Post by Kyle Shane on Dec 21, 2017 23:24:24 GMT -5
The scene switches backstage where a figure is very intently marching from the parking area towards the ring. The crowd builds into a stir as the camera ascertains that the NEW Pure Class Wrestling World Champion, Kyle Shane, is on his way to the ring. He's wearing a wool peacoat and a knit cap, and a very dark and un-game-like scowl on his face. But as he's walking, something or, rather, someone catches his attention. Kyle stops, and he stands there for a second looking off camera. It pans over to show the newest return to Pure Class Wrestling, "Born of Myth" Brenna Gordon herself. Looking stunning in a black figure-hugging dress, those too-large dark eyes flicker over Shane's frame.
Brenna Gordon: Where's your belt, champ?
Kyle's face twists into a sardonic smirk and he nods as if that was a good one.
Kyle Shane: Brenna Gordon, I assume... good to finally meet you, under the circumstances.
Brenna Gordon: Likewise, though I'd appreciate it if you kept your eyes up here.
Kyle's face turns chagrinned because his relationship with a certain redheaded woman in the early months of his PCW tenure went off the rails very badly. He holds his hands up innocently.
Kyle Shane: I'm not here to make things weird between us, in fact, even though we shared the ring at Collision Course, I really don't have a bone to pick with you at all. But since I have to keep my eyes on everyone who's lining up to take their shot at me, would you mind telling me exactly what you were doing out there with Seromine and all?
A soft huff of a chuckle.
Brenna Gordon: It isn't obvious? I'm here to take the head off the snake once and for all. Until I do, nothing else matters. Not what anyone thinks, not what Mickey Mouse bullshit he attempts--
Kyle quirks a brow, an obvious question coming to mind.
Kyle Shane: Not the World Championship?
Brenna Gordon: Not the World Championship. It'll still be there after I put that charlatan down for good.
That makes a genuine, if slightly nasty smile break on Kyle's face for the first time since Collision Course, and he rubs his chin.
Kyle Shane: Well you know, Bren, it seems like you and I have interests aligned, I've been dealing with Seromine, Gabriel and his nest of vipers for half a year now and even though I gave the big man a hard setback at Collision Course, I know he's going to be gunning for my head. So we at least have that in common. If anyone's looking to knock them off their pedestal, I'm willing to stand beside them.
He hesitates for a moment, seeming to think.
Kyle Shane: I can tell you this; I would love to face you down the road, whatever happens with the physical belt to the side, but right now if you want to give Seromine some hurt, I'm definitely happy to help. If you're interested.
She who is Born of Myth nods.
Brenna Gordon: That makes sense to me. If the past has taught me anything, it's how much ol' Snake Ass relies on the numbers game.
The two having reached an understanding and the beginnings of a partnership of convenience, Kyle and Brenna nod at each other for a moment, but it goes on too long, and Kyle, having to be the one to make things awkward as always, speaks quickly.
Kyle Shane: So - so how do we do this, do we bump fists, or is there a team name we should start brainstorming... or...
Brenna just fixes Kyle with a bemused, aloof stare, for so long that Kyle's grin falters and the moment passes. Choosing to extricate herself from the awkward situation, Brenna turns and walks away. Kyle, still needing to fill the space between words, raises a hand and calls after her.
Kyle Shane: ...Right, good talk. I'll see you around, partner. Eesh, that went as well as could be expected.
The camera switches back to the awards venue.
Brenna Gordon: Where's your belt, champ?
Kyle's face twists into a sardonic smirk and he nods as if that was a good one.
Kyle Shane: Brenna Gordon, I assume... good to finally meet you, under the circumstances.
Brenna Gordon: Likewise, though I'd appreciate it if you kept your eyes up here.
Kyle's face turns chagrinned because his relationship with a certain redheaded woman in the early months of his PCW tenure went off the rails very badly. He holds his hands up innocently.
Kyle Shane: I'm not here to make things weird between us, in fact, even though we shared the ring at Collision Course, I really don't have a bone to pick with you at all. But since I have to keep my eyes on everyone who's lining up to take their shot at me, would you mind telling me exactly what you were doing out there with Seromine and all?
A soft huff of a chuckle.
Brenna Gordon: It isn't obvious? I'm here to take the head off the snake once and for all. Until I do, nothing else matters. Not what anyone thinks, not what Mickey Mouse bullshit he attempts--
Kyle quirks a brow, an obvious question coming to mind.
Kyle Shane: Not the World Championship?
Brenna Gordon: Not the World Championship. It'll still be there after I put that charlatan down for good.
That makes a genuine, if slightly nasty smile break on Kyle's face for the first time since Collision Course, and he rubs his chin.
Kyle Shane: Well you know, Bren, it seems like you and I have interests aligned, I've been dealing with Seromine, Gabriel and his nest of vipers for half a year now and even though I gave the big man a hard setback at Collision Course, I know he's going to be gunning for my head. So we at least have that in common. If anyone's looking to knock them off their pedestal, I'm willing to stand beside them.
He hesitates for a moment, seeming to think.
Kyle Shane: I can tell you this; I would love to face you down the road, whatever happens with the physical belt to the side, but right now if you want to give Seromine some hurt, I'm definitely happy to help. If you're interested.
She who is Born of Myth nods.
Brenna Gordon: That makes sense to me. If the past has taught me anything, it's how much ol' Snake Ass relies on the numbers game.
The two having reached an understanding and the beginnings of a partnership of convenience, Kyle and Brenna nod at each other for a moment, but it goes on too long, and Kyle, having to be the one to make things awkward as always, speaks quickly.
Kyle Shane: So - so how do we do this, do we bump fists, or is there a team name we should start brainstorming... or...
Brenna just fixes Kyle with a bemused, aloof stare, for so long that Kyle's grin falters and the moment passes. Choosing to extricate herself from the awkward situation, Brenna turns and walks away. Kyle, still needing to fill the space between words, raises a hand and calls after her.
Kyle Shane: ...Right, good talk. I'll see you around, partner. Eesh, that went as well as could be expected.
The camera switches back to the awards venue.
