DEADSPECTRES

The story follows prominent 90's wrestlers: CHOKE HOGAN and GRIP FLAIR, a heel-face pairing that lit up 90's attitude era wrestling. The story sets out their relationship, partners in pain, with their signature move being choking the life out of people, but during a VesselMania taping CHOKE accidentally put a fan into a coma sparking controversy and ending their elusive deal with VPC Wrestling Federation. But as luck would have it, their story wasn't done, a second chance, during VesselMania XLII (42) the pair were given a tag team "bad-blood" rematch against the injured fan and his lawyer, this unfortunately didn't go ahead as CHOKE HOGAN, due to age and FDA restrictions, decided to pump a load of growth hormones before the fight but did too much and exploded, GRIP FLAIR still fought that night but ultimately lost on a three-count.

The entrance theme gives more depth to the duo, highlighting their dynamic, and all of it completely true, much to the annoyance of the local sheriff departments and governing bodies.

GRIP FLAIR & CHOKE HOGAN 


Listen up, thick necks, here, give me a moment,
The tag team champs are back, who’s our opponent?
Don’t matter, we’re leaving them, tapped, wasted and broken,
The combination of Grip Flair baby and Choke Hogan,
Our stock has surely risen, We’re the best in our division,
Listen, one grip around your throat muscle, revisits your position
Grip strength is immense, kilo newtons in the millions, 
working with my bare hands crushing girders for a living,
Physically strong, grip it, I could bend iron,
If I put my hands on the watch, baby I could bend time
I keep my hands on the weights, and my my eyes on the finish line,
Google up our name and you’ll see more heel vids than Quentin Tarantino’s hard drive,


CHOKE!
—
Fingers grip around your neck, esophageal broke,
You can never win a match with me, pick another bloke,
Saying you're the best, mirrors with the smoke.
Clothesline to your neck, and now you really start to-


Choke - 3 years, now I’ve been living broke,
4 years since me and Grip Flair haven’t even spoke,
He’s like Choke Hogan, why you had to wreck it for us both,
On that fateful day, VesselMania, out on the coast,
Triple-threat match, tables, ladders and the chairs,
I was coming down the ramp, I was gonna take the stairs,
When out comes my opponent, tried to jump me unawares,
So I turned and took him on, I grabbed him by his underwear,
Chokeslams, elbow drops, crippler cross face,
Grip kept screaming at me “yo, fuck him up ‘H”
But I was so mistaken, he said “yo, what the fuck ‘H”
Turns out it was a fan I had mistakenly unmade,
Standing there, knee deep in the blood,
I looked at the VPC judges like: “whoops”
[That went about as well as expected really, they were… Upset]


CHOKE!
—
Fingers gripped around neck, esophageal broke,
Never won a match again, pick another bloke,
Saying I’m innocent, well it's just mirrors with the smoke.
Clothesline on his neck, and now I really start to-


CHOKE out east, doing shows in Japan and-
Other little countries I don’t even understand,
They tell me that my bad boy style is out of hand,
And I need an ego check, say they want another man,
So, CHOKE on this, in my mailbox just arrived,
Invitation: VesselMania XLII,
That’s 42, in case you don’t speak Roman like I,
Special guest appearances, Choke brothers - sublime,
Hop aboard the flight, ticket back into the big leagues,
Choke Hogan, baby, know you motherfuckers missed me,
Met Grip Flair back stage where the synths be,
The handshake was epic, but my muscles flex limply,
This can’t happen, I need to get my fucking choke on,
BRB, time for me to get my anabolic poke on,
Grab the needles of the Deca Durabolin,
Straight to the bicep, couple more it’s swollen,
But it’s starts itching, stinging, I’m certain,
10 minute show call, my bicep is hurting,
I feel I’m swelling up too quick it’s really quite alerting,
Tie my belt and then explode into a puddle on the curtains,
[DING DING]