ANOTHER CHANCE ENCOUNTER
We see Coral Avalon power walking into the building, his luggage clattering on the ground behind him. He isn’t dressed to compete yet, and there isn’t a whole lot of time to get dressed. Frustration colors his face as he’s talking on his cell phone.
Coral Avalon: I’m finally in the building, Annie.
A few production crew members scatter when they see Avalon approach, mainly because of the speed in which he’s walking. He’s a man with places he has to be, like the locker room. He’s certainly not changing out here.
Coral Avalon: Let me tell you, that’s the last time I take an Uber to the arena. Good grief, it’s like that guy didn’t speak any language that I did.
He listens to his wife for a few moments, and then responds.
Coral Avalon: Yes, I tried talking to him in Japanese just to see what would happen. Why do you ask?
He rounds a corner, and then has to stop abruptly before he runs into someone. After taking a moment to gather his bearings again, Coral went for the apology.
Coral Avalon: Oh! Sorry, I’m in a rush an– Aw, crap.
Cancer Jiles: Konnichiwa, Kaiju Forehead! How many buildings did you knock over on your rampage over here?
For the second time in as many shows Cancer and Coral just so happen to bump into each other.
What are the chances?
Coral Avalon: (to his phone) I’ll call you back, sweetie.
Coral slips the phone into his pocket while never taking his eyes off of Jiles for a second.
Coral Avalon: Jiles, I swear to… okay, I don’t have time for this. Just get out of my way. I’ll even say “please”, just for you. Please get out of my way.
The COOLYMPIAN makes it his exaggerated mission to loop his index finger around Coral’s melon.
Cancer Jiles: You do understand that is impossible to get out of your way? Like, when you walk into a room everyone else in it is now in your way.
Coral Avalon: Oh. Ha. Funny. Very funny, Jiles. Ha ha ha. Do you have anything else for me besides the cavalcade of forehead jokes, or… actually, you know what? I don’t care. One of us has to stand aside to let the other pass, right? So how about I be the bigger man, step to the side, and let you get on with your business today. Whatever it is, anyway. I’m not privy to Bandit business.
Coral takes one long step to his side, giving Jiles all of the room he needs to walk past Coral.
Cancer Jiles: You could be.
Coral blinks, clearly taken aback.
Coral Avalon: …I’m sorry, what? Run that by me again?
Cancer Jiles: Ya know. If you read Cracking News.
The Crownless King ponders.
For one, short, uninterested second.
Coral Avalon: Never heard of it. Now if you’d excuse me, I’ll be on my way.
There is no response from King COOL as a smug Coral Avalon walks past him. The former Universal Champion is too angry, too stifled, too red in the face to respond let alone think. To even further accentuate his frustration his T-Shades are salting over, and his hair is radiating pure NaCL.
To think a forehead like that could levy such a demonstrative insult.
The camera follows Coral as he continues to get as far away from Jiles as he can. He pulls his phone out again, and punches in a number.
Coral Avalon: Hey, Gavin, research project for you. What the hell is “Cracking News”?
We cut away as Coral walks past the camera and towards the locker rooms.