With a little help from his brother, Mark Cain won the American championship last week. Tonight on Grapple Groove, he comes down to the ring to celebrate and taunt the fans about his victory. Looking like he just stumbled out of a tanning bed, Muscular Mark holds his golden championship belt above his head and then brings it down to start kissing it.
Announcer Felix Fatality groans, "Not the tongue!"
The other announcer Steve Dore states mildly, "He apparently loves being the champion."
The arena crowd boos loudly. Cain finally throws the belt over his left shoulder and picks up a microphone. "I told you to 'Mark my words' before my match with Bob Bluecollar, but none of you believed in me. But that was fine because one person believed in me. Well, two people counting myself, but one other person who wasn't me, and I'd like to bring him down here right now. My brother Abel Cain!"
"I still can't get over the fact that his name is Abel Cain. What were his parents thinking?" Fatality says.
"It's wrestling, Felix. It's best not to ask too many questions," Dore says.
Meateating metal pours out of the arena speakers and as the guitars shred, the drums crunch, and the bass bumbles, a tall, handsome man with a wide smile comes down the entrance ramp and waves at the fans, who tend to respond by flipping him off and throwing at him empty plastic glasses that once held beer.
Abel enters the ring and the brothers embrace. "I couldn't have done it without your faith in me, bro," Mark says.
"If by faith, he means clubbing his opponent from behind while the referee had his back turned, I'd agree," Fatality says.
Abel grabs a microphone too. "That's right, and we're going to get those tag team belts soon too."
The brothers high five.
"I want to puke," Dore adds.
Mark kisses his belt again as Abel continues, "And, as promised, I get the first shot at the title, right?"
Mark drops the belt and looks shocked at his brother. "That was the deal, right?" Abel says, looking puzzled at his brother's shocked expression.
Mark holds up his right hand, "Whoa, bro! You misunderstood me. I said if I ever lost the title, then I'd help you get a title shot, like you helped me. This way we could keep the belt in the family. But we aren't fighting each other. We're family, right?"
Abel punches his brother in the face, right near his new American flag tattoo, and storms out of the ring.
"Thanksgiving's going to be a little awkward at the Cain house this year, Steve," Fatality says.
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