A CHANCE ENCOUNTER
The show feed picks up backstage, and with a plain dressed Coral Avalon walking down a lonely hallway inside of the Capital One Arena. He’s got his head down, and is doing his best to mind his own business. Absent from Coral’s possession is the 5-Star Championship, which The Crownless King parted ways with at Tropical Turmoil.
*The match took place on Night One of the PPV extravaganza so if you didn’t know about the title change that is probably why.
Nick Stuart: Tough break for Coral at Tropical Turmoil. He had worked so hard to get that championship. One has to wonder what is next for him.
Richard Parker: Whatever it may be, it looks like we’ll have to wait until ReVival 32 to find out. SHAME. I was so invested.
As Coral is about to turn the corner, and the show feed jump to whomever is next on the runsheet, he doesn’t. It doesn’t. Instead, there’s trouble uneggspectedly waiting for the former 5-Star Champion.
Trouble of a T-Shaded kind.
Cancer Jiles: WHOA! Watch where you’re walking! You might actually crack my mirror tint with that thing! Talk about your seven years of bad luck!
If it’s not obvious as to what Jiles was referring to when he said “that thing”, to clear up any confusion the hardest working man in PRIME jabs his index finger into the WMD sitting atop of Coral’s eyebrows Before Coral can quickly brush it away, the COOLYMPIAN reels back and winces in pain; as if the simple jab jammed his finger up nice and good.
Coral Avalon: Jiles.
Avalon pauses to close his eyes, already regretting being in the presence of the COOLYMPIAN for more than a couple of seconds.
Coral Avalon: You know, it’s not even that big.
The Crownless King palms his own forehead, double-checking its girth. Then, he catches his reflection in the mirror tint on Jiles’ shades. More importantly, he notices his reflection is all forehead, and it looks like he’s standing in front of a mirror that’s inside of a Fun House.
Coral Avalon: …Is it?
He shakes his head.
Coral Avalon: So, uh… you want to step aside, or should I? Not sure how the etiquette works here.
A scoff.
The disgust on Jiles’ clean kept face is palpable.
Cancer Jiles: Etiquette? Etiquette would have been you dropping down to a knee and apologizing for ever even looking at me, you crumb.
But no, Jiles is not done.
Cancer Jiles: Better yet, etiquette would have been you dropping down to a knee any saying, Mr. Jiles, it’s my life’s honor meeting you. Can you please sign my forehead? That’s what etiquette would have been, but we’re past that now.
A pause to see if there is going to be a fist fight or not.
It gets close.
But COOLER heads rule the day.
Coral Avalon: Oh, okay, so we’re going to be that way. Cool. Sorry, COOL. Almost forgot who I was talking to there. Sooo… this whole forehead thing we’ve got going on, you and me, is this whole obsession because Cecilworth used his to bust yours open back in the Murder Rumble or whatever we’re calling that mess? I mean, we probably have an accord on the whole “grievances against Cecilworth” thing, but you always seem to have grievances with everyone.
The COOLYMPIAN struggles to keep his reserve. The salt chips starting to form on his shoulders from his hair radiating pure NaCL say so. But, he does reign his dandruff in. It seems now is not the time for escalation. Probably because KING COOL has a match later on tonight, and even he knows he’ll have to be on top of his game if he wants to be victorious. So yeah, a backstage brawl is probably not in his best interest. Especially against a forehead like that. Still, it is Cancer Jiles we’re talking about.
Cancer Jiles: Do you want me to kick you in the face? It’s a big fucking target, pal, so I doubt I’ll miss.
Coral Avalon: Let’s not make any mistakes that we’ll both regret later, Jiles. Mostly you. You have a match later tonight, after all, and I wouldn’t dream of giving you any excuses if you lost tonight. So the way I see it, we both take a step to the side and then pass like two ships in the night, and we both go on our merry way and maybe never see each other again, ever. We, uh… are we COOL with that?
Being a man of his word, Coral smiles, and motions that it is okay for Jiles to pass by. Of course, the act of kindness does not sit well with the Greek God of COOL.
Cancer Jiles: No, you’re the one with the deformity. Far be it from me to stifle when I’ve got T-Shades, immaculate hair, and a normal sized forehead. You go first. I insist. Leave, and maybe visit a plastic surgeon. I heard Frank Stein is running a deal for returning patients.
A snicker.
Cancer Jiles: And I promise I won’t take your Night One spot while you’re away.
Coral’s gesture for Jiles to pass by becomes a little more insistent, despite the fact that he’s keeping his smile up.
Coral Avalon: Oh, no, I am the one who insists. You go first. I’d really hate for you to be late for a very important date with Nate Colton. You’ll probably need all of the salt in your shoes for that guy.
Coral maintains his smile even as he internally questions if having salt in one’s shoes makes them more effective.
*According to News and Notes if one has a fever blister it does.
Cancer Jiles: Fine. You’re right. That forehead is quite intimidating, and I do have yet another hot date later on. I’ll go, but since age before beauty is clearly out of the question, I’ll leave us by saying age before deformity and good day.
Of course there is a shoulder bump as Jiles passes Coral.
Coral Avalon: Good day to you, then!
His smile immediately drops the moment after Jiles walks past him, and he rubs his shoulder as though he’s trying to get the salt off of it.
Coral Avalon: (muttering) God, I hope I don’t EVER run into him again. EVER.
The show feed jumps elsewhere and to a place not nearly as COOL.