Post by Justin Paige on Mar 26, 2024 22:37:21 GMT -6
Cameraman Bryan stands a few in front of Justin Paige who stands right next to an old maroon door and the back of his denim jacket against the Red stucco wall and his dark levis with his white Nikes. Panning out we see the sign of the building. Living Museum of Poetry, and Local Art. The Põet's Passãge. Justin begins walking away as Jarrod looks out the window in frustration.
“Quick, Come on, idiot. Follow me with that camera.”
Justin motions for Bryan to follow him.
“Here I am. In San Juan, Puerto Rico for Prime #120 on the 31st of March where it will be a perfect 81 degrees as the children run around finding plastic eggs. More importantly,” Justin steps off the curb to cross the street. He looks both ways even though it's one way. “It’s going to be perfect outside while I will be 18 miles away in the Coliseum, in a match against two former champions.”
“Really wish you would stop being a bitch and actually enjoy your time here. That’s why we got here early.” From across the street comes Jarrod. A vendor cackles towards the two of them to come and see but when they don’t immediately respond, he shoos them away and they continue through the park.“Justin, I understand you are still pissed about the Cosmo match but take solace that you only lost because that dude distracted you, and also try to enjoy the W from Prime 119.”
The two find a spot around one of the smaller fountains to sit. “Yeah and now I’ve got a match against two former champions, one who used to be an Undisputed and so far my luck against champions hasn’t been too great.”
Jarrod stands up and looks down at Justin. “First of all, they aren’t champions right now so you’re good on that front and secondly, I didn’t take all of my vacation days just for you to sit around and be doom and gloom. Focus on this Prime match. What you got on Candy?”
Justin stands up and starts walking back, with his brother, the way they came, a little cooler this time because the sun has started going down.
“Candy is good, we both picked up a W last week but hers was against Talfourd and it was an impressive one. When I first got here, she was one of the only chicks I didn’t run my mouth about but now it seems like I should have focused on her a whole lot more.” They stop at another fountain, “She’s weirdly obsessed with candy. Lives in a Candy Castle, named her kids after candy, but I need to be focusing on that pretty little head and neck of hers. I’m going to spin it around with a nice boot in the corner and then I’m going to crush her Larynx and then you can just call me a gobstopper cause I’m going to be a Jawbreaker with my fist.”
Jarrod chuckles at that, “You’re dumb. Tell him he’s dumb cameraman Bryan.” Justin shoots a glare at the camera and Bryan shakes vehemently no.
“As for RMK, I’ll be real honest, I almost forgot he wrestled singles. I think his last singles match was back on February 4th at Prime 116 when he beat Callum. He’s had a couple of tag matches since and now that he’s got that freak with him, he’s someone to pay attention to. He’s a former champion, I’m pretty sure it was called the AMC. Now, When you look at Mark and Candy, you would think that they have nothing in common other than both being former Champs, except they do. They are both going to get their face washed by my heel and their head spun on their necks. Mark may have been born in the late 90’s but I’ll send him back to the 80’s he loves so much. ” They arrive back at the door of The Põet's Passãge and Justin sticks his hand in the camera. “Flat out, I finally have a W under my belt and I need to keep it going. I don’t care if that means I have to get dirty in that ring and use every No-DQ method I know, I’m getting my hand raised.” Justin stares past the camera with a look of dumbfoundment, “That’s all, Bryan, you idiot. Go chase traffic or something.”
The camera turns and slowly lowers to the ground as we fade to black.