No Games

[Cat]

R-Truth was found backstage and he seemed to be having a very in-depth conversation with his hands. He muttered to himself and just seemed to be babbling on and on. The camera panned backwards to reveal that he was sitting in his locker room. His one way conversation as JTG entered the room, pushing Todd Grisham along with him. The interviewer straightened out his suit and looked offended at the treatment he was getting.

Todd Grisham: You could have just asked for interview time.

JTG: We shouldn't have to find you for interview time. You should be findin' us. You're look at your next Tag Team Champions!

Truth lifted his head up and grinned ever so slightly.

R-Truth: And that's the truth.

Truth paused and studied Grisham for a few moments. He shook his head and motioned for Grisham to leave.

R-Truth: No. Not him.

JTG: He's a spider. I hate spiders.

JTG gave a shrug and forcefully shoved Grisham from the room as quickly as he had drug him in.

JTG: Get your spider ass out of here!

JTG turned to Truth and smacked his palms on the table he was sitting at it.

JTG: Listen to me, man. All this Conspiracy and Little Jimmy stuff? You need to put it aside. We got three other tag teams we've got to beat tonight. And it's in a TLC match. We can't mess around. No games.

It was always difficult to read Truth's emotions since he wasn't really quite right in the head.

R-Truth: I don't play games. Ever. This is serious. Those tag team titles serve a greater purpose. And I want to acquire them for that very reason.

JTG: Whatever, whatever, whatever. If it gets us a win and it motivates you then do it!

R-Truth: However, we have no one to interview us. The last one was a spider. I don't want to risk having another infestation. I've found someone else to do this.

JTG: And who would that be, man?

Truth reached from under the table and sat a puppet on the table. It looked very much like a miniature 50 Cent. All thugged out and what not. JTG removed his sunglasses and slowly mouthed "what the fuck?"

JTG: You're serious?

R-Truth: I told you. I don't play games.

Puppet: Here I am with JTG and R-Truth. One of the three teams that will compete in a TLC match at Aftermath. The Tag Team Titles are on the line and all three teams are very hungry.

JTG took a step backwards as the puppet spoke. It's mouth didn't move but Truth also wasn't manipulating it at all.

JTG: For real? Your lips didn't even move. And that puppet sounds like Barry White.

The voice of the puppet was ridiculously deep.

R-Truth: Everything is not as it seems. You need to look deeper.

JTG: Just....do this interview so I can never think about this again.

Puppet: JTG, what is your opinion on your six opponents? Tonight. Live on pay per view.

JTG still looked on in both confusion and almost horror before shaking his head.

JTG: What do I think? What does Brooklyn's Finest think? What does Mr-Young-Fly-And-Flashy THINK? think we're about to have some new champions! And I hope Trent Baretta's bitch ass thinks this is Super Mario or some other whack EXPLETIVE and dives off a ladder and straight through the arena floor. I don't like that little greasy haired ho. Only chick I've ever seen him hang out with looks like she's eleven. We need to get some Chris Hansen action in his place, ya dig?

Puppet: I also find it highly suspect. You dig.

Truth nodded with everything that had been said and leaned back in his chair with his arms folded.

JTG: And his partner? Zack Ryder? He's a nobody, man. Just fake-tan and hair gel. Cat looks like The Situation if that dude got hit by a bus. And when I'm done with him he's going to feel like he had. I don't like him either. I ain't ever seen him with a chick either. No surprise. He needs to learn from ya boy. I got a black belt in bitches. Nah, you know what? Forget that. I ain't helpin' Zack Ryder do EXPLETIVE. I don't like him either. Ol' ENDLESS STREAM OF EXPLETIVE'S lookin' ass.

Puppet: Eloquent.

Truth was convincingly drinking a bottled water when the puppet spoke.

Puppet: What about Hawkins and Reks?

JTG: Hawkins and Reks?! Dude's look like they homeless! What? They ain't got no swag? They ain't got no ice? I guess bein' Kane's lackies don't pay so well. I bet those two enjoy capturing butterflies and keeping them in hot pink jar's with heart and snail designs on them. Mother EXPLETIVE.

Puppet: I'll have to look into that. What are your feelings towards The Queen's Men? They've been able to hold onto those titles for some time now and ended the careers of the men who formerly held them.

JTG: Queen's Men?! I don't care about no Queen, MAN! She's just an old lady in a silly hat. And I don't care about Sheamus and Wade either. Deport them cats and send them back to wherever they came from. England and Ireland don't have tables, ladders or chairs so they're gonna be completely lost. Big ass punk ginger and his little ugly British buddy. They would get SHOT on my block, talkin' with those accents.

Puppet: So you are suggesting that yourself and R-Truth will be crowned new Tag Team Champions? That you will contribute to the floundering division and make it worth watching once more?

JTG: CHEA!

Puppet: Little Jimmy is here. He is all. He is watching. He is everything. None shall stop his unquenchable thirst for--

Having heard enough of the puppet's sass talk, Truth gripped it's head tightly and twisted it off. He stood from his seat and looked at the puppet's decapitated remains.

R-Truth: The Conspiracy is becoming deeper. The time is drawing near. We must not fail.

Truth left the room and once again began having a conversation with himself. JTG sighed and looked as though he hated himself for choosing him as a partner.