I'm... I don't get it.
	Nobody does Scaggs. Not one person
	*Sigh*

 

The scene opens to the locker room where “Reckless Kid” Luke Fuentes sits, slouched back against the wall still wearing the result of the earlier tag match. He sits up in surprise as the door bursts open, revealing a bruised and agitated Bobby Minio who moves into the room with a deliberate stomp to his step.

Luke Fuentes: “Yo man, what was that all about?”

Minio paces the locker room, glancing towards Luke acknowledging that he had referenced what Minio had done minutes earlier, laying Matsuda out with the TDR2 after his match.

Bobby Minio: “That was about stepping up and earning respect from a man who has spent the last few weeks letting me know every time I screw up!”

He boots a chair away and slumps against the wall, running his fingers through his hair, emitting stress like a light bulb emits heat.

Bobby Minio: “I KNOW when I screw up. I don’t need his arrogance in my face! This… this comeback… this is hard enough Luke. I’m not where I need to be. It’s like, my body feels great, it really does, but there’s something missing!”

Luke leans forward resting his arms on his legs, he lets out a chuckle before speaking.

Luke Fuentes: “Aw cmon Bobby, I told you hours ago, things felt off tonight. We’ve had off nights before man, even streaks of this crap. Let’s just move forw-”

Bobby leans up from the wall, his voice booms.

Bobby Minio: “THIS IS moving forward, Luke! This guy is so confident that I’m beatable, that he volunteered his title to me at Chill Faktor. Am I that bad now? Would anyone have just OFFERED me a title back in our day?”

Luke Fuentes: “Maybe he’s just trying to push you? You know?”

Bobby Minio: “Well he’s pushed me too far. Now, this? What happened out there? This is the box he opened up. He wants to know what exactly this Revolution is? He’s going to figure it out first hand, through experience.”

There is a moment of silence, Bobby leans back against the wall again, slipping into thought, determination written across his face. Luke sighs, standing up despite the leftover soreness from the match earlier in the night, he gestures toward the door.

Luke Fuentes: “Well cmon then, let’s go sort this guy out.”

Bobby lets out a deep sigh, smiling up at his old friend through the stress that has grown more and more obvious with each passing moment.

Bobby Minio: “Nah Luke, I got this.”

Luke nods, asking once more for posterity.

Luke Fuentes: “You sure? Cause you just gotta say the word and we can get reaaaal Reckless in here.”

Bobby Minio: “I’m sure. I appreciate it, but I’m sure. I gotta do this, I gotta see this through. I’m going to rip that EX-Division title out of his smug paws, and then…”

Luke grins, he sees Bobby fighting through the pressure, just a hint at bouncing back out of the recent funk.

Bobby Minio: “Then we get the Reckless Revolution back on track for those World Tag Team Titles.”

Luke Fuentes: “AWWW CMON!”

Luke raises his hand for a high five which Bobby, in mid step as he storms toward the door, promptly returns with a booming clap that echos through the cement room.The two trade acknowledging nods before Bobby disappears into the halls of the arena.

 

Tobin Frost stands alone at gorilla position, performing squats as he warms up for his tag team contest, he straightens and closes his eyes, muttering his preparation mantra under his breath. A loud clap on the shoulder breaks his concentration and he wheels round, but the suplex machine doesn't seem all that irritated.

Standing behind him is Jacob Trance who gives him a thumbs up.

Jacob Trance: "Good luck out there."

Tobin shakes his hand.

Jacob Trance: "What? You don't want me to wish you good luck?"

Tobin sighs, eyeballing Jacob.

Tobin Frost: "What is all this about, Jacob?"

Trance doesn't quite understand, arms falling loosely at his side.

Jacob Trance: "What do you mean?"

Tobin Frost: "This act, it's getting deplorable."

Jacob Trance: "Act... Tobin, I've turned over a new leaf."

Frost looks at the ground for a moment before raising his head again.

Tobin Frost: "I don't play these little games man... Whatever you're selling Jacob, I am not buying it. You may think you've changed, that you're a better person but you're the same back stabbing, deceiving snake you always have been. The phrase crocodile smile comes to mind..."

Jacob puts his hands on his hips, still smiling.

Jacob Trance: "I completely disagree."

Tobin Frost: "Be that as it may... I don't trust you..."

Jacobs smile slips a little, but it recovers.

Jacob Trance: "I'll just need to work harder to convince you then, eh?"

Tobin turns, bobbing on the spot to warm up again.

Tobin Frost: "Yeah... You do that..."

Jacob walks away, looking back over his shoulder only to shake his head.