TOO LIVE CREW
Cameras open to the distinct sound of background noise. In front of our adorning viewers is the one and only Matt Mills, eagerly awaiting the break he gets after match intros. Instead, he’s glancing at his watch and pacing around like daddy forgot to pick him up.
Matt Mills: “Where is this guy-”
Around the corner, without pause, comes a raucous roar. It’s not a fighting type of noise but more of a celebratory type. The kind when you hit a home run. Just like that, PRIME cameras peel away from Matt Mills, scatter frantically around the corner before finding a large group of crew hands and stage staff. Mills noticing the white guy twerking slightly outside the main circle.
Crash: D’oh! I think I pulled my buttcheek…
Matt Mills: Mr… Jacks-
The out of place politeness catches the man in the unbuttoned floral shirt, white headband, and sunglasses way off guard. He’s a fucking spy. Crash knows it when he grabs his wrist and sees a goddamn microphone. Not even trying to hide it anymore.
Crash: Look, Gorbachov, call me Crash. And me and my compatriots were simply spending some down time… getting down!
A laugh and positive reception leads to elbow pats from his newfound friends, which brings an excuse for Crash to turn back and smile. Matt Mills simply glances over his gang of candidates but finds only one worth interviewing. The man was wearing a wrestling singlet under a leather jacket, headband, and sunglasses. The tension dulls when he smiles like a shark at a feast.
Crash: I’ve been aiming for this since the day I put on a singlet. These people…
Our hero turns back, met with a dozen or so adorning sets of hopeful, wishful, and optimistic eyeballs, before stretching out his arm and seemingly picking up all the well wishes. He lowers his gaze.
Crash: …they deserve everything I’ve got.
A slight cheer follows that heartfelt sentiment. Crash begins to remove his leather jacket, his shirt, and then his sunglasses. It’s when Crash casually walks right past Matt Mills that it’s clear that this man has one thing on his mind. And it’s not very peaceful.
We then cut to ringside for said match.