Fighting Spirit!!

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Oh my god, nobody cares…

Immediately, as if waiting for the moment Jay shuts up, one half of Bad Men Inc. in Andrew Briggs walks out from the back with a microphone in hand.

Andrew Briggs
Genuinely Jay, absolutely nobody cares. You seem to be under the impression that these people here are hanging off your every word but open your eyes man. All asses are in seats out here, not a single solitary man, woman or child gives a single shit what you have to say.

Still walking down the ramp towards Jay while he speaks, small sections off the fans clap for what Briggs just said. They’re hardly jumping up and down cheering for the man as the obviously don’t care much for him either but they at least can appreciate him telling their Light Heavyweight Champion what’s what. As Briggs gets to the bottom of the ramp he turns and walks up the stairs, entering the ring. Defiant, Jay stands his ground in the centre of the ring for a moment before realising he can’t fight right now in his condition so he slightly backs off, giving Briggs his space.

Andrew Briggs
Wow, so much for all that talk just mere moments ago huh? Smart move boy, maybe you’re not completely delusional after all. Maybe. Eh scratch that, you absolutely are. See because you are somehow under the impression that you’ll be keeping hold of that title right there beyond Requiem but I hate to break it to you… No actually I really don’t, I’m happy to break it to you, there is no way in hell that is going to happen. There was next to no chance of it happening before but now that you’ve gone and broken yourself while trying to fight with the big kids, I’m afraid you’re just shit outta luck.

Briggs takes another step towards Jay however this time Jay stands his ground. Surprised at this, Briggs lets slip a chuckle and brushes his hand across the title draped across Jay’s shoulder causing the Irish man to pull away.

Andrew Briggs
What you afraid of little Jay? Scared that big bad Briggs is gonna steal your title? You should be. Twice I have held that championship, I’d say it’s about damn time I make it a third don’t you think? That’s right because at Requiem, dear rebel heart, you will be going one on one with yours truly and believe me, you better hope you recover by then because if you don’t, I will not hesitate to tear your scrawny little arm off completely and slap you around with it. Who knows, maybe that’ll knock some sense into you.

Proud of himself, Briggs stands with a grin smacked across his face looking directly at Jay. For a moment Jay angrily stares back before being caught off guard by what just made itself comfortable on the shoulder of Briggs. Andrew doesn’t even realise at first until he hears members of the audience laughing at him, as soon as he does though he almost jumps out of his skin as an owl flies off of his arm, flapping wildly as if it got a fright too as it flies off to the other side of the ring. As Briggs turns to see what the hell just happened he is greeted with the former Light Heavyweight Champion, Rubik, who holds out his arm for the owl to land on which it does.

Andrew Briggs
What the hell!?

Rubik, barely paying attention, softly strokes the owl and smiles before giving it a little kiss on the head.

Andrew Briggs
Hey guy I’m talking to you!

Briggs angrily storms over to the Brazilian who puts his hand out to stop Andrew in his tracks. He then signals for Briggs to hold up the microphone for him but is refused. Having no idea what’s going on, Briggs throws the mic down to the side causing Rubik to give him the old judgmental stink eye before walking across to Jay and asking for him to hold up his mic for him. Having absolutely no idea what’s going on, Jay obliges.

Rubik
Thank you very much. You can pet her if you like, no sudden movements though she’s easily spooked.

Jay shakes his head and signals down to his other arm in the sling showing that he can’t, he seems sad in doing so though, clearly he wants to. Bewildered across the ring, Briggs starts yelling again causing Rubik to take notice.

Rubik
Guy can you chill for a second, Jesus. Why you so mad? For a man who just announced he has a title shot you do not seem very happy at all. It makes my job awkward now though because I planned on you being at least a little bit happy before ruining your mood.

Rubik goes back to petting the owl and smiling until it pecks his finger causing him to pull away and give it a look of pure betrayal. Briggs is growing sick of this as he once again begins storming towards Rubik. As he gets close however the owl begins to once again flap its wings wildly, giving both Briggs as well as Jay a fright.

Rubik
Fine, clearly your mood isn’t going to get better so I’ll just go ahead and come out with it shall I? Don’t worry, you still have your title shot. You were wrong when you said you would be going one on one with dear Jay however…

Briggs is about to lose his shit and he starts screaming and yelling again while throwing his arms all over the place pointing and the two men and the bird. Both Rubik and Jay stand there with blank faces staring at him.

Rubik
You were so happy just a minute ago guy you need to calm the bean. It’s only little old me that’ll be joining you guys in the match, come on… It’ll be fun. We can all have a grand old time.

Briggs continues as he seen that coming a mile off, Jay however didn’t as he now pulls the mic suddenly away from Rubik. He should’ve listened to Rubik earlier though as the sudden movement spooks the owl causing it to lash out at the Irishman, clawing him in the eye before taking off across the ring. Rubik not wanting to lose his owl gives chase to the bird as it flies in a circle around the ring. Jay crumbles down to the mat in the corner moaning and clutching his face in pain all the while Briggs is still losing his shit in the centre. The audience are in stitches at the scenes playing out in front of them as the lights dim and a theme hits the pa system.

Heh, cute owl. Really....REALLY-- god, such a cute owl. But cute only gets you so far, Rubik. Same goes for flashy moves. But some people seem immune to good advice, and I'm dishing it out on the daily. Here's another piece of perfection y'all specifically should want to listen to, Jay Davis: Keep a calendar nearby.

Keep a real nice, fancy.....just-- just a REAL good calendar on you. Because in a matter of weeks, you and that screwed up arm of yous will tag team against 3 of CMV's finest. Andrew Briggs, yours sincerly......and Rubik's owl.

I know that title doesn't have a 'vacancy' sign on it, but you're walking into an inevitable outcome. And spoiler alert, it won't be the Owl that swoops down for that Light Heavyweight Title of yours. Briggs won't be going to the insane asylum with a pretty, delicate little toy around his neck-- well, maybe a noose, if we get lucky. Rubik is not getting his hands anywhere near the title either. He can't control his pet, yet alone his own career. I've still got things left to do at CMV. I've never done this flippy stuff--

Lucky. If that was up to me, that abomination would be dinner right now. Let me put this in layman's terms: I have been interested in taking this little thing you got going on for a while, now. From a little spark.....may burst a flame. To all of you: Feel my inferno. I'm going to engulf you all.
Good talk.