KING
With Night Two of Tropical Turmoil over, ending in the most dramatic fashion possible, thousands of fans scattered through the exits. Their voices excited, reaching fever pitch, at everything they just saw unfold before them. The energy in the air was palatable. New champions were crowned, feuds ending and beginning all at the same time.
On the other side of the building, PRIME staff and wrestlers head to their cars, eager to get out of dodge. Some had red-eye flights from San Diego International, thankfully only minutes away from PetCo Park. Others head toward their hotel, looking for a respite from the agony the past two nights brought. Some wrestlers carried smiles on their faces, fresh off victories that they’re certain will propel them towards UltraViolence while others carry weeks of baggage as they hold onto their defeats.
“San Diego…”
Her voice floated on the air, filled with confidence. She stood across the street from the home of the San Diego Padres and watched as the wrestlers spilled out one after another.
Footsteps came from behind her and she smiled as his hand rested upon her shoulder. One of the few bright spots left in her life.
“They came to my city,” she whispers to him. “She flaunts everything in front of me.”
He didn’t respond, instead standing there in silence.
“I will make her pay. I will make all of them pay.”
“I know,” he muttered in a gravelly voice. “It’s time she got what is coming to her.”
“Such arrogance,” she responded. “It’s okay though. All in due time.”
Slowly, he nods his head. “The first delivery is set for D.C.”
“Good,” is all she offered. Her eyes are focused on the scene in front of her as the various crew and wrestlers drive by her with no recognition. A smile appeared on her face.
“Tell Kensington to book us tickets for Chicago.”
He looked at her. “You sure about this?”
“Never been more sure about anything in my life.”
“But, he—”
She cut him off. “Trust me, I got this.”
The woman turned on her heel and walked off. The man stood there for a moment before he buried his calloused hands into his pockets and shook his head. “No turning back now.”
He then followed after her as we fade out.
