2014.06.17: PWN - LEGACY - You heard us

On the Oakland side of The Bay Bridge, the flickering light provides enough to show two figures with their back towards the camera. One wore a #30 Golden State Warriors jersey, that player being Stef Curry. The other was more casual with a long sleeved, regular styled solid colored <gold> shirt which fell over a pair of khakis. With a slow clap, the shorter of the two figures turned around showing himself to be Miles Lozio. Keeping the slow round of sarcastic applause going, Miles couldn't help but to smile at whatever was crossing his mind all as the taller figure, who turned out to be Dante Lozio turned around as well but he kept himself leaned against the bridge itself. A car whizzed by the duo, the sudden rush of wind nearly knocked the camera man over as he fixed the camera on the brotherly duo.

"You've shown to be nothing more than a mouthy little bastard, Prince."

"A mouth that's gonna be wired shut after Friday comes and goes."

Miles nodded his head at his brother's words and continued.

"We've sat back and allowed you two to take your potshots and we're not impressed. For thirty years it's been the same old.. same old. You're better than us, you're more successful.. this and that, whatever. I've said that, you're just repeating the same old, tired nonsense. Yeah, we get it. The Treborns own the state of California as far as a pro wrestling family dynasty goes-- but the one thing you're failing to understand is it's a different time. It's not 1984 anymore, your time.. it's over."

Fired off in a total 'matter of factly' way, Dante stood proud to the side of his brother.

"As usual, Prince's ego is getting the best of him-- we didn't need to say anything back, we've said all that needs to be said. You're beatin' at a dead horse with that talk, I can't WAIT until I get the chance to get my hands around your scrawny little throat. I can't WAIT until I've got the chance to punch you square in the face and wire your mouth shut! You're not just vertically challenged, you're mentally incapable of understanding what it means to be a champion. Just because your family has had success, it doesn't mean you're destined to follow suit.. not especially when you've got the two meanest son of a bitches in your way."

Dante's words BOOMED like thunder, it hit hard but it proved that the confidence wasn't gone. Despite the battle of words going on, Miles and Dante wouldn't allow Prince and Ripper to get into their heads, that'd be them admitting defeat. Instead, Miles and Dante looked at the situation as a way to allow the fuel to burn, to allow them to get more annoyed with The Treborn Curse to be pushed to all lengths to SMASH them.

"Your reign of terror, it's going to come to an end on Friday. I've never been that sure on something in my life. I know Dante agrees with me when I say that it's time for a change-- and it's gonna be a change that we're proud to bring forward. No more are the days of Treborns being shoved down the throats of the fans anywhere this side of the United States. But anyway.. To give you a bit of history-- to show you about how understanding with where we're from. At this very moment, where we're standing? This is an important landmark for our family. See.. This bridge though boys, it represents something.. something dear to us. It's what separates us.. from you. When we're on THIS side of the bridge--"

Miles drew an imaginary line in the air with his finger.

".. win or lose, this is OUR territory. Treborn blood has spilled in Oakland time and time again.. so much that your uncle King doesn't even look this way anymore. This bridge-- it keeps out the punks and posers, or well, the Treborns. On Friday, we're crossing this bridge and heading towards Carson, we're bringing all we've got and THEN some and best believe Princey Boy, we're not going to fail in our effort to take back what belongs to us. We're leaving behind everything we're familiar with in an effort to finally take the fight to you son of a bitches and show you that.. unlike a lot of the other so-called 'dynasties' out there-- we won't back down because of who you are."

Running his fingers down the side of his goatee, Miles seemed to be excited for the opportunity at hand. Dante was rolling his shoulders over and over again, all as he had the physique of an absolute beast. Stepping forward though and resting his elbow on his brother's shoulder, Dante cocked his head back with a smug grin crossed over his face.

"Maybe at a time long ago.. like when dinosaurs walked the Earth you've had the right to spit that nonsense you're doing now. But in 2014?! Nah, no way. We've come a long way from where we once was and we're not going to sit back and take second anymore. For the first time in a long time Prince, you're going to be FORCED to play second fiddle to the now more superior team of brothers."

Miles confirmed his brother's words with a nod of his head.

"I look forward to wrestling Ripper, despite being the stronger of you two, he seems smarter to know his role and NOT push buttons.. but then again, when you're of average size you develop a complex.. right Prince? You're just a sour, small little guy-- smile once a while bro. With how you boast, you'd think you're the Mayor McCheese or something. But then again.. if I knew I had to face off against the best brotherly duo in Professional Wrestling today.. I wouldn't be too happy neither. How can you? It's all but done-- we're walking into the Carson Community Center on Friday and I *am* going to out-wrestle the wrestler of your family in Ripper. Dante? He's going to beat up the fighter in your family.. you. The winds of change are a blowing Napoleon.. Don't say I didn't tell you so."

Hoisting his right arm into the air and bending his elbow upwards, Miles held the position until Dante hooked it with his left arm.. firing off what had been known as The Lozio Cross. Keeping the position for a few more moments, they held it until the camera faded off.. as The Lozios were ready for war.. The match wouid be a complete FIGHT.