TITLE? WHICH ONE? I’VE HELD MANY
With his head down, Tony Gamble walks down the backstage hallway listening to the Kidz Bop version of Doja Cat’s “Say So” through his decent Skullcandy Riff Wired On-Ear headphones. The tailored vintage suits the former Jewel in the Crown champion is known for has been replaced by a khaki pair of George Slim Chino pants and a Maximos two tone burgundy and light blue bowling shirt. An unexpected casual look from a man that would normally be dressed to the nines, confidence dripping from his pores in buckets, now shuffles down the hall trying his best to avoid any and everyone as he makes his exit.
But we all know that isn’t going to happen, because what would be the fun in that? No, instead Tony runs into one of the hundred people he would rather not see at the moment. No, not Mortimer Kjedelig… or Lindsay Troy. It’s not Heather Daniels, but she may or may not have rewound time to make Tony relive this moment with someone else because she doesn’t like that he keeps calling her Heather when her name is Anna.
You know what I would do if I could turn back time, if I could find a way? I would take back those words that hurt Devin, and he’d stay.
But I digress, because none of that matters right now. No, right now we need to focus on the former 5 Star champion, as he pulls the decent Skullcandy Riff Wired On-Ear headphones down around his neck while letting out a slight sigh.
Tony Gamble: I should’ve known better.
There with a grin that could rival Tony’s own, stood Matt Mills. Dressed to impress is the man that has interviewed some of the greatest members of PRIME’s roster, and rubbed elbows with fine Jewels that sparkled brighter than a diamond ever could.
Matt Mills: Sneaking out without saying goodbye?
Tony Gamble: That was the plan.
Mills shrugs his shoulders.
Matt Mills: Are you still upset with what happened earlier tonight?
The Grin lowers his gaze to the ground.
Tony Gamble: Of course. I knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, but I never thought I would have such a hard time dealing with it. I’ve been through this before, and yet it still surprises me every time.
Matt Mills: Yeah, you didn’t look your best.
Gamble looks up at Mills with a look of confusion on his face, which looks awkward with the ever present smile that usually glares at the people he speaks with.
Tony Gamble: Excuse me?
Matt Mills: You messed up a few times during your match.
The confusion is replaced with a scowl, or as much of one as he can muster.
Tony Gamble: You think that bothers me? Do you really think I would be upset about a little ring rust against this era’s PRIME welcoming mat?
Matt Mills: Well, you did…
Tony cuts him off before he can continue.
Tony Gamble: I’m upset because The Angled Lunchlady didn’t formally thank me for winning the Intense title at Great American Nightmare. I practically gift wrapped and tied it with a shiny little bow for his ungrateful ass. I thought his little jabs at me on Jabber were just to keep from ruining the surprise, but nooooooooooo.
The Permascar Superstar flails his arms in the air, as he says the word no… with extreme emphasis on the o, in case you couldn’t tell.
Tony Gamble: I tell you what, Mills, the Grandfather and his little choke train can pretend I’m the bad guy here. I’ve never had any trouble playing that role; I was practically born for it to tell you the truth, but they really need to look in the mirror before they go pointing fingers and giving labels to others.
His nostrils flare with every breath he takes, every move he makes.
Tony Gamble: I tried to play nice, but it looks like there’s no point. So once I’m done playing with Morty…
His eyes narrow as his smile widens. Then he just walks off, pulling the decent Skullcandy Riff Wired On-Ear headphones back over his ears. Leaving you to wonder, does he like EDM music?