2 Bruvs Notice

The scene opens outside the MGM Grand where the Hollywood Bruvs, wearing their shades at night for some reason, prepare to make their entrance. Mikey Unlikely hits the back of his hand against his bestest bruv in the whole world’s chest.

Mikey Unlikely: You ready?

Kendrix takes a deep breath and nods nervously before removing an envelope from his jacket pocket.

Mikey Unlikely: What’s that?

Kendrix looks at the envelope and then back at Mikey.

Kendrix: Bruv, it’s our resignation letter. We’ve tried quitting the old-fashioned way and it didn’t work.

Mikey strokes his chin and shakes his head in disbelief.

Mikey Unlikely: Who would have thought resigning verbally to the hotel concierge, during a television segment wasn’t legally binding?

Jesse shrugs, certainly not him.

Mikey Unlikely: This formal letter idea is a bit out there… I mean who quits in writing? You know what? It might just be crazy enough to work. Let’s do this!

The two approach the back doors of the arena but Mikey is held back by his tag partner.

Kendrix: Err, why are we entering through the back door, again?

Mikey Unlikely: Bruv, that’s where the employees enter! Once we hand this bad boy in, we can waltz right back through the lobby and watch all their fans leave with us! It’s going to be CLASSIC! 

Kendrix: OBVS!

Mikey Unlikely: TOTALLY OBVS!

They approach the double doors to the back of the building. Other wrestlers hang out around the cordoned-off area. Meanwhile Kendrix has the resignation letter out of the envelope. Reviewing it once more. 

Mikey Unlikely: OK, read it to me.

Kendrix: Dear PRIME, We, The Hollywood Bruvs, AKA Mikey Unlikely and Jesse Fredricks Kendrix, AKA The Worlds Greatest Tag Team In The World, AKA Hollywood Superstar and British Sensation, AKA Lavender Applebottom and Vanderlay Fingerland… Hereafter referred to as THE GOATS, do resign with prejudice from PRIME Wrestling. Yours totally obviously,

THE GOATS. 

Mikey Unlikely: If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought you’d written a book! 

Kendrix: Well, it took me all yesterday to write it.

Mikey Unlikely: The math checks out! Alright bruv, let’s do it! 

The pair walk through the double doors and enter with their chests stuck out. They immediately seem deflated by the view, backstage at the MGM Grand. They freeze in place as screaming and beeping can be heard inside. The pair slowly turn around with wide eyes and walk back out the double doors. Mikey Unlikely shakes his head while Kendrix repeats the same thing over and over…

Kendrix: Nope…Nope…Nope… 

Mikey: Did you see the… 

Kendrix: Yep… 

Mikey: And the Turkey legs?

Kendrix: Uh-huh! 

They continue to walk away from the arena, picking up the pace now. 

Mikey: Was that Bobby Dean!? 

Kendrix: Hard to make out through all the chocolate… 

Mikey: But the GIRTH of that man! 

Powerwalkers. 

Kendrix: It was probably…Bruv… I can’t unsee that! 

Mikey: You still have the letter? 

Kendrix looks at his hands…completely empty. The fear has struck as he points over his shoulder back the way they fled.

Mikey: No…dear god no! Don’t tell me you dropped it.

JFK holds his hands to his head in frustration.

Kendrix: OK I’m gonna level with you, Bruv…I panicked!

Cooler head prevail. 

Mikey Unlikely: Well… It’s in there right!? It’s basically like we dropped it off! I’m sure it’ll reach the right person! Let’s get the hell outta here Bruv! They won’t be able to deny we quit this time! 

Kendrix: Yeah, up yours PRIME! We’re free!

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