Post by TGO on Mar 19, 2014 22:22:01 GMT -5
~Redemption. Revenge. Retribution. These things are what drive men and make the world go around. It’s not money like everyone thinks that it is, it’s the three “r”s. Right now these are the things that are driving Trevor “The Great One” Kent. These are the things that he lives for. THESE are the things that he plans on getting at Blackout 2, which by the way, could Dean NOT be more original…I hope that my sarcasm seeped through your computer screen and hit you right in your ugly faces. On Sunday, Trevor will get these three things whether his opponents or anyone else standing in his way likes it or not. Now is he thrilled about being in a match where he’s competing for the tag team titles? Absolutely not, and I think that he made that perfectly clear during Massacre this past week, and I’m sure you’ll see him make it even more clear shortly. He’s above facing jobbers like the Sons of Anarchy rip off, Damian Payne and his partner Steve Dreweson…what?...I don’t give a fuck what his actual name is, it’s Steve Dreweson to me and it’ll stay that way as long as I want it to. Now where was I? Yes, the jobbers. Look, I can run over all of their names and bore you half to death by making you think I actually give half of a fuck about any of those people that are stepping into the ring with Trevor and that traitor Noah Mackenzie, but I’m going to spare you that. The only REAL “threat” that Trevor has going into this match is Amber Ryan, fuck her partner (which I’m sure Amber actually has done), Danny B, he doesn’t matter. It’s Amber Ryan who is the actual threat and I’m sure that Trevor will take care of her accordingly…~
*The scene opens outside, on a bright sunny day. The weather couldn’t be more perfect, there is a slight breeze as evidenced by a few tree limbs blowing, and causing the leaves to shuffle as the wind passes over them. Text starts to pop up on the bottom left side of the screen, acting as if it’s being typed. It reads: Dallas, Texas. A few people start to jog by the camera on a sidewalk, which runs around a grassy park that is filled with dogs and their owners playing, not paying attention to their surroundings due to their headphones that are attached to the iPhones on their arms. The camera pans to the right as we take in a familiar face who is jogging towards the camera as well, it’s none other than The Great One. TGO is dressed down, for obvious reasons, wearing just a plain white V-neck t-shirt, which is probably not of the Hanes variety but probably from somewhere obnoxious like Neiman Marcus and he probably paid more for the t-shirt than you make in one day at your pathetic job. Below the V-neck shirt he wears just a plain pair of black athletic shorts with a white stripe going up the side of them. Trevor, like the people we saw a moment ago, is wearing a pair of headphones that are attached to some device that is stuffed away in the pocket of his athletic shorts. TGO gets closer to us as he suddenly stops and pulls out the aforementioned device in his pocket, which appears to be his cell phone. He looks at the screen and hesitates for a moment which allows the camera to make its way closer to him. TGO, looking down at the screen lifts his head up and looks towards the sky, obviously not wanting to take the phone call that he is receiving. He looks back down at the screen at answers the phone, talking into the microphone that is part of the headphones that he is wearing.*
TGO: What the hell do you want Gavin?
*As soon as the name Gavin comes out of Trevor’s mouth a split screen appears for your viewing pleasure. TGO has been condensed into the left part of your screen while Gavin on your right. The surroundings of Gavin cannot be made out, you can only see his head and the white shirt with a red tie being only barely visible. Gavin has a wide smile on his face, his blonde hair fixed perfectly into a modern haircut, do I really need to tell you the exact haircut? Humor me for a moment people, don’t be as stupid as Payne. Gavin answers the smile getting toothy as he laughs at Trevor’s “greeting”.*
Gavin: Oh Trevor, is that any way to talk to an old friend?
TGO: I wouldn’t exactly consider you a friend. I would consider you my bitch, and my bitches should know not to call me when I’m in the middle of my evening jog.
Gavin: Oh, is it that time already? I’m ever so sorry to bother you during your jog.
*The sarcasm is heavy in Gavin’s voice as TGO’s demeanor intensifies. Untold amounts of rage are evident in the eyes of Trevor as Gavin smiles on, knowing that he’s getting the better end of this conversation. Trevor continues on talking, a little more frustration is evident in his voice as he tries to not let Gavin sense that he’s getting to him, although Gavin already knows that to be false.*
TGO: What do you want?
Gavin: I want to talk to you about your match at Blackout 2.
TGO: I’m not competing in it.
Gavin: Yes you are.
TGO: Are you actually going to make me?
Gavin: Your contract explicitly states that you have to compete in the first Pay-Per-View that you’re around for.
TGO: No, it says that I don’t have to if it’s not a championship match.
Gavin: Well luckily for you, it is a championship match.
TGO: You mean to tell me that you two are actually going to consider the Tag Team Titles a championship? I personally call it a farce.
Gavin: Don’t be so dramatic, Trevor. We both know that whenever you convinced me to tell Noah to be your partner that it would end in one of two ways. You two either work great together and face each other at Blackout OR you two lose and Dean tortures you both by putting you into some match that you both just don’t give a shit about. Obviously the latter happened.
TGO: So Noah doesn’t care about this match either?
Gavin: No, in fact I had to bribe him for him to even entertain the notion of teaming with you again.
*This sends Trevor over the edge as he goes into full rage mode and starts to yell into the phone. Causing Gavin to quickly take the phone away from his ear and hold it out, away from his face. The people around TGO who were once all passing him by without a second thought now slow down and make it a point to not be anywhere close to him as they pick up pace running by him.*
TGO: You had to do what?! That smug mother fucker! I was the one who carried the team during our lethal lotto match and if YOU were the one who cost us the fucking match! Do you think for one measly second that Noah had anything of importance to do with in that match?! Don’t answer that, I can answer it for you…he DIDN’T! It was all me! Just like it’s going to be me who wins the fucking tag team titles for us at Blackout 2.
*Trevor quickly notices what he just said and quickly regrets saying it. He just agreed to compete in the Tag Team Turmoil match at Blackout 2. Gavin smiles widely, knowing that he just got the better of his once good friend.*
Gavin: Good, it’s settled…
TGO: I didn’t…
Gavin: Now onto other business.
TGO: But I…
Gavin: So I have booked for you and Noah to go to a couple’s retreat to make sure you two work better as a team…
*Now enraged by not only not thinking before he spoke but now the news that Gavin has just sprung on him, Trevor lashes out yet again…apparently this isn’t a good day for him.*
TGO: You did what?!
Gavin: I came by your office this morning and dropped off your plane tickets with Carla. I’ll see you on Sunday…KBBBYYYEEE!!!!
TGO: You hold the fuck up!
*But it’s too late, Gavin has already disconnected the line and the split screen has already turned into a full screen shot of just TGO, standing alone as the people pass him by, giving him a look of disgust for not only yelling but cursing around kids that are present.*
TGO: What the hell are you morons looking at?! Keep moving!
*Trevor looks at the screen of his phone, noticing that Gavin has hung up the phone. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out as the scene fades out, but not for good. The scene has now changed to Noah Mackenzie and Miranda Roman who are both sitting in a booth at what appears to be fifties burger joint. Waitresses are bustling about on roller skates with black serving trays held in one hand at shoulder level, maneuvering with ease around tables. Both Noah and Miranda are comfortably dressed, Noah is dressed much like TGO was, in a white V-neck shirt, definitely not made with the same quality and his tattoos showing on the top part of his chest. Unlike TGO though he is wearing a pair of tattered jeans and sneakers that fit his look. Miranda is dressed in a red tank top and a pair of black jeans, tattered like her inferior half. The same type of print starts to appear on the left side of the screen as we are told that we are now joining the two lovers in Phoenix, AZ. They seem to be engulfed in deep conversation as we try to make out what they are saying over the sounds of an old Elvis track.*
Noah: Fuck this tag team shit and fuck OCW. I'm done with this nonsense.
Miranda: Don't say that babe, you don't mean it.
Noah: Like hell I don't! I've been treated with nothing but disrespect since I've come into the OCW by that smug prick, Dean. Gavin has been the only one who has actually done something for me and even that has corroded.
Miranda: But he HAS put you in a tag team title match! You have the chance for gold again!
Noah: I SHOULD have been in that championship match but that has went out the window since Trevor is a washed up has been.
*Miranda sighs and takes a deep breathe. She plays with the french fries that are on her plate as Noah takes a sip of what appears to be a dark soda product. Miranda goes to speak again, but the phone that's sitting beside Noah's soda rings. The camera zooms in to see a picture of Gavin Reed plastered on the screen. Noah sighs and lets it ring.*
Miranda: You should answer that.
Noah: I know what he's going to say already. Why should I?
Miranda: Because it could be important! Maybe he got you out of the match with the losers of the OCW and put you in the main even where you belong!
*Noah looks at Miranda out of the corner of his eye as he reaches down and picks up the phone.*
Noah: What do you want Gavin?
*Suddenly the screen splits into two separate sections with Noah moving over to the left side of the screen, just like TGO did earlier with Gavin occupying the right side of the screen dressed in the same attire as before. Gavin snickers again, the same smug look that we've come to hate etched across his face as he addresses his cohorts.*
Gavin: Is that any way to talk to the man who just inked a deal to get you into the main event at Blackout 2?
*A look of excitement overcomes Noah as he starts to speak again.*
Noah: You've got to be shitting me!!
Miranda: What?!?!
*Noah removes the phone from his ear and places it on speaker so that Miranda can hear as well.*
Gavin: Yeah, I'm screwing with you.
Noah: You mother fucker! I should come to wherever...
Gavin: Calm down, calm down! It was just a friendly ribbing!
Miranda: What's going on?!
Gavin: Good! You both can hear me.
Noah: I'm hanging up.
*Noah reaches down to push the end button on the screen but Miranda quickly snatches the phone away from him.*
Miranda: Let him talk! I want to know how he's going to fix this mess that he got you into.
Gavin: Listen to the lady, Noah. She knows what she's talking about.
*Noah sighs and nods his head, frustrated that Miranda is somewhat taking Gavin's side.*
Miranda: Just get it over with Gavin. We're growing tired of you and the OCW.
Gavin: Well that's why I thought you two needed a vacation.
Noah: What are you talking about?
Gavin: Granted, I can't get you out of your match at Blackout, but I CAN get you two far away from it for a couple of days.
Miranda: You've got our attention.
*Miranda sets the phone down on the table again and picks up a french fry as Noah reaches over and grabs one himself. Miranda looks at him viciously as he takes one and sticks it in his mouth, giving her a half smile as Gavin continues to talk.*
Gavin: I'm sending you to a sunny beach in Jamaica where you two can relax and plan the demise of the others that are in that tag match at Blackout. You can plot how you can utterly demolish Amber Ryan and Danny B. Not to mention all the other peons in that match, which you shouldn’t really worry about because they’ll probably kill each other before the match anyways.
Miranda: That’s great! We’ll take it! When do we leave?
Noah: Not so fast, hun. He STILL didn’t fix my problem.
Miranda: Stop being such a prick! He’s trying to give us a free vacation! We haven’t had one of those in ages!
Noah: It’s not like you couldn’t have just told me and I could have just bought one. It’s not like we’re hurting for money…although we surely are spending a lot since Dean doesn’t pay us worth a shit around here. I’m sure he pays Trevor more than anyone on the roster.
Gavin: Good assumption. Him and Syren are the top paid people on the roster.
Miranda: You’re not helping his mood…
Noah: It’d do you some good to listen to her, Gavin.
*Gavin’s smile grows a bit as he’s intentionally trying to get under Noah’s skin more and more as the time goes on. Noah’s demeanor, on the other hand, isn’t changing one bit, he’s still as cold as ever as Miranda tries to make him feel better by rubbing her foot up and down his leg. We see some diner patrons with their children pass by the table and the children pointing as Miranda turns her head towards them, giving a mischievous smile to the parents who immediately shun them with shocked looks and shelter their children by turning the children’s heads towards the parents and push them along towards their table. Noah cracks a grin towards Miranda.*
Gavin: Why is it so quiet over there?
Miranda: I’m just putting on a little show..
Gavin: What kind of show?!
Noah: One that you wouldn’t approve of.
Gavin: I’m hip!
Miranda: You’re about as hip as those two new guys that the OCW hired. What are their names again?
Noah: Nobody actually gives a fuck what their names are.
Gavin: Well you should, you ARE facing them on Sunday.
Noah: No I shouldn’t, they’ll be just another number of casualties that I’m going to leave behind me, so really gives a fuck about their names?
Gavin: Well at least you’re warming up to the idea of competing on Sunday.
Noah: No I’m not. I still don’t like the idea of me getting in the ring in tag team action for two meaningless titles, much less having to share them with the likes of The Mediocre One.
Miranda: You’re so much better than him, babe.
Noah: I know!
*Gavin fakes a barfing motion as the two continue their lovey dovey bullshit. You know, I’m personally tired of seeing it too…I wish there was a fast forward button. Gavin clears his throat, obviously trying to get the attention of the lovebirds.*
Gavin: So…back to business.
Miranda: YES! VACATION!
Gavin: I’ve left two tickets at Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, first class of course.
Noah: That investor money is getting put to use well.
Gavin: It’s nice to have someone with deep pockets in my back pocket.
Miranda: When do we leave?
*Gavin pulls the phone away from his ear and looks at the screen. He talks as he puts the phone back up to his face after gathering the amount of time that the two have to get to the airport.*
Gavin: Your plane leaves in 2 hours…hurry up!
Noah: Mother fuck…
Miranda: But I haven’t even packed or shopped yet! I need to show off this body!
Noah: No you don’t. Fine. I’ll call you when we land.
*Noah reaches for the phone and yet again goes to hang up the phone but Gavin quickly cuts him off.*
Gavin: OH! I have a surprise waiting for you at the resort! I hope that you’ll like it!
Miranda: It better be a bottle of champagne!
*The phone makes a beeping sound as it’s evident that Gavin has now hung up as the scene cuts back to one full picture of just Noah and Miranda.*
Noah: I guess we better leave.
Miranda: I’m kinda excited!
Noah: I’m excited to fuck in first class.
Miranda: I’m down!
*The sound fades away as we see Noah Mackenzie and Miranda Roman get up from the booth, Noah leaving a fifty dollar bill on the table to cover their food and tip…yes I said fifty dollar bill, and yes they still make them. The camera stays on as the voice of Miranda Roman comes on as a voiceover.*
~So we seem to be going on vacation! That’s rather exciting, at least Gavin is finally getting around to paying Noah back for making him look good. Unfortunately though this vacation has to end on Sunday as we go into the hellhole of Orlando and Noah not only has to team up with the worst tag team partner known to man, but also has to prove AGAIN that he’s better than anyone in the match. Danny B is going to pay for everything that he’s ever done to Noah and that bitch Amber Ryan is going to know not to fuck with me. A couple of weeks ago will be the very last time that that good for nothing bitch lays her hands on me, I’ll see to that personally, even if I have to cut her hands off, and don’t put that past me. Ugh, I’m done with this…just get me to the beach already!~
*The scene opens outside, on a bright sunny day. The weather couldn’t be more perfect, there is a slight breeze as evidenced by a few tree limbs blowing, and causing the leaves to shuffle as the wind passes over them. Text starts to pop up on the bottom left side of the screen, acting as if it’s being typed. It reads: Dallas, Texas. A few people start to jog by the camera on a sidewalk, which runs around a grassy park that is filled with dogs and their owners playing, not paying attention to their surroundings due to their headphones that are attached to the iPhones on their arms. The camera pans to the right as we take in a familiar face who is jogging towards the camera as well, it’s none other than The Great One. TGO is dressed down, for obvious reasons, wearing just a plain white V-neck t-shirt, which is probably not of the Hanes variety but probably from somewhere obnoxious like Neiman Marcus and he probably paid more for the t-shirt than you make in one day at your pathetic job. Below the V-neck shirt he wears just a plain pair of black athletic shorts with a white stripe going up the side of them. Trevor, like the people we saw a moment ago, is wearing a pair of headphones that are attached to some device that is stuffed away in the pocket of his athletic shorts. TGO gets closer to us as he suddenly stops and pulls out the aforementioned device in his pocket, which appears to be his cell phone. He looks at the screen and hesitates for a moment which allows the camera to make its way closer to him. TGO, looking down at the screen lifts his head up and looks towards the sky, obviously not wanting to take the phone call that he is receiving. He looks back down at the screen at answers the phone, talking into the microphone that is part of the headphones that he is wearing.*
TGO: What the hell do you want Gavin?
*As soon as the name Gavin comes out of Trevor’s mouth a split screen appears for your viewing pleasure. TGO has been condensed into the left part of your screen while Gavin on your right. The surroundings of Gavin cannot be made out, you can only see his head and the white shirt with a red tie being only barely visible. Gavin has a wide smile on his face, his blonde hair fixed perfectly into a modern haircut, do I really need to tell you the exact haircut? Humor me for a moment people, don’t be as stupid as Payne. Gavin answers the smile getting toothy as he laughs at Trevor’s “greeting”.*
Gavin: Oh Trevor, is that any way to talk to an old friend?
TGO: I wouldn’t exactly consider you a friend. I would consider you my bitch, and my bitches should know not to call me when I’m in the middle of my evening jog.
Gavin: Oh, is it that time already? I’m ever so sorry to bother you during your jog.
*The sarcasm is heavy in Gavin’s voice as TGO’s demeanor intensifies. Untold amounts of rage are evident in the eyes of Trevor as Gavin smiles on, knowing that he’s getting the better end of this conversation. Trevor continues on talking, a little more frustration is evident in his voice as he tries to not let Gavin sense that he’s getting to him, although Gavin already knows that to be false.*
TGO: What do you want?
Gavin: I want to talk to you about your match at Blackout 2.
TGO: I’m not competing in it.
Gavin: Yes you are.
TGO: Are you actually going to make me?
Gavin: Your contract explicitly states that you have to compete in the first Pay-Per-View that you’re around for.
TGO: No, it says that I don’t have to if it’s not a championship match.
Gavin: Well luckily for you, it is a championship match.
TGO: You mean to tell me that you two are actually going to consider the Tag Team Titles a championship? I personally call it a farce.
Gavin: Don’t be so dramatic, Trevor. We both know that whenever you convinced me to tell Noah to be your partner that it would end in one of two ways. You two either work great together and face each other at Blackout OR you two lose and Dean tortures you both by putting you into some match that you both just don’t give a shit about. Obviously the latter happened.
TGO: So Noah doesn’t care about this match either?
Gavin: No, in fact I had to bribe him for him to even entertain the notion of teaming with you again.
*This sends Trevor over the edge as he goes into full rage mode and starts to yell into the phone. Causing Gavin to quickly take the phone away from his ear and hold it out, away from his face. The people around TGO who were once all passing him by without a second thought now slow down and make it a point to not be anywhere close to him as they pick up pace running by him.*
TGO: You had to do what?! That smug mother fucker! I was the one who carried the team during our lethal lotto match and if YOU were the one who cost us the fucking match! Do you think for one measly second that Noah had anything of importance to do with in that match?! Don’t answer that, I can answer it for you…he DIDN’T! It was all me! Just like it’s going to be me who wins the fucking tag team titles for us at Blackout 2.
*Trevor quickly notices what he just said and quickly regrets saying it. He just agreed to compete in the Tag Team Turmoil match at Blackout 2. Gavin smiles widely, knowing that he just got the better of his once good friend.*
Gavin: Good, it’s settled…
TGO: I didn’t…
Gavin: Now onto other business.
TGO: But I…
Gavin: So I have booked for you and Noah to go to a couple’s retreat to make sure you two work better as a team…
*Now enraged by not only not thinking before he spoke but now the news that Gavin has just sprung on him, Trevor lashes out yet again…apparently this isn’t a good day for him.*
TGO: You did what?!
Gavin: I came by your office this morning and dropped off your plane tickets with Carla. I’ll see you on Sunday…KBBBYYYEEE!!!!
TGO: You hold the fuck up!
*But it’s too late, Gavin has already disconnected the line and the split screen has already turned into a full screen shot of just TGO, standing alone as the people pass him by, giving him a look of disgust for not only yelling but cursing around kids that are present.*
TGO: What the hell are you morons looking at?! Keep moving!
*Trevor looks at the screen of his phone, noticing that Gavin has hung up the phone. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out as the scene fades out, but not for good. The scene has now changed to Noah Mackenzie and Miranda Roman who are both sitting in a booth at what appears to be fifties burger joint. Waitresses are bustling about on roller skates with black serving trays held in one hand at shoulder level, maneuvering with ease around tables. Both Noah and Miranda are comfortably dressed, Noah is dressed much like TGO was, in a white V-neck shirt, definitely not made with the same quality and his tattoos showing on the top part of his chest. Unlike TGO though he is wearing a pair of tattered jeans and sneakers that fit his look. Miranda is dressed in a red tank top and a pair of black jeans, tattered like her inferior half. The same type of print starts to appear on the left side of the screen as we are told that we are now joining the two lovers in Phoenix, AZ. They seem to be engulfed in deep conversation as we try to make out what they are saying over the sounds of an old Elvis track.*
Noah: Fuck this tag team shit and fuck OCW. I'm done with this nonsense.
Miranda: Don't say that babe, you don't mean it.
Noah: Like hell I don't! I've been treated with nothing but disrespect since I've come into the OCW by that smug prick, Dean. Gavin has been the only one who has actually done something for me and even that has corroded.
Miranda: But he HAS put you in a tag team title match! You have the chance for gold again!
Noah: I SHOULD have been in that championship match but that has went out the window since Trevor is a washed up has been.
*Miranda sighs and takes a deep breathe. She plays with the french fries that are on her plate as Noah takes a sip of what appears to be a dark soda product. Miranda goes to speak again, but the phone that's sitting beside Noah's soda rings. The camera zooms in to see a picture of Gavin Reed plastered on the screen. Noah sighs and lets it ring.*
Miranda: You should answer that.
Noah: I know what he's going to say already. Why should I?
Miranda: Because it could be important! Maybe he got you out of the match with the losers of the OCW and put you in the main even where you belong!
*Noah looks at Miranda out of the corner of his eye as he reaches down and picks up the phone.*
Noah: What do you want Gavin?
*Suddenly the screen splits into two separate sections with Noah moving over to the left side of the screen, just like TGO did earlier with Gavin occupying the right side of the screen dressed in the same attire as before. Gavin snickers again, the same smug look that we've come to hate etched across his face as he addresses his cohorts.*
Gavin: Is that any way to talk to the man who just inked a deal to get you into the main event at Blackout 2?
*A look of excitement overcomes Noah as he starts to speak again.*
Noah: You've got to be shitting me!!
Miranda: What?!?!
*Noah removes the phone from his ear and places it on speaker so that Miranda can hear as well.*
Gavin: Yeah, I'm screwing with you.
Noah: You mother fucker! I should come to wherever...
Gavin: Calm down, calm down! It was just a friendly ribbing!
Miranda: What's going on?!
Gavin: Good! You both can hear me.
Noah: I'm hanging up.
*Noah reaches down to push the end button on the screen but Miranda quickly snatches the phone away from him.*
Miranda: Let him talk! I want to know how he's going to fix this mess that he got you into.
Gavin: Listen to the lady, Noah. She knows what she's talking about.
*Noah sighs and nods his head, frustrated that Miranda is somewhat taking Gavin's side.*
Miranda: Just get it over with Gavin. We're growing tired of you and the OCW.
Gavin: Well that's why I thought you two needed a vacation.
Noah: What are you talking about?
Gavin: Granted, I can't get you out of your match at Blackout, but I CAN get you two far away from it for a couple of days.
Miranda: You've got our attention.
*Miranda sets the phone down on the table again and picks up a french fry as Noah reaches over and grabs one himself. Miranda looks at him viciously as he takes one and sticks it in his mouth, giving her a half smile as Gavin continues to talk.*
Gavin: I'm sending you to a sunny beach in Jamaica where you two can relax and plan the demise of the others that are in that tag match at Blackout. You can plot how you can utterly demolish Amber Ryan and Danny B. Not to mention all the other peons in that match, which you shouldn’t really worry about because they’ll probably kill each other before the match anyways.
Miranda: That’s great! We’ll take it! When do we leave?
Noah: Not so fast, hun. He STILL didn’t fix my problem.
Miranda: Stop being such a prick! He’s trying to give us a free vacation! We haven’t had one of those in ages!
Noah: It’s not like you couldn’t have just told me and I could have just bought one. It’s not like we’re hurting for money…although we surely are spending a lot since Dean doesn’t pay us worth a shit around here. I’m sure he pays Trevor more than anyone on the roster.
Gavin: Good assumption. Him and Syren are the top paid people on the roster.
Miranda: You’re not helping his mood…
Noah: It’d do you some good to listen to her, Gavin.
*Gavin’s smile grows a bit as he’s intentionally trying to get under Noah’s skin more and more as the time goes on. Noah’s demeanor, on the other hand, isn’t changing one bit, he’s still as cold as ever as Miranda tries to make him feel better by rubbing her foot up and down his leg. We see some diner patrons with their children pass by the table and the children pointing as Miranda turns her head towards them, giving a mischievous smile to the parents who immediately shun them with shocked looks and shelter their children by turning the children’s heads towards the parents and push them along towards their table. Noah cracks a grin towards Miranda.*
Gavin: Why is it so quiet over there?
Miranda: I’m just putting on a little show..
Gavin: What kind of show?!
Noah: One that you wouldn’t approve of.
Gavin: I’m hip!
Miranda: You’re about as hip as those two new guys that the OCW hired. What are their names again?
Noah: Nobody actually gives a fuck what their names are.
Gavin: Well you should, you ARE facing them on Sunday.
Noah: No I shouldn’t, they’ll be just another number of casualties that I’m going to leave behind me, so really gives a fuck about their names?
Gavin: Well at least you’re warming up to the idea of competing on Sunday.
Noah: No I’m not. I still don’t like the idea of me getting in the ring in tag team action for two meaningless titles, much less having to share them with the likes of The Mediocre One.
Miranda: You’re so much better than him, babe.
Noah: I know!
*Gavin fakes a barfing motion as the two continue their lovey dovey bullshit. You know, I’m personally tired of seeing it too…I wish there was a fast forward button. Gavin clears his throat, obviously trying to get the attention of the lovebirds.*
Gavin: So…back to business.
Miranda: YES! VACATION!
Gavin: I’ve left two tickets at Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, first class of course.
Noah: That investor money is getting put to use well.
Gavin: It’s nice to have someone with deep pockets in my back pocket.
Miranda: When do we leave?
*Gavin pulls the phone away from his ear and looks at the screen. He talks as he puts the phone back up to his face after gathering the amount of time that the two have to get to the airport.*
Gavin: Your plane leaves in 2 hours…hurry up!
Noah: Mother fuck…
Miranda: But I haven’t even packed or shopped yet! I need to show off this body!
Noah: No you don’t. Fine. I’ll call you when we land.
*Noah reaches for the phone and yet again goes to hang up the phone but Gavin quickly cuts him off.*
Gavin: OH! I have a surprise waiting for you at the resort! I hope that you’ll like it!
Miranda: It better be a bottle of champagne!
*The phone makes a beeping sound as it’s evident that Gavin has now hung up as the scene cuts back to one full picture of just Noah and Miranda.*
Noah: I guess we better leave.
Miranda: I’m kinda excited!
Noah: I’m excited to fuck in first class.
Miranda: I’m down!
*The sound fades away as we see Noah Mackenzie and Miranda Roman get up from the booth, Noah leaving a fifty dollar bill on the table to cover their food and tip…yes I said fifty dollar bill, and yes they still make them. The camera stays on as the voice of Miranda Roman comes on as a voiceover.*
~So we seem to be going on vacation! That’s rather exciting, at least Gavin is finally getting around to paying Noah back for making him look good. Unfortunately though this vacation has to end on Sunday as we go into the hellhole of Orlando and Noah not only has to team up with the worst tag team partner known to man, but also has to prove AGAIN that he’s better than anyone in the match. Danny B is going to pay for everything that he’s ever done to Noah and that bitch Amber Ryan is going to know not to fuck with me. A couple of weeks ago will be the very last time that that good for nothing bitch lays her hands on me, I’ll see to that personally, even if I have to cut her hands off, and don’t put that past me. Ugh, I’m done with this…just get me to the beach already!~
