D-X No MORE?!?!?

[Stylin' Kyle Roberts [REBEL]]

(Scene: Downtown apartment building. The camera feed is actually a black and white security camera, facing from the top. Kyle Roberts, dressed in a suit, comes out of an apartment, locks the door. All of a sudden, Bruce Richards comes up from behind him and plants Roberts into the wall.)

KYLE ROBERTS: (struggling for breath and for composure) Hey, Bruce. Haven't seen you since Monday! What's up?

BRUCE RICHARDS: I just wanted to check in. See what kind of progress you were making.

KYLE ROBERTS: Well, my appointment with my lawyer's this morning. It's where I'm going now, actually.

BRUCE RICHARDS: (slams Kyle into wall every other word for emphasis) Well, that's GOOD. I WOULDN'T want ANYTHING to KEEP you from your APPOINTMENT.

KYLE ROBERTS: Bruce, could you keep it down? Amy had the night shift yesterday, and she's trying to sleep.

BRUCE RICHARDS: Oh. Sorry.Tell you what, I'll make this short and sweet: If you don't get this match thrown out, then there's the chance that we might lose our titles. And let's face it: The only reason we've stuck around together so long is because that tag team gold hasn't left our waists since last year.

KYLE ROBERTS: Well, YEAH! Because we're awesome!

BRUCE RICHARDS: AND because, so far, I haven't found a tag team partner better than you. On Monday Night Nights, you let me down. You let your PARTNER down.

KYLE ROBERTS: Only because the rope break didn't count!

BRUCE RICHARDS: LET ME FINISH! You let ME down. And NOW, you're going to make it up.

KYLE ROBERTS: And I WILL! Once I speak to the lawyer!

BRUCE RICHARDS: (lets go of Roberts) You'll make it up. Or DIE trying. Got that?

KYLE ROBERTS: Got it.

BRUCE RICHARDS: So we're clear?

KYLE ROBERTS: Crystal.

BRUCE RICHARDS: Good. (The Beast fixes up Kyle's suit.) Knock 'em dead. Champ. (The Beast leaves, and Kyle Roberts slumps against the wall, finally exhaling.)

Fade to black.

-Written with Bruce Richards-