The hunt has begun?

[Stylin' Kyle Roberts [REBEL]]

(The Guess store at West Edmonton Mall. A man enters, wearing a leather jacket, tinted designer glasses, and a leather Kagol-style hat. A cute sales associate walks up to him and greets him, as her job entails.)

GUESS GIRL: Welcome to Guess. Is there anything you're looking for?

MAN: No, thanks. Just looking...(the man glances at the girl's nametag)...Tiffany...

(Tiffany pales a little, mostly because she realizes she's heard that voice before many times, although not usually at the conversational tone that he's using here. Once he looks over his glasses and smirks, she realizes that it is, in fact, Kyle Roberts of the New and Improved D-X.)

KYLE ROBERTS: I'll admit, I am a little disappointed. I thought for sure that you'd make an alias for yourself in New Alberta Pro. Heck, most wrestlers and people in the business do. But, no, it's pretty easy to track down a Tiffany MacIntyre if need be.

TIFFANY: What are you DOING here, Kyle?

KYLE ROBERTS: Shopping, of course. That's why people come to Guess, isn't it? Also, to congratulate you.

TIFFANY: Congratulate me?

KYLE ROBERTS: You know, I would have thought Cam and Mike would be, I don't know, Education students, maybe. But to see that they actually have talent in things other than drinking and eating? I was surprised. So that's what you three were working on all last week. That's the reason I didn't see you after you cheated Bruce and me out of the titles. You were working on the musical.

TIFFANY: (openly confrontational now) How are you liking it, Little Red?

KYLE ROBERTS: (chuckles) It's not bad. Very community play-ish. But not bad. You made quite the fetching Coach Jago. If only he filled out his track suit as well as you did. And, of course, wasn't a fifty-year-old man.

TIFFANY: If you lay one hand on me, I'll-

KYLE ROBERTS: You'll what, Tiffany? Call Mike and Cam to help you? Ask your manager to escort me out of the store? All I'm doing is checking out the merchandise. And looking at some clothes.

TIFFANY: Get. Out. Get out of my store.

KYLE ROBERTS: Sure, I can do that. Maybe I'll just find you at the university tomorrow afternoon. Sociology 308, isn't it? With Professor Landry? When's that, 3 pm, right?

TIFFANY: You bastard.

KYLE ROBERTS: Is it sinking in now, Tiffany? Everywhere I can find you? This is why people in the business usually have aliases, you know. Heck, my number's unlisted, and most of the bills are under my roommate's name. I value my privacy a lot. Just like I value championship gold. Like you saw last week, I'm not happy when people go after stuff that doesn't belong to them. Just like you don't belong to me. But feelings can change, can't they? Under different circumstances, who knows? Maybe Tiffany MacIntyre would have managed a REAL tag team. Like D-X.

TIFFANY: Please, just leave.

(The store manager comes up to check on the two.)

STORE MANAGER: Is anything the matter here?

KYLE ROBERTS: No, I was just asking...Tiffany here what might be a good gift for my girlfriend. Her birthday's coming up soon, and Tiffany's almost the same dimensions as my girlfriend.

STORE MANAGER: Oh, I see. So everything's fine?

KYLE ROBERTS: Oh, indeed, sir. Just looking for ideas. Tiffany's got it well under control.

STORE MANAGER: Excellent. I hope you find what you're looking for.

KYLE ROBERTS: Oh, I'm sure I will. (looks at Tiffany) I'm sure I will.

(The manager leaves to fix some vests on a display table.)

KYLE ROBERTS: Well, Tiffany, thank you very much for the ideas. I'm sure my girlfriend will really appreciate what I'll get here. (Roberts starts to leave the store. At the door, he turns back.) See you around.

(He leaves. Tiffany exhales deeply, and heads to the staff room to calm down.)

TIFFANY MACINTYRE used with permission.