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Rick Styles' worst roleplay; At least by today's standards.
Topic Started: Oct 11 2013, 06:38 PM (236 Views)
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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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