Post by Press1269 on Feb 11, 2020 17:50:39 GMT
The scene opens inside a locker room somewhere in the bowels of the Iconic Arena. Sitting on a bench that stretches across the left side of the room are Youth and Press, The BombTrax, mulling through their duffle bags so as to prepare for tonight's Main Event. On the other side of the room in a folding chair sits Zachariah Krahe, already dressed for battle, arms crossed over his chest as he lazily watches the two men.
The door to the locker room suddenly opens and the three men look up to see Munin enter before closing the portal behind her. She’s wearing a sleek black dress and heels, and looks far too glamorous to be involved in the wrestling business.
She surveys the men in the room with a watchful eye as they commence to doing what they were doing before she entered, and she can sense the tension in the room.
Krähe's gaze drifts over her form, before glancing away.
Krähe: That's what you're going to wear tonight.
Munin stopped and immediately began to examine herself, and completely missing Krähe's mischievous smirk.
Lady Munin: What do you mean? What's wrong with this dress?
Krähe: Oh nothing, I just didn't think it's what you would wear tonight.
Munin's cheeks puffed up cutely with her frustration at his baiting. The fact that he could bait her at all spoke to how close they were, and judging by the look in Krähe's eyes he knew exactly what he was doing.
Lady Munin: Press is there something wrong with my dress?
Youth caught sight of Krähe's triumphant smile, as he turned away to look in his bag. Press looked up as if listening for the first time and looked over at the woman, and raised an eyebrow. After a moment, and by her pose, he realized he was meant to comment on her dress. He cleared his throat gruffly, and in a deep voice replied.
Press: You...look great, Nin.
That’s about as far as he’s willing to go as he turns his attention back to his bag. Youth looks back up at his bag to observe the smug look on Krahe’s face, and quickly decides to change the subject.
Youth: You know…
The young man grins while holding up his forefinger and thumb as if looking through a camera lens.
Youth: You’re very photogenic, Zach. Matter of fact…
He stands excitedly, looking from Munin to Zach with a huge cheshire grin.
Youth: I think he would make a hell of a Television Champion!
The smug look immediately fell from Krahe’s face.
Krahe: What?
Youth nods and reaches into his bag to pull out a title belt. On the face plate it reads ‘IPW Tag Team Championship’. He casts his gaze back over at Krahe while tossing the title over his shoulder.
Youth: See...we’re already IPW champions. It’s quite a feat if you consider tonight is our first match. So we’re going to have to get you a title to keep up with the Joneses. TV title seems perfect for you. I mean...just like at the cut of your jib!
Youth resumes using his connected fingers like a camera pointed at Krahe, closing one eye and sticking his tongue out as he tries to find the right angle.
Krahe: You're what?
He cuts a look to Munin to see if they're serious, and finds her returning his earlier look of smugness. There would be no hope from that fickle corner.
Krahe: I don't want to be the Television champion. I have absolutely zero interest in it...Youth, are you listening to me?
Munin: Aw, Tag and Television champions. You guys make me so proud.
Krahe gives Munin a stern glance, unphased by her patented innocent look of innocence.
Krahe: Nin, Don't encourage him.
Both men merely looked at him, Press with a small smile and Youth with a wide grin.
Youth: It’s gonna be great.
Krahe: No.
Youth: Just wait and see.
Both men started to head for the door as if he never said a word.
Press: You just sit tight and we’ll take care of the rest.
They left the room with Krahe still trying to figure out what the hell just happened, and Munin chuckling at his expense.
Krahe: But I don’t want to be the Television Champion!
The door to the locker room suddenly opens and the three men look up to see Munin enter before closing the portal behind her. She’s wearing a sleek black dress and heels, and looks far too glamorous to be involved in the wrestling business.
She surveys the men in the room with a watchful eye as they commence to doing what they were doing before she entered, and she can sense the tension in the room.
Krähe's gaze drifts over her form, before glancing away.
Krähe: That's what you're going to wear tonight.
Munin stopped and immediately began to examine herself, and completely missing Krähe's mischievous smirk.
Lady Munin: What do you mean? What's wrong with this dress?
Krähe: Oh nothing, I just didn't think it's what you would wear tonight.
Munin's cheeks puffed up cutely with her frustration at his baiting. The fact that he could bait her at all spoke to how close they were, and judging by the look in Krähe's eyes he knew exactly what he was doing.
Lady Munin: Press is there something wrong with my dress?
Youth caught sight of Krähe's triumphant smile, as he turned away to look in his bag. Press looked up as if listening for the first time and looked over at the woman, and raised an eyebrow. After a moment, and by her pose, he realized he was meant to comment on her dress. He cleared his throat gruffly, and in a deep voice replied.
Press: You...look great, Nin.
That’s about as far as he’s willing to go as he turns his attention back to his bag. Youth looks back up at his bag to observe the smug look on Krahe’s face, and quickly decides to change the subject.
Youth: You know…
The young man grins while holding up his forefinger and thumb as if looking through a camera lens.
Youth: You’re very photogenic, Zach. Matter of fact…
He stands excitedly, looking from Munin to Zach with a huge cheshire grin.
Youth: I think he would make a hell of a Television Champion!
The smug look immediately fell from Krahe’s face.
Krahe: What?
Youth nods and reaches into his bag to pull out a title belt. On the face plate it reads ‘IPW Tag Team Championship’. He casts his gaze back over at Krahe while tossing the title over his shoulder.
Youth: See...we’re already IPW champions. It’s quite a feat if you consider tonight is our first match. So we’re going to have to get you a title to keep up with the Joneses. TV title seems perfect for you. I mean...just like at the cut of your jib!
Youth resumes using his connected fingers like a camera pointed at Krahe, closing one eye and sticking his tongue out as he tries to find the right angle.
Krahe: You're what?
He cuts a look to Munin to see if they're serious, and finds her returning his earlier look of smugness. There would be no hope from that fickle corner.
Krahe: I don't want to be the Television champion. I have absolutely zero interest in it...Youth, are you listening to me?
Munin: Aw, Tag and Television champions. You guys make me so proud.
Krahe gives Munin a stern glance, unphased by her patented innocent look of innocence.
Krahe: Nin, Don't encourage him.
Both men merely looked at him, Press with a small smile and Youth with a wide grin.
Youth: It’s gonna be great.
Krahe: No.
Youth: Just wait and see.
Both men started to head for the door as if he never said a word.
Press: You just sit tight and we’ll take care of the rest.
They left the room with Krahe still trying to figure out what the hell just happened, and Munin chuckling at his expense.
Krahe: But I don’t want to be the Television Champion!