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Bulls-Eye
Topic Started: Oct 6 2012, 12:20 AM (120 Views)
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The scene opens inside the Diamonds in the Club locker room where we find Erickson pacing back and forth, burning a hole in the ground. He seems to be in a deep thought as the camera catches a small grin. He looks over his shoulder and notices Raw’s duffle bag sitting on the bench in front of his locker. He unzips the bag, and starts to go through its contents. He pulls out a few condoms, and shrugs, putting them in his pocket. He then finds a rainbow thong and cringes in disgust. As he moves the thong to the side, he finds a bottle of baby oil.

“What the fuck?”

After a few more minutes of digging, Erickson finds what he is looking for, and pulls it out of the bag.

“Bingo.”

Erickson holds up a box of McDonald’s chicken McNuggets in victory, before carefully stuffing them in his pocket.

“I hope these are fresh, this is so disgusting, but it must be done.”

Erickson carefully replaces the rest of Raw’s stuff back into his duffle bag, and zips it back up. Erickson then directs his attention to a picture of Romeo Stylez that is hanging on the back of the locker room door. The Diamond reaches down on the bench next to him and picks up a handful of darts, and begins to throw them at the door without aiming. Most of the darts are on target, striking different parts of the poster of Romeo. As Erickson has dart practice, the camera picks up a few mumbles from him.

“Cost me another match? Fucking bitch.”

“Think you are better than me. Fucking bitch.”

Erickson throws a dart, hitting Romeo between the eyes.

“Trying to steal Raw from me? HA! Fucking bitch.”

“Joining my stable without me getting to decide if it was okay? Fucking bitch."

“Winning MY title? Fucking bitch.”

Just as Erickson is about to throw another dart, the door swings open, and Raw is standing in the doorway. Erickson tries to hide the darts behind his back. Luckily, Raw doesn’t see the darts and walks into the locker room, closing the door behind him.

Raw: “What’s up Jack?”

“Chillen’ Nigga.”

Raw: “Tough break last week, huh?”

“Wasn’t my fault. I had it in the bag, can’t say that for my teammate.”

Raw: “Give me a break. Can’t you two just get along?”

“Negative Ghost Rider. I can’t believe you even let him in the group man. You didn’t even ask. I thought this was supposed to be a team. A team is suppose to make decisions together.”

Raw: “It had to be done. And it was the right decision. Look, it is obvious you are a little jealous about the NA title.”

“Jealous? No. That is my title.”

Raw: “You two need to leave it all on the line this week, whoever walks out as champion deserves to be the champ, and we move on as a team.”

“Sure Mom, that is exactly what we are going to do. And after we can all hold hands and sing songs!”

Raw shakes his head in disappointment and walks up to his duffle bag and starts to go through it. After a few moments of searching, he speaks up.

Raw: “Have you seen my chicken nuggets? I know they were in here a few minutes ago, but I can’t find them.”

“Someone probably stole them.”

Raw: “Stole my chicken nuggets? That is a fucking felony. No one steals my chicken nuggets. I will destroy anyone who would commit such a crime.”

“I actually think it was Romeo, when I got in here he was zipping up your bag and was chewing on something, smelled like chicken and barbeque sauce.”

Raw’s mouth drops as he starts to storm toward the door.

“Maybe you were right, Jack. Maybe Romeo is a thieving bastard. I will get to the bottom of this. No one steals my chicken, no one.”

Raw storms out of the door, screaming for Romeo. Erickson bursts out in laughter as the door slams shut.

“Deserves you right Romeo. Don’t fuck with the Diamond, or you will be cut.”

Erickson throws a dart, and it lands in the area of Romeo’s balls.

“Bulls-eye. Tonight, I become the North American Champion.”
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