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| Rick Styles' worst roleplay; At least by today's standards. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 11 2013, 06:38 PM (236 Views) | |
| OnceStyles | Oct 11 2013, 06:38 PM Post #1 |
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Tetsuko
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I'm not sure when I wrote this, but someone had stumbled upon it and sent it my way. I forget if it was for UEW or UWF, but while it's clearly not one of my better pieces of work, it is good for a chuckle. 10 points for anyone that can figure out who "Wayne" was based on... :-) [Backstage locker room area: Two figures are walking through the hallway, one a man in his late 30's and a young boy who looks to be about 11 years old. The child skips along, looking at the different locker room doors while holding his UWF Rampage program tightly in his right hand. The boy's father follows him from behind.] Child: Wow, this is so awesome, We're actually in the UWF locker rooms! I can't believe you got us back here, Daddy! Thank you, thank you! Father: I had to pull in a few favors, [smiles] but the look on your face makes it all worth it, Wayne. Wayne: Come on, where is he? I'm sure we didn't pass it. [He suddenly stops at a door with "Styles" across it] HERE IT IS! It's Rick Styles' locker room! Oh boy, once I get his autograph, I'll have one from EVERYONE in UWF! This is so exciting! Father: Just be polite, okay, Wayne? Remember your manners. Wayne: I will, Daddy, I promise! [Wayne reaches up and knocks on the door then waits. His feet are shaking, causing his body to move up and down. The door slowly opens and Guido's head peeks out, peering down at the young child standing in front of the doorway.] Wayne: Can I speak to Rick Styles? PLEEEEEEAZE? [puts his hands together in begging fashion] [Guido shuts the door. A few moments later, the door re-opens and Rick Styles, in his wrestling tights and a towel around his neck, steps out. The boy's mouth opens wide as his father, standing a few feet away, grins with satisfaction.] Rick Styles: Yes? Wayne: [talking really fast] Mister Rick Styles, My name is Wayne and you are my biggest fan, I mean, I'm your biggest fan and I really like to watch you in the ring and I want to be just like you because your Rick Styles and i'm sorry i'm talking so fast but this is like really awesome meeting you...I'm your biggest fan! [turns towards his father and points up] Daddy, It's Rick Styles! Father: [smiling as well] I see that, Son. Rick Styles: (laughs and rolls his eyes) Well isn't that cute? Okay, thanks and all. Goodbye. Wayne: It's great to meet you, Rick Styles! I'd really like to get your auto... [Styles turns back to the locker room and shuts the door behind him] ...uhm... graph. [Wayne sadly looks up at the door and looks back at his father who's biting his lower lip.] Wayne: I didn't get his autograph. Father: Let's go, Wayne. I'm sure he's just very busy. [Wayne begins to walk away... then turns back to the door in a determined, yet nervous fashion. He reaches up and knocks again. The door re-opens and now, The "Top Dog" has a very annoyed look on his face.] Rick Styles: What NOW? Wayne: [holds up his UWF Rampage program and a pen] Can I have your autograph? Pretty Please? [Wayne's wide brown puppydog eyes meet Rick Styles' glare. Styles scratches a finger under his chin, thinking, while he looks over the young boy who begins to smile in anticipation for an answer of "yes".] Rick Styles: Well... I usually charge about, say, five dollars for my autograph. [Wayne turns to his father and walks over to him. The older man is staring at Styles with a look of both surprise and disbelievement.] Wayne: Daddy, can I have five dollars? Father: Wayne, you don't need this guy's autograph. Let's get someone else's. Wayne: But Daddy, I REALLY want it so I can finish my collection! Pretty Please? I already have everyone else's. Daddy? Rick Styles: [Angerly] You know, I have better things I could be doing right now! Can we hurry this up, "DADDY"? {The Father looks back at Styles, gritting his teeth and with his fists clenched.] Father: [under his breath] You smug... Wayne: Daddy, PLEASE? [Wayne's father looks down at his son's wide begging eyes. He looks at Styles, shaking his head in disaprovement...a look which is responded with a hand wave of "well, what's it going to be?". He looks back at his loving son, who it seems isn't fully aware of what's going on and can't get past his hero worship and want of that autograph. Hesitantly, He reaches into his wallet and hands his son a five dollar bill. Wayne's eyes widen and his excited smile returns.] Wayne: Thank you, Daddy! [Still smiling, Wayne takes the five dollar bill and runs back to Styles, waving it in the air. With an annoyed and demeaning look, Styles takes the five dollar bill, crumples it up in his hand and places it into his tights' pocket. He then yanks the Rampage program and the pen from the young child's hands, quickly signs it and places it against Wayne's chest so he can take it. The "Top Dog" turns around, walks back into his locker room and shuts the door. Wayne's smile slowly leaves his face as he walks back towards his father while holding the program up so he can see "Rick Styles" scribbled actross the front cover. While Wayne stares at his program, a few moments of silence pass until his father places a hand on his shoulder.] Father: Are you ready? [Wayne slowly turns his head up so his eyes meet his father's, who notices his son seems a bit confused.] Father: Is everything okay, Wayne? You should smile, you wanted Rick Styles' autograph and now it's yours. You've finished your collection. Wayne: [looking back down at the program] He... he didn't give me my pen back, Daddy. Father: I know. (momentary pause) Let's go home. Wayne: Okay. [The man takes his son's hand and the two walk down the hallway... but not before he looks over his shoulder... and throws a dirty look and a silent curse towards the locker room door.] |
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| Hopper | Oct 11 2013, 10:10 PM Post #2 |
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The Luther Burger
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You are Wayne Peete |
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| sychosys | Oct 11 2013, 11:22 PM Post #3 |
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This Space For Rent
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"I am Wayne Peete" |
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