had a huge grin showing through his brown beard as he watched his "shadow", Carlos Rodriguez, mopping the kitchen floor.]

"Hey chico, you missed a spot."

[Rodriguez, the Puerto Rican, looked up with a hateful glare; his temper was rising quickly. Corey pointed down by his feet, then proceeded to spit on the white tile. Rodriguez slammed the mop down in anger, then nearly ripped the wifebeater off his torso.]

"Whoa, killer. Just because your homie, Rowell, is in a hospital bed doesn't mean you still aren't my bitch."

[He reiterated his point.]

"You missed a spot, bitch."

[Rodriguez slowly bent down and grabbed the mop from the floor, gritted his teeth, bit his tongue and returned to his chore.]

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"You know something, I said all along that we are the best. Forget The Sex Symbols, they're paper champions since we've already proved we can beat them. Those World Tag Titles are on them until whomever is running that division opens his or her eyes and gets on the ball."

[Daniel Corey was in his red carpeted living room. On the black suede sofa, he kicked his feet up and watched television as he talked.]

"We walked into Revenge and did what we wanted to do. We left with the biggest tag team prize outside of the World Titles that this alliance can bestow upon a tag team. We are the new Openweight Tag Team Champions."

[Corey smiled brightly as he tapped the gold face plate.]

"But enough about JD Hart and Sean Peters, these fools are old news. The new sensation sweeping the nation is TE, bitch. And we're taking these belts on the road now, son. We're going to take them to PPW on Sunday and show those idiots Griffith and Bishop who the real champs are. Then we're going to get Ryan Corey on the phone, buy him a dildo and get booked in innovaPRO and smack their teams around."

[Corey looked to the left and found Rodriguez doing continuous push ups. He shook his head at the MMA fighter turned wrestler.]

"C-Roid, stop grunting damn it. I told you to do my push ups and the only time I grunt is when I shove it deep up in your moms."

[Rodriguez stopped and looked up at his newest enemy. He mouthed the words "I hate you" before he continued doing push ups.]

"Where was I? Oh... yeah, so after we show those hicks in Missouri a thing or two, I'm going to get Ramsey on the phone and get the belts over to S-Pro and smack them around for a while. When we finish that round, we're going to bitch slap those two HRW idiots Azrael and Jace and take their belts as well."

[Corey took a glass of what can only be assumed is just cola and splashed Rodriguez with it.]

"And we're the fucking best."

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[The door in the kitchen swung open and the big man of the team, Chris Butler came through in blue jeans, a red Varitek Red Sox jersey and white sneakers. He closed the door and the first sight he saw when he turned back into the kitchen was Rodriguez.]

"I fucking hate Corey."

[C-Rod's face was dripping wet with caramel colored liquid and he had cola all over his wifebeater.]

"How can you stand him?"

[Butler just shook his head and walked on past Rodriguez.]

[ramsey]

...and here he is...

It's been a long time coming.

Wearing gold, and on his way up. He never dreamed it would be like this. But even out of his element, he's been successful.

Ladders, three way brawls, nothing at all like the clean, lines of Jason Ramsey's promotional style. No, these guys get into different wars. Personal wars.....violent wars.

That's fine by Garret Bishop. He learned how to follow the rules and beat men on the mat, in the ring. But those rules also kept him in check. Now, he can let the aggression take him where it will. He can un-cage the beast. He can use technique and ability and merge it with his natural drive to win at all costs. His hands have broken people before, and they will again. Let them bring chairs, let them bring ladders. He'll bring hooks and suplexes. They can draw blood, he will end careers. He's ready...

Team Elite thinks they're ready. They're already celebrating...that's a mistake. They're not ready for Bishop and Griffith. They have no idea the danger they find themselves in. Pain comes to those who disregard it...

The spot light is on, and he has all the ability in the world. This is his time, and it's only just begun...

[James]

[Victory.]

[They say winning forgives all sins, covers up all blemmishes, and masks a rotten stench in the world sports.]

[You would think in the world of professional wrestling that it'd be the same, right?]

[You would think it surely could do such a thing for someone such as Dusty Griffith, right?]

[You would think.]

[And you would be wrong.]

[We would all be wrong.]

[The Lord above would be wrong.]

[Because while Dusty is in fact pleased with capturing the Pure Pro Tag Team Titles with his good friend and teammate Garret Bishop.]

[He just can not scratch this one persistent itch that has been driving him up the wall since the day Pure Pro Wrestling kicked off it's first night.]

[That itch of course is Daniel Corey.]

[The bane of Dusty Griffith's existence.]

[In spite of foiling Team ELITE's treachery at Redemption and becoming Pure Pro's first tag team champion, the fact still remains.]

[Daniel Corey pisses Dusty Griffith off to no end.]

[And until the Wild Bronco from Boise gets his chance to wring Corey's neck, it will continue to aggrivate him endlessly.]

[It's really bordering on obsession.]

[No one has been able to truly get under Dusty's skin like Corey.]

[And when that night comes where Daniel Corey has nowhere to hide and nowhere to run.]

[All of this pent of up aggression is going to either be the end of Daniel Corey.]

[Or.]

[It's going to be just another way for Daniel Corey to somehow side step the raging bull and stick him with another sword in the back.]

[Until then, Griffith waits as patiently as he can.]

[But his normally cool demeaner and infinite patience is wearing awfully thin.]

[May this coming Sunday will be the day?]