The show rolls on, crowd noise signifying a match is on-going as Mark Reese heads into the conference room to greet journalists. His gait is a little laboured as he makes his way to the chair, presumably from his left knee.
He settles down, and offers the journalists a smile, still breathing a little heavy from his match with Wrex.
Reese: We’ll thank y’all for wait in’ and doin’ the good work spreading the word for tonight’s cause…
As Reese is talking in comes, the much sweatier, Wrex. He gives a grunt as he settles down, putting his feet up on the desk. Reese goes to speak but Wrex grunts again and reaches underneath, retrieving a six pack of beer. Calmly he unhooks a couple and sets one next to Reese and one in front of himself.
Reese: Not only does he gotta beat me, he’s got to steal my conference too!
Wrex chuckles, cracking open both cans.
Reese: Tonight though isn’t about us, it ain’t about Reese losin’, Wrex winnin’… It’s all about the animals. Buuuut… I gotta speak a bit about Wrex. So as much as he’s blind sided me twice now…
Wrex: Yup, apologies.
Reese: That last time he could have taken the easy route and went after my busted wheel, he could even have went after it in tonight’s match. To his, and I can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, to his credit he ain’t all that bad. Plus, I got to bust his nose as some payback.
Reese reaches for the can and takes a swig.
Wrex: Ain’t the first, won't be the last, sure as s**t hit the hardest though. Never had a need to go after the knee, even If I did, I still got country hams being swung at my head. Can see why why he’s world champion material.
Reese: I’m not gonna sit here and make excuses for the condition I’m in. It’s wrestlin’, to quote the awful cliche, this ain’t balet. I mean you can tell by lookin’ at the size of both of us. I will say though that this leg of mine played a part, but Wrex was on his game. I learned a little bit more about myself, heck, I almost threw you into the roof of the buildin’ too Wrex!
Wrex groans at the mention of the outside pounce, taking a large swig of his own beer.
Wrex: Gonna do me a favour Reese? Never do that again, I’m not supposed to fly that far anymore. Powdered knee and he still threw me around like nothing.
Reese: That’s two big dudes I’ve lost to, maybe I need to look a little more at that, obviously the injured leg plays a part, but after Christmas break that’ll be all cleared up.
The dull thud of an empty can hitting the wall could be heard, Wrex is already onto the second one, a belch as he pulls a microphone closer.
Wrex: It’s time for hiatus, healing and celebrations, watch the rest of the show, empty your walls for the dogs.. Or, whatever this charity show is for again, I’m just here for hoss matches, then go home.. Or don’t, I don’t care. I’m gonna finish this and eat.
Reese rattles his can around a little, draining the dregs before picking up another can.
Reese: Sounds good, my treat.
Wrex: Day just keeps getting better.. remember though, once you win that thing, I’ll be coming for you.. let’s go eat.
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