Primo knows as soon as he stops feeling like he was hit by a train that he's caused his brother his match-- it's blatant from the abrasive, so called music playing, the lack of Carlito cheerfully helping him up, checking him over for injuries.

He reluctantly opens his eyes to find a ref fussing near the ring apron and looks up to find Carlito resting near the ropes, his face screwed up in pain. "Carlito?" he calls, scrambling to his feet. "You ok?"

"Primo," he says, immediately hiding the discomfort he's in. "Carlito's fine. Are you?"

"I'm great," he mutters as the ref aims his attentions to his brother's swelling arm, a frown on his face. "What's wrong?"

"We have to get ice on this right now," the trainer, who had seemingly come out of no where, explains as he takes the ref's place.

"You alright, Primo?" the ref, whose name the youngest Colon brother has forgotten, asks as he passes.

"Yeah, I'm good." His head is swimming- Carlito may be injured and everyone is asking if he is ok. What's wrong with them all?

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"My brother's a jerk, I don't want associated with him at all!" Primo explains to the gaggle of Raw divas who are hanging around-- apparently Carlito was a bit of a playboy, based on the looks of agreement on some of the ladies' faces.

"Ladies, your segment is up next," a referee calls out to them, and they slowly leave Primo behind.

"You should not talk about your brother in that fashion," a heavily accented voice full of bravado announces suddenly.

He turns to find Santino and Beth Phoenix standing behind him, Beth running a hand up and down Marella's bicep quietly. "What's it to you?" he asks, more annoyed than curious.

"I tag teamed with Carlito; we were very successful, oh yes! All he ever talked of was Primo this, Primo that. Primo and Carlito would make a great tag team, yada yada... As if anyone could be a better partner than Santino Marella!"

Beth nods in agreement as Primo gapes after the two.

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Primo watches the tape of his brother's match. Examines the look on his face, even reads his lips to see what exactly Carlito said when Primo was knocked over. Sees the truth in Marella's words, feels it deep inside.

He now is sure he hasn't made a mistake by switching brands, didn't screw up when he decided to give his brother a chance.

Carlito's not perfect, but after all, neither is he, and they have these belts now.

It's a start.

"You'll be fine," he promises, resting a hand on his brother's uninjured arm, relieved that the older man has earbuds in and thus can't hear his soft murmurs. "I'll be here."