STANLEY OF NEW ORLEANS
August 13th, 2021
10:30 am

Table for three. 

That’s what the server was looking at… especially with three most interesting people. 

A small man in a luchador mask, dressed to the nines and ignoring a phone call coming through by turning it face down on the table. 

A tall, brunette woman seated opposite the smaller man, checking her phone while she waits on the man next to her… 

The GIANT of a man, thumbing indecisively through a menu. 

Server:
So… Do you know what you’re going to have yet?

The giant keeps looking over the menu… like he has twelve times in the last five minutes.  

Uriel Cortez:
Sorry, my dude, I’m trying to pick between french fried frog legs or get right to the crab cakes benedict… 

And it takes the Titan of Industry exactly two seconds after that. 

Uriel Cortez:
Hell, you only live once. Frog legs for starter, crab cakes benedict for me… AND the breaux bridge benedict. 

Titaness:
Y… you’re having frog legs? At 10:30 in the morning? With all that?

Cortez nods at the server, then back at his girlfriend. 

Uriel Cortez:
Hey… it’s called power eating. Mateo and I are getting back in the Unified Tag Title hunt. Me and Dan are… well, after Dan gets his face fixed up, we’re gunning for the Tag Party 3 Trophy and crash prize. And Minute here has a new t-shirt line coming out next week… So yes… yes, I am. 

Holly buries her face in her hand. 

Titaness:
You’re unreal. 

She looks up at the server. 

Titaness:
Just pancakes for me, thanks. 

Minute also shakes his head. 

Minute:
Frog legs…? Ew. Esa mierda es asquerosa. Get pancakes like everyone else, amigo. 

Uriel Cortez:
Little man, I’m doing no such thing. Enjoy your… (snickering) ... ham and cheese omelet sandwich. 

Minute:
Me gusta lo que me gusta… 

Server:
Thanks, I’ll go get those orders put in and I’ll check back in a few.

The server walks away and Minute waves. The man recently known as The Most Interesting High Flyer in the World looks across at the happy(ish) couple opposite him. Something… seems off, but he tries to keep his cool. 

Minute:
Hey, Uriel… ustedes son felices, si?

Uriel’s eyebrow raises. 

Uriel Cortez:
Uh… yeah. I mean… she’s not happy I deleted Married at First Sight off the DVR, but I think we’re good?

Titaness shakes her head. 

Titaness:
You knew I wanted to watch that. 

Uriel Cortez:
I’m trying to stock up on Court Cam episodes and my true crime shit, so something had to go, Holly. 

Titaness:
You’re lucky I found MAFS on OnDemand or I’d kick you in the teeth. Next time, I’m changing the Sling TV password. 

Uriel Cortez:
Joke’s on YOU… I’ve forgotten that password more times than I can count, but I’m best friends with Forgot My Password. 

As they playfully bicker, Minute continues to lean back in his chair quietly. Titaness finally stops indulging Uriel’s needling and takes notice before reaching over to tap his hand on the table. 

Titaness:
Hey… you okay, Mateo?

Uriel Cortez:
Yeah, man, all good? I’m sorry that we couldn’t be there when that asshole Rezin took the title. You fought your ass off… 

Minute waves a hand. His phone goes off again… and he ignores it. 

Minute:
Nah, mi amigo. That… is what it is. I know what I can do in singles matches now, though. I’ve been very fortunate. How do I say this…? Tú...  se encontraron. Tienes a alguien.

He points to both of them.

Uriel Cortez:
We found each other… yeah, we did. Mateo… we bust each other’s balls, but… you aren’t getting out there or anything? Tinder? Bender? Whatever the fuck dating crap is out there?

Titaness:
Have you even had a chance to get out?

He shakes his head. His phone goes off a third time and he holds it up. 

Minute:
Not lately… He estado demasiado ocupado. Wrestling. Training. Some Favoured Saints tours with some banks… they DO NOT like the Rezin asshole. I did some of those DEF Radio spots with you guys and they liked it so I’ve been doing a few press tours. It’s been a lot, amigo. I didn’t win at Max Def, but having my first singles title… doing the press tours, autograph signings for Favoured Saints? I love it. I am fortunate, but… ustedes dos se hacen felices y yo... Creo que yo también quiero eso, sabes?

Titaness looks up at Uriel, who nods. 

Uriel Cortez:
Yeah, I got it. I’m sorry, man. We have juggled a lot. I just got my wrist cleared yesterday so I’m free for this week’s Battle Royale and I’m free for Tag Party 3. We get through this… you’ll find someone, dude. 

Titaness:
You will. You have a good heart and some girl’s gonna be lucky. And you know what?

She casually looks around the place. 

Titaness:
I bet people saw that match you had with Rezin… girls like guys who can move like that. True story. 

Minute laughs while Uriel nods in agreement. 

Uriel Cortez:
They do. That’s how me and Holly got together.  810 splash off the top. Bam. Here we are. 

Once again, Holly buries her face in her hand. 

Titaness:
Yes, Uriel… you jumped off the top rope and landed right on your head and broke your neck. That’s what did it. 

As the two continue with the banter, food arrives. Minute laughs, but… well, he’s not sure what he’s doing. 

Anywhere. 

Except for trying to ignore his annoying ass phone going off again. 

Minute:
Who the hell…?

He stops when he sees a name on the caller ID. Not the same Favoured Saints office from before. 

VALENTINA

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