Post by Lockhart on Mar 18, 2019 22:10:20 GMT -5
The camera flashes on to a scene playing out in the #BeachKrew locker room. Reporters stand around Alexander Pasternak and Wade Moor on the far side of the view, as they carry bottles of champagne in one hand as their Tag Titles are slung over a shoulder each. From the other end of the locker room, the door opens and reveals Jared Holmes and the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, Ryan Lockhart, who each take a seat in the corner of the room away from all of the commotion before the crowd of reporters notice they've entered.
The cameraman seems to be the only one to spot them, causing him to pace over toward them. Although it is difficult to hear amidst the rest of the chatter in the locker room, the conversation between Jared and Ryan can still be heard.
'That was too close. Something's up with you, isn't it?'
'I don't know.'
'Well, you better figure it out. We didn't come here just to have you drop the belt to Jaice fucking Wilds, right?'
'Yeah, I know.'
'You're better than this. Your head isn't in the game right now. What happened to the killer Wade recruited all those months back?'
He doesn't receive a reply.
'Is it what happened at the club? Or is this about competition? You want that money match against Holliday...?'
He trails off, but Jared's face settles as he comes to a realization; the only logical conclusion.
'Nah. It's not that. This is about him, isn't it?'
Ryan says nothing, but gives a small nod. Jared sighs. The cameraman coughs, signifying that he wants to ask a question. The 6ix God turns his way, only just now noticing the unwelcome presence. He pushes his hand in front of the camera, shoving it away.
'Get the fuck out of here.'
The feed cuts.
The cameraman seems to be the only one to spot them, causing him to pace over toward them. Although it is difficult to hear amidst the rest of the chatter in the locker room, the conversation between Jared and Ryan can still be heard.
'That was too close. Something's up with you, isn't it?'
'I don't know.'
'Well, you better figure it out. We didn't come here just to have you drop the belt to Jaice fucking Wilds, right?'
'Yeah, I know.'
'You're better than this. Your head isn't in the game right now. What happened to the killer Wade recruited all those months back?'
He doesn't receive a reply.
'Is it what happened at the club? Or is this about competition? You want that money match against Holliday...?'
He trails off, but Jared's face settles as he comes to a realization; the only logical conclusion.
'Nah. It's not that. This is about him, isn't it?'
Ryan says nothing, but gives a small nod. Jared sighs. The cameraman coughs, signifying that he wants to ask a question. The 6ix God turns his way, only just now noticing the unwelcome presence. He pushes his hand in front of the camera, shoving it away.
'Get the fuck out of here.'
The feed cuts.