Justin smiled as he looked at the camera, Owen standing behind him, looking like a terrifying bodyguard. “You know, our grandfather used to talk about Jersey. He would talk about how great the place was, how much he loved working there, and how he wanted to retire there.” Justin said, then blinked and chuckled. “Oh wait, that was New York. What did grandpa say about Jersey? That’s right, he didn’t talk  about Jersey. Guess it didn’t leave much of an impression on him.” Justin looked at Owen, who shrugged.

“Kinda like the so-called Wrecking Crew. I’ve been told that I’ve watched a some of their matches, but for the life of me, I can’t think of anything they’ve done. Guess they  don’t leave much of an impression either.” Justin said, looking back at the camera. “But hey, there is a bright side to this Brad and Stan. People are going to remember you, after my brother and I leave you in the middle of the ring, asking yourselves what god you angered for them to make you cross paths with us. Better start praying for forgiveness boys, we are closing in on you.” Justin said, moving for Owen, who stepped forward.

“There are only three things certain in life. Death, taxes, and the Wrecking Crew getting the worse beating of their lives.” Owen said.

“Remember, life never favored weakness.” Justin said, appearing on camera again. “Welcome to the Pride!” He said, standing there with his arms out, holding a pose for the camera.

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Justin knew the hand single for when the camera was off but Owen didn’t. Owen was waiting for Justin to give some clue that they could move again. The camera crew knew what Justin was doing, and didn’t say a word.

After a moment, Justin raised his arm to cover Owen’s face, blocking it from the camera. That’s when it dawned on Owen what was going on, and gave his brother a push.

“How long have we been standing here like idiots?” Owen asked.

“Well, three minutes. But you’ve been standing like an idiot for as long as I can remember.” Justin joked, the camera crew gathering their equipment. “Hey good work today. We might make you a wrestling star yet.” Justin said as they walked out into the hall.

“Thanks. But I gotta say, I hate playing a face. Heels get more fun.” Owen said.

“Don’t worry. The boss knows what he is doing. The fans are used to seeing me as a heel. So, we build you up as the big hero, and then imagine the pop from the crowd when we turn heel.” Justin said, grabbing a nearby drink. 

This was when Sal had his little “moment” the sounds of yelling coming from the room he was recording in. “Oh that is not a good sound.” Justin said and Owen nodded. When Sal came out, and made his little speech, Justin was grinning from ear to ear.

“Looks like you are gonna add another championship to your record.” Owen said, but Justin shook his head.

“No, no no no. We are going for those tag titles. Plus, I hear the current Champs need to be taken down a peg.” Justin said,  taking a drink. “Plus, this will give us time to build you up as a predator.” He told him.

“So, what’s the plan?” Owen asked, grabbing a drink.

“Simple, don’t start a fight, do as Sal says, and hopefully we’ll get title shots soon. Let’s focus on the Crew, and none of that stuff we did back home.” Justin said.

“Ah, but I liked using chairs.” Owen joked, putting on his best “spoiled brat” voice he could, taking a drink and grabbing some food.

When they passed by Don, Justin gave his fellow veteran a nod. “So, When is Sal gonna make you two team up as the “old men” of the locker room?” Owen asked.

“Careful boy. Being the veteran in the locker room is the best thing. You and that other kid are paying your dues. Don and I can order you to do push-ups and Sal would make it happen.” He said as they walked. 

“There is no way Sal would make that happen.” Owen said.

“HEY SAL! OWEN SAYS HE IS TO GOOD TO DO TWENTY PUSHUPS!” Justin called down to the smoking area, knowing Sal was there.