Note: There are two narrators for this story. Chris aka Master Peace in Black text; and Miguel aka Moneymaker in Purple text. It is also noted at the start of each section. If it’s unclear to anyone for any reason, please let me know in the comments so I can adjust for next time.
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THE CAVE. LOCKER ROOM.
NARRATOR: CHRIS/MASTER PEACE
“Ready to be my plus one, Street?”
“Plus one? I’m not your fucking date to a wedding, Chris.” My buddy asks, “Is that really what they call it?”
I shrug, “Yeah, I don’t know. I don’t know why I called it that. They don't call the guy standing at ringside anything specific. The twink you’re countering is called a valet.” Street makes a face. Yeah. He’s not a valet. I suggest, “Bodyguard? Manager? Enforcer? Equalizer?” None of it changes the look. “What would do you want to be?”
“Paid. That’s all I wanna be. It’s the only reason I’m going to stand around, dressed up in a mask and trunks, threatening some twink while you kick his man’s ass. Cody said they pay right after the match. You better, too.”