{Scene opens with Rollin' Ryan Dice and his manger/best friend, JC CooL, relaxing in their locker room during a XZW/CWWe house show... Ryan is wearing a black XZW shirt and so is JC. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door.} Ryan: Come in! (Articulate Johnson steps into the room with a microphone in hand.) JC: Now, what in the hell do you want? Articulate: I was just wondering if I could get a few words with Ryan about his match up this Monday on Impact? Ryan: First of all, XZW is running this show now... Have some respect in your voice when you say my name and if you call me "Ryan" again, I'll shove my foot so far up your ass that the sweat on my knee will quench your thirst... You will address me as "Mr. Dice" or I'll not only kick your ass, but I'll make sure that you are no longer employed here ... Got it? Articulate: Yes... Mr.... Dice... Ryan: That's better bitch boy, now continue... Articulate: I was just wondering if you have any comments towards Deakon Payne after his last promo... JC: This Deakon Payne kid is just a joke... He thinks he is the best damn wrestler here, does he? We got news for this chump... Rollin' Ryan Dice is two hundred and ten percent Premium athlete and he is one of the best damn technical wrestlers to ever step foot into a wrestling ring... Ryan: That's right... See, Tommy Chill is already ducking me... So, it looks like I'm left with this chump... But, hey I'm not complaining... Atleast I get a belt out of the gig... Articulate: Excuse me Mr. Dice, but Deakon Payne is a top CWWe superstar and the Wreckindown championship is a highly respected belt... Ryan: Shut up, I wasn't finished talking... Is this Deakon Payne get mentally challenged? Does he have ADD or something? Articulate: Uhh... Not that I know of, but what would make you ask a question like that? Ryan: Oh well, maybe he's just on drugs or something... The kid comes on TV and says that he's going to show ME what pro wrestling is all about? Please... By all means Deakon... Show ME what Pro Wrestling is all about... I'm fucking begging you to show me... Payne don't know a God Damned thing about WRESTLING.... He tries to sound like he does, but everyone knows that he's just another joke who likes to think that they have what it takes to call themselves a wrestler... JC: The only intelligent thing that he managed to mumble out of his mouth was when he made a comment about you not being "Xtreme." Articulate: What? How can Ryan Dice not be Xtreme? He's a member of XZW... Ryan: XZW already has the best fucking "Xtreme" wrestlers around... I'm here to bring a touch of Old School technical wrestling into the mix... I'm here to show the whole fucking planet that garbage cans and toilet seats don't belong in the wrestling ring... My mission to rid the RWD of the "Xtreme" garbage was cut short, so I'm here to pick up where I left off in RWD... Only this time, I'm going to do it the right way... JC: Yeah... You see, now we've realized that to get rid of "Xtreme" wrestling, you need the best of the "Xtreme" athletes by your side and we have that in the XZW... Soon, after CWWe is long and gone and Rollin' Ryan Dice is at the Top of XZW, then everyone will realize that Old School wrestling isn't just a thing of the past anymore... It's a thing of the future baby! Articulate: Getting back to Deakon Payne, he had some pretty harsh comments towards you about the way you dress and he even went as far as to say that you have no honor... Why would you respond to that? (Ryan and JC start to laugh) Ryan: You know, it's pretty lame when a guy comes on TV and can't think of anything else to do, then make fun of the other guy's clothes... See Deakon, I have something called style... Maybe you'll pick up on it one day... When your Mom stops picking out your wardrobe maybe... (Ryan and JC laugh again.) JC: And as far as Honor goes... How in the blue hell can this guy say that Rollin' Ryan Dice has no honor... He doesn't even know a damn thing about Ryan Dice... Shit, he probably doesn't know a damn thing about honor either... Ryan: Who cares... People like him make me sick to my stomach... He talks about Glory, Honor and all that bullshit... Why doesn't he just come on the screen and say what he really means by that? Articulate: And what would that be? (Ryan starts to mock Deakon Payne) Ryan: Oh, I'm sooo scared that I might lose my precious little belt to Ryan Dice and then all the fans wouldn't like me... But, when I lose, at least I will still have my honor and my pride... Please pray for me... Pray that Ryan Dice don't kick my ass and embarrass me on national television... But, most of all, please cheer for me! (Ryan and JC start to laugh again.) JC: God, I hate when people suck up to the fans, for cheap pops... Ryan: Same here... Personally, I say fuck the fans... They like me, good for them... They hate me, who the fuck cares? Sure as hell not me... I couldn't care less if every person in the building hates me or loves me, but the fact of the matter is, when I walk out of the ring, they will KNOW that Rollin' Ryan Dice is the God of Old School wrestling and they will KNOW that Rollin' Ryan Dice is one of the best technical wrestlers to ever step foot into a wrestling ring! Articulate: You certainly seem a little over confident... Ryan: I know you didn't just talk back to me... Articulate: Uhh... Sorry Mr. Dice... I just meant that... Ryan: Don't try to cover up your words boy... I heard exactly what you said and I know what you meant... As a matter of fact... Get the hell out of my dressing room... This interview is over... Articulate: But I... JC: Didn't you hear what Ryan said? Get the fuck out! (Articulate walks out of the locker room and closes the door on his way out.) Articulate: They don't pay me enough money to put up with this shit... {Articulate Johnson just shakes his head in disbelief as the scene fades to black.}
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