Building a Tag Team

[Chloe]

~The pairing of R-Truth and JTG sat in an empty board room behind a long table. They didn't look like they were dressed for a meeting but that was exactly the case. JTG had his boots kicked up on the table with Truth's eyes beaded about and he muttered to himself.~

JTG: Alright, man, if we're going to be a tag team we've got to get all the fundamentals down. Did you get gather up the broads?

R-Truth: They have been gathered. They are fully committed to wiping Little Jimmy from the face of the Earth.

JTG: ...Right. But what about the tag straps? Are they committed to that?

R-Truth: That is the secondary goal. But it is a priority.

~JTG still wasn't sure about this union. Mostly since Truth was utterly whacked out of his goard.~

JTG: So we got Barretta and Ryder. Shouldn't be that tough. Barreta's the Breakout Champion but he's a chump, man. A sucker. I'll mess him and his homie Ryder up. If they got a problem I'll beat their grandma's up too. That's how we do things in the hood, G. Ya got me?

R-Truth: ...Woo, woo, woo. Do you know what that is?

JTG: Stupid?

R-Truth: It's a code.

JTG: A code for what, man?

R-Truth: Every time Ryder says that he's broadcasting thetawaves straight into the brain of Little Jimmy. Fueling him. Making him stronger. It must be stopped.

JTG: ...Ya killin' me, son.

~Truth only looked into his palms and began speaking to them.~

JTG: Alright. whatever. Bring in the first chick! I NEED A REAL BITCH! CHEA!

R-Truth: You may enter.

~The door to the board room swung open and Mickie James stepped in. She was still clad in the clown face paint and was wearing black, tight pants white pin stripes. A similar top matched the bottoms. Her hands were covered by oversized Micky Mouse style gloves which she shook about vigorously.

Mickie James: WHAT'S UP?!

R-Truth: WHAT'S UP?!

~Truth grasped the sides of his head tightly.~

R-Truth: ..Damn it. Those brain waves still sink in sometimes. I will not dance nor rap. Do you hear me, Jimmy? I am not your puppet.

JTG: For real, man? Her?

R-Truth: She is a clown. Clowns are distracting. She would distract Ryder and Barreta.

JTG: A Game Cube and a box of hair gel would distract those two. Do we need a clown, man? What can she even do?

~Mickie held up a finger to indicate one moment. She rushed from the room and returned, wheeling in a colorful birthday cake.~

Mickie James: And it's not even my birthday! Do you want to like the icing?

R-Truth: Cake is distracting. Cake will distract Ryder and Barreta. Everyone loves cake.

Mickie James: Cake, cake, cake.

~Truth said this with the utmost seriousness.

JTG: Nah man. That's not gonna cut it. Can she do anything else?

~Mickie spun around and turned her back to the duo. When she turned back around she had someone spelled out the word "SWAG" with balloons. JTG removed his sunglasses and stared in admiration.~

JTG: That's amazing. That's tight right there. I think we found the one. And she's thick too.

R-Truth: NO.

JTG: Yeah, bruh, she's thick.

R-Truth: No. I mean we can't use her.

JTG: Why?

R-Truth: She's a spy. I can see one from a mile away.

Mickie James: WHAT?

R-Truth: DON'T YOU "WHAT" ME!

~Truth slammed his hands onto the table. Mickie sighed in disappointment and wheeled the cake out.~

R-Truth: Next.

~Aksana entered the room next. Covered in leather, her shapely body swayed with a seductive energy. She sat a chair in front of the table and brushed her dark hair aside. Truth and JTG were both standing at attention. With their eyes, perverts.~

JTG: ALRIGHT SHE WINS.

Aksana: Zack and Trent are both..fools. They have never been in the company of a woman such as myself.

~She glanced to her manicure before smirking, each word coming from her thick accent.~

Aksana: None of the men here have. Or the women for that matter.

~Truth and JTG looked to one another in approval.~

Aksana: You will the tag team titles if I am in your corner. The heart of a man is an easy one to navigate. Trent and Zack are no different.

~Cat-like, Aksana crawled her way along the smooth surface of the table.~

Aksana: I just want to have those big..golden..titles around my shoulders..

JTG: ...Swag.

R-Truth: I am inclined to agree.

Aksana: Their tandem has a bit more experience. Having been friends for so many years. But we can overcome this. That is if you are both ready..willing..and able..

~Aksana ran a few fingers along the platinum necklace along JTG's neck.~

Aksana: Platinum is nice but gold means so much more here. A victory over those..boys..will get us closer..

JTG: I like how you think.

R-Truth: She isn't a spy. I have an eye for these things. Are you prepared to join us and our mission to exterminate Little Jimmy and all of those who follow his path?

Aksana: I'm always ready.

~The words came out with more than a hint of lust.~

R-Truth: Then at Warfare...Trent...and Zack...are gonna...get...got...

JTG: CHEA!

~The three looked confident after this initial meeting as the scene faded.~