Tia Harris and AKANE vs. Keith Fox and Andy Wolf - O Brother, Where Art Thou?

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Tag
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, submission, or KO

***

It was all going to be so cool. Keith was going to come out to the match alone, walk down to the ring, take his place. Tia and AKANE would come out, make their way down, and they’d probably give him shit for taking them on alone and making this match happen. Then he would smile, look towards the entrance, and music that no one had heard in the arena would play. Surprise! His brother had joined LAW and was going to be his tag partner!

Classic stuff. But it was the day of the match, and there was one, tiny problem. A fly in the ointment. A glitch in the system.

”Dude, where the fuck are you?”

Keith’s brother wasn’t exactly known for being Mr. Punctuality, it was true, but he’d actually planned around that when he asked Andy to do this. Keith had told him that the match would be an hour earlier than it really would, which was a time-tested way to make the man show up on time - movies, hockey games, weddings, you name it. Keith and all of Andy’s friends, the few he had, knew the strategy.

But it hadn't worked today, not when Keith needed him here for this match, and when he gave his brother a call, he found out why.

”Dude, hey.” It was hard to tell on FaceTime with the poor lighting, but Andy seemed to be in bed. Not his bed, either. Keith stood in the gorilla position, decked out in his

”What’s up?”

Keith blinked a couple of times, aghast, before he found the words. ”What’s up? I’m about to do a tag match without a tag partner, that’s what’s up.” He squinted, trying to get a good look at where Andy was on the screen. ”Where the hell are you?”

It took a moment for Andy to speak again, and when he did, it was quiet, hushed, and a little slurred. He was drunk. Or high. Or some combination of both. Keith swore he could smell it through the phone. ”Bro, I met this fine-as-fuck Asian chick at the sushi bar, man. We got to talking, exchanged some details, she invited me over, and-”

”Dude. Dude.” Keith cut that off quick, knowing Andy would go into details if you let him. ”The match. We have a match, why the fuck were you even at-”

”Mr. Fox?”

Keith spun about, wild-eyed, and found himself staring at one of the stagehands, who was thumbing towards the entranceway. ”Your music is playing, your match is up.” She looked about for a moment, confused. ”Isn’t this supposed to be a tag match, where is your-”[/color]

Keith ended the call, pressing the red button harder than his thumb had pressed anything in his entire life. ”No, screw it.” He huffed and stormed towards the curtain. ”It’s just me.”

A moment later, he stomped down the ramp, making up for lost time as his

played around him. He promptly slid under the bottom rope and made his way to his corner, not bothering with any theatrics or showboating. He was going to need every bit of energy he could spare today.