A few weeks later, it was business as usual with Candy and Slade.
“My gosh, man. Do you hear yourself? You seriously can’t be that dense. You think you’re God’s gift to women, don’t you?”
“Why don’t you shut up, Candy? No one is talking to you. You’re lucky you’re traveling with Retribution at all, instead of the loser, jobber bus.”
“Those losers make you idiots look good. Without the random jobber for you to beat up on, fans would figure out what a worthless piece of s**t wrestlers you assholes are,” Candy grumbled as she drank from her juice box.
“Hey! Stop it, you two. I don’t want to hear you both bitching all the way to Atlanta.” Colt threw pillows over his ears, blocking out their voices. “Just watch the damn movie.”
“Don’t worry, Sprinkles. You’ll be back with the jobber crew s
