RKMBs Forums .::Important::. RDCW No Way Out of the Closet 06

Captain Howdy, Doc Mid-Nite, and MisterJLA are backstage, walking back to their locker room when Joe Mama catches up with them. He grabs MisterJLA by the shoulder and spins him so the II members of the IV are nose-to-nose.

JM: I said I was ready for my comments, "pal".

JLA: Sorry, "buddy". I just figured that we said everything that needed to be said. There wasn't much need for any "managerial wisdom", "Chief".

JM: Oh...well, then, nevermind...GAYLORD!!!

The crowd can be heard making a collective "ooooooooooooooooooooooooh!!!" sound. MisterJLA's eyes bulge as a look of rage comes over his face. Because nothing - and I mean NOTHING - trumps "gaylord"!!!

DMN: Guys, why don't we settle things out of the public eye...

CH: Yeah, yeh cunts! Reel this Brokeback moment in! We got matches to ready for!

JLA: You guys go ahead. Me and our kinda-sorta-"when he feels like it"-type manager will hash things out right now.

JM: Go 'head, guys. This won't take too long...

The other II members of the IV slowly walk to their locker room (off-camera). A door can be heard opening and then, moments later, closing. MisterJLA and Joe Mama are still staring each other down.

JLA: "Gaylord"...dammit, that was a low blow! What's going on with you? One week you're in my corner, making sure we come away with the victory. The next week you're nowhere - man - to be seen! Do you realize how bad that makes us look? How grim(m) our title hopes are right now? You make each member of the IV look like a (Spandex) Monkey...man!

JM: Are you done?

JLA: No I'm not done! If you're gonna be a part of this team, you need to step up and represent! You're either strong like an _chris oak_ley, or you're just another King Snarf wannabe! And who needs that around here?

Joe Mama snarls...

JM: Did you just call me a King Snarf wannabe?

JLA: Well...you called me a "gaylord".

JM: Listen, I told you that I'm on the shelf. I back you any way I can. Every damn way I can. Not just by being ringside. Not just by working out strategies. While I'm supposedly nowhere - man - to be found, I've been working behind the scenes to ensure your Heavyweight victory and to make sure that Howdy and Mid-Nite bring home some gold as well.

JLA: Oh really...how?

JM: Let's just say that I've been in talks with a real war PIG...a true man of IRON...to bring him to our side. Someone who's championship caliber. A true competitor where there a DeARTH of real greatness.

JLA: Are we gonna keep doing that?

JM: Doing what?

JLA: Dropping names to get cheap pops.

JM: I have no clue what you're talking about.

Both men stare directly at the camera.

JLA: C'mon...let's go get a sandwich, captain.

JM: I think you mean, "C'mon, Captain, let's go grab a Sammich."

JLA: Dammit!

JM: Never you mind, li'l buckaroo. You'll get the hang of it. Hell, I'll make you a World Champion AND a cunning linguist!

JLA: Chesty would like that...

JM: Let's go work out strategy with the guys. This is gonna be a big night for the IV. That I promise...

The two men walk off camera towards the locker room.