Titus Love and Average Jo are… The Men’s Men.

[Quillz]

***The scene opens backstage at the PWA Arena. Titus Love, Cynthia Love, and Average Jo are celebrating, following their upset non-title win over Alpha Omega at PWA Battery last night. Cynthia pours a glass of champagne and hands it to her husband.***

CYNTHIA: “Here you go my dear. Nothing but the finest for the manliest man in all of PWA.”

***Titus takes the glass but puts a modest hand up. He turns and hands the champagne flute to Average Jo.***

TITUS: “As much as I’d like to take credit for our newfound success… I think the real congratulations belong to my new partner in all things, Average Jo. We wouldn’t be where we are right now if it weren’t for this… stunningly impressive individual.”

***Jo takes the glass and gingerly sniffs the contents.***

JO: “Why thank you Titus. I work hard to look this good.”

TITUS: “It shows.”

***Titus turns to his wife.***

TITUS: “You know, Cynthia, I have to admit… when you first suggested that Jo and I team up… I was a little skeptical. I mean, clearly Jo is a time tested champion with an adonis-like build. But I didn’t think any tag-team partnership could match the soul-bonded chemistry that you and I share. But… after the past two editions of PWA Battery, I think we may have stumbled onto something… special.”

CYNTHIA: “You should always listen to your woman, teddy-bear. Average Jo isn’t only the NWCW Champion. This sexy slab of man-meat is one of the most dominating forces to ever step into a PWA ring. With Jo’s mammoth strength, your world-class technical ability, and my beautiful brain, this company’s tag-team division is ours for the taking!”

TITUS: “Alpha Omega wasn’t just defeated by the Men’s Men… they were humiliated! Jo and I took those over-rated Spirit Halloween stupids down and splayed them out flat on their backs in record time!”

***Titus puts a hand on Jo’s shoulder.***

TITUS: “And how were we able to do it? We were able to do it because, in that ring, our minds and bodies become aligned as one. Through our shared passion, Jo and I form a BOND stronger friendship. I can’t explain it Cynthia… this is special. I could tell the first time that I felt that meaty hand slide across mine. I knew that I was tagging with a dominating, rock-hard pillar of destruction.”

***Jo flexes a beefy arm and raises an smoky eyebrow at Cynthia.***

JO: “And it’s 100% natural. No steroids. Just lots of protein. And also carbohydrates. And dairy.”

CYNTHIA: “Right… it’s, uh… good to have solid chemistry with your tag-team partner.”

TITUS: “Chemistry? Oh you had better believe our bond was more than chemical. It was SPIRITUAL. The unfiltered union we formed in that ring was all-consuming. Once that bell rang, I couldn’t tell where my body ended and where Jo’s began. All I knew is that from the beginning to the end, it just felt right.”

CYNTHIA: “…”

TITUS: “And now that we’ve beaten the champs in a non-title match, it’s only a matter of time before we get our shot at the PWA Tag-Team Championship!”

JO: “Those two painted pretty boys are going down. HARD.”

CYNTHIA: “Uh, that’s right! Those uh… those championship belts are as good as ours!”

***Titus rubs his hands together enthusiastically as Cynthia looks from Titus to Jo with a slightly uncomfortable expression.***

TITUS: “And it’s all thanks to you Cynthia. None of this would have happened if you hadn’t… opened my mind to the possibilities. You brought us together.”

CYNTHIA: “…oh hell.”

JO: “And now… if you’ll excuse us sweetie, me and my Mensie are off to train.”

TITUS: “It’s gonna be a late night session hon, so don’t wait up.”

CYNTHIA: “Wait, don’t you… want me to come with you?”

TITUS: “Normally I would baby-doll… but it’s Mensies night.”

***Titus claps Jo on the shoulder. Jo gingerly hands Cynthia the untouched champagne glass and pirouettes around and heads out the door with Titus running enthusiastically behind. Cynthia just watches them go with a confused expression on her face.***