Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2020 7:54:42 GMT -5
"Is this all of us?"
"Fahkin' hope so."
Within the locker room at last night's Sin, the referee crew of Trinity Wrestling is gathered together. Hollie Michaels is standing, leaned against a locker. Mick Thunderbird is drinking straight from a bottle of Jim Beam. Kenny Walker adjusts his shoes, and Mikey D. checks his hair in a mirror.
"Hey, Kenny."
"Yeah, Mike?"
"How long you think it'll last this time?"
"I don't know, dude."
"I was smart. I got a job at Foot Locker, so I didn't have to change shirts."
Gus D'Angelo practically bursts the door down coming in.
"We got a problem."
"What's that?"
"I just talked to Cecilia and Kylie. Trapson's MIA. Nobody can find him."
The whole room stops.
"The fahk you mean, can't fahkin' find him? Put a fakin' blunt on a string, he'll come out!"
"This is not good...who's gonna be senior official?"
"I vote for the dude that's actually a senior."
"Oh, no no no no...."
Gus holds his hands up, shaking his head.
"I cannot keep up with these kids in the ring. I can't be head official."
"Well, none of us have the experience you do Gus!"
"We gotta find Trapson. He's the only one who can do this..."
"So if the front office couldn't find him, what? You just wanna go look for him ourselves?"
"Yes! We got a whole week until the next Sin! Let's go find our leader!"
"But where do we start...?"
A few seconds of silence follows this, and of all people to break it...
"Well fahk it, let's go!"
"Let's do it, guys. I don't know where to start, but we can find him..."
Mikey is swiping through his cell phone. He squeaks with excitement, then holds the phone up.
"I FOUND HIM! Look!"
"That's not Trapson, that's Ross Hanson, the MMA fighter..."
"LOOK!"
Everyone squints at the phone...and sure enough, in the background during a Ross Hanson training session...Trapson is indeed in the gym. The gym's logo is clear as day...