BROS BEFORE SHOWS
ReVival 39 moves down the tracks with two matches in the books. Our focus switches from ringside to the chaos of the locker room area. Ring crew, arena workers, and production staff do their best to navigate the hallways around the pockets of PRIME in-ring talent. One such pocket is the man himself, Eddie Cross, making his way through the crowd upon his arrival to the Bridgestone Arena.
A look of focus covers his normally cavalier face.
He spots a door, labeled ‘LOCKER ROOM C,’ and remembers what it was like being stuffed in the Sardine Can, as they call it around the back. Just so happens, that door opens, and opening it and wearing his match attire is a familiar face. Crash steps out into the hallway, coincidentally locking eyes with Eddie, before his eyes light up.
Crash: Bro!
Eddie smiles and locks with Crash in a signature handshake.
Eddie Cross: What up, Bro Rogan?
Crash can’t help the somber tone in Eddie’s voice and sees his eyes have bags under them.. He leans in a little closer.
Crash: You good, Ed?
The young Samoan looks away briefly, betraying his emotions. He puts on a brave face and looks back to his buddy, Crash,
Eddie Cross: I dunno man. It’s been a tough couple of months. You know how Dave’s been fighting the disease? Well he’s got good days and bad days, bruh.
Crash offers a sympathetic nod and elbow jab as they make their way down the corridor.
Crash: That’s rough stuff, Broey Lawrence. Only thing you can do is be there for him and make a few more good memories, you know? Don’t leave anything left unsaid.
Eddie nods, acknowledging his buddies’ advice.
Eddie Cross: Yeah bruh, you’re probably right. It’s just a lot sometimes. Hey, I don’t wanna bring you down before your match though, Bro Pesci.
Crash cracks his neck side to side.
Crash: What is this, North Korea? Not gonna bring me down. I get a chance to break off two Kit Kats tonight? Sounds like my kinda party.
He snaps his fingers.
Eddie Cross: I wish we had a way to blow off some steam. Maybe after the match?
Crash: For sure, Brobocop.
Crash turns back with his thumb, curious if he’s still feeling the effects of the THC edible he took a few hours ago.
Crash: Hey, did you see they painted that Big Bad Brosovich with metal or some shit?
Eddie’s eyebrow raises.
Eddie Cross: I know everything about that guy, even his unfortunate history with penguins. Brodude, are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Both at once: Wile E. Coyote Magnet??!! BRO! JINX! DOUBLE JINX!!
Eddie grins, shoving Crash with his elbow, before they both offer up strong fists from Bumptown. It looks like two Tonka trucks slowly crashing into one another. The Northern Lights flutter away from his compadre, drifting down a different hallway, before he throws up a peace sign.
Crash: Catch you later, Broseidon!
Eddie holds up his fingers in metal horns.
Eddie Cross: Good luck, Bromeo.
The scene shifts and suddenly the viewers find themselves elsewhere in the backstage area.