Time for a Return

[dantesinferno]

Camera finds Brittany James in the gym, a look of anger and frustration on her face, as she works the stationary bag with punches and kicks. From behind her, Dante S. Inferno enters the gym, a grim look on his face.

Dante: Listen, sorry I was too late on that one. Knew I should of been ringside the whole time.

Brittany: Its not your fault. I should of seen it comeing and been ready. I can't believe I let myself get jumped like that! It's not your job to watch my back at all times.

Dante: Its a new fed for all of us. We don't have that comfort zone of knowing who to keep an eye on, and who we know we'll get a fair fight with. But, we still do have one advantage.

Brittany: Yeah, and whats that? A better gym?

Dante: Nah. We know how to work together. You and me. We went up against the odds before and came out on top before, I say we do it again.

Brittany: Dante, there's a good reason WHY we stopped tagging. That hasn't changed. If anything, the reason is stronger here than the past.

Dante: Yeah I know. I was often content with just being able to fight, you wanted to win. My goals are rarely on the gold, but simply to beat down guys I think are in the wrong. But, at least this time, we're both after the same thing.

Brittany: Fine, say we do tag up again. Are you going to give me your word that there won't be any of your usual prolonging a match simply to deal more damage? If you see an opprotunity to win, you'll take it?

Dante: This time around, I promise. If I see a chance for us to strip the titles from MoV, I will go for the win, not for the blood.

Brittany: Good. Fine, if they accept, I'll team up with you against them. Better shake off that ring rust old man, I'm still at the top of my game. You need to get back on yours.

Dante chuckles, before suddenly punching the stationary bag, breaking it off its chain, sending it tumbling into a corner.

Dante: Just set them up... and I can take them down... its time we put an end to the corrupted pair of MoV...