Sellout

[Juan Ramirez]

The scene opened up backstage, where Ryan Reeves, otherwise known as The Ryback paced rather impatiently around his locker room... Already dressed in a steel blue airbrushed singlet and black boots, a towel draped over his head... He muttered to himself as he walked back and forth, over and over again. A knock on the door interrupted his pacing, he walked towards the door, swinging it open.

Ryback: WHAT!

His words clearly startled Michael Cole, who took a tiny step back as he stood by the doorway.

Michael Cole: We... we... I was told to interview you... We had an appointment.

Ryback: Yeah? I show to appointments whenever I feel like.

Michael Cole: You seem... Disturbed.

Ryback: DISTURBED? You're smarter than you look. You bet your ass I'm pissed off!

Michael Cole: May I ask why?

Ryan scoffed.

Ryback: You wouldn't understand.

Michael Cole: How about we do the interview then?

Ryback: FINE! I'LL TELL YOU! You see, when I first came in here I noticed something. And that was a bunch of short-rounds hogging up the spotlight. Ambrose? Rollins? Punk? Miz? DiBiase? That videogame obsessed kid Trent? Even Wes Ikeda who used to be the boss.. Bunch of wimps with noodle arms. DO THEY EVEN LIFT?!?!?!!! Now... I've read my history and throughout ages, wimpy men have tried to vanish bigger, stronger men and "survival of the fittest" from the face of earth... That's no mystery... Napoleon did it, Wes Ikeda does it... Even you Michael Cole?

Michael Cole: Me?

Ryback: Yes! You! Where was the last time you saw a big guy interviewing people?

Michael Cole: I've never...

Ryback: My point exactly! You hippopotamus-critic?

Michael Cole: You mean hipocrite?

Ryback: You said it in Engish English, I said it in American English but you got the idea. Anyway, I was told I had a match against some guy named Daniel Rodimer. At first I was glad I would finally had some kind of physical competition... Given the amount of lightweights I've been fed since I arrived. So I sit down and begin watching this Rodimer guy and what do I find? Some big guy, strong and powerful looking, playing second fiddle to some bearded idiot?!?!?!?!!!

Michael Cole: I assume you're talking about Brains and Brawn?

Ryback: Brains and Braun? HA! HA! HA! Who would name their team after a toothbrush brand?

Michael Cole knew it was useless to correct the big guy on his mistake.

Ryback: So, I find out that guy capable of pretty much ripping every single opponent in half is being some weakling's b###h just really got on my nerves! Why would Daniel Rodimer step so low as to be enslaved by someone much more weaker?

Michael Cole: Slave? I believe the word you're looking for is partners.

Ryback shook his head.

Ryback: The word I'm looking for is SELLOUT. Daniel Rodimer could have defeated anyone he wanted with no help, he could go to Chris Jericho and punch him in the ass...

"Punch him in the ass?" Michael Cole's face said it all.

Ryback: And demand a world title shot! But NO! Instead he chose to be someone's Jockey!

Michael Cole: You mean Lackey?

Ryback: Point being: If I hate something more than an abusive wimp who tries to impose over stronger men with money, good looks or intelligence... Is a big guy who willingly becomes part of that game.

Michael Cole: I'm pretty sure that's not the case...

Ryback: Let me ask you something... What do you think Daniel Rodimer is doing right now?

Michael Cole: Probably with Damien Sandow, preparing his match.

Ryback: Exactly. Can't he do that on his own? Do you see preparing my match with Plato, or Socrates? huge EBWF fans by the way.

The sole fact he could pronounce those names right was already remarkable.

Ryback: No! you see me lifting, you see me cutting carbs, you see me jogging, you see me skipping that GOD AWFUL leg day! Because everything I've done in this business I have done it with my bare hands!

Michael Cole: Don't take this personally, but what have you done in this business?

Ryback: For once I stopped people calling me Skip Sheffield. So HAH! If Daniel Rodimer wants to be treated like a puny common man, so be it. I will make sure these meathooks tenderize him just like they have done to every single excuse of a wrestler that has crossed my path... FEED... ME ...SELLOUTS!

Ryback roared into the camera and walked out of his locker room, pushing Cole aside as the scene faded to black.