Post by Ravager on Jan 18, 2006 2:34:19 GMT -5
Stylin' Kyle Roberts leaves The Guess store in West Edmonton Mall. He struts away, feeling cocky about the mind game he just played. As he walks he passes a bench where a bunch of attractive young women are sitting.
Roberts: (as he passes each girl) Hey there ladies! How are you? Kyle Roberts, future NAPW Tag Team Champion here. Any of you ladies interested in...
He reaches the end of the bench. Instead of a pretty girl, he comes face to face with Ravager.
Roberts: Well. There's a letdown.
Ravager: A bit young for you, aren't they Kyle?
Roberts: Don't you have a match to prepare for, Bob?
Ravager: I got plenty of tapes at home. Thought I'd take a break. Maybe do some shopping. Did the Guess have anything in your size?
Roberts: Nothing I couldn't break in.
Ravager: (chuckles) The biggest match of my career is in six days, and I'm dealing with an over - sexed comedian.
Roberts: (a huge grin comes over his face) Is this the job you've been hinting at? (laughs) And how is miss retail monkey paying you? Oh let me guess...
Ravager: Actually, she paid me in cash. See, she's very good about saving her money. And what with the big payday after her boys kicked your asses for the Tag Titles, she more than met my fee.
Roberts bristles a bit, but is quickly back to his cocky self.
Roberts: No need to concern yourself Bob. I was just browsing. Nothing I wanted in there anyways. At least, nothing I wouldn't throw out after one use. Good luck with your match. If you start concentrating on it, you may only be the second man eliminated.
Roberts struts off. He spies another group of young ladies, and stops to say hi.
Roberts: Hello ladies what.. the crap!.....
Ravager has grabbed Roberts, one hand on the collar, the other his belt. He tosses Roberts into a nearby fountain.
Ravager: I'd worry about your own match Roberts. Maybe study up on the men you'll meet in the ring, rather than the manager. Cause I've been hired on for more than one night. And I'm very good at the jobs I'm hired to do.
Roberts: I'll ruin you like you ruined my jacket you son of a...
Ravager: Oh, and tell Casino not to stay too attached to the title. Cause if D! doesn't get it, I will.
Ravager walks off. Roberts is trying to get a footing, but his leather soled shoes make it hard for him to get a grip on the wet surface.
Roberts: I won't forget this Ravager! If you don't pay, your little skank friend will!!
Roberts notices the ladies are still watching.
Roberts: Water's fine ladies, care to join me?
Fade to Black.
Stylin' Kyle Roberts used with permission
Roberts: (as he passes each girl) Hey there ladies! How are you? Kyle Roberts, future NAPW Tag Team Champion here. Any of you ladies interested in...
He reaches the end of the bench. Instead of a pretty girl, he comes face to face with Ravager.
Roberts: Well. There's a letdown.
Ravager: A bit young for you, aren't they Kyle?
Roberts: Don't you have a match to prepare for, Bob?
Ravager: I got plenty of tapes at home. Thought I'd take a break. Maybe do some shopping. Did the Guess have anything in your size?
Roberts: Nothing I couldn't break in.
Ravager: (chuckles) The biggest match of my career is in six days, and I'm dealing with an over - sexed comedian.
Roberts: (a huge grin comes over his face) Is this the job you've been hinting at? (laughs) And how is miss retail monkey paying you? Oh let me guess...
Ravager: Actually, she paid me in cash. See, she's very good about saving her money. And what with the big payday after her boys kicked your asses for the Tag Titles, she more than met my fee.
Roberts bristles a bit, but is quickly back to his cocky self.
Roberts: No need to concern yourself Bob. I was just browsing. Nothing I wanted in there anyways. At least, nothing I wouldn't throw out after one use. Good luck with your match. If you start concentrating on it, you may only be the second man eliminated.
Roberts struts off. He spies another group of young ladies, and stops to say hi.
Roberts: Hello ladies what.. the crap!.....
Ravager has grabbed Roberts, one hand on the collar, the other his belt. He tosses Roberts into a nearby fountain.
Ravager: I'd worry about your own match Roberts. Maybe study up on the men you'll meet in the ring, rather than the manager. Cause I've been hired on for more than one night. And I'm very good at the jobs I'm hired to do.
Roberts: I'll ruin you like you ruined my jacket you son of a...
Ravager: Oh, and tell Casino not to stay too attached to the title. Cause if D! doesn't get it, I will.
Ravager walks off. Roberts is trying to get a footing, but his leather soled shoes make it hard for him to get a grip on the wet surface.
Roberts: I won't forget this Ravager! If you don't pay, your little skank friend will!!
Roberts notices the ladies are still watching.
Roberts: Water's fine ladies, care to join me?
Fade to Black.
Stylin' Kyle Roberts used with permission