Clock's ticking, mate.

[Antonio Everrett]

The screen is dark for a moment but passes as the familiar hand of Antonio Everrett pulls away. He appears to be sat in a grungy gym, with visible mould spread across the back right corner of the tall white walls, with splotches of brick visible where the paint has worn away. A damp towel wrapped around his neck, his skin is glazed with sweat, and he holds a large water bottle in his right hand, as he turns his head to address the camera.

 

Everrett: I didn’t think we’d have to be doing this again to be honest, but how long has it been since we issued our final challenge to CQC? 53 bloody days and we couldn’t even get a text back? Literally f*ck all. The ‘Undisputed Tag Champs’ have been silent ever since they beat us at SummerCide, and I’ll tell you exactly why, because they know for a fact they got away with one big time.

 

Everrett rests his arms on his knees and leans forward.

 

Everrett: They know for a fact that they haven’t got the bottle to step into the ring with us one final time. But I digress. At the end of the day, we had a chance and we lost, twice! But if you’re gonna say no, don’t piss around with us and give us the silent treatment. We’ve been training all day everyday for almost two months, for a match we don’t even know that we’re gonna have.

 

As Everrett finishes his last sentence, from the solitary mirror located, the familiar sight of the second member of the Uncrowned, Doc Green, makes his way in front of the camera, in a similar physical state to his partner. He wears a black cap, with his dreadlocks poking out the back in a long ponytail, with matching black jogging bottoms and trainers, as well as a soaking towel draped over his left shoulder.

 

The two acknowledge each other’s presence with a nod, and Doc makes his way fully into frame, with an equally stoic focus, setting up a rickety folding chair and sitting down as he picks up from where his tag partner left off.

 

Doc: And while you two have been sunning it up in God knows what five-star beach resort in the middle of nowhere, we’ve been taking it back to our roots to remind ourselves just how much we want this. We only ask for one thing… the confirmation that you two have the balls to step into the ring again, where Ev and I are going to give you the fight of your lives.

 

Doc has a thousand yard stare in his eyes, but quickly snaps out of it and faces the camera again.

 

Doc: Yeah, maybe we did think that at Summercide, the belts would just fall into our laps; maybe we didn’t take it seriously enough. But I promise you this, this time, we have zero intention of underestimating our competition. You beat us fair and square, yes, but when the gimmicks, the smoke and mirrors, the surprise attacks from all those months ago are gone, we will out-wrestle you, and we will take those titles you hold so dear.

 

Everrett: Devil’s Night is almost here. Clock’s ticking, mate.

 

With that, Everrett stands up and walks towards the camera. The screen fades to black as he turns it off..

[Quartz]

You'll get your answer... Today.

 

Hope you're ready, "mate".

[KANG DOC]

““““Today””””

 

EDIT: Just seen CQC’s response ;).

[B-17]

So we meet again? Seems to be a continuation of a beautiful time.