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Posted by Christian on June 4, 2004, 11:05 am Christian sighs as he looks over at Trish, Trish returns the gaze. Trish: Aw, baby, I'm sorry. I know you'd like to be out playing with your friends... you'll be all better soon enough and you can get back to your good old silly self again. **Trish hops off of her towel and joins Christian on his, she ruffles his hair a little and smiles. Christian: It's not that that's bugging me. Well, I mean, not ONLY that.. Dustin Jobber: OW! Time-out! I got water inside my scuba mask! THURSDAY! TIME-OUT! **Christian looks over as Mr. Thursday Night ignores Dustin's request for a "time-out". He sighs again. Trish: Well, if it's not just that, then what else is it? Christian: I don't know. It's EcKo, it's those things he said about you. It's these bandages, it's that damned Will Westbrook and his cheating ways, putting me out for almost a whole week... Trish: Well, you still have another day, you know. And to think, if he hadn't moved the cards to Friday's, we wouldn't be sunning ourselves on this beautiful beach. We'd be working. So, there's something to be happy about. Worry about EcKo and all that stuff tomorrow when you actually HAVE to. Christian: Normally I have no problem with that. But EcKo's become totally annoying. He's just gotten under my skin and made me all itchy. Kinda like a rash, but nastier. More like a pimple.. yes, EcKo is definatly like a pimple. Unwelcome, ugly, and annoying. Thinks he owns whatever he touches, well he DOESN'T OWN MY BEAUTIFUL FACE! NO HE DOES NOT! As you can see, Trish, my love, my face is clear from all forms of acne, and will remain that way... **Trish looks at Christian quizzically... Trish:.....right. Um.. I mean nothing by this, of course, but are you sure you're gonna be okay to wrestle EcKo tomorrow? **Christian gazes are Trish blankly for a few moments. Christian: Um, der? Of course I'll be able to. EcKo is a joke. He is a walking, talking punch line. I'd be able to kick his ass fifty times in a row, and then another 50 if I had to... TOTALLY regaurdless of my injuries. I mean, did you see his last promo? If you could even call it that.. I mean, I bent over to pick up the TV remote and missed a good 75% of the peice of crap. Okay, okay... I MAY have been wrong about the whole rapping thing. It's true, he hasn't done it for like, at least a month. But some things are SOOO totally queer they follow for a lifetime. I don't care if he did it yesterday, or two years ago... it was still frickin' stupid, and I'll still make fun of him for it. Frankly, because he deserves it. He basically asks for it everytime he goes out to the ring and makes a big fat fool out of himself. Aaaawww...does it bother EcKo when I make fun of his crappy rapping skills? does he think that the Eminem references are getting OLD? TOO BAD! Because no matter how he tries to change his image, he's still the nappy, dandruff headed, bad rapping, walking talking Shady merchandise commercial... It's who he is. It's what everybody thinks of him, so, he better just get used to it and totally come to terms with his crappiness, cuz it's never gonna change. And I STILL can't get over the fact that he tried to "diss" my way of speaking... AT LEAST PEOPLE CAN UNDERSTAND ME!!! And THEN, he has the nerve to say horrible things about you, Trish. Like, TOTALLY horrible things. That will be his downfall. He shouldn't have brought your name into it... everybody thinks they have an idea of what you're like, just because that total jack-ass Chris Jericho ran your name through the mud when you realized you were too good for him. EcKo's just jealous because you turned him down... and now look who he's got on his arm. EEEWWWW...talk about sluts. Amber is the biggest, dirtiest slut I've ever seen in my life. I TOTALLY thought the Prez had hired her for a little... ya know... when I first saw her walking the halls of the arenas. I mean, OBVIOUSLY she's a total skank-biscut if she's gonna join up with EcKo. Her standards must be pretty freakin' low... I mean, if she's willing to hook up with EcKo, then WHO KNOWS how many little black books her phone number is in. I mean, STEVE BLAZE!! C'MON! Even HE didn't want her. EcKo is taking Stevie Blazes sloppy seconds... now, if THAT isn't a new form of pathetic, I don't know what is. I mean, seriously, Trish... she told him she needs a man. Obviously the girl is delutional, EcKo has the dress, the language, the lifestyle of a 13 year old boy! If she was looking for a man, she's gonna be pretty disapointed once he takes her to see the new Harry Potter flick for their first date. EcKo's idea of being threatening is spouting off every cuss word in the english language, but I'M the one who's un-origonal!? those four letter words have totally been around for millions and millions of years... MILLIONS OF YEARS, TRISH! Do you realize how many people have used them in that amount of time? Like, at least a thousand... I mean..totally....OOOUF! **Just then, Dustin Jobber, frisby in hand, stumbled and falls right on top of Christian. The two lay in a pile, wet and sand coverd.. Dustin: Um... hey best buddy. How's the ribs? **Christian glares at Dustin and shoves him off of him. Dustin stands up and dusts the sand off of him. He is wearing a very tiny light blue speedo. Dustin: So, what were you guys talking about? Christian: That jerk-ass EcKo.. Dustin: ECKO?!?!! What in the HELL is an EcKo? Christian: Paco.. Dustin: Paco?! Eeewww... that guy who scratches his butt and then sniffs his finger? He's heinous... Christian: Most righteously... **Just then, Dustin's "cat-like" sences perk up and he hears an ice cream bike. He tilts his head and perks his ears. Christian: Dude, what is it? Dustin: ice cream... **Dustin and Christian look at each other and Christian stumbles to his feet. Christian: I'll race ya.. Dustin: Deal, on the count of three... Christian: Wait...
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