Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 16:49:47 GMT
Camera switch to the loading dock area of the Tunica Arena & Expo Center where The BombTrax make their way into the building dressed in street clothes. The fans pop at the sight of Press, who is wearing black jeans, biker boots, a button up black shirt, and the PAW Championship slung over his shoulder. His face still bares the marks of his brutal match at Bad Moon Rising, and the vicious attack that happened afterwards thanks to Deus. Though the wounds are healing, thanks to 33 stiches, it's obvious by his dress that he isn't here to wrestle.
Youth, on the other hand, has on jeans with holes in the knee's, a belt with a long chain hooked to his wallet, and a BombTrax T-shirt that says '#TheAmbulanceBrokeHisFall' across the back of it. His expression is grave, and from time to time he eyes the big man with a worried twinkle in his eye. The two men stroll towards the hallway entrance that will lead them further into the building, when Youth finally turns towards his partner with a question.
YOUTH: Are you sure you want to do this? Letting that...that...'THING' into this place just doesn't seem like the brightest of ideas, man.
Press continues walking, a determined expression on his face.
PRESS: I'm going to make it happen cause it's what needs to happen. If Deus is not on the payroll, then he, she, whatever it is can continue doing what it does, while the rest of us try and fight it off with our hands tied behind our backs. I'm not going to let that happen.
Youth sighs, and shakes his head as they walk, still not thinking it was a good idea. Just then, the door they were heading towards opens, and Lady Munin steps through it to meet them. She looks up anxiously at Press, who regards the woman with an even expression.
PRESS: Munin...
MUNIN: Press....
YOUTH: Youth.....
Both Owner and Champion turn to look at Youth, who flashes them a boyish grin before throwing his hands up in a placating gesture, and backs away to give them some privacy. With him out of the way, their eyes lock back on one another, and after what seems like forever, Munin finally gestures towards the interior of the building.
MUNIN: Let's go to my office and discuss what happened, shall we?
Press nods, allowing her to lead him through the door. As they disappear, the camera pans back to Youth who watches them go, and he shakes his head again. Then, his face lights up and he looks into the camera with a bright smile.
YOUTH: Well, I guess I'm being left to my own devices. Let's see what I can get myself into, shall we?!
With that, Youth bounds away from the camera, and the scene fades back to ringside.
Youth, on the other hand, has on jeans with holes in the knee's, a belt with a long chain hooked to his wallet, and a BombTrax T-shirt that says '#TheAmbulanceBrokeHisFall' across the back of it. His expression is grave, and from time to time he eyes the big man with a worried twinkle in his eye. The two men stroll towards the hallway entrance that will lead them further into the building, when Youth finally turns towards his partner with a question.
YOUTH: Are you sure you want to do this? Letting that...that...'THING' into this place just doesn't seem like the brightest of ideas, man.
Press continues walking, a determined expression on his face.
PRESS: I'm going to make it happen cause it's what needs to happen. If Deus is not on the payroll, then he, she, whatever it is can continue doing what it does, while the rest of us try and fight it off with our hands tied behind our backs. I'm not going to let that happen.
Youth sighs, and shakes his head as they walk, still not thinking it was a good idea. Just then, the door they were heading towards opens, and Lady Munin steps through it to meet them. She looks up anxiously at Press, who regards the woman with an even expression.
PRESS: Munin...
MUNIN: Press....
YOUTH: Youth.....
Both Owner and Champion turn to look at Youth, who flashes them a boyish grin before throwing his hands up in a placating gesture, and backs away to give them some privacy. With him out of the way, their eyes lock back on one another, and after what seems like forever, Munin finally gestures towards the interior of the building.
MUNIN: Let's go to my office and discuss what happened, shall we?
Press nods, allowing her to lead him through the door. As they disappear, the camera pans back to Youth who watches them go, and he shakes his head again. Then, his face lights up and he looks into the camera with a bright smile.
YOUTH: Well, I guess I'm being left to my own devices. Let's see what I can get myself into, shall we?!
With that, Youth bounds away from the camera, and the scene fades back to ringside.