..SCENE ONE..
//The scene opens outside of a local bar in San Antonio, Texas. Xavier's car has just pulled up into the parking lot and backed into a park. Xavier gets out and opens up the door for Summer.//
Summer Stratus: Awww a gentlemen.
Xavier Homicide: Ha ha ha. Come on. Let's get that beer.
*The two go inside and have a seat in one of the booths with Xavier sitting across from Summer. The waitress walks up the the two of them asking for their order*
Xavier Homicide: Two beers please.
Waitress: Anything for you handsome.
*She gives Xavier a wink as she walks off*
Xavier Homicide: Damn I'm good and I didn't even turn on the Xavier charm.
Summer Stratus: Yea whatever so any ideas for our strategy for this fatal four way match?
Xavier Homicide: Funny you should ask that because I actually do have an idea. My strategy is that we both kick their asses until they just can't take it anymore, and then we kick them some more.
Summer Stratus: Wow how long did it take you to come up with that strategy?
Xavier Homicide: The entire car ride here.
Summer Stratus: Are you serious?
Xavier Homicide: Maybe.....
*Summer gives him a look*
Xavier Homicide: Hey don't give me that look. We both know I'm not the brains. I'm the muscle and I'm the looks......
*Summer gives him another look*
Xavier Homicide: Not that you aren't the looks. Because I'm just just that.....well....let's put it like this you've always been the brains and I haven't.
Summer Stratus: Yea I think we both know that you aren't the brains.
Xavier Homicide: Exactly....but honestly I don't really see anything wrong with my strategy. How hard can it be to kick both of their asses. Either one of us could beat either on of them in one on one competition, so together we should be able to demolish them. If the time wouldn't have run out in the match you would've already beaten Palsied a couple of weeks ago. And probably beaten him to the point that he wouldn't ever show his face anymore. We should be able to make short work of him.
Summer Stratus: Yea you're right.
Xavier Homicide: I'm right?
Summer Stratus: Yea that's what I said. You're right.
Xavier Homicide: I'm just not used to hearing people say that.
Summer Stratus: I wonder why.
Xavier Homicide: And as for Johnny Legend....well I've never heard of Johnny Legend and there's probably a reason for that. I don't see him being that much of a threat just like Palsied. And even if Johnny Legend were any kind of a threat he still wouldn't be able to match up against either one of us, let alone the both of us.
Summer Stratus: It does look like we have this match in the bag.
Xavier Homicide: Exactly. You're one of the best in this company. I've still yet to lose in singles competition. So the question about this match shouldn't be which of the four people involved in this match is going to win. The question should be which of us two is going to win, and as long as just one of us advances everything is going to be okay.
Summer Stratus: But we both know that neither Palsied or Johnny Legend is coming anywhere near that TV title as long as we have anything to say about it.
Xavier Homicide: We both know the TV Championship is going to come down to the two of us. And either way the title comes where it belongs, to PWT. And there's nothing anyone in this match can do about it.
*The waitress brings them their drinks and gives Xavier another wink as she walks off. Summer grabs her beer and holds it in the air*
Summer Stratus: I propose a toast.
Xavier Homicide: A toast to what?
Summer Stratus: A toast to one of us being the new W2K Television Champion.
*Xavier grabs his beer and holds it in the air*
Xavier Homicide: I'll drink to that.
Summer Stratus: You'll drink to anything.
Xavier Homicide: Not true I wouldn't drink to a girl telling me she's pregnant.
Summer Stratus: That's because everyone would be too busy trying to revive.
Xavier Homicide: True, but the fact is that I still wouldn't be drink, no matter what the circumstances are surrounding the fact that I'm not drinking.
Summer Stratus: Whatever....Cheers.
Xavier Homicide: Cheers? The TV show?
Summer Stratus: No not the TV show I mean.....
Xavier Homicide: Don't worry I'm just kidding
*Xavier and Summer both clink their glasses and then they both start drinking and Summer notices something taped to the bottom of Xavier's beer. She peels it off and looks at it*
Xavier Homicide: What is it?
Summer Stratus: Its that waitresses phone number.
*Xavier grabs for the paper but Summer stuffs it down her shirt*
Summer Stratus: You can have the number once you pay me all my money back.
Xavier Homicide: You do realize that I could just go over there and ask her for her number?
Summer Stratus: Yea you could if she didn't just get fired and kicked out of here two minutes ago.
*Xavier turns around and sees the manager of the bar putting up the help wanted sign as the waitress is nowhere in sight*
Xavier Homicide: Oh you're so mean.
//Summer just laughs as the scene fades to black//
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