Post by KAIN on Feb 23, 2011 4:35:39 GMT -5
Inside the Elite's locker room, Bandit is on the couch watching a replay of the nights matches and Teabag is leaning against the bar drinking a beer and are talking about their match.
Teabag: Damn Bandit, we had that match man!
Bandit: Yeah I know. This is starting to...
The door suddenly... and loudly... flies open as Kain angrily barrels into the locker room.
Kain: WHAT THE FUCK??!! The cTn interfered in both of our matches in the same damn night?!
Bandit quickly jumps up and stands in front of the TV.
Kain: Since when did... E, why the hell are standing in front of the TV?
Bandit: Because the last time you were this pissed, I had to buy a new TV. Remember?
Kain quickly points his finger at Bandit.
Kain: That wasn't my fault.
Bandit: I specifically remember your foot going through the screen, how the hell was that not your fault?!
Kain: That guy shouldn't have pissed me off.
Teabag pulls up a chair and sits down as he smiles and continues drinking his beer as the banter continues.
Teabag: This is better than a reality show.
Kain and Bandit turn on Teabag.
Kain and Bandit: WHAT?!
Teabag throws his hands up.
Teabag: Nothin, nothin, I didn't say anything.
Kain heads for the mini-fridge behind the bar.
Kain: I'll give those bastards this much, they've sure grown a set since the last time I was here. But they're steppin on a lot of toes... and I'm not wearin steel-toe boots! Fuckin Dragune.
Kain grabs a beer out of the mini-fridge and takes a swig before heading for the door.
Teabag: Where ya goin?
Kain: To check on my tag-team partner.
Bandit grins and reaches for the door.
Bandit: Here let me get the door for you.
Kain points at Bandit with the same hand he's holding the beer with.
Kain: You wipe that shit eatin grin off your face right now!
Kain leaves the locker room as Bandit closes the door, still grinning.
Teabag: What was that about? And why are you grinning?
Bandit merely chuckles.
Bandit: Nothing.
Camera fades.
Teabag: Damn Bandit, we had that match man!
Bandit: Yeah I know. This is starting to...
The door suddenly... and loudly... flies open as Kain angrily barrels into the locker room.
Kain: WHAT THE FUCK??!! The cTn interfered in both of our matches in the same damn night?!
Bandit quickly jumps up and stands in front of the TV.
Kain: Since when did... E, why the hell are standing in front of the TV?
Bandit: Because the last time you were this pissed, I had to buy a new TV. Remember?
Kain quickly points his finger at Bandit.
Kain: That wasn't my fault.
Bandit: I specifically remember your foot going through the screen, how the hell was that not your fault?!
Kain: That guy shouldn't have pissed me off.
Teabag pulls up a chair and sits down as he smiles and continues drinking his beer as the banter continues.
Teabag: This is better than a reality show.
Kain and Bandit turn on Teabag.
Kain and Bandit: WHAT?!
Teabag throws his hands up.
Teabag: Nothin, nothin, I didn't say anything.
Kain heads for the mini-fridge behind the bar.
Kain: I'll give those bastards this much, they've sure grown a set since the last time I was here. But they're steppin on a lot of toes... and I'm not wearin steel-toe boots! Fuckin Dragune.
Kain grabs a beer out of the mini-fridge and takes a swig before heading for the door.
Teabag: Where ya goin?
Kain: To check on my tag-team partner.
Bandit grins and reaches for the door.
Bandit: Here let me get the door for you.
Kain points at Bandit with the same hand he's holding the beer with.
Kain: You wipe that shit eatin grin off your face right now!
Kain leaves the locker room as Bandit closes the door, still grinning.
Teabag: What was that about? And why are you grinning?
Bandit merely chuckles.
Bandit: Nothing.
Camera fades.