20th October 2006, Monday 18:36
"Don't you realize what could happen?" bewilderment and frustration exerting from his tone made King smile, he couldn't see the smile procuring behind the life-like mask but he always knew when he was. "All our workwill be undone, all of it!"
King clasped his left shoulder roughly but playfully. "No. All our work would have been worth it" The grip on his shoulder tightened as he grasped for the right one before Armor King escaped his embrace.
Staggering and trying to regain his footing, he always had trouble breaking free of his brother's clutches, he straightened himself upright, his eyes reaching just above King's brow, he was taller than his bro, had been since they were late teenagers. "You're drunk with fame! You haven't even considered how this is going to affect us do-
-us? And who would that be?" retorted his brother. He was taken back, after all these years and the challenges overcome together who else could us be?
They stood there facing each other for what seemed like an hour, time always seemed to go slower when arguments broke out between the two professionals, arguments worth arguing always did.
"Who do you think?" Armor King finally answered. Instead of an answer he was given silence. "Granny Miche! Me! Julia for fuck sake!"
His brother's head lowered in what seemed to be in shame, finally he he's coming to his senses he thought to himself.
"All that matters is that I don't let them down" His head lifted up again, he seemed taller, his voice calm. "Out there is where I can show them"
King began to walk away, the match must be starting soon he remembered, it was scheduled for seven o'clock tonight on the dot. Looking down at his watch the face told him six fifty one. Looking back up he saw his brothers back, Vaseline had been rubbed over his body, something the two always did before a fight so their opponents couldn't grapple with them without a massive effort.
"So you're going to just abandon all we've accomplished?" He called after his rival and brother.
Stopping and tilting his head to the side, King said "Never."
"Then throw it! Please!" he pleaded, but to no success. Light pierced the warm-up room they were in. Blue, red, green and yellow rays filled the quarters followed by the blast of the mega speakers that encompassed the stadium. His brother's song streamed out of it. The roar from thousands of excited and adrenalized fans smothered his shouts to his brother, he couldn't even hear himself, there was no chance King would despite his claim to have hearing like a bat.
He lost sight of his brother as his rippling figure shrunk off into the piercing light and deafening jumble of screams and chants.