A camera crew weaved through the busy crowds of the backstage crew, locating the sibling duo of Dallas Cruz and Marshall Lee, keeping to themselves and deep in conversation with one another. This was after the shows match, and due to this, the two were in their casual clothing, waiting for the show to end in order to leave. The male sat on a storage crate while his sister leaned against it with her phone in her hand, her eyes locked down on the device while her fingers tapped against the screen. The camera man approached the two, causing them both to look up and pause whatever it was they were talking about.
"Excuse me, Marshall, I'm sorry to interrupt, but can we get a few words from you?"
Marshall simply nodded, figuring why the hell not, it wasn't like he had anything else to do. "Sure thing, knock yourself out." His mood seemed rather different tonight, not like his usually easy going self. Dallas said nothing and simply went back to texting whoever it was she was talking to.
'Well, recently, we've been noticing that your momentum has been dropping. Your feud with Captain Hayes was less than impressive and tonight, your opponent no showed. I mean, you're currently undefeated, but-'
Marshall interrupted him, looking at the man behind the camera with a look that said 'Are you ******** kidding me?' He looked rather offended that this man had used him and the word "unimpressive" in the same sentence. "Look at you, not sugar coating anything,"he stated rather smugly,"But...you're right." Marshall sighed, perhaps a bit over exaggerated, and brushed a few strands of dark hair that had gotten loose from his pony tail from his face. He gave a look over to Dallas, who looked up briefly from her phone, then turned back to the cameraman, staring at him in particular rather than the camera.
"Yeah, I haven't been doing so hot, I will admit that. Sure, I've been winning, but it seems I'm the only one actually giving a damn about the said match. Well, with the exception of that X guy and that cute Dubstep chick. They're cool, they were fun to face." Marshall leaned back and rested himself up against the wall as he spoke, "Tonight, one of my opponents got arrested. Alright, at least we still have one left, right? Nah, that one no showed too. This is bullshit, I mean, did I piss someone off? Is that why I'm getting tossed in these matches?"
He paused, giving the cameraman a genuine look of questioning, as if he had the answers as to why his matches haven't exactly been grade A like he had wanted them to be. "Seriously, who's d**k does my sister have to suck for me to get a decent opponent around here?" As he said this, he gestured his thumb over his shoulder to Dallas while keeping his gaze on the camera man. Quickly, Dallas looked up from her phone and gave him look of disbelief mixed in with a glare. Marshall bit his lip and struggled not to smile. It was obvious he was trying to keep from laughing.
"Maybe it's a case of bad luck?'" Judging by the tone of the camera man, it too sounded like he was holding in a laugh. Dallas only rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath.
"Bad luck? Please, there's no such thing as me having bad luck." huffed Marshall, raising an eyebrow as he said this. "Come on, look at me. Do I look like someone that's unlucky?"
"Well...no, not really..."
"Exactly. Listen," Marshall leaned forward in his sitting position as he spoke, "Whatever the reason is for this little rut I'm going through, I can assure you it's definitely not caused by me. Now I hate to sound like a paranoid p***k, but if someone might be out to get me, then they have no idea what they're getting themselves into. I'm gonna bounce back, I said I was going to be the face of BBW and I always back my claims up."
He hopped off the storage crate, looming tall over the camera man, causing him to pan the camera upwards slightly. "It's time I take matters into my own hands. I'm going to make things happen." Marshall then looked over to Dallas, who had since put her phone away and was now glancing at him with a sly look on her face. "And so is she." With that, the duo gave eerily identical smirks towards the cameraman before Marshall turned and began to walk away. Dallas, however, gave one last look at the camera and winked. Just as she did so, the cameraman cursed as a loud electric popping was heard and the feed suddenly cut out.
