Cleansing the Evil, Part II: "Tag-Team Turmoil"

[The O'Connor Brothers]

Cleansing the Evil, Part II: "Tag-Team Turmoil"

"It's better to be good than evil, but one achieves goodness at a terrific cost. At what cost do good men who do evil achieve their own goodness?"

Well God gave us A big black eye
And the Devil puts a steak on it and says it's alright
They tell us we must choose a side
So why does the darker one seem so bright?

The worlds telling us we're doomed
And they don't approve of Pitch Forks & magic with brooms
Now I've got a question for you,
Well if Gods so fuckin' perfect, Why'd he fuck up on you?

They tell us if we pray that when we die,
We will go to a better place
Well I don't want to do the things I should
'Cause It feels good to be evil
'Cause evil Is good

Standing on one of New York's lesser-fine manufactured subway trains; they waited crowded with some of the nation's most angry people. Quite angry themselves the O'Connor brothers stepped off the subway train, coming off a tough loss they nearly prevented themselves. Now was time for more important matters they needed to tend to, such as dealing with those whose actions they couldn't simply ignore. Keeping quietly to themselves they walked side by side, sunglasses shielding their eyes as they blended into the crowd. Black wool coats stretched down their upper torsos firmly, swaying along in identical faded blue jeans down their legs. They were highly focused on what had to be done, punishing the vile, repulsive, and cold-blooded men behind this young girl's murder.

Austin-"So what's the plan?"

Austin mutters to his brother, curling a hand around the cigarette placed between his lips as he sparks the end of it.

Aidan-"First, we get downtown and we get what we can from Hugh-he's the only one who'd know how we can find these blokes. Then, we strap ourselves up with some fine firepower and then we belt these bastards a bloody good arse-kickin'."

Hugh Mason was a New York detective who remained closely affiliated with the boys since Agent Smecker resigned for retirement years ago. Hugh works as inside detail and information on criminals, whereabouts, and other useful knowledge they need. After several minutes of hiking several blocks they made it to Hugh's office building, heading straight to his door.

[ Knock, knock, knock ]

Hugh-"C'mon in."

Slowly pushing the door open the brothers step into Hugh's office having a few bruises and bumps to sport, as they quietly sit down. Hugh standing in his white t-shirt and leather jacket stands, dangling his badge from a chain around his neck as he stands. The bright sunlight creeping through the blinds gleams along his short dark hair, as he finally sits down as well.

Hugh-"Been a while since I've seen you two pass through here, you get into another memorable bar fight I see?"

Hugh mutters rubbing his index finger along a cheek, gesturing to the brothers who appear a little bruise and battered. Aidan and Austin quietly turn to glance at one another, as they look back to Hugh and shake their heads silently.

Austin-"N-no...we...we had our debut match in that APW company we signed with a few weeks ago."

Austin grumbles before scratching the back of his head gently, lowering his attention towards the tile floor as he clears his throat.

Hugh-"Didn't quite go as you expected I assume, did it?"

Hugh mutters before glancing to Aidan who simply shakes his head as well, while Hugh exhales perking a brow before opening a filing cabinet. Thumbing through a few folders before pulling one from the cabinet, he slides it across his desk to Austin and Aidan. Aidan pulls the folder from the desk and flips it open, as both he and Austin appear suddenly horrified by what they're seeing through the look in their eyes.

Hugh-"The family's house maid was the only other person in the home, but she was gunned down at the back door. The little girl was sitting in the living room and forced to watch, poor girl was so afraid she didn't even know what to do. She was taken from her home sometime in the morning two days ago, our Crime Scene unit confirmed she was brutally assaulted first, before they started cutting her up and everything."

Snapping the folder shut, Aidan lifts his eyes to Hugh and grunts.

Aidan-"Where do we find the bastards that did this to that little girl?"

Austin-"Names, addresses, phone numbers, we'll take anything."

Austin pushes on, clenching a fist as his fingertips curl against the arm-rest of his chair.

Hugh-"That's why I'm glad the two of you walked in, this folder just came in a few hours ago-it's got details of three suspects we found related to the homicide."

Hugh replies softly holding up another folder, handing it over the desk to Austin. Several men who've had warrants out for arrest, outstanding tickets, convictions of second degree murder, assault, and trespassing.

Aidan-"We'll deal with these cold-blooded bastards, but in the meantime we need you to keep the heat off our backs. We don't want anyone getting suspicious about our little "investigation" of our own."

Austin-"Aye."

Hugh nods carefully.

Hugh-"Yeah sure whatever you guys need, I'll have patrol stay closer to the department for the next few days. That should give you two all the time you need, anything else just let me know."

Hugh extends his arms out to either side with a smirk, as the brothers scoop up both folders and stand. Giving Hugh a friendly handshake before stepping out the door, moving down the hallway as they plan the next move...

Three hours later...

They made a final stop at Roddy's house, Roddy was a long-time friend of the boy's since they were kids. Roddy had spent years in prison and finally had made bail, and now out of prison still continued the same routine. Roddy ran their errands, bought their groceries, helped them when they need an extra hand. Roddy was also a bit of a cluts, not the brightest guy ever, although he did tend to crack jokes, and usually get himself beat up. Approaching the house the boys stepped out of the taxi before flipping the driver his money, while Roddy downed a bottle of beer on his porch.

Roddy-"Austin!-Aidan! What the hell brings you little crazy fucks to this side of town huh?!"

Roddy shouts with a grin before slapping his bottle down along the railing, embracing both the boys with hugs as they climbed the front steps. Roddy was a slim Irish drunk, usually mistaken for the best Johnny Knoxville identical twin, but never close with the impression. So Roddy thought anyway...

Aidan-"Ay Ruddy'...we got some um, business to deal with brother..."

Aidan muttered holding up the folders as Roddy glanced to them, then to Austin and Aidan who replied with a smile.

Roddy-"Shit well let's get inside and get this thing going, eh? I got cold beers in the fridge help yourself-hey Lisa! Get your ass off the couch and grab these boys a fucking beer!"

Roddy screamed through the screen porch door, appearing to be yelling at his apparent "girlfriend" who sprawled out across the couch watching cartoons.

"Lisa"- "Get in here and get them yourself, asshole."

The woman shouted back.

Roddy (chuckling)-"Yeah if I had a rock I'd bust you upside your head, bitch."

Roddy mumbles before taking a swig of his beer, opening the front door for the two brothers.

Roddy-"C'mon."

Slipping inside and down into the basement, the boys had to almost stop and absorb in the view of their current surroundings. Several years it'd been since they set foot in Roddy's basement, as they slowly looked around at the cement block-fortified walls. All covered with a wide array of heavy artillery rifles, pistols, and explosives used by the military.

Roddy-"Help yourselves boys, happy shopping..."

[ To Be Continued. ]

A bright glow of light suddenly appears fixed upon the camera lens, as the picture adjusts and focuses it now appears to be a light bulb. The camera angle fixed squarely upon a lamp dangling from a ceiling, while the camera remains on the ground pointed upwards. Suddenly, the O'Connor brothers Austin and Aidan appear coming into view, kneeling over the lens with a smirk upon both of their faces.


Aidan-"Say brother, do you think they're wondering just what happened last week? You know, after we spent hours of training and hard work to master our skill in the ring. While signin' autographs and obeyin' our President Jeff's request. Or do you think they just watch this shite to see us two fine gentleman do some good ol bar-brawlin' violence?"

Aidan pauses, and turns his head looking over at his brother Austin.

Austin-"Well, that and we drink a whole lot of beer."

Austin tries to mumble to his brother gesturing before both break into a short laughter, bowing their heads looking back down at the camera.

Austin-"But I will say this to those that doubt us, our dear friends the AKA gave us a fine battle in our last encounter. No doubt they are one of the shining teams in this company, but soon it shall be our turn to shine. Brighter than any pot o' gold the land of Ireland has ever seen, because when we bring home the gold...it's going to be TAG-TEAM GOLD."

Aidan-"That's the spirit!"

Aidan playfully slugs his brother in the bicep.

Austin-"Aidan and I have seen our share of battles, and we've seen our share of upset losses and taken our beatings. Thas' ancienty history now lads, it's now OUR time to give back these people what they so rightfully deserve. Say Aidan, what do you suppose that might be perhaps?"

Austin lifts his head looking to Aidan a bit puzzled yet curious, softly scratching his black leather gloved hand along his stubble shaved chin with a smirk. Aidan immediatly nods his head and points to his brother, appearing to have the perfect answer.

Aidan-"Glad you asked dear brother, I believe you're referring to the bar-brawling, high-flying, risk-taking, hardcore-piling, back-breaking, unforgettable Tag-Team division!"

They pause, as the brothers look to one another before bumping knuckles with a grin.

Aidan-"But before we begin tearing down the house in the Tag-Team division and polishing those shiny gold belts soon to be ours, we have one "small" problem."

Aidan lifts his head gesturing with his black leather gloved hands to Austin, showing it literally is a "small" problem. Austin nods with a enthusiastic expression, and mutters the same.

Austin-"A very small problem."

They both peer back down at the camera.

Aidan-"You see lads several weeks ago my dear brother here and I, were sauntering about when we stumbled upon a little leprechaun. This short and quite mischievous little fellow was quite rude, yet he was kind enough to provide as a good bar stool. Now, my brother Austin and I are both good sports-we didn't want any hard feelings to come about, but I tell you this little fellow definitely deserved a good arse kickin'."

Austin slightly leans over the camera and places a hand on Aidan's shoulder and nods.

Austin-"I'll handle this from here brother, go grab us a couple of pints and we'll do this thing the right way."

Aidan smirks and turns away as he disappears from the camera's view, appearing to head to the fridge judging from the noise in the background. Cat screams and glass bottles clanking together followed by more racket, as Austin turns back towards the camera below.

Austin-"Tonight we step up our game and square off against two of the most egotistical, thick-headed, narcissistic-infested, and quite honestly-biggest tools my brother and I have ever seen. You see Biggs and Cyrus, my brother and I did attend AA meetings in the past and we did face a lot of our...problems."

Austin nods while resting his forearm across his knee, leaning just above the camera while remaining just off to the side of the screen.

Aidan-"Aye!"

Aidan yells from the background.


Austin-"Aidan that's Dah's old whiskey from '54..."

Austin suddenly pauses, looking to his brother Aidan off-screen as he makes a remark about a bottle of whiskey.

Aidan-"No it's not..."

The sound of a cork being popped echoes in the distance, followed just seconds shortly after by the sound of a grunt in disgust.
Aidan-"UGH! WHAT THE BLOODY-?!"

Suddenly Aidan appears zipping past Austin above the camera, who vanishes into the background once again. While a bathroom door is heard flying open off the hinges, and several sounds of "dry-heaving" begin to radiate loudly. Slowly turning his head back to the camera and shakes his head, as if snapping himself out of it Austin clears his throat.

Austin-"Right now where were we lads, oh yeah-so thank you again for the arrogant remarks about us true Irish. Displaying your witless and uncouth remarks about drinking, no matter-Aidan and myself suspected you two to be lightweights anyhow."

Austin chuckles.

Austin-"You know, the people who sit at the bar with their fancy dresses and their shiny little purses, yeah the ones drinking those Cramberry juices and Shirley Temples. The girlie drinks-that's it!"

After several minutes of vomitting in the distance and the sound of a toilet flushing, Aidan appears stepping back into the camera's view. Taking a moment or two to finally catch his breath, before kneeling down beside his brother in the camera's view.

Aidan-"Not only that-you eejits believe us fine gentlemen would go into this competition without some research? Well sorry to disappoint you lads but you're sorely mistaken, thanks to our old mates the A.K.A after a couple of drinks that is. See, Biggs. People like you and your partner for life over there Cyrus; people like you give us Irish a bad reputation. You bring such shame to our homeland-to our people, that it's no wonder why so few respect OUR country! You sit there and demoralize our name and image, just by displaying fourth your own. Your sub-par performances, your credit that was never your own, and of course that shiteload of guff you continue to spew from your trap, lad."

Aidan pauses.

Austin-"Not to mention a guy like Cyrus who talks a big game, but as we do recall checking-ya' haven't beaten anyone pal. Sure-you've gone and made your rounds beating a load of nobodies here and there, but never anyone notable. Which makes you just about as worthy for shiny Championship gold as, well about as much as that John Green bloke is for the matter. A few lads many times over if memory serves me right from checkin', which makes you a jobbing-little whore just as many times over."

Austin tilts his head to his brother and nods.

Aidan-"Aye never the less, when it comes to blokes like you two—when it comes to new blood like us, we give them the first impression they deserve-directly to the nearest hospital. Y'see Biggs we know men like you and Cyrus are nothing more than merely men who believe in their own hype; you've deemed yourselves with such a irrational gimmick and has solemnly believed they are united with their little..."establishment". I'm not quite sure you lads have had your ears cleaned out, but you're no Jonas Brothers that's for sure. Though, you both do seem to share the likeness in homosexuality and attraction to young, nerdy high school females."

The brothers laugh.

Austin-"You know what your problem is though-you two have only come to know winning to a certain degree. The very degree of having a short, talentless, weak and nit-witted opponent whom you two were rigged to beat before the match had even been made in stone. Tackling an opponent whom while they dragged their bodies to the ring, they seemed to be invisible in appearance with their strength, heart, and skill set their minds fooled them into ever thinking they surely had. Therefore people like these millions of fans across the globe, are led to believe your little "success" has come merely from circumstance—while the stand you two hold in the wrestling industry is on par with redundant soil on this fine patch o' land."

Austin pauses.

Austin-"Surely my brother and I have never quite seen a man-excuse me, a "leprechaun" more proud of his pathetic and very miniscule accomplishments, who thinks his place here is so that others may grovel in their presence and never be a man to kiss more arse for advancement than you. So much in such little time has made this match possible, and now-there's no turning back for either of you."

Austin turns his attention to his brother.

Aidan-"Gather all the cheap tactics, back-up from your friends, and any other neat toys for luck shoved up your arse you lads will be bringing. It's taken three of you in full-force to prevent that bloke Cyrus' career from going down the gutter, what more will it take for the rest of you? We doubt it'll be much at all at this rate, so the quicker we rap you boys up on outta here on the next set of gurneys-the quicker we can get to the bar."

The brothers smirk.

Austin-"Tonight it looks like you boys are sure in for a spill, 'cause this is goin' to be a good ol' fashion Irish brawl. You boys against us men set to duke it out on stage in front of the world, while the rest of the millions sit at home watching."

Aidan-"Tonight you boys witness first hand how we rid of the filth, the evil that's been stinking up this place. We'll make it a good ol' time lads, then we can send you on your way however you wish. Back up on that spaceship you seem to have dwelled from, which would be no problem coming from us. We can't hold anything against a group of guys who rather seem to enjoy..."probing" each other after every match. Otherwise, there's the other option-you show up and we make you pay for your sins and insults. Then you boys can get wheeled out of here first class, shiny stretchers and fancy ambulances to the nearest hospital. Sounds like fun..."

They share a audible chuckle before a smirk.

Austin-"And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee."

Aidan-"Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command."

Austin-"So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be."

Short pause.

Aidan-"In nomine Patri."

Austin-"Et Fili."

Aidan and Austin-"Spiritus Sancti."

The brothers remain still for a moment, slowly looking to one another before punching out the camera lens.

Static.

You go to Church on Sunday?
To wash away the shit you did the past six days
Now your on your knees to pray
Well, we pray your fuckin' God will come and take you away

They tell us If we pray that when we die,
We will go to a better place
Well I don't want to do the things I should
'Cause It feels good to be evil
'Cause evil Is good

Yeah, evil is good!
Yeah, evil is good!
Evil, Evil, Evil
Evil, Evil, Evil