After finishing his catch-up, Michael shuts down his iPad just as Gabriel takes his earphones out and switches off his MP3 player. Michael's face looks slightly pale and he exhales deeply.
(Gabriel): You still get airsick on long flights?
Michael murmurs an acknowledging response, holding a hand up to his mouth whilst holding his other hand up to let Gabriel know he'll answer in a moment. Eventually Michael responds after leaning over and sliding his iPad back into its case and taking a long drink from a bottle of water sitting on his tray table.
(Michael): Nothing that immediately concerns us. Parker and Eddie look like they're about to tear each other's heads off whilst the rest of the roster seems Hell-bent on taking down the NWO.
A light chuckle emits from Gabriel, whilst he wraps the earphones cables neatly around the body of his MP3 player, placing it in his jean pocket.
(Gabriel): Anything from DNA?
(Michael): Actually, apart from their promo they recorded right after the last Havoc, they have been relatively quiet. Not sure if that's disconcerting or comforting though.
(Gabriel): True, usually they can't wait to slander us for apparently moaning about our lack of a shot at the tag titles or not proving ourselves enough.
Michael smiles as he lounges back in his seat, his head leaning back on the headrest.
(Michael): There's still a few more days till Havoc, Gabriel, we can live and hope, brother.
(Gabriel): It's not like they ever change the record anyway. They're either yapping about how whatever team they are facing aren’t as good as them or mentioning their last tag title reign, if that's what you'd call it, like any recent tag team apart from TNT can actually boast about having a decent reign with the belts.
(Michael): To be fair Gabriel, we've not exactly came out with anything new when we've been on the air in front of the cameras. Having said that, our opponents haven't really given us anything to go on so I guess we could be forgiven for being a little bit inert with what we’ve had to say. The only plus side is that everything we've said thus far, we've managed to back up inside the ring.
(Gabriel): Thus far though, Michael. That Battle Royale last week was an intense test of both our physical and mental attributes, we need to make sure we're focused on DNA this week. I know we've beaten them already but they'll definitely be out for retribution.
(Michael): All we can do is do what we do every week Gabriel and wrestle our matches our own way. Let DNA do their own thing; as long as we concentrate on our own game plan and continue to take the HWA one match at a time, we'll get to the top of the mountain.
One of the flight attendant's voices suddenly sounds over the plane's PA system.
(Flight attendant): Ladies and gentlemen, we are nearing our destination and will be landing shortly in Imam Khomeini International Airport, in Tehran. It is now 15:55 local time and the weather is of course hot and sunny, with the temperature around 35 degrees Celsius. If you could all please put your seats and tray tables in the upright positions, and fasten your seat belts. Thank you.
Michael sighs deeply, breathing deeply out through his mouth and in through his nose.
(Michael): I hate flying…
Gabriel laughs lightly, shoving his brother on the arm playfully.
(Gabriel): Pansy...
The two brothers continue to chat as the plane begins its descent and the scene concludes, fading to black.
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