Whats Wrong With This Picture?

[R.M. Strong]

This is an old GCWA Arryk Rage RP... I'll be posting a couple of these... ENJOY!!!

-The camera opens up to outside of an FYE Music store. The store isn't open yet, but there is a line of about two hundred people surrounding the store. The line consists most of teenage girls, thirteen or fourteen years old. They are all wearing Hannah Montana shirts, and are made up all teeny bopper style. The camera spans forward, there is a banner hanging above the entrance. The banner reads "Hannah Montana Signing Autographs TODAY". Under that, in very small, hand printed letters, it says "with special guest". The camera fades away. When it comes back, you are inside of the store. There is a table set up, with pictures of Hannah Montana, her CD's, some shirts, and a huge Hannah Montana banner.Off in the distance, behind a closed door, you hear voices. The first, you have never heard before, but the other is obviously Arryk Rage-

Voice - Are you fxxxing kidding me? You aren't serious, are you? This isn't right! We advertised that Hannah Montana was going to be here signing autographs, and you bring me this shit? What the hell are you thinking?

Arryk - What are you talking about? I brought Hannah, she's right there. Don't mind that shes a little quiet right now, she's shy. Now, why don't you just go unlock the door, and announce us, while I get us ramped up. This is a big event.

-After that, a semi well dressed older man storms from the back door. He looks very frustrated, and annoyed at what is going on in the back room. He walks up to the door, shakes his head, takes a deep breath, and unlocks it. About twenty screaming pre-teens storm through the door, pushing the man over and trampling him. He finally gets to his feet, brushes himself off, and walks to the table where a microphone is waiting for him. He clears his throat and begins to speak.-

Man - I'd like to thank you all for showing up today. Unfortunatly Hannah could....

-Arryk interupts from behind the door-

Arryk - JUST ANNOUNCE US!

-The man shakes his head and continues-

Man - Ok, well, Thank you all for coming today. He have a very special guest here today... sort of. And she herself has brought a guest of her own. I know you all have been waiting a very long time, so if you are ready, that wait is over. FYE is proud... not really... to present the GCWA X-Division Champion, Arryk Rage and the one you all waited to see... HANNAH MONTANA... sort of...

-The girls erupt with screeching, yells, and all that noise as Arryk walks out, his left arm wrapped around the cardboard cut out of Hannah Montana. The crowd of girls collectivly groans, feeling that they've been had. Arryk has a huge smile on his face as he sets the cut out up, and sits down next to it. He takes a pair of sunglasses off of his face, and sets them on the table. He slowly reaches into the pocket of his coat, pulling out a black sharpie marker. He smiles again as the first girl reaches the table-

Girl - Where's Hannah?

Arryk - Huh? She's right here, what are you blind? So, what would you like to buy? errr, I mean, have signed?

Girl - Ummm, I was going to have Hannah sign my Magezine, but, nothing now, seeing as how she's not really here. This is such a rip off....

Arryk - Hey Now! A Rip Off?! You're getting two for the price of one here! Not only are you getting to meet your little teeny bopper idol, but you get to meet a wrestling icon in Arryk Rage, absolutely FREE!!!!!

Girl - What are you talking about? No one cares about you, or your stupid little piece of cardboard. You wasted all of our time, and i'm going to tell my daddy!!!!

-Arryk jumps to his feet, and quickly covers his hands over Hannah's "ears". He pulls one off and whispers to her-

Arryk - Don't worry Hannah, that little brat didn't mean it. She doesn't know what she's talking about. Just ignore her, we got more important people to deal with here.

-Arryk waves his hand at the girl, telling her to go away. He sits back down in his chair, breathing a sigh of relief as the girl leaves. He looks up, smiling again as another young girl and her mother walk up to the table. This girl seems to be shy, as her mother is doing all the talking, in an angry tone-

Mother - What kind of joke are you trying to pull here?

Arryk - No joke. Me and Hannah are here to sign autographs and meet our fans. Whats your name?

Mother - You sure have some guts doing this crap. These girls idolize Hannah Montana, and you are basically making fun of them with this fake autograph signing crap. Seriously, you must be crazy. You need some serious mental help.

-The camera fades close into Arryk's face, who is glaring up at this woman. His eyes are burning with rage as he begins ranting like a maniac-

Arryk - Listen to me lady, and listen damn close. Don't you ever, and I mean EVER question my mental stability. Do you even know who I am? Do you know the things I've done? Does that sorry excuse for a half witted mutant brain know the things that I could do? I am the god damned GCWA X-Division Champion. The best at what I do! What the hell are you? Some god damn soccer mom? I've left blood laying in arena's all over the country, the world. The only thing you've left around the country is little bastard children that don't appreciate a good thing when they see it. So, my advice to you is to take that little slut of a daughter, who no doubt will be knocked up by the time she turns fifteen, and get the hell out of my face. You're lucky Ms. Montana is here, or I'd throw you out of this place myself...

-The woman, who is visably shaking, softly grabs her daughter by the arm, tugging her as she walks towards the manager. Arryk shakes his head, and quickly smiles again, looking up. But there is no one in the line any more. Arryk frowns a little, and turns towards Hannah-

Arryk - I'm sorry you had to hear that. Sometimes, I just go off the deep end a little. I know it scared you, and I'll try not to let it happen again.But you know I hate when people are like that. They aren't thankful for anything.

-Arryk looks at Hannah, his eyes shifting, as if almost drifting away from what she is saying, then back to her, like some little kid with A.D.D.-

Arryk - I know that you aren't like that, but most people don't appreciate anything anymore. We went out of our way to come all the way out here, and these little brats insult us, then leave? Without so much as a thank you, or anything?

-Rage rubs his face, nodding still "listening" to what Hannah Montana has to say to him-

Arryk - I know it was how they were raised, but it isn't any excuse to be like that. I mean really, I don't believe they could be so damn rude.

-He blinks at Hannah, then has a slight look of concern comes over his face-

Arryk - What do you mean I have more important things to worry about?

-He nods some more, and sighs a little, rolling his eyes-

Arryk - You think that I don't realize that I have a match on Friday? Of course I know that. Its not like I would forget something as big as facing... Uhhh.... Ummm... Errrr Who am I facing again?

-He looks at Hannah intently, then his eyes widen and he smiles a half cocked smile-

Arryk - Scotty Caine, my little buddy from a few months back. Thats right. It mush have slipped my mind, due to all the goings on at this place. You know Hannah, me and Scotty, we have a little bit of history.I mean, it isn't anything that is going to end up on my DVD, but, still, theres a little bit of history there. I just know that he is so excited to be facing me, I mean, he's stepping into the ring with an icon, The Crown Prince of Hardcore. How can little Scotty Caine not be excited to face me? He has to be. Hell, I get excited when I step into the ring with me, I don't know why he wouldn't be. Atleast my title isn't on the line, I can take a little easy on him.

-He wipes his forhead, as if wiping away sweat that isn't there. Then he glances at Hannah, and he begins to frown slightly-

Arryk - Are you kidding me? Ace called? What'd he have to say?

-Arryk's frown becomes more prominant, he's looking more distressed now-

Arryk - NO! It can't be. Damn that Ace. I just won this belt, how can he expect me to put it on the line a meer two weeks after winning it. Doesn't he realize that I need some rest? That I need to recover from that battle with Roberto Santana. I need to call him, I need to protest. Scotty Caine doesn't deserve this, what has he done? Who does Ace think he is?!

-He jerks his head towards Hannah, glaring at her as if she said something he didn't agree with-

Arryk - Look, don't be like that. I know I'm the champ, and I know that I need to defend the damn belt, but hell, I'm trying to do this promotional tour for you, and Ace wants me to put the belt on the line? No, not gonna happen. I'm not even going to show up on Friday, lets see how Ace likes that.

-He looks like he's being scolded, as he cowers like a little puppy, then he looks up with sad eyes-

Arryk - But, Hannah, I don't want to show up on Friday. It'd be a bigger messag....

-He jumps a little, as if his cut out yelled at him-

Arryk - I know that you're my manager, and that you are in charge of my career, but, come on, its more fun this way...

-Arryk looks down at the ground now, not looking at Hannah or the camera-

Arryk - Fine, I'll show up on Friday, and I'll put my title on the line against Scotty. Just let it be known that I'm protesting this, and I am not happy about it. And, I hope Scotty doesn't take this personal, but I'm going to have to beat the shit out of him. Just to prove my point.

-Arryk nods and smiles, the shoots his look forward, as the manager of the store, and the mother from before walk up to the table-

Mother - Thats him! Thats the guy that called my daughter a slut, and threatened me!

Arryk - Lady, what are you talking about? I've never seen you before in my life.

Mother - You've got to be crazy. You JUST told me my daughter was going to be pregnant before she was fifteen. I demand something be done about this.

Manager - You know, Mr. Rage, this isn't the first complaint we've had about....

Arryk - Let me correct her, I said that her little slut of a daughter would, with out a doubt, be knocked up before she turned fifteen. See the difference there?

-Arryk glances over at Hannah, he then frowns slightly-

Arryk - But I don't want to appologize to her, this lady is a bitch, and this guy is an epic douche bag.

Manager - Ok, really, I think it is time you packed your things up and left. We can't have this element here. We have kids that come in here. We can't have some nut ball talking to himself, and insulting people. So, Mr Rage, we thank you and, uh, Hannah, for your time, but its time that you go.

Arryk - If thats the way you want it, I hope you realize that you'll never see Hannah Montana in ANY FYE ever again, and when my DVD releases, you won't be carrying it either. Are you happy? Two big stars, and you won't be carrying any of their merchandise.

-The manager shakes his head, as Arryk starts to pack up his pictures, and his sharpie. He puts his sunglasses on, wraps his arm around Hannah, and carries her out, talking to her.-

Manager - That guy is crazy...

-Arryk, hearing this, glances back at him, glaring, staring him down. He runs back, grabbing the table, and flipping it over. It hits a case of CD's, and they all go flying and crashing to the floor, and around the store. Arryk nods, as he goes back and picks his cut out back up, walking out the front door. You can hear sirens in the distance, as Arryk shifts his eyes down the road, where a cop comes flying over a hill. The cop comes to a screeching stop infront of Arryk. The cop jumps out of his car, holding a taser gun out-

Cop - GET ON YOUR KNEES! RIGHT NOW!

-Arryk sighs, and drops to his knees, laying his Hannah Montana cut out down on the floor. The cop comes up, and hand cuffs Arryk. He yanks Arryk up, and drags him to the car. As the cop shoves Arryk into the car, Rage yells out-

Arryk - HANNAH! CALL ACE! CALL MOBLEY! CALL MARCUS! On second thought, don't call Marcus, I hate that dude, he buried me alive. CALL SOME ONE! LET THEM KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! WAIT FOR ME!

-With that, the cop slams the door on Arryk, and starts to drive away. The camera focuses in on the Hannah Montana cut out, which, by some stroke of luck, has Arryk's cell phone next to its head. You can hear the phone ringing, and a voice picks up on the other end as the screen fades to black-

Ace - hello?.....