Hours before Vendetta…
“Hey, hold up for a minute.”
The man turned around to see Dante stepping towards him. Cross kept his hands in his pocket as he came forward.
“What is it Cross?”
Dante leaned against the wall, looking forward away from the man, a smirk on his face, “I was really rooting for you last week.”
His fellow wrestler joined Dante against the wall, “Yeah well, shit happens.”
Dante nodded in agreement, “Didn’t come out too well myself.”
The man turned to Dante, “What do you want Cross?”
Dante chuckled, “What can’t have a few words with an old friend?”
The man did not reply. They stood there for a time, a silence over the two men. Dante seemed to be contemplating his next words as they leaned against the wall. Finally, he sighed.
“I uh…I’m not doing too great right now,” he said at last. “It’s been a rough few months for me and well, I want you at my side.”
“Me at your side?”
“Not like that, I mean…you know,” Dante shrugged as he tried to find the right words.
“You and me?”
“You and me, us, we—whatever,” Dante replied.
He removed himself from the wall and turned to leave, “I’ll think about it.”
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