“Uhhh…Brian, is there anything I can say that’ll make you see that this is a REALLY bad idea?” a blonde haired man wearing a hoodie yelled at his friend, who was climbing up a giant ladder.
“No there isn’t, Jack. CZW is coming to New Jersey next week, and I want to make sure that they see what I can do!” Brian said, looking down at the table he placed at the bottom of the house.
“You’re going to kill yourself, and won’t live to see CZW,” Jack countered. Brian rolled his eyes and scoffed while preparing to dive.
“You’re just being a buzz kill. If those guys can do it, why can’t I?” Brian asked, with his hands on his hips.
“Well for one thing, those guys have more training than just watching hardcore matches on TV,” Jack once again countered. His words fell upon deaf ears, as Brian took his shirt off, and walked closer to the edge of the roof.