Post by khardaway on Apr 16, 2007 13:38:58 GMT -5
*The scene opens up in the locker room of Jay and Amy Skye-Williams. Frustated over his loss against Outcast at this past Sunday's "Slam"...somehow he decides to take it out on Amy. Poor girl...seriously.*
Jay Williams: Ok, honey...where the hell were you on Friday? Oh yeah, now I know...NOT HELPING ME WIN THE PEOPLE'S TITLE!
Amy Skye-Williams: Well how was I supposed to help with that big ape running around. He could've destroyed me in one fail swoop, you know that, and then POP! You're done for awhile, love. Because without me sometimes, you can't do shit.
Jay Williams: You know I can, Amy. You saw it back a couple months ago, when I had to go through rehab for my knee to get back into the wrestling game, you were out traveling the world with [edited for legal reasons]. I could've used you at my side during then. They said I wasn't going to get back in the game, love. Now look at me, I have a clean slate here. And now that you're back on the same page as me, it would be nice for you to help out a bit. You did so well in that first match.
Amy Skye-Williams: Well Jay, I don't want you to get disqualified out there, honey. You know I care about you and your career, and I want you to do the best out there, but know that I can't pick out your battles. You need to do it yourself, dear. I can be out there cheering for you to go out there and do your best, but that's it. Sorry that you lost your match to someone who is going for the World Heavyweight Title this Sunday at Slam though.
*Amy goes to Jay and hugs him tightly. Jay repays the favor. Everybody argues, it's not their fault.*
Jay Williams: No worries, honey. Yeah, I know he won against me...thanks to his lackey douchebag Rick Mad...but winning against me gives him a World Title shot?
Amy Skye-Williams: Maybe it was the fact that Creeping Death attacked them at the end and all of that stuff involving Jack of Blades and all. It's pretty damn confusing.
Jay Williams: We can't help it, we've been here for less than a month. But anyways, yeah...I have to focus on now and what's to come in the future. I can have better things down the road, I just need to keep showcasing myself to the top dogs around here. Of course, i'm against a WCF debutee this Sunday. What's the guy's name again?
*Amy looks on WCF's website. On the bottom of the Slam card in the opening match...Zane vs. Jay Williams. Hmmm...*
Amy Skye-Williams: Zane. His name is Zane. No more, no less.
*A thought gets into Jay's mind all of a sudden*
Jay Williams: Zane....hmm, I knew a guy named Zane. Everybody loved him even though he was the biggest freakin' stoner anyone has ever seen. Oh well, whatever. Have we seen him talk about me or whatnot?
Amy Skye-Williams: Noooooooope.
Jay Williams: I see. Hmm...oh well, better than nothing I suppose. Oh wait, nevermind. Anyways, we have to get going on that plane to the next arena...wherever that is.
Amy Skye-Williams: Gotcha. Here's hoping there's no snakes on the plane this time around. Remember that?
Jay Williams: Yeah. Sam L. Jackson helped us and we had to give him money and all of that stuff. But then Chuck Norris helped us out and everything was safe in the world. Everything's safe when Chuck Norris saves the day.
*Courtesy of somewhere else, a clip is shown of that incident. It's weird, odd, and random...what the hell was he supposed to do, huh. Luckily "Fuckin' Chuck Norris" saved the day. The first man you want to save you...second being Jack Bauer*
Amy Skye-Williams: Damn right.
Jay Williams: Anyways, let's get going, love.
Amy Skye-Williams: Right behind you.
*Amy and Jay finish up packing as they wheel their suitcases out of their locker room and walk out...the scene fading away*
Jay Williams: Ok, honey...where the hell were you on Friday? Oh yeah, now I know...NOT HELPING ME WIN THE PEOPLE'S TITLE!
Amy Skye-Williams: Well how was I supposed to help with that big ape running around. He could've destroyed me in one fail swoop, you know that, and then POP! You're done for awhile, love. Because without me sometimes, you can't do shit.
Jay Williams: You know I can, Amy. You saw it back a couple months ago, when I had to go through rehab for my knee to get back into the wrestling game, you were out traveling the world with [edited for legal reasons]. I could've used you at my side during then. They said I wasn't going to get back in the game, love. Now look at me, I have a clean slate here. And now that you're back on the same page as me, it would be nice for you to help out a bit. You did so well in that first match.
Amy Skye-Williams: Well Jay, I don't want you to get disqualified out there, honey. You know I care about you and your career, and I want you to do the best out there, but know that I can't pick out your battles. You need to do it yourself, dear. I can be out there cheering for you to go out there and do your best, but that's it. Sorry that you lost your match to someone who is going for the World Heavyweight Title this Sunday at Slam though.
*Amy goes to Jay and hugs him tightly. Jay repays the favor. Everybody argues, it's not their fault.*
Jay Williams: No worries, honey. Yeah, I know he won against me...thanks to his lackey douchebag Rick Mad...but winning against me gives him a World Title shot?
Amy Skye-Williams: Maybe it was the fact that Creeping Death attacked them at the end and all of that stuff involving Jack of Blades and all. It's pretty damn confusing.
Jay Williams: We can't help it, we've been here for less than a month. But anyways, yeah...I have to focus on now and what's to come in the future. I can have better things down the road, I just need to keep showcasing myself to the top dogs around here. Of course, i'm against a WCF debutee this Sunday. What's the guy's name again?
*Amy looks on WCF's website. On the bottom of the Slam card in the opening match...Zane vs. Jay Williams. Hmmm...*
Amy Skye-Williams: Zane. His name is Zane. No more, no less.
*A thought gets into Jay's mind all of a sudden*
Jay Williams: Zane....hmm, I knew a guy named Zane. Everybody loved him even though he was the biggest freakin' stoner anyone has ever seen. Oh well, whatever. Have we seen him talk about me or whatnot?
Amy Skye-Williams: Noooooooope.
Jay Williams: I see. Hmm...oh well, better than nothing I suppose. Oh wait, nevermind. Anyways, we have to get going on that plane to the next arena...wherever that is.
Amy Skye-Williams: Gotcha. Here's hoping there's no snakes on the plane this time around. Remember that?
Jay Williams: Yeah. Sam L. Jackson helped us and we had to give him money and all of that stuff. But then Chuck Norris helped us out and everything was safe in the world. Everything's safe when Chuck Norris saves the day.
*Courtesy of somewhere else, a clip is shown of that incident. It's weird, odd, and random...what the hell was he supposed to do, huh. Luckily "Fuckin' Chuck Norris" saved the day. The first man you want to save you...second being Jack Bauer*
Amy Skye-Williams: Damn right.
Jay Williams: Anyways, let's get going, love.
Amy Skye-Williams: Right behind you.
*Amy and Jay finish up packing as they wheel their suitcases out of their locker room and walk out...the scene fading away*
