Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 16:35:05 GMT
The scene opens up as The BombTrax are being ushered by 4Loco and his security team, through what looks like the Dock area of The Mississippi Colosseum. Both men have their ring bags slung over their shoulders, and dejected looks on their faces as they trudge towards the service door that will take them outside of the arena.
PRESS: Come on, Loco. This is bullshit. We didn't even do anything out there, and we could have. Ava and Johnny Sykes are only alive right now because of that sniveling bastard Calvin Harris. They got a pass because we knew it wasn't their fault.
YOUTH: Yeah, man, c'mon. Does Lady Munin know about this?
4Loco snorts, and shakes his head as the two men fire off their complaints.
4LOCO: Lady Munin can't afford to have her Main Event at Bad Moon Rising be compromised by what you two guys might end up doing here tonight. In the first thirty minutes of this show, you two already kicked Mercy & Sin's teeth in, created an impromptu match in the ring, and then started a riot out on the ramp way. We just can't have that kind of stuff tonight, not when in two weeks the stakes are so high.
The BombTrax come to a stop as they reach the door, and turn to look 4 Loco in the eyes.
PRESS: And Lady Munin said all that?
4Loco shakes his head, exasperated, placing his hands on his hips.
4LOCO: Not exactly, but Todd Reid did.
YOUTH: Who the fuck is Todd Reid?
4LOCO: He's PAW's new lawyer, and has vested power to make decisions for the fed that he deems could be of a legal nature.
Press' face goes dark, but Youth interjecta quickly before things can get any worse.
YOUTH: Hey, look, we don't want any trouble. If that's what management wants, then that's what we'll do.
PRESS: We will?
YOUTH: Yeah, big man, we will. I think I saw a Waffle House just down the road. Let's get some grub, and head back home to New Orleans.
Press stares at Youth with an incredulous glance, but then he spots something in his energetic partners eyes. A smile creeps onto his face, and he nods, opening the door that leads into the parking lot.
PRESS: Yeah, Waffle House. Right.
The BombTrax disappear through the door as 4Loco watches them go, knowing full well that there was probably going to be trouble tonight despite their departure. He shakes his head, and then spins on his security guys.
4LOCO: Double the posts on all entrances! Make sure those two don't cause anymore trouble, comprende?
The men all nod, and scatter in different directions as 4Loco paces in front of this particular entrance. He shakes his head, and rubs his temples as the scene cuts to another area of the arena.
PRESS: Come on, Loco. This is bullshit. We didn't even do anything out there, and we could have. Ava and Johnny Sykes are only alive right now because of that sniveling bastard Calvin Harris. They got a pass because we knew it wasn't their fault.
YOUTH: Yeah, man, c'mon. Does Lady Munin know about this?
4Loco snorts, and shakes his head as the two men fire off their complaints.
4LOCO: Lady Munin can't afford to have her Main Event at Bad Moon Rising be compromised by what you two guys might end up doing here tonight. In the first thirty minutes of this show, you two already kicked Mercy & Sin's teeth in, created an impromptu match in the ring, and then started a riot out on the ramp way. We just can't have that kind of stuff tonight, not when in two weeks the stakes are so high.
The BombTrax come to a stop as they reach the door, and turn to look 4 Loco in the eyes.
PRESS: And Lady Munin said all that?
4Loco shakes his head, exasperated, placing his hands on his hips.
4LOCO: Not exactly, but Todd Reid did.
YOUTH: Who the fuck is Todd Reid?
4LOCO: He's PAW's new lawyer, and has vested power to make decisions for the fed that he deems could be of a legal nature.
Press' face goes dark, but Youth interjecta quickly before things can get any worse.
YOUTH: Hey, look, we don't want any trouble. If that's what management wants, then that's what we'll do.
PRESS: We will?
YOUTH: Yeah, big man, we will. I think I saw a Waffle House just down the road. Let's get some grub, and head back home to New Orleans.
Press stares at Youth with an incredulous glance, but then he spots something in his energetic partners eyes. A smile creeps onto his face, and he nods, opening the door that leads into the parking lot.
PRESS: Yeah, Waffle House. Right.
The BombTrax disappear through the door as 4Loco watches them go, knowing full well that there was probably going to be trouble tonight despite their departure. He shakes his head, and then spins on his security guys.
4LOCO: Double the posts on all entrances! Make sure those two don't cause anymore trouble, comprende?
The men all nod, and scatter in different directions as 4Loco paces in front of this particular entrance. He shakes his head, and rubs his temples as the scene cuts to another area of the arena.