Post by XYZ on Jul 30, 2021 15:41:19 GMT -5
Cast
Xander Young Zaber (the talent)
Clayton Bryne (Creative Team)
Izabella Lawrence (Executive Producer)
Xander Young Zaber (the talent)
Clayton Bryne (Creative Team)
Izabella Lawrence (Executive Producer)
Xander Young Zaber stood in the private suite of his club as he leaned against the two-way mirror, casually scrolling through his social media feed. The call from his ex-girlfriend had sent him in a tailspin, barely able to focus on anything other than her current predicament. So engrossed in his own world that he didn’t even realize his Producer and one-half of his Creative Team had joined him in his VIP lounge.
“You just worry about your own job and let me handle…”
“I know you know what you’re doing Izzie…”
“Stop calling me that, I hate when you guys call me that!”
Their voices brought him out of his trance as XYZ turned to see the two.
“Hey Clay, hey Izzie…”
Irritated, Izabella stormed off to another part of the VIP room, away from the two miscreants.
“What’s her deal?”
“Must be that time of the month. How you holding up, bud?”
Xander shrugged his shoulders as he turned his gaze out through the mirror to the packed house of The Honeypot. At least, if this whole wrestling thing burned out, he had something stable to fall back on. Clayton walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“I know you’ve been out of sorts lately, that’s why I got you a present!”
Clayton motioned to the bar as XYZ strained his eyes, barely able to make out two familiar faces.
“Wait a minute, is that…?”
“Sure is; guess he got my invitation.”
“You brought HIM here…?”
“Don’t say I never did anything for you, bro.”
“I don’t know, Izzie seems to think I need to lay low…”
“The dude is in your club, drinking your booze, and you aren’t going to take advantage?”
“Depends… how much booze?”
“Enough, I assure you. By the way, totally unrelated, I’m going to need a little advance on my tab…”
“You let him drink for FREE!?”
“Hey, I did this for you!”
Xander pondered his options, cast a look over his shoulder to make sure that Izabella was nowhere to be seen, and then patted his friend on the back, his mind made up. He bolted out of the room, took the steps two-at-a-time, and found himself on the main floor, approaching the Futures Champion. As a server went by, he grabbed whatever alcoholic beverage they were about to serve to one of the paying patrons, downing it for some liquid courage. Tapping on his shoulder, J Prince turned around as Xander brought his boot up, kicking him in the “no-no square”. The Futures Champion doubled over as XYZ quickly pushed him down and covered him. Resident drunk and part-time official, Mick Thunderbird, saw what was transpiring and jumped into action, counting the pin attempt.
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