SD 41: TCM vs Sanders/Brantley

[Ben Jacobs]

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[The Davids Brothers]

"Arkansas Or Bust"

A black 1997 Pontiac Sunfire slowly pulls over and parks at the curb in front of The Davids Brothers duplex. The driver steps out, wearing black sunglasses, a black t-shirt and a pair of weathered jeans. He has mid length dark brown hair and a full length beard.



This bearded man knocks at the door of the duplex, but after a couple taps he realizes that the door is already slighty ajar and pushes his way inside. His jaw drops a little when he sees the inside. Everything is gone.

Bearded Man: Adam!?! Brock!?! Where are you guys?

His voice is deep and he has some sort of accent. It sounds European, but it is hard to place. After a few seconds the Davids Brothers emerge from a back room.

Bearded Man: What the f@ck happened here? Did you get f@ckin robbed or what?

Adam: Nice to see you too, Markus.

Markus: Oh stop crying like a little girl and come over here and give your cousin a hug!

Like a dog that just got caught peeing on the floor, Adam walks over to his cousin, tail between his legs, with his brother Brock not far behind. Markus squeezes the life out of both of them.

Markus: Hows your dad, by the way?

Adam: Dad died about a year ago. You knew that.

Markus: Oh yeah thats right. I'm sorry, my memory is not what it used to be.

Theres an awkward pause in the conversation. During which, Markus surveys the empty duplex, which jogs his memory.

Markus: Seriously though, where is all your sh!t? Don't tell me you've been living in Jersey for f@ckin' three months and you don't have any furniture.

You can just tell Markus thinks he is a badass, especially with the way he curses like a rebellious pre-teen. His whole demeanor is just kinda laughable. He really gives off this lackey in a gangster movie type vibe.

Instead of answering with words, Adam just points out a dirty window. Markus turns around and looks at the mound of crap sitting at the curb. The neon lawn chairs, the urine smelling couch, the blue inflattable matresses. With a huge grin on his face Markus turns back to the Davids Brothers.

Markus: You guys sure were living the life of luxury, huh? Why is all of your sh!t out there? Did you get some real furniture?

Adam: I guess now is as good of a time as any to let you know. Brock and I don't need to borrow your car to go to Newark.

Markus: Where do you need to go? Jersey City? Hoboken?

Adam: Arkansas.

Markus: Arkansas!?! Arkansas!?! I love you like a brother Adam, but I am not letting you take my baby to Arkansas.

Adam: Please Markus. We have a booking there. We will pay you back as soon as we get the money.

Markus: Its too risky.

Adam: We will pay you back double what you paid for the car.

Markus: I'm sorry Adam, but I'm going to have to say no. You two aren't exactly reliable.

Adam: But we've changed Markus!

Markus: I'm sorry.

Markus turns to leave when, for the first time today, Brock makes his presence felt. He steps forward, gets both hands on Marcus' shirt and lifts his cousin off the ground.

Brock: Listen Markus, Adam and I are leaving with the Sunfire. Whether we have to go through you or not is up to you.

Markus: Alright, alright. You can have the car.

Brock lowers Markus to his feet.

Markus: But you have to pay me triple what I paid for it.

Brock lifts Markus back off his feet with a snarl on his face.

Adam: Deal.

Brock looks back at his brother Adam in disbelief.

Brock: Don't let this little weasel do this Adam.

Adam: If we had more time, I would be right there with you, but the fact of the matter is, if we don't leave now we are gonna be late.

Reluctantly, Brock lowers his slimy cousin Markus back down. Markus regains his composure and pulls the keys out of his jeans pocket. Before he can hand them over, Brock snatches the keys out of Markus' hand.

Adam: Alright, let's go.

Brock and Adam exit the duplex with Markus following shortly behind.

Markus: How am I supposed to get home?

Without turning around, Brock shrugs his shoulders and the Davids continue walking towards the vehicle.

Markus: I want my money by the end of July!

Brock: Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

Brock and Adam enter the Sunfire. Adam starts the car.

Brock: We aren't really gonna pay that @sshole are we?

Adam: Not a chance.

As soon as his sentence ends, Adam puts the car and drive and swiftly pulls away. He looks in the rear view mirror at the heap of trash sitting at the curb and he can't help but feel hopeful as they head off towards Arkansas with nothing but a car and the clothes on their backs.

Several hours after leaving New Jersey in Markus' 1997 Pontiac Sunfire, the Davids Brothers arrive in the parking lot of the Fayetteville Boys and Girls Club. As they walk up and enter the building, Brock starts a conversation.

Brock: So whats the gameplan?

Adam: Gameplan for what?

Brock: The match tonight. Sanders and Brantley.

Adam: The gameplan is to send the entire RCW tag team division a message.

Brock: And what message is that?

In a high, horror movie child voice, Adam responds.

Adam: We're back!