Telecom: “Attention all passengers! We regret to inform you that flight zero-one-zero-three from New Orleans to Houston has been delayed due to technical difficulties. Boarding will commence as soon as the problem has been rectified. Any issues regarding connecting flights may be queried at the customer service counter, situated north of the terminal. British Airways apologises for any inconvenience that this may cause.”
Reagan throws his head back against the wall as a groan escapes. His not quite muttered litany of curses drew disapproving looks from the elderly couple sitting opposite him, but he was too annoyed to do anything other than shrug apologetically. Second time in a row he’s having plane troubles, that seems like bad karma. But also it’s not like shit hasn’t been repeating itself, touché to FWA management when they REALLY want to make a match happen, they really try to make it happen even when certain people would rather want anything else, put Reagan against one of the Golden Opportunity opponents, let him get some pre-match study in there but no. Three times in a row, Reagan Cole has to stand opposite of his Spirit Walker teammate Aka Yurei. First Carnal Contendership, Second the Eight Person match and now this. The kid probably hates Reagan at this point and it’s justified, it’s not like Reagan ISN’T teaming up with the person who put her on the shelf for months.
Reagan suddenly gets a phone call, he sighs knowing who it is but he has no real choice to not answer it.
Reagan: “Hello?”
Jeffry: “Sup, man. Just wanted to see if you needed anything while we’re on the way.”
Reagan: “I’m good.”
Jeffry: “Alright, what about a pick-up? It’s getting pretty stormy and the fact you answered at all probably ain’t a great sign.”
Reagan goes to decline…But then he stops.
He checks the battery life on his phone and it’s down to three percent. When he looks up, a woman with three children are suddenly there. She didn't look terribly upset, just disappointed by the news from the telecom. Probably not great for her to be standing.
Reagan: “…When can you be here?”
Jeffry: “Just like 10 minutes away!”
Reagan: “Alright.”
Reagan stands up from the seat and gestures for her to come claim it. The mother smiles at the former FWA Tag Team Champion and makes her way towards Reagan, her three kids following. Again Jeffry has somehow put him in the situation where he can’t really say no and Reagan just doesn’t understand it at this point. The 1998 Toyota Tercel waited outside of the airport when Reagan stepped out, a poor imitation of a parallel park with one wheel half-over the curb. The side of the car was dented so badly it was a miracle the passenger door could still close, and one headlight was suspiciously cracked. Below a layer of dust, the paint was crimson.
Leaning against it like some 50s greaser—with flannel in lieu of leather—was Jeffry.
Jeffry: "Ta-da,"
Said with as much as sarcasm, Jeffry pulls a half smile as Reagan shoves his hands in his pockets. The spring wind sent a chill through him as he looks at the cramped back to find his upcoming tag partner, The British Kid or I guess his current name, TYLER sits there, playing with a rubix cube it looks like, paying no attention to Reagan.
Reagan: “….Well it ain’t what I would call pretty.”
Jeffry: “Neither am I but come on.”
Both men manage to open their doors, Reagan obviously taking the passengers side and Jeffry the drivers. The car splutters and jerks when he hits the gas. He swerved into the street, narrowly avoiding another parked car, and then accelerated with a lurch. A horn barked behind them. The car stuttered a few more feet before smoothing out. The first half of their drive was uneventful. The weather was now getting better and the sun was shining in the cloudy blue-gray sky. Reagan glanced over at Jeffry who had been staring out the front window of the car for the longest time now. Eventually the cut off starts to come up, going straight takes us to Houston and to the right takes us to where we need to go, good old Austin. However Reagan notices that somethings off when there’s a slight delay in the turning of the car, whether that’s because of Jeffry himself or just more proof of the car being banged up, he wasn’t sure. Reagan looks back at TYLER who responds with a pointed but confused look.
TYLER: “Jeffry, you good?”
Jeffry: “Yeah I’m fine, just got a bit distracted.”
TYLER: “With what, exactly? Not much of a view.”
Jeffry: “Nothing, just was hoping you two were going for Houston, that’s all.”
Reagan: “….Explain.”
Jeffry: “Just got some family still over there, like I said nothing to worry about.”
Reagan: “Family… must be nice.”
Jeffry: “Oh give it a break, would you? You know you could go back there anytime but you don’t. You’re the one who made that promise months back that you’re as long as you’re with us, we don’t touch anyone you care about and have we broken that rule? Have we? Unless we’re now counting Trixie and Blizzard as allies but I don’t think they would say the same about you.”
Reagan: “And what if you decide to break that promise?”
Jeffry: “We won’t.”
Reagan: “I can’t trust you, you know that.”
Jeffry: “That’s fair, that’s very fair. I just…it’s been how long now?”
Reagan: “5 months.”
Jeffry: “Damn. Hell of a long time to be away from your kid….Huh. Just, yeah, think about it, I know nothing I’m gonna say will change your mind anyway, ha.”
Reagan: “…I mean it’s different now y’know? I mean look at what I’ve done.”
Jeffry: “Yeah, your dumbass decided to save me from an explosion!”
Jeffry deliberately changes the tone rather quickly for some reason. But in fairness this is the first time since the explosion that these two have had a proper conversation so it does feel slightly warranted.
Jeffry: “I never got to thank you for that by the way.”
Reagan: “It was nothing.”
Jeffry: “Bullshit. You did me a solid and I don't take that lightly. And neither did you with that Stanley knife, look at that!”
What Jeffry is talking about is the newly formed scar on the upper half of Reagan’s arm, Reagan does have a small polite smirk in response but what neither of the duo notice is that TYLER has noticeably sunk a little bit in response to the praise Jeffry is giving Reagan.
Jeffry: “Dude, you took that like a champ, that’s my bad. If I was you, I would have probably just let me be after that.”
Reagan: “Nah, I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t risk him.”
Reagan looks at the rear view at his friend.
Reagan: “Whatever you did to him…was powerful stuff. I'll even give you credit for it. He rarely talks to me, just you. I lose you, I lose him and I told you before…there are too many tombstones in my graveyard already, I refuse to put the man I’ve spent years with under the ground with the rest of them. I lose him, I lose so much more than a friendship.”
TYLER has no visible reaction to any of this as he just focuses on his rubix pretending that he can’t see Reagan’s eyes on him as Reagan remembers the former British Kid.
284. There it is. A younger looking Reagan parks his new car to the next suburban house which obviously is identical to every other house on the street. It was evident that the front porch had been recently renovated, as the elegant baby blue paint featured an intricate design of criss-crossing golden flowers- all of which lacked so much as a single scratch. Nice. Reagan glances at his watch, feeling the seconds tick by. We are now 6 months into the tag team career of Reagan Cole & British Kid and they’re booked tonight. In like an hour. So it’s safe to say time is not of the essence so he was expecting his friend to be here already but whatever. Reagan lets out a small sigh as he walks up closer to the door, knocking politely, preferring this method to the doorbell whenever possible. The door was opened by an 8 year old boy.
8 year old: “Hi.”
Reagan: “Erm…hi.”
8 year old: “…TYLER! Your friend is here!”
BK: “shit, shit, shit!”
The man we now know as TYLER bounces onto the screen, very obviously looking for something
BK: “Dude! I thought I told you to text me when you were outside!”
Reagan: “I did! Ten minutes ago!”
BK: “Shoot! I can’t find my mask anywhere! Kyle, have you put it somewhere??”
The 8 years old shakes his head before running off. The chaos is insanity as Reagan looks over and sees a extra guy to go with the family, sitting in a big black chair (a BBC if you will) watching a boxing match on the television. Everything about the guy was very precise from his styled dark hair to his little stubble — except for the fascinated gaze the guy held on Reagan.
Reagan: “Hey.”
The man eyed Reagan closely, shamelessly trailing down his body from his buzz cut hairdo to his trainers. Reagan didn’t mind it. In the gym, it was second nature for guys to be wary of everyone, especially new people so Reagan figures his raking eyes were doing as trained: assessing the wrestler.
When the guy didn’t respond, Cole clears throat, trying to cut through the awkwardness, looking around, Cole could still feel his eyes watching every little move he made.
???: “So, you’re Alex’s mate.”
The man finally speaks up. Cole jumps slightly at the roughness of his voice cutting through the extremely loud room. He wasn’t the smooth, deep Reagan was used to with Alexander Tyler. He was more hoarse. Gravely, even.
Pushing aside his sudden reservations in an attempt to prevent any rudeness, Reagan looked directly at the beast.
"Yup.”
He gave Cole a hum in response which made Reagan chuckle to himself and in the chuckle. He finds the mask on the key stand.
Reagan: “Kid, I got the mask!”
BK: “WOO-HOO!”
Once again BK springs back onto the screen, taking the mask and goes to run out the door! Only for him to trip and immediately fall on his face. That’s the British Kid, Reagan doesn’t want to lose. The dumbass who is so full of love and insanity and has very imitating brothers. He is who he’s fighting for. The TYLER of now as we go back to the present? Reagan looks over to TYLER. God, Reagan knows how much he deserves this ass kicking that’s coming to him. He deserves everything in this match. But TYLER is also the closest thing Reagan has to a brother in this mad mad world and Aka…as much as Reagan hates to admit was a normal teammate. So when it comes to Fallout. He will be sticking with his brother. No matter what, I guess.
Reagan throws his head back against the wall as a groan escapes. His not quite muttered litany of curses drew disapproving looks from the elderly couple sitting opposite him, but he was too annoyed to do anything other than shrug apologetically. Second time in a row he’s having plane troubles, that seems like bad karma. But also it’s not like shit hasn’t been repeating itself, touché to FWA management when they REALLY want to make a match happen, they really try to make it happen even when certain people would rather want anything else, put Reagan against one of the Golden Opportunity opponents, let him get some pre-match study in there but no. Three times in a row, Reagan Cole has to stand opposite of his Spirit Walker teammate Aka Yurei. First Carnal Contendership, Second the Eight Person match and now this. The kid probably hates Reagan at this point and it’s justified, it’s not like Reagan ISN’T teaming up with the person who put her on the shelf for months.
Reagan suddenly gets a phone call, he sighs knowing who it is but he has no real choice to not answer it.
Reagan: “Hello?”
Jeffry: “Sup, man. Just wanted to see if you needed anything while we’re on the way.”
Reagan: “I’m good.”
Jeffry: “Alright, what about a pick-up? It’s getting pretty stormy and the fact you answered at all probably ain’t a great sign.”
Reagan goes to decline…But then he stops.
He checks the battery life on his phone and it’s down to three percent. When he looks up, a woman with three children are suddenly there. She didn't look terribly upset, just disappointed by the news from the telecom. Probably not great for her to be standing.
Reagan: “…When can you be here?”
Jeffry: “Just like 10 minutes away!”
Reagan: “Alright.”
Reagan stands up from the seat and gestures for her to come claim it. The mother smiles at the former FWA Tag Team Champion and makes her way towards Reagan, her three kids following. Again Jeffry has somehow put him in the situation where he can’t really say no and Reagan just doesn’t understand it at this point. The 1998 Toyota Tercel waited outside of the airport when Reagan stepped out, a poor imitation of a parallel park with one wheel half-over the curb. The side of the car was dented so badly it was a miracle the passenger door could still close, and one headlight was suspiciously cracked. Below a layer of dust, the paint was crimson.
Leaning against it like some 50s greaser—with flannel in lieu of leather—was Jeffry.
Jeffry: "Ta-da,"
Said with as much as sarcasm, Jeffry pulls a half smile as Reagan shoves his hands in his pockets. The spring wind sent a chill through him as he looks at the cramped back to find his upcoming tag partner, The British Kid or I guess his current name, TYLER sits there, playing with a rubix cube it looks like, paying no attention to Reagan.
Reagan: “….Well it ain’t what I would call pretty.”
Jeffry: “Neither am I but come on.”
Both men manage to open their doors, Reagan obviously taking the passengers side and Jeffry the drivers. The car splutters and jerks when he hits the gas. He swerved into the street, narrowly avoiding another parked car, and then accelerated with a lurch. A horn barked behind them. The car stuttered a few more feet before smoothing out. The first half of their drive was uneventful. The weather was now getting better and the sun was shining in the cloudy blue-gray sky. Reagan glanced over at Jeffry who had been staring out the front window of the car for the longest time now. Eventually the cut off starts to come up, going straight takes us to Houston and to the right takes us to where we need to go, good old Austin. However Reagan notices that somethings off when there’s a slight delay in the turning of the car, whether that’s because of Jeffry himself or just more proof of the car being banged up, he wasn’t sure. Reagan looks back at TYLER who responds with a pointed but confused look.
TYLER: “Jeffry, you good?”
Jeffry: “Yeah I’m fine, just got a bit distracted.”
TYLER: “With what, exactly? Not much of a view.”
Jeffry: “Nothing, just was hoping you two were going for Houston, that’s all.”
Reagan: “….Explain.”
Jeffry: “Just got some family still over there, like I said nothing to worry about.”
Reagan: “Family… must be nice.”
Jeffry: “Oh give it a break, would you? You know you could go back there anytime but you don’t. You’re the one who made that promise months back that you’re as long as you’re with us, we don’t touch anyone you care about and have we broken that rule? Have we? Unless we’re now counting Trixie and Blizzard as allies but I don’t think they would say the same about you.”
Reagan: “And what if you decide to break that promise?”
Jeffry: “We won’t.”
Reagan: “I can’t trust you, you know that.”
Jeffry: “That’s fair, that’s very fair. I just…it’s been how long now?”
Reagan: “5 months.”
Jeffry: “Damn. Hell of a long time to be away from your kid….Huh. Just, yeah, think about it, I know nothing I’m gonna say will change your mind anyway, ha.”
Reagan: “…I mean it’s different now y’know? I mean look at what I’ve done.”
Jeffry: “Yeah, your dumbass decided to save me from an explosion!”
Jeffry deliberately changes the tone rather quickly for some reason. But in fairness this is the first time since the explosion that these two have had a proper conversation so it does feel slightly warranted.
Jeffry: “I never got to thank you for that by the way.”
Reagan: “It was nothing.”
Jeffry: “Bullshit. You did me a solid and I don't take that lightly. And neither did you with that Stanley knife, look at that!”
What Jeffry is talking about is the newly formed scar on the upper half of Reagan’s arm, Reagan does have a small polite smirk in response but what neither of the duo notice is that TYLER has noticeably sunk a little bit in response to the praise Jeffry is giving Reagan.
Jeffry: “Dude, you took that like a champ, that’s my bad. If I was you, I would have probably just let me be after that.”
Reagan: “Nah, I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t risk him.”
Reagan looks at the rear view at his friend.
Reagan: “Whatever you did to him…was powerful stuff. I'll even give you credit for it. He rarely talks to me, just you. I lose you, I lose him and I told you before…there are too many tombstones in my graveyard already, I refuse to put the man I’ve spent years with under the ground with the rest of them. I lose him, I lose so much more than a friendship.”
TYLER has no visible reaction to any of this as he just focuses on his rubix pretending that he can’t see Reagan’s eyes on him as Reagan remembers the former British Kid.
284. There it is. A younger looking Reagan parks his new car to the next suburban house which obviously is identical to every other house on the street. It was evident that the front porch had been recently renovated, as the elegant baby blue paint featured an intricate design of criss-crossing golden flowers- all of which lacked so much as a single scratch. Nice. Reagan glances at his watch, feeling the seconds tick by. We are now 6 months into the tag team career of Reagan Cole & British Kid and they’re booked tonight. In like an hour. So it’s safe to say time is not of the essence so he was expecting his friend to be here already but whatever. Reagan lets out a small sigh as he walks up closer to the door, knocking politely, preferring this method to the doorbell whenever possible. The door was opened by an 8 year old boy.
8 year old: “Hi.”
Reagan: “Erm…hi.”
8 year old: “…TYLER! Your friend is here!”
BK: “shit, shit, shit!”
The man we now know as TYLER bounces onto the screen, very obviously looking for something
BK: “Dude! I thought I told you to text me when you were outside!”
Reagan: “I did! Ten minutes ago!”
BK: “Shoot! I can’t find my mask anywhere! Kyle, have you put it somewhere??”
The 8 years old shakes his head before running off. The chaos is insanity as Reagan looks over and sees a extra guy to go with the family, sitting in a big black chair (a BBC if you will) watching a boxing match on the television. Everything about the guy was very precise from his styled dark hair to his little stubble — except for the fascinated gaze the guy held on Reagan.
Reagan: “Hey.”
The man eyed Reagan closely, shamelessly trailing down his body from his buzz cut hairdo to his trainers. Reagan didn’t mind it. In the gym, it was second nature for guys to be wary of everyone, especially new people so Reagan figures his raking eyes were doing as trained: assessing the wrestler.
When the guy didn’t respond, Cole clears throat, trying to cut through the awkwardness, looking around, Cole could still feel his eyes watching every little move he made.
???: “So, you’re Alex’s mate.”
The man finally speaks up. Cole jumps slightly at the roughness of his voice cutting through the extremely loud room. He wasn’t the smooth, deep Reagan was used to with Alexander Tyler. He was more hoarse. Gravely, even.
Pushing aside his sudden reservations in an attempt to prevent any rudeness, Reagan looked directly at the beast.
"Yup.”
He gave Cole a hum in response which made Reagan chuckle to himself and in the chuckle. He finds the mask on the key stand.
Reagan: “Kid, I got the mask!”
BK: “WOO-HOO!”
Once again BK springs back onto the screen, taking the mask and goes to run out the door! Only for him to trip and immediately fall on his face. That’s the British Kid, Reagan doesn’t want to lose. The dumbass who is so full of love and insanity and has very imitating brothers. He is who he’s fighting for. The TYLER of now as we go back to the present? Reagan looks over to TYLER. God, Reagan knows how much he deserves this ass kicking that’s coming to him. He deserves everything in this match. But TYLER is also the closest thing Reagan has to a brother in this mad mad world and Aka…as much as Reagan hates to admit was a normal teammate. So when it comes to Fallout. He will be sticking with his brother. No matter what, I guess.
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