Post by TGO on Mar 20, 2014 22:40:46 GMT -5
~Why do people want to run their mouth? Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. We have jobbers like Damian Payne and Steven Dreweson who actually think that they have a snowball’s chance in hell of coming out of Blackout 2 the winners of the tag team turmoil match, which would then make them the tag champions. Then you have people like The Danger Boiz, don’t even get me started on the name, who used to actually matter, somewhere else but mattered nonetheless! Now they can’t even pick up a win to save their lives, must be that they’re way past their prime. *yawn* Amber Ryan and Danny B, go ahead and think that you’ll pull another win off over Trevor and Noah, it just won’t happen. Why do people always insist on thinking that just because they got lucky once that it will happen again? That’s always seem to be one of the biggest things that has bothered me throughout my...fuck you, I’m not telling you my age. Nosey ass fuckers. Which reminds me, have you seen that hideous witch nose on Amber Ryan’s face? GOOD GOD MAN! It’s called plastic surgery! I know you’ve went under the knife before, as evidenced by those tits! Just go back! Well it may take more than a nose job to fix what’s wrong with her face. I digress, if I’ve left any teams out don’t take it personal…bitches. Ugh! Do you see how exhausting that is and how utterly boring it is as well? Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. Just shut the fuck up already! Let Trevor, Noah, and I suppose that whore Miranda show you how it’s done.~
*The scene has already opened as the voiceover has been talking for the last five minutes, at least it sounded like it, the boring fucker, actually two scenes have opened. The split screen view that we have gotten used to during our last encounter with the team of TGO and Noah Mackenzie, is taking place right now. The left side is occupied by Noah Mackenzie and Miranda Roman, who seem to be coming out of an airplane bathroom as Noah isn’t being bashful about what just happened by zipping up his frayed jeans as Miranda walks in front of him, fixing her slightly disheveled hair. A small smirk is on her face as she looks at the few other first class passengers who are looking at the two with disappointment, well not all of them, mostly just the 3 ladies who are their the men on the other hand are quite envious of Noah as the shoot him the upwards head nod of approval.
On the other side of the screen we see TGO back in his usual attire business casual attire, out of his jogging outfit that we saw him wearing the last time that we saw him. He’s in a pair of khaki slacks a black slim cut Burberry polo, the brand being evident by the knight and horse logo on what appears to look like a metal pin that protrudes from the breast of the shirt. TGO seems to have already arrived at his “exotic” locale in Jamaica, well at least the airport as he is seen walking off of the tarmac at Sangster International Airport in Montego Bay towards a nearby car that’s waiting for him. He usually likes to drive, we hardly ever see him in the backseat of a vehicle, but it seems like he will be entering the backseat this time since there is a black Lincoln MKS awaiting him on the tarmac. A driver is already outside of the car in a black suit as he opens the back door to the vehicle as TGO rather violently shoves his two medium sized bags into the chest of the driver, causing him to stumble backwards, and stops as he looks inside. He obviously mutters something, but with no sound we cannot hear what he says. He turns to the driver and looks at him disapprovingly before he steps into the vehicle, slammingpp the door behind him. As we see the driver place the bags in the trunk of the vehicle, TGO’s side of the screen rushes off of the screen and we are taken into a full view of Miranda and Noah who have now made their way to their seats.*
Miranda: Well that was nice.
Noah: What did you expect?
Miranda: I thought you were tired and didn’t want to renew our membership to the mile high club.
Noah: It’s sex on a plane! I don’t care if I’m on my deathbed, if I have the opportunity to have sex on a plane, I’m in! Like literally in.
Miranda: That was a poor attempt at a joke.
Noah: Don’t hate!
Miranda: Please don’t ever say those two words together in that manner again, that’s not you.
Noah: I’m trying something new! Do you not like it? I thought it would spice my image up a little bit.
Miranda: Something that Gavin talked you into?
Noah: No, just something I thought I would try. Didn’t work?
Miranda: It worked just about as much as everyone going to Universal Studios to cut a promo.
Noah: That’s pretty fucking bad.
*Miranda nods in agreement with a half-smile crossing her lips as she gets up from her plush oversized seat and cozies into the lap of Noah Mackenzie. The ladies on board in their first class section of what appears to be an American Airlines flight, look on disapprovingly. Miranda doesn’t seem to care though as Noah reclines the seat and she wraps her arm around the back of his neck placing her head on his shoulder.*
Miranda: I wonder what Gavin has waiting for us.
Noah: For the little bit of time that we’ve known him I couldn’t tell you if it’s going to be good or bad. That mother fucker always has something up his sleeve but far be it from him to even give you a hint of what’s to come.
Miranda: I hope it’s champagne…and toys.
Noah: Always with the sex.
Miranda: Do you not want sex?
Noah: Of course I want sex! Do you think I’m some sort of maniac? I’m not a dumbass to turn down someone like you! Hell, you could make Amber Ryan turn gay.
Miranda: I think she already is, babe.
Noah: Really?
*Miranda nods her head in an affirmative manner as Noah’s eyes get a little bigger, as the wheels start to turn in his mind.*
Miranda: Don’t get any ideas, I wouldn’t have a threesome with you and her to save my life. Have you seen how ugly that bitch is? She has a 2.01 rating on the hot or not app on my phone.
Noah: Well shit.
Miranda: Now Danny B on the other hand…
Noah: Fuck you!
Miranda: The Power Couple?
Noah: Fuck your mother!
Miranda: TGO?
Noah: Now you’re just trying to piss me off…
*Miranda smiles as the flight attendant for the section come by and looks at Miranda and Noah cuddled up together. She stops at their seats and starts to lean in, hesitant only because of their non-conforming looks, as she leans in to say something a beeping sound is heard over the PA system, signaling the captain about to make an announcement. The flight attendant makes a sigh of relief as the captain’s voice can be heard.*
Captain: Hello, this is the captain speaking. We will be arriving at Sangster International Airport in 20 minutes. We are starting to make our decent. We need everyone to please get back in their seats, bringing them to an upright position, and buckle your safety belts. Thank you, and we look forward to seeing you on your next flight with American Airlines.
*Miranda also breathes a heavy sigh, one of frustration not relief as she gets back into her seat as Noah brings his seat back up into an upright position. They both buckle their safety belts again and then hold each other’s hand like any couple in love would do.*
Miranda: I’m ready to get on the beach!
Noah: I’m just ready to see you in a bikini.
Miranda: Which reminds me, can we shop?
Noah: ………..
*The sound suddenly goes out as the screen goes into a split screen again, bringing up TGO sitting in the vehicle that is taking him to whatever resort that Gavin has booked for him and the other two, undoubtedly using someone else’s money. TGO does not look too pleased at the situation that he’s currently in. I mean would you be if you’re going to be cooped up with someone that you don’t care for and have no desire to spend any time with, like Noah Mackenzie and his lover? I sure as hell wouldn’t be. As the split screen goes away, shoving Noah and Miranda out of the way, the sound starts to emanate from the speakers once again. As it does that we find out that TGO doesn’t appear to be that happy for more than the aforementioned. We hear a familiar voice speaking to herself, as the camera pans over to find Trevor’s estranged ex-wife who he thought was dead, Cynthia Kent.*
TGO: Get off of that fucking phone! I’m done listening to you talk to Gavin. I need answers now and I know damn good and well that he’s not going to give them to me so I demand that you give them to me.
*Cynthia issues a seething glare at Trevor as Trevor starts to tap his foot impatiently like a petulant child. Cynthia rolls her eyes and continues to talk to Gavin.*
Cynthia: The master beckons, Gavin....yeah I'll tell him. I don't know if he'll like it but I'll give him the message...Love you too.
*Trevor's eyes widen as the last words slip through the lips of Cynthia and she hangs up the phone. She's immediately lambasted by a verbal assault from TGO as she sets the phone down on the seat in between them. The white sandy beaches evident through the car window. She's already dressed for the occasion by the way, as if you fuckers care, donning a white spaghetti strap blouse and a pair of barely there blue jean shorts.*
TGO: What the hell do you mean, you love him? You can take the whore out of the city but you can't take the whore out of the girl apparently, as evidenced by the bullshit that you're wearing!
Cynthia: Give it a rest Trevor. I'm not here to fight with you. Gavin and I are just friends. He sent me here because he thought that we could use some alone time together, plus I can keep that fucking cunt, Miranda, in check.
TGO: Can you please watch your fucking language? It's bad enough that I have to listen to whores like Amber Ryan curse, but I thought you were a lady. One that actually shows some respect and doesn't curse like a man.
Cynthia: Did you expect anything less out of Amber? She fights men. Like really, Trevor?
TGO: Point taken, and you and Gavin better just be friends, especially if I'm entertaining the notion of taking you back.
Cynthia: Bullshit. We both know that you're not taking me back. You're just waiting for another opportunity to take me out, but for good this time.
TGO: You think much too highly of yourself. I would have already took care of you if I wanted to, I’ve decided that you might be of some use to me.
Cynthia: Well isn’t that just sweet.
*The driver of the vehicle looks into the rearview mirror as he continues to drive on, not turning on his blinker as he makes a right hand turn down a dusty rock road, speaking for the first time in a deep Jamaican accent…racist? Maybe but I don’t give a flying fuck.*
Driver: I take you two on a nice short cut! Time alone for the lovers.
*TGO breaks his attention from Cynthia for the first time since we joined them in car. He looks at the driver perplexed and addresses him as run-down buildings flash by through the windows of the vehicle.*
TGO: I don’t remember telling you to take a short cut.
Cynthia: Oh HELL NAW! I FUCKING KNEW IT! This mother fucker is going to kill me! Is Gavin a part of this bullshit too?
TGO: Shut the fuck up, Cynthia. You sound like Dangerous Dan when he takes it from behind (yeah bitch, two can play at this game).
Cynthia: You’re going to fucking kill me aren’t you?
TGO: The thought hasn’t crossed my mind until now. This fucking dumbass driver that we have is not taking us in the direction that I assumed that we were going to go….don’t you have a GPS?
Driver: I don’t need a GPS, mon. I know my way around here like the back of my hand.
TGO: See, that’s what concerns me. I need you to turn around immediately and take us back the way that we were supposed to.
Driver: But I know mon!
TGO: I don’t care what you know, and the proper pronunciation is MAN. There is no such things as a mon. God, you Jamaican people are just about as bad as those British fuckers. Now turn around.
*The driver does not do as instructed, but instead makes another turn as resorts start to pop up on the right side of the vehicle. Now knowing that he obviously is not trying to kill Cynthia, TGO refocuses his attention back on Cynthia. She has pulled her phone back into her lap and is typing away like a mad woman. TGO snatches the phone from her, rolling down his window at the same time and throws the device out of the window.*
Cynthia: What the fuck, Trevor!
TGO: Talking to Gavin again?
Cynthia: What if I was?
TGO: Well when you talk to him again, tell him that I didn’t use his fucking plane tickets. Does he not remember who I am? I don’t fly with the commoners!
Cynthia: Quite obviously since I had to fly with those bastards and picked you up from the tarmac. By the way, how the hell do you expect me to tell him when I have no means of communication with the outside world now since you threw my phone out the window?
*TGO realizes that she has a point and immediately regrets his last statement, knowing that he’s been one-uped by his ex-wife.*
Cynthia: Fucking genius….
TGO: How the hell were you even paying for that cell phone? It’s obviously a different phone and I know that you don’t have money.
*A sly grin comes across Cynthia’s red lips as she starts to reveal how in fact she is paying for that phone.*
Cynthia: I MAY have snuck into your home when you were at work and grabbed one of your credit cards…
TGO: You did what?
Cynthia: Well technically I didn’t sneak in. Your maid actually let me in.
TGO: I knew I shouldn’t hire fucking illegals! That Rosie bitch is gone the moment I get home!
Cynthia: Ummmmm….
*TGO’s interest has been peaked as he looks intensely at Cynthia and speaks with a very low but serious voice.*
TGO: What?
Cynthia: Well while I was out getting a new phone I thought that I might as well go shopping too and hit up Northpark.
TGO: You fucking bitch. What card did you use?
Cynthia: The Black card.
TGO: Dammit Cynthia! How much?
Cynthia: 750.
TGO: Well that’s not too bad, I can live with that…
Cynthia: Add about three zeroes behind the last one.
TGO: You dumb whore! It’s like you’re as big of a retard as Danny B! I thought you would even be smarter than someone who tries to be like Scott Syren and visits some mystical place. Like how stupid do you even have to be to do something like that much less spend that much money?!
Cynthia: I thought I deserved it after you "killed" me…
TGO: I’ll show you kill you…..
*TGO lunges at Cynthia, as the driver stops the car and announces to the two bickering ninnies that they have arrived at their location. Cynthia quickly makes an exit as the screen splits in two again showing Noah Mackenzie and Miranda Roman walking away from a long marble desk and towards the camera. On TGO’s side, he has not gotten out of the vehicle still steaming mad from the news that Cynthia just spent an exorbitant amount of money shopping, as she takes out what appears to be new Louis Vuitton luggage from the trunk of the Lincoln. Trevor throws his hands up in defeat and just takes his luggage from the trunk, allowing Cynthia to fend for herself. You can see her call after him as he starts to make his way to 2 large glass doors that are surrounded by a bungalow blue home. Palm trees are blowing in a slight breeze as we take in the scenery around. The home seems to be settled on top of a cliff that looks down upon boundless, clear blue ocean. Trevor pays no attention to his surroundings as he gets close to the doors, but before he can get a chance to open them, Noah and Miranda exit through them as the split screen merges together to show the two frenemies meeting face to face. Noah appears to be completely taken off-guard and immediately starts to verbally assault Trevor.*
Noah: What the fuck are you doing here?
TGO: Woah!
Noah: Don’t “woah” me! This is supposed to be mine and Miranda’s vacation and you’re here to fucking ruin it?
TGO: That fucking dirty rat.
Noah: I know you didn’t just call me a dirty rat? That lingo went out in the 1950’s like the hair that you had left your head, gramps.
TGO: He didn’t tell you did he?
Noah: Who are you talking about?
TGO: Gavin.
Noah: Tell me what?
TGO: That I was going to be here you fucking idiot! Tell me again why I thought you would be a good choice for a tag partner again? You're about as bright as a burnt out bulb on a McDonald's sign.
*Cynthia has now joined the party as the scene cuts sound once again, leaving the foursome talking…if you can call it that. Cynthia and Miranda exchange dirty looks as Miranda holds onto Noah’s arm and cuddles up to him. Cynthia, not to be one-uped grabs the waist of TGO from the side and squeezes into him. TGO quickly pushes her off as an argument obviously starts leaving Miranda and Noah laughing as they head off. The voiceover of Miranda comes on as we are left with the two ex-lovers fighting.*
~Trevor was in fact right, Gavin is a dirty fucking rat. Why the hell did he not tell us that Trevor was going to be here? Well, actually the answer is obvious, he knew that we wouldn’t have come. I’ll give Gavin the benefit of the doubt, he is sneaky. I’m assuming that he thinks that the only way that those two will be able to get along together in the ring is if they bond outside of it. Unfortunately for him, I don’t see that happening. It seems like everyone in this Tag Team Turmoil match is fighting. The only people who seem to be getting along is the Danger Boiz and Amber Ryan with Danny B. Well I hope that they are ready. Just because partners are fighting, doesn’t mean that they don’t have the same overall goal in mind, and that is to be the best in the OCW. As much as I hate Trevor and everything that he stands for, he’s a great competitor, although Noah is better. Soon we’ll see those two with tag team titles around their waists, let’s just hope they don’t kill each other before they get them.~
*The scene has already opened as the voiceover has been talking for the last five minutes, at least it sounded like it, the boring fucker, actually two scenes have opened. The split screen view that we have gotten used to during our last encounter with the team of TGO and Noah Mackenzie, is taking place right now. The left side is occupied by Noah Mackenzie and Miranda Roman, who seem to be coming out of an airplane bathroom as Noah isn’t being bashful about what just happened by zipping up his frayed jeans as Miranda walks in front of him, fixing her slightly disheveled hair. A small smirk is on her face as she looks at the few other first class passengers who are looking at the two with disappointment, well not all of them, mostly just the 3 ladies who are their the men on the other hand are quite envious of Noah as the shoot him the upwards head nod of approval.
On the other side of the screen we see TGO back in his usual attire business casual attire, out of his jogging outfit that we saw him wearing the last time that we saw him. He’s in a pair of khaki slacks a black slim cut Burberry polo, the brand being evident by the knight and horse logo on what appears to look like a metal pin that protrudes from the breast of the shirt. TGO seems to have already arrived at his “exotic” locale in Jamaica, well at least the airport as he is seen walking off of the tarmac at Sangster International Airport in Montego Bay towards a nearby car that’s waiting for him. He usually likes to drive, we hardly ever see him in the backseat of a vehicle, but it seems like he will be entering the backseat this time since there is a black Lincoln MKS awaiting him on the tarmac. A driver is already outside of the car in a black suit as he opens the back door to the vehicle as TGO rather violently shoves his two medium sized bags into the chest of the driver, causing him to stumble backwards, and stops as he looks inside. He obviously mutters something, but with no sound we cannot hear what he says. He turns to the driver and looks at him disapprovingly before he steps into the vehicle, slammingpp the door behind him. As we see the driver place the bags in the trunk of the vehicle, TGO’s side of the screen rushes off of the screen and we are taken into a full view of Miranda and Noah who have now made their way to their seats.*
Miranda: Well that was nice.
Noah: What did you expect?
Miranda: I thought you were tired and didn’t want to renew our membership to the mile high club.
Noah: It’s sex on a plane! I don’t care if I’m on my deathbed, if I have the opportunity to have sex on a plane, I’m in! Like literally in.
Miranda: That was a poor attempt at a joke.
Noah: Don’t hate!
Miranda: Please don’t ever say those two words together in that manner again, that’s not you.
Noah: I’m trying something new! Do you not like it? I thought it would spice my image up a little bit.
Miranda: Something that Gavin talked you into?
Noah: No, just something I thought I would try. Didn’t work?
Miranda: It worked just about as much as everyone going to Universal Studios to cut a promo.
Noah: That’s pretty fucking bad.
*Miranda nods in agreement with a half-smile crossing her lips as she gets up from her plush oversized seat and cozies into the lap of Noah Mackenzie. The ladies on board in their first class section of what appears to be an American Airlines flight, look on disapprovingly. Miranda doesn’t seem to care though as Noah reclines the seat and she wraps her arm around the back of his neck placing her head on his shoulder.*
Miranda: I wonder what Gavin has waiting for us.
Noah: For the little bit of time that we’ve known him I couldn’t tell you if it’s going to be good or bad. That mother fucker always has something up his sleeve but far be it from him to even give you a hint of what’s to come.
Miranda: I hope it’s champagne…and toys.
Noah: Always with the sex.
Miranda: Do you not want sex?
Noah: Of course I want sex! Do you think I’m some sort of maniac? I’m not a dumbass to turn down someone like you! Hell, you could make Amber Ryan turn gay.
Miranda: I think she already is, babe.
Noah: Really?
*Miranda nods her head in an affirmative manner as Noah’s eyes get a little bigger, as the wheels start to turn in his mind.*
Miranda: Don’t get any ideas, I wouldn’t have a threesome with you and her to save my life. Have you seen how ugly that bitch is? She has a 2.01 rating on the hot or not app on my phone.
Noah: Well shit.
Miranda: Now Danny B on the other hand…
Noah: Fuck you!
Miranda: The Power Couple?
Noah: Fuck your mother!
Miranda: TGO?
Noah: Now you’re just trying to piss me off…
*Miranda smiles as the flight attendant for the section come by and looks at Miranda and Noah cuddled up together. She stops at their seats and starts to lean in, hesitant only because of their non-conforming looks, as she leans in to say something a beeping sound is heard over the PA system, signaling the captain about to make an announcement. The flight attendant makes a sigh of relief as the captain’s voice can be heard.*
Captain: Hello, this is the captain speaking. We will be arriving at Sangster International Airport in 20 minutes. We are starting to make our decent. We need everyone to please get back in their seats, bringing them to an upright position, and buckle your safety belts. Thank you, and we look forward to seeing you on your next flight with American Airlines.
*Miranda also breathes a heavy sigh, one of frustration not relief as she gets back into her seat as Noah brings his seat back up into an upright position. They both buckle their safety belts again and then hold each other’s hand like any couple in love would do.*
Miranda: I’m ready to get on the beach!
Noah: I’m just ready to see you in a bikini.
Miranda: Which reminds me, can we shop?
Noah: ………..
*The sound suddenly goes out as the screen goes into a split screen again, bringing up TGO sitting in the vehicle that is taking him to whatever resort that Gavin has booked for him and the other two, undoubtedly using someone else’s money. TGO does not look too pleased at the situation that he’s currently in. I mean would you be if you’re going to be cooped up with someone that you don’t care for and have no desire to spend any time with, like Noah Mackenzie and his lover? I sure as hell wouldn’t be. As the split screen goes away, shoving Noah and Miranda out of the way, the sound starts to emanate from the speakers once again. As it does that we find out that TGO doesn’t appear to be that happy for more than the aforementioned. We hear a familiar voice speaking to herself, as the camera pans over to find Trevor’s estranged ex-wife who he thought was dead, Cynthia Kent.*
TGO: Get off of that fucking phone! I’m done listening to you talk to Gavin. I need answers now and I know damn good and well that he’s not going to give them to me so I demand that you give them to me.
*Cynthia issues a seething glare at Trevor as Trevor starts to tap his foot impatiently like a petulant child. Cynthia rolls her eyes and continues to talk to Gavin.*
Cynthia: The master beckons, Gavin....yeah I'll tell him. I don't know if he'll like it but I'll give him the message...Love you too.
*Trevor's eyes widen as the last words slip through the lips of Cynthia and she hangs up the phone. She's immediately lambasted by a verbal assault from TGO as she sets the phone down on the seat in between them. The white sandy beaches evident through the car window. She's already dressed for the occasion by the way, as if you fuckers care, donning a white spaghetti strap blouse and a pair of barely there blue jean shorts.*
TGO: What the hell do you mean, you love him? You can take the whore out of the city but you can't take the whore out of the girl apparently, as evidenced by the bullshit that you're wearing!
Cynthia: Give it a rest Trevor. I'm not here to fight with you. Gavin and I are just friends. He sent me here because he thought that we could use some alone time together, plus I can keep that fucking cunt, Miranda, in check.
TGO: Can you please watch your fucking language? It's bad enough that I have to listen to whores like Amber Ryan curse, but I thought you were a lady. One that actually shows some respect and doesn't curse like a man.
Cynthia: Did you expect anything less out of Amber? She fights men. Like really, Trevor?
TGO: Point taken, and you and Gavin better just be friends, especially if I'm entertaining the notion of taking you back.
Cynthia: Bullshit. We both know that you're not taking me back. You're just waiting for another opportunity to take me out, but for good this time.
TGO: You think much too highly of yourself. I would have already took care of you if I wanted to, I’ve decided that you might be of some use to me.
Cynthia: Well isn’t that just sweet.
*The driver of the vehicle looks into the rearview mirror as he continues to drive on, not turning on his blinker as he makes a right hand turn down a dusty rock road, speaking for the first time in a deep Jamaican accent…racist? Maybe but I don’t give a flying fuck.*
Driver: I take you two on a nice short cut! Time alone for the lovers.
*TGO breaks his attention from Cynthia for the first time since we joined them in car. He looks at the driver perplexed and addresses him as run-down buildings flash by through the windows of the vehicle.*
TGO: I don’t remember telling you to take a short cut.
Cynthia: Oh HELL NAW! I FUCKING KNEW IT! This mother fucker is going to kill me! Is Gavin a part of this bullshit too?
TGO: Shut the fuck up, Cynthia. You sound like Dangerous Dan when he takes it from behind (yeah bitch, two can play at this game).
Cynthia: You’re going to fucking kill me aren’t you?
TGO: The thought hasn’t crossed my mind until now. This fucking dumbass driver that we have is not taking us in the direction that I assumed that we were going to go….don’t you have a GPS?
Driver: I don’t need a GPS, mon. I know my way around here like the back of my hand.
TGO: See, that’s what concerns me. I need you to turn around immediately and take us back the way that we were supposed to.
Driver: But I know mon!
TGO: I don’t care what you know, and the proper pronunciation is MAN. There is no such things as a mon. God, you Jamaican people are just about as bad as those British fuckers. Now turn around.
*The driver does not do as instructed, but instead makes another turn as resorts start to pop up on the right side of the vehicle. Now knowing that he obviously is not trying to kill Cynthia, TGO refocuses his attention back on Cynthia. She has pulled her phone back into her lap and is typing away like a mad woman. TGO snatches the phone from her, rolling down his window at the same time and throws the device out of the window.*
Cynthia: What the fuck, Trevor!
TGO: Talking to Gavin again?
Cynthia: What if I was?
TGO: Well when you talk to him again, tell him that I didn’t use his fucking plane tickets. Does he not remember who I am? I don’t fly with the commoners!
Cynthia: Quite obviously since I had to fly with those bastards and picked you up from the tarmac. By the way, how the hell do you expect me to tell him when I have no means of communication with the outside world now since you threw my phone out the window?
*TGO realizes that she has a point and immediately regrets his last statement, knowing that he’s been one-uped by his ex-wife.*
Cynthia: Fucking genius….
TGO: How the hell were you even paying for that cell phone? It’s obviously a different phone and I know that you don’t have money.
*A sly grin comes across Cynthia’s red lips as she starts to reveal how in fact she is paying for that phone.*
Cynthia: I MAY have snuck into your home when you were at work and grabbed one of your credit cards…
TGO: You did what?
Cynthia: Well technically I didn’t sneak in. Your maid actually let me in.
TGO: I knew I shouldn’t hire fucking illegals! That Rosie bitch is gone the moment I get home!
Cynthia: Ummmmm….
*TGO’s interest has been peaked as he looks intensely at Cynthia and speaks with a very low but serious voice.*
TGO: What?
Cynthia: Well while I was out getting a new phone I thought that I might as well go shopping too and hit up Northpark.
TGO: You fucking bitch. What card did you use?
Cynthia: The Black card.
TGO: Dammit Cynthia! How much?
Cynthia: 750.
TGO: Well that’s not too bad, I can live with that…
Cynthia: Add about three zeroes behind the last one.
TGO: You dumb whore! It’s like you’re as big of a retard as Danny B! I thought you would even be smarter than someone who tries to be like Scott Syren and visits some mystical place. Like how stupid do you even have to be to do something like that much less spend that much money?!
Cynthia: I thought I deserved it after you "killed" me…
TGO: I’ll show you kill you…..
*TGO lunges at Cynthia, as the driver stops the car and announces to the two bickering ninnies that they have arrived at their location. Cynthia quickly makes an exit as the screen splits in two again showing Noah Mackenzie and Miranda Roman walking away from a long marble desk and towards the camera. On TGO’s side, he has not gotten out of the vehicle still steaming mad from the news that Cynthia just spent an exorbitant amount of money shopping, as she takes out what appears to be new Louis Vuitton luggage from the trunk of the Lincoln. Trevor throws his hands up in defeat and just takes his luggage from the trunk, allowing Cynthia to fend for herself. You can see her call after him as he starts to make his way to 2 large glass doors that are surrounded by a bungalow blue home. Palm trees are blowing in a slight breeze as we take in the scenery around. The home seems to be settled on top of a cliff that looks down upon boundless, clear blue ocean. Trevor pays no attention to his surroundings as he gets close to the doors, but before he can get a chance to open them, Noah and Miranda exit through them as the split screen merges together to show the two frenemies meeting face to face. Noah appears to be completely taken off-guard and immediately starts to verbally assault Trevor.*
Noah: What the fuck are you doing here?
TGO: Woah!
Noah: Don’t “woah” me! This is supposed to be mine and Miranda’s vacation and you’re here to fucking ruin it?
TGO: That fucking dirty rat.
Noah: I know you didn’t just call me a dirty rat? That lingo went out in the 1950’s like the hair that you had left your head, gramps.
TGO: He didn’t tell you did he?
Noah: Who are you talking about?
TGO: Gavin.
Noah: Tell me what?
TGO: That I was going to be here you fucking idiot! Tell me again why I thought you would be a good choice for a tag partner again? You're about as bright as a burnt out bulb on a McDonald's sign.
*Cynthia has now joined the party as the scene cuts sound once again, leaving the foursome talking…if you can call it that. Cynthia and Miranda exchange dirty looks as Miranda holds onto Noah’s arm and cuddles up to him. Cynthia, not to be one-uped grabs the waist of TGO from the side and squeezes into him. TGO quickly pushes her off as an argument obviously starts leaving Miranda and Noah laughing as they head off. The voiceover of Miranda comes on as we are left with the two ex-lovers fighting.*
~Trevor was in fact right, Gavin is a dirty fucking rat. Why the hell did he not tell us that Trevor was going to be here? Well, actually the answer is obvious, he knew that we wouldn’t have come. I’ll give Gavin the benefit of the doubt, he is sneaky. I’m assuming that he thinks that the only way that those two will be able to get along together in the ring is if they bond outside of it. Unfortunately for him, I don’t see that happening. It seems like everyone in this Tag Team Turmoil match is fighting. The only people who seem to be getting along is the Danger Boiz and Amber Ryan with Danny B. Well I hope that they are ready. Just because partners are fighting, doesn’t mean that they don’t have the same overall goal in mind, and that is to be the best in the OCW. As much as I hate Trevor and everything that he stands for, he’s a great competitor, although Noah is better. Soon we’ll see those two with tag team titles around their waists, let’s just hope they don’t kill each other before they get them.~
