It was a nice sunny day in Los Angeles and the warmth in the air was a very clear prelude to the coming summer. Matt and Jeremy had taken a run along the beach soaking it all in. At this point in their careers they were easily recognizable but weren’t afraid to be out in public especially during their runs. If they so choose it was easy to avoid people because they always had their earbuds in and people thought they couldn’t hear them.

In truth they were just on the phone with one another so they could hear each other over the crowds when needed, and being that they were running folks seemed to know they were less likely to stop, and the few that did try to catch them could never keep up and quickly fell behind. He took a brief glance at some of the message coming in on HWA.com and had the itch to respond real fast before he hopped in the shower. Fired the app up and let it rip…

(Jeremy): Causehell, are you serious right now dude? We’re coming up on Ring Master and you’re worried about Fallen? Nothing matters right now but this tournament. Nothing but winning the HWA Championship and not that you stand a chance of beating me in round two…but if you don’t share that same goal…then don’t bother showing up. You better get your head in the game, because I’m not going to carry you. I’ll go it alone if I have to while you sit around and worry about whatever the hell Fallen is up to.

Jeremy shakes his head a bit annoyed at his Ring Master partner.

(Jeremy): That being said, that’s no disrespect to you Wolfy…as I’ve said before. I am looking past Havoc, but not in a way that’s disregarding our match. As you know, I’m looking forward to it. I’m happy for the success you’ve had in your short time. You truly became an instant star around here. The fans love you and that’s half the battle sometimes. As unorthodox a style you may have, and talented as you may be…you’re not about speed bump my road to Ring Master.

Contemplatively Jeremy folds his hand together, forefingers coming to a peak at his chin.

(Jeremy): Being the animal enthusiast you are Wolfy, you’ll appreciate it when I tell you I’m the Thoroughbred of HWA, and you’re all on the track in “my” race. A year ago I wasn’t even sure I wanted to be in this business and I still excelled in it. What do you guys think is going to happen with a laser focused Jeremy Branson eyeing that finish line?

Before he can say another word…just then off camera pops in Matt, shoving his face into the screen.

(Matt): You’re all going to eat his dust, so you are?

He slams a kiss on Jeremy’s cheek and ducks out of view, leaving Jeremy grinning from ear to ear blushing. He looks to the side at Matt, then tries to refocus.

(Jeremy): I uh….so yeah Havoc. The last show before the big show. Boys and girls…this is where the rubber meets the road as the saying goes. I see some of us have already placed our bets, eh Tobias? “Nepo Squad” was it? First off…don’t go singing that bitch Erica’s sad song about nepotism. None of us have been privileged with anything. Like you, we’ve worked hard and earned our places. If that gives me your vote for Havoc then so be it, I’ll take the win, but I’m not putting much excitement behind it because you’d just as soon vote for anyone to get a victory over Wolfy.

Once again Matt makes his presence felt, this time yelling off camera from the bed room.

(Matt): Babe…we’re gonna be late so we are…I still gotta get a bloody card.

Jeremy looks at the time in the corner of his screen.

(Jeremy): Gotta keep it short and sweet this time folks, we’re off to visit Michelle this afternoon. I know many of your out there have been sending you well wishes…so keep them coming. She’s got a lot to process right now and I know every bit of positivity helps in her recovery. Right then…I’m off and I’ll see you at Havoc.

Jeremy waves and publishes his message as the scene fades to black.