Shepherd is seen throwing down a cooler and anything else he can find as AWOL makes their way through the backstage area.
Cort: Shit man…
Shep stops at the sound of Cort’s voice and gives him a look of pure disdain.
Shep: Yea, shit man! What the hell was that out there? Perfect time to pander to the crowd right?
Cort: I know, I shit the bed on that one.
Shep: Damn right you did. Another one of those split-second decisions right.
Cort: C’mon Shep, don’t you sometimes do the complete wrong thing accidentally? Like if your body was controlled by some kind of mysterious god and he just pushed the wrong button?
Shep: … no.
The two glare at each other before Shep lets out a deep sigh.
Shep: Regardless I was the one who took the fall. It’s on me… my bad, just let it slip through. I know you weren’t taking a dive, but damn it I wanted that. We had those guys dead to rights.
Cort: Seems like it’s a common theme with us. Winning, winning, winning… lose.
Cort sits down on a bench.
Cort: Not much else to do but work our way back up the ranks. We’ve done it before, we can do it again.
Shep: But we shouldn’t have to.
Cort: And no man should ever have to eat a frankfurters ‘n’ beef MRE. But we all did.
Shep and Cort continue to bicker as we fade out.
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Well thats not good! |
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Life ain't all Sunshine and Rainbows! |
EXTREME RULEZ
VALKYRIE vs BERTHA STIGGLITZ
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A door slams shut in a dimly lit room as a man slumps down on a couch and pulls out a black notebook. Flipping it open quickly and turning to a specific page.
The camera pans up to once again see Dennis Dillinger. His suit torn, stained and wrinkled. His usually greasy, slicked back hair is a mess, thrown to various sides.
Dillinger: Every… Single… One...Of… THEM.
Dillinger furiously writes in his notebook the names of those who tortured him over the course of the night.
A slow moving figure walks out of the shadows towards Dillinger. His deep red attire only very slightly seen on the left side of the camera.
Dillinger: This whole company is crazy. I don’t know wh-- AHH!
Dillinger shreeks and holds his chest, dropping his notebook and pen in the process before breathing in relief.
Dillinger: Jesus! Don’t walk up on people like that.
???: Where... have you been…?
Dillinger: I have been mistreated. I have more names for you. I have more.
The figure bends over to pick up the notebook, reading the names inside, before tearing it in half.
Dennis Dillinger panics and throws his arms up in the air.
Dillinger: WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR YOU BIG JACKASS!?
The figure grabs Dillinger by his shirt and pulls him forward.
???: This… Was NOT a part of the plan. I don’t care about any of these peons.
Dillinger: I.. I know! Listen, I HAVE WHAT YOU WANT. You’re the one I chose for a reason! Now let go of me!
???: I’m not your project. You’re going to do as I say and then we’ll both get what we want.
Dillinger fixes his shirt from being pulled and backs away rubbing his hands together.
Dillinger: Yes… Yes we will. Starting at Riot 513…
The camera fades out one last time…
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What the hell is he planing! |
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I don't know but I LOVE IT! |
SENSATIONAL SPIDER vs KASSIDY HAYES*
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