Cody & Shane Gonna Rise Above Everything (WAR Promo)

[mysticbabydoll]

Cody has been looking for Shane everywhere for him, but can't find him anywhere. He takes out his cell phone, and texts him which he writes this.

Cody Jeriko
Look you got to talk to me, and we will make them pay for costing us the US Tag Team Championship just call me back when  you get this bye.
Cody wonders what is going through the mind of his brother, and they are taking on Troy Storms and Nick Torres. He isn't impressed with them, and they are not all that. After awhile he checks his phone, and he got no phone call as this is worrying. He takes a deep, and talks again.

Cody Jeriko

Troy and Nick you two think  your all that, but your not. You messed with the wrong team, and if I have to take  you on without my brother. Your wrong about us as we are close, and you two will not get away with that you did. You think costing us the US Tag Team Championship, but you will. You two are gonna find out that we are for real, and we will do more then get revenge as this isn't even close to being personal either cause it will take more then your words or insults to get to us.
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Shane is seen walking around, and he has his cell phone with him except he has it off. He just wasn't in the mood to talk to Cody, but he don't blame him. He knows the reason they lost the US Tag Team Championship, and he isn't gonna talk about them either. He glares at the camera, and starts talking.

Shane Jeriko

I am not in the mood to talk about this match, and I will leave that up to Cody. Still the ones that cost us the match will find out the hard way that they shouldn't have done it, and they really have nothing on us. They can call us all the names they want, but we do belong here. You know I am sick and tired of being called a jerk, and I am not one. I still want to team up with my brother, but I have been thinking it is time for a change. I will reveal what I am talking about later, but for right now I have some trainning to do.

Shane takes off, and the scene fades to black.

[Da Gangstas]

To the black jeans worn by Nick Torres who we see upon panning up to the Westsiders Edge clad in gangstas shirt with his hair slicked back. A pair of dark shades hanging on his shirt and Torres with thumbs hooked in his belt loops a bit relaxed and casual just says.

First things first, Cody and Shane, are goal is not to impress you as myself and the big goof Storms need not impress anyone around here. We have done enough and our careers speak more volume than your little mouth could ever do. Second, we don't care about some pissing match you think your in, we don't need to swing our dicks in comparison next to some insecure little twerps like the two of you. This is SEF, this is about wrestling, its about kicking your ass from pillar to post and making you realize that when you face Da Gangstas, you face only one possible outcome, losing!

A bit of a smirk now, that arrogance in Torres showing as usual and he just continues on.

What we did last week was prove that we can take you out anytime we want and now we have an actual match with you, just the four of us, two on two. And what exactly is it you two have ever done to impress anyone around here? What have you two ever done at all around SEF? Get handed Tag Titles and let them fall into shambles, become worthless around your waists!? You never acted as a team, you never once came out pushing for the Tag Titles to be recognized on a higher levele. You never, ever tried to make thos belts better. You just rode on the past, tried to act as if you were something to watch when half the arena went to the bathroom during your matches. Your both pathetic and the insults, please girls, if you think we insulted you in the past, your mistaken for all we did was be honest. It just happens that when being honest we sound brutal because the truth in your case hurts you a lot apparently. The truth is your on your way out or to remain at the bottom of SEF. Your both doomed to never, ever make it big here cause in order to do so, you would need someone else carrying your worthless asses around. By the way, it was the two of you who labeled yourself jerks! I and Storms only made light of the fact that you weren't acting like jerks, your too damns soft and too damn irrelevant to get over. You don't have what it takes for this business because you don't even bother to pay attention to what goes on around here, what your opponents do or say. You just make up shit in your head and act as if your opponents said or did that when in reality it only makes you look more and more ridiculous!

Torres nodding his head in disgust at the two so called Jerks when Storms comes in from the left. He wears his leather and dark shades, rests his right arm on Torres shoulder and sneers a bit as he says.

Stop wasting your breath on these two, they ain't worth it, they ain't worth spitting on!

And then Storms hacks up a loogie spitting it to the ground in front of him. He looks up smirking a bit as he says.

Shane and Cody, if you make it to Homecoming after tomorrow night's brutal beating from our hands, I promise you won't make it out of the Joe Louis Arena without the aid of a stretcher. Sunday August the twelve we come home to Detroit and rock the city to its foundation harder than anyone else and you get buried that night, unless of course you don't make it out of Grand Rapids tomorrow night!

And then he swings his right arm forward into the view crashing it to static, then fade to black.