Little white lies.

[Stylin' Kyle Roberts [REBEL]]

(The living room of Kyle Roberts. Kyle's eating a bowl of chili at the counter, as his girlfriend Amy, sits on the couch, reading the Edmonton Journal.)

KYLE ROBERTS: The sheer nerve of this puke.

AMY: Mmhmm.

KYLE ROBERTS: Accusing me of having writers for my promos. Doesn't he know this stuff is all me freebasing?

AMY: (not looking up from her paper) I'm pretty sure you mean freeforming. Freebasing has a completely different connotation.

KYLE ROBERTS: Right. Freeforming. It's all improv, baby! You think a man on my talents and awesomeness has to depend on a bunch of fat-assed nerds who've got nothing better to do than go around thinking to themselves, "Hey, we should have Kyle talk about his bad childhood." No, sir, it's all me, looking at the camera and just saying whatever the hell comes out of my mouth. Writers. Pffft.

(Kyle looks at Amy.)

KYLE ROBERTS: So, what did you have planned for the night. I recorded Heroes!

AMY: (finally looking up from her paper) Sorry, hon. I've got plans to go out tonight.

KYLE ROBERTS: Oh yeah? With Tiffany?

AMY: (after a slight pause) Um.

KYLE ROBERTS: Dammit, Amy! Do you really think that's necessary?

AMY: Look, Kyle, she's been dating Bruce for six months now. At the beginning, it was your prime mission to get us to become friends, and it finally happened. So why are you in such a snit about who I'm going to see?

KYLE ROBERTS: It's complicated, okay?

AMY: It's about the angle, right? You and Bruce are feuding, so we can't be seen together outside?

KYLE ROBERTS: Exactly! Also, I won't want her to put poison into your- (Kyle abruptly stops talking, biting his lip.)

AMY: Poison? Why? Did you make a pass at her or something?

KYLE ROBERTS: (scrambling) Yeah. That's it. I screwed up.

AMY: (narrowing her eyes) Kyle Roberts, that's your "covering because that explanation sounds better than the truth" face. Tell me.

KYLE ROBERTS: The truth? Fine. Bruce... well, he hasn't told Tiffany that this is an angle.

AMY: Seriously? She's under the impression that it's real?

KYLE ROBERTS: Yes! Have you talked to her since last week at all?

AMY: Well, no, but we've been going out to Earl's for martinis every month. And this is our usual night.

KYLE ROBERTS: Well, she might be pretty mad at me.

AMY: No fooling? Bruce hasn't told her? Why? Does he WANT her to be mad at you?

KYLE ROBERTS: Don't ask me for an insight into the mind of Bruce Richards, Amy. Especially when it comes to the first girl he's been with in three years.

AMY: But that makes no sense! Why would Bruce not tell her about such an important angle as Kyle Roberts turning on Bruce Richards? You had to practically force me to watch Tuesday Night Fights just so you could tell me about it all being worked! Just so I wouldn't freak out!

KYLE ROBERTS: So I'm asking you to not go out tonight. Stay home with me.

AMY: No, Kyle. If Bruce is holding something from her like this, she's GOT to know. Speaking of which, I've got to be going.

(Amy puts on her shoes and opens the front door of their apartment.)

AMY: I'll be home soon.

KYLE ROBERTS: Love you. Be careful.

(Amy blows a kiss and closes the door behind her.)

KYLE ROBERTS: (BLEEP). (BLEEP)! ShitshitshitSHIT!

(Kyle Roberts pulls out his cell phone and makes a call.)

KYLE ROBERTS: Hey, it's me. Amy just went out and she's meeting with Tiffany.

No, I told her that it's all a work. You think I want her to know that I really beat the shit out of my tag team partner?

So, what do I do? How do I stop this from going out of control?

Couldn't you go and interrupt their drinks?

Yes, I'm aware that you want to remain hidden. That showing yourself right now would lead to the shock of you appearing with me. But we're talking about Amy here!

No! I don't give a (BLEEP) about Sam Finn! This is more important than that big bitch!

Strategy against him? I dunno, I was planning on BREAKING HIS BACK! (BLEEP)! Seriously, I don't give two shits about that whiny homeless bum. Have you seen him in action?

No, he lost last week, I'm talking about Cold Snap.

Yeah, he was in the six-man scramble. He actually won that thing, but hey, he won against Krusty Kid Paul. I mean, there isn't much lower on the ladder you could go. But did you see his finishing move?

(Kyle starts giggling.)

Okay, he takes his opponent, right? And then he punches him. A lot.

No, that's it! He just punches them! THAT'S his finisher! I mean, sure, D! did that, but he was smart enough to know that for a finisher, you've got to do something that, well, FINISHES them!

Yes, I'm aware how big he is. So all I've got to do is avoid the punches. Kyle Roberts is smarter than Sam Finn. Kyle Roberts is QUICKER than Sam Finn. Kyle Roberts is more of a wrestler than that piece of Calgary trash will EVER be.

No, I'll show him a finisher. I've Fused people bigger than him. And I'll work his back so hard, he'll have no chance but to tap to the Beartamer like the bitch he is. I'll injure his legs, I'll injure his arms, I'll go for his back. He won't be the same once Stylin' Kyle Roberts is done with him.

No, I am keeping focus on the main goal, which is to cripple the newbie. Show him who the most dominant wrestler in the NAPW is. Especially now that I don't have the anchor of Bruce Richards keeping me down.

So, seriously, what can I do about Amy?

No, really? He got what?

Yeah, I'll call him. It doesn't hurt to ask, right?

Sure, I'll keep you updated. Later.

(Kyle hangs up, and accesses his cell's phonebook, looking for a number.)

Here we go.

(Kyle dials the number.)

Hey, David. It's Kyle Roberts here. You still got that assistant from NAPW? Could I borrow him for a bit?

(And with that scheming, we fade to black.)