Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2006 13:40:07 GMT -5
{The cab pulls into the parking lot at the WCF Arena. The show is still hours away, but several fans have already arrived and started a tailgating party.}
Rick: "Hey, Bobby. We're here, man."
{Bobby sits up and shakes off the cobwebs. Then he gets out of the car and stretches his arms and legs.}
Bobby: "There's nothing like a 16 hour cab ride to loosen up before a match."
Rick: "Your bill is gonna be..."
{Rick checks the meter.}
Rick: "$1653.50"
{Bobby reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card.}
Bobby: "This is the information for WCF Headquarters. You call them and they'll take care of it. Make sure they give you a nice tip."
Rick: "Thanks, homey. I don't care what the media or the fans say about you, you're a good dude."
Bobby: "I appreciate that. Take care of yourself, Rick."
{Rick drives away as Bobby picks up his duffel bag and walks toward the entrance of the building.}
Little Girl: "Oh my god, it's Bobby Cairo! Daddy, it's Bobby Cairo!"
Little Girl's Dad: "You suck, Cairo! Dreadnoks are gonna kick your ass!"
Bobby: "Try tucking in one of those extra chins, fatso."
Little Girl's Dad: "Go to hell, Cairo!"
{Bobby mumbles to himself as he walks past the drunken oaf.}
Sexy Lady: "Bobby, you're my favorite! Can I have your autograph?"
Bobby: "Only if you take your top off and whip out those knockers."
{The woman takes offense to this comment and slaps Bobby.}
Sexy Lady: "Jerk!"
Bobby: "Suit yourself, lady."
{Bobby takes out his photo security pass and flashes it to the security guard at the arena.}
Guard: "Mr. Cairo, come on through, sir."
{Bobby walks through to the locker room area and begins to change into his wrestling gear.}
Rick: "Hey, Bobby. We're here, man."
{Bobby sits up and shakes off the cobwebs. Then he gets out of the car and stretches his arms and legs.}
Bobby: "There's nothing like a 16 hour cab ride to loosen up before a match."
Rick: "Your bill is gonna be..."
{Rick checks the meter.}
Rick: "$1653.50"
{Bobby reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card.}
Bobby: "This is the information for WCF Headquarters. You call them and they'll take care of it. Make sure they give you a nice tip."
Rick: "Thanks, homey. I don't care what the media or the fans say about you, you're a good dude."
Bobby: "I appreciate that. Take care of yourself, Rick."
{Rick drives away as Bobby picks up his duffel bag and walks toward the entrance of the building.}
Little Girl: "Oh my god, it's Bobby Cairo! Daddy, it's Bobby Cairo!"
Little Girl's Dad: "You suck, Cairo! Dreadnoks are gonna kick your ass!"
Bobby: "Try tucking in one of those extra chins, fatso."
Little Girl's Dad: "Go to hell, Cairo!"
{Bobby mumbles to himself as he walks past the drunken oaf.}
Sexy Lady: "Bobby, you're my favorite! Can I have your autograph?"
Bobby: "Only if you take your top off and whip out those knockers."
{The woman takes offense to this comment and slaps Bobby.}
Sexy Lady: "Jerk!"
Bobby: "Suit yourself, lady."
{Bobby takes out his photo security pass and flashes it to the security guard at the arena.}
Guard: "Mr. Cairo, come on through, sir."
{Bobby walks through to the locker room area and begins to change into his wrestling gear.}
