Dinner

[Jack]

Within the enormous party bus known as The Exotic Express there was something a little more calming going down. Or rather, an attempt at being somewhat tranquil. Although that word has never been used to describe Brian Kendrick or anything he's ever been involved with. A darkened room, lit by a couple of candles, with a long black dining table separated the aforementioned former World Champion and Emma. The Australian was perhaps in a light blue colored ballgown while Kendrick was very much wearing what looked like the first thing he found on his floor. There was an impressive spread of dishes between them, each one covered by a silver dishes. Emma had her hands folded at her waist with a big, excited smile while Kendrick stared off at nothing in particular, never even blinking.

| Emma | I--

The blonde was cut off by the muffled sound of a speakers bass and humming from the next room. Kendrick pushed himself away from the table, stomped past Emma, swung the door open and slid his head out.

| Brian Kendrick | Hey! Shut up out there! Trying to be classy in here you rude FUCKS!

The humming and the music provided by the Rosebuds swiftly died down and Kendrick returned to his seat.

| Brian Kendrick | Christ. Why is it the only song they know is Adam Rose's theme song?

Going back to his lifeless, unblinking stare, he glanced away from Emma.

| Brian Kendrick | Continue.

| Emma | I was going to say, thank you for taking time out to join me! I know you have a big WrestleMania match to prepare for.

| Brian Kendrick | I don't do the whole 'hit the gym and train really hard and intense thing' and I didn't have anything else to do so..

Despite the object of her affection's indifference, it did nothing to shake Emma's sunny resolve.

| Emma | And I do hope you watched my performance last week!

| Brian Kendrick | ..What? Oh. Yeah. I didn't really..uh..watch it live. I was busy thinking about making CM Punk choke on his own blood. But I saw it. I didn't think a girl dressed like me would be hot but, hey, I liked it.

Emma's face lit up even more at this semi-form of acceptance.

| Emma | And I know you're going leave Punk laying Sunday night! No doubt in my mind!

| Brian Kendrick | You know..

Leaning back slightly in his chair, Kendrick's expression began to sour

| Brian Kendrick | I don't like to dwell too much in the past. I want to do big, shiny new things. Big, shiny, new exciting things. But here I am, ready to stand across the ring with CM Punk again. I hate Punk.

| Emma | I know! You should! You two have SUCH a history together! You've been partners and tag team champions and you've been at each others throats and you were in Elite together! But do you know what I think? I think you've always been better.

Emma winked flirtatious but Kendrick didn't seem to notice.

| Brian Kendrick | Well, yeah, no shit. 'Elite' was such a stupid name. I know I didn't come up with that. Punk's dumb ass must have..

After rolling his eyes, the scowl on his face seemed to deepen

| Brian Kendrick | No matter how many times we hurt one another we always seem to come back for more. I want to put an end to this. I need to make some phone calls. Turn this into some kind of exploding ring, razor blade, death match so I never have to lay eyes on that bastard again. He could do the slicing, dicing and blowing up. 'Long ONE of us is gone.

Emma gasped loudly and her eyes became very urgent

| Emma | No! You can't die! Never, ever!

| Brian Kendrick | Don't worry. I'm immortal. We're all vampires anyway. Pyramid schemes. They just keep recycling us and we never really die. So even if I chew Punk's face off he would just eventually came back in another form, somehow more aggravating and tattooed than before.

Emma wasn't entirely up on Brian's belief in conspiracy theories, especially when they were as far out as that one. She kept her smile but it was shaky one.

| Emma | O..Okay! Why don't you try a dish? I made everything myself! Made with love!

The chaotic grappler propped an elbow up on the table in front of him and lifted the dish closest to him that Emma had pointed out. The smell of cookies filled the room.

| Brian Kendrick | Most people don't start off serving desert but..

He examined the cookie which was shaped like his WrestleMania opponent. From the starred trunks to the fist tape, it was a soft, doughy replica of CM Punk. Kendrick extended a finger and smeared the eye's to make them look like 'X's' and then showed it to Emma

| Brian Kendrick | Honestly, a little touch like that would have made all the difference..

Biting down onto cookie, specifically around the neck so he could bite the head off, he peered down at the open, fresh cavity where the cookie's skull used to be

| Brian Kendrick | But that is a nice touch using strawberry jam for his blood. Taste's like his blood too. Just..don't ask. I've had waaay too many matches with him.

| Emma | Try the next one, try the next one!

Lifting a brow, Brian leaned forward and lifted another up another dish. It was a whole turkey with trunks in that matched CM Punk's.

| Brian Kendrick | Every single one of these meals are some kind of homage to CM Punk's death, aren't they?

Emma's head bobbed up and down

| Brian Kendrick | If you REALLY wanted to impress me you would have shoved Punk into an actual oven and cooked him for me. I can't say I would have ate him, 'cause that's a boundary I'm not ready to cross yet, but I definitely would have fed him to a dog or something. C'mon. Would have been easy. You're a wrestler. That has a pulse. That's a girl. That works in the same company as him. He would have been all over you. I mean, if he hasn't already. I hate him with a passion but the man knows his way around a woman.

| Emma | Didn't think of that..

The clumsy, bubbly Diva bit down on one of her fingers in regret.

| Brian Kendrick | I see what you're trying to do. Symbolism. I'm all about symbolism especially when it involves the murder of CM Punk. But..

He strolled over to Emma after rising from his seat and gently stroked her cheek. Which left her awestruck and giddy, even from the slightest interaction.

| Brian Kendrick | ..symbolism and cookies aren't going to help me beat him. That Path to Glory title is important. It's my golden ticket. I need to keep it so I can bide my time and use when the moment's right. If he gets his greasy, straight edge hands all over it, that puts a major wrench into my non-existent plan. I want to cash it in on some poor sap at their moment of weakness and watch them squirm. If I can't get past Punk, that's not going to happen. Understand?

| Emma | I do..

| Brian Kendrick | We both know what it needs to be done to take one another out. I just have to do it before he does it to me. I've rolled around in his head more than a few times so I know exactly what it's going to take. Speaking of taking. Do you know what I hate taking? The GTS. Ever been hit with one? IT'S A LOT LIKE THIS.

Without giving her much time to react, Kendrick hoisted Emma up onto his shoulder and connected with Punk's signature Go To Sleep on her. Not as smooth or as fluid but effective enough. He was ready to shout for some Rosebud's to come drag her away but something caught his attention. Although it clearly hurt her, her hands were over her nose, Emma was giggling away. Pained giggles, but giggles nonetheless. This left the perpetrator completely mystified. Gazing down at her for a long moment, he slowly began to smile. For unknown reasons, his seemed to strike a chord with him.

| Brian Kendrick | Let's have a chat..

Helping the shaky young woman to her feet, Kendrick placed an arm around her and allowed the blonde to lean against him as he began to walk off with her. [/size][/font]

[Juan Ramirez]

What Kendrick is doing with Emma has me literally on the edge of my seat!I enjoyed this a lot!

[Holly]

Been a crazy few days and been sick so just now getting around to in-depth reading but I wanted you to know I absolutely LOVE the imagery you create! The way you describe things I can actually see them clearly in my mind. Really enjoyed this!