Chapter 10
The empty hall was no surprise to Bret. Its darkness was so thick he couldn't see the edges of this hall he had sat in for over an hour. He had waited here patiently, but now he was irritated beyond composure. Pounding his fist into his aching hand, he looked around the cold edges of the ground, but, like many times before, his eyes were stabbed back with darkness. He grunted impatiently as he waited, wanting to make sure he had some words ready to come out of his mouth. His legs were slouched towards his chest, where he had still been feeling the bruises that Big Daddy Cool had laid upon him, or rather a big daddy wonder pet.
Noises at the end of the hall came from the drops of water seeming in through the ceiling thanks to a thunderstorm. Tonight, Bret was in a mood to set things right. Then, other noises. Bret could hear noises coming towards him, and, lifting his head, attempted to see who was coming, still pounding his fist into his hand.
"What?" He asked, the shadow of someone before him.
"We've got a problem." The Man said, his voice low like others were around.
"There's no need to whisper, Owen. It seems we're the only ones here now."
Owen stood firm, swaying a little on his feet as he attempted to get his brother's face in sight. But the room had other plans, it would say. Owen managed to fumble through his pocket until he came to the small note he had wanted to show his brother for quite some time. He really hadn't had the chance to since he was busy with, well, business. Taking up for his brother when he was absent.
"I was worried they were gonna send you home, bro, but they didn't, did they?"
"No," Bret smirked. "Only Big Daddy weasel."
"He tried to blame it on you," Owen said, the note still in hand. "Here. I've got this."
Bret managed to get the outline of his brother in the darkness. "Leave me. I want to think for awhile."
"But it's important. You need to see this."
"I'll see it later, alright? I don't want to leave here until little Shawn shows up."
Owen sighed, taking back the note from his outstretched hand to his pocket. "I saw him and Diesel when they left. Before that, your posse had Shawn in a bit of a situation, that is, until some guy came and messed it all up. One of them had bleach all over their clothes, and you wouldn't believe that that guy tried to pick a fight with them."
Bret grinned in the darkness. "It seems Shawn's got some company. No matter. He'll be kissing my boots in that ring when we meet again."
Owen attempted to speak, but his mouth couldn't conjure words that either him or his brother could understand. When it came to his brother, Owen knew he was nothing but bad news. Even though, he had to admit, playing with other superstars was the only fun around the industry.