The cameras cut backstage to an abnormally quiet locker room of Cyrus Riddle. As he sits inside of his locker space, his eyes are closed with his head tilted back. The seconds go by before he takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, looking over to the left of the room.
RIDDLE: “So… you ready for this?”
Rorie looks over at Cyrus from where she sits in the room. She was filing her nails, as if she was bored. But she wasn't. It was the easiest way for her to focus.
STEELE: “Cyrus, I've been ready since I came to 4CW. How about you? You feeling good?”
Cyrus nods his head and stands up, walking over to Rorie, kneeling down in front of her.
RIDDLE: “Yeah, I’m good. Big night, a lot of implications behind this match. Listen, before we go out there, I need to thank you for this. Thank you for going into this match and being just as hungry as I am.”
Rorie smirks at Cyrus.
STEELE: ”Aww sugar… I'm not 100% doing this for you. I've wanted to take things away from Aidan since I came here. But… You're welcome. Honestly, I wouldn't have this chance if you hadn't suggested it.”
RIDDLE: “Well, you’re worth it, and I know you can carry your weight. I’ve seen your in-ring work since BCW, and I’ve always been impressed. I don’t want to be too fuckin’ sentimental about this, but it’ll be thirty reigns once we take these belts tonight. That’s a huge deal to me, and like it or not, you’re sharing that.”
STEELE: “I will say this… and the only time I’ll ever say it. I’m happy to be sharing that with you.”
She smiled genuinely at him.
STEELE: “But also you’re a cunt.”
Cyrus laughs as he looks at her, finally settling down to a smirk.
RIDDLE: “I’ll accept that… and in return, you’re the cleanest, finest slag I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing.”
She does a mock curtsy while still sitting down.
STEELE: “Why thank you, Mr. Riddle.”
RIDDLE: “You’re very welcome, Miss Steele. Now, the time is near… I can already smell the victory in the air. Tonight, we celebrate, and I don’t care what we have to do to destroy Aidan and her orange haired, pale, twat of a boyfriend. The night belongs to us, and we are too fuckin’ good to settle for less.”
STEELE: “Mmm. I agree to no end. We will destroy them. I can’t wait to laugh in that cunts face.”
He stands and grabs Rorie’s hand, helping her to her feet to stand in front of him.
RIDDLE: “All I ask is that you make the most of it. You’ll get your chance to take it all tonight, and after that, this place is ours. You cement your place in this company and I finally add the icing to the cake of my career accomplishments.”
STEELE: “Alright… Sappy McFuckface. Get your head out of the clouds now, huh? I’m helping you bring your career full circle. You’re stoked. I get it. Now man the fuck up, get into Riddle-mode, and let’s demolish these fuckers, hm?”
Cyrus leans in closer, placing his mouth near her ear with a serious look on his face. His voice volume lowers a bit.
RIDDLE: “You fail to realize that I’ve been ready for this night since the challenge was made. My sentimentality right now is for you and you only. Once I walk out there, everyone knows what the fuck is going to go down. I turn alpha bitches to beta slags, and I burn down the redwood tree that stands with her. Blood, sweat, and pain. If I don’t walk out with a tag title tonight, you make sure the body bag is delivered to put me in, yeah?”
A sadistic smirk came across Rorie’s face almost instantly. She gently tapped him on the cheek a few times.
STEELE: “Now that’s what I was fucking looking for, sugar.”
RIDDLE: “You never have to look far, because it’s always there. Sometimes it’s just fun to have people think it’s not, because then they suffer more.”
STEELE: “I know it’s always there. I just like to hear you say it.”
She winks at him and he returns a smile, more mischievous than jovial.
RIDDLE: “I’ll do you one better, I’ll show you in a bit.”
Cyrus and Rorie share a look of determination as Riddle steps backward out of camera view, leaving the focus on a sinister looking Rorie.
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