We cut from the Alias Champion to Tony Gamble, whose smile is as wide as Texas, as he lifts his arms and starts to clap slowly for a few seconds.
Tony Gamble: Pure gold, my friends, and I’m not just talking about the track suit.
Domingo Cruz: What kind of name is C. Mortgomery Byrnes?
Tony Gamble: The name of a champion, Dom. The Gamble Champion.
He turns to look back at Domingo and Frank, both men smiling.
Tony Gamble: Becoming champions is what the two of you have in your future too, and that starts in BANG!.
Frank Pastore: I still don’t know if that’s the right move. Dom and I were talking, and we don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be so far away.
Tony waves his hand.
Tony Gamble: Nonsense. I can take care of myself, and with the way the tag team division crumbled here in PRIME… You two deserve to be able to showcase your skills and represent the Gamble Adoration Syndicate in the ring – the way I trained you to do.
Domingo Cruz: Sucks how everybody tucked their tails and scampered off after they couldn’t beat Sykes and Calvin.
Frank Pastore: Is that where… shit, what do we call him now?
Tony Gamble: We can call him Morty. Unless you want to call him C, since it’s simple.
Frank stands up, tapping Cruz on the shoulder as he walks behind him.
Tony Gamble: Where are you two going?
Frank Pastore: The PRIMEporium. Need to make sure Anna’s keeping things on the up and up. Sales have been dropping a bit, and we all know she’s not your biggest fan.
Tony Gamble: Who is, am I right?
Domingo Cruz: We’ll be back before your match, gotta make sure Zion’s bang bus doesn’t get involved.
Domingo gives Tony a fist bump as he walks past him.
Tony Gamble: Alright, I’ll see you two in a bit.
That wide grin returns.
Tony Gamble: The Gamble Championship.