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Post by haydensikh on May 16, 2013 9:12:06 GMT -4
Hayden is sat in the Locker Room talking to his horse. Both he and the horse are wearing Thoren Black T-Shirts.
Hayden: So he's going to need help tonight and...
Hayden's manager, Underbaker, enters the room.
Underbaker: You think Thoren needs help?
Hayden starts talking quickly and excitedly
Hayden: If I help him, then he'll want to be my friend more and be able to teach me more about how to be so awesome, like he is.
Not that I'm not awesome already, but I mean REALLY awesome like Thoren is. Really Reall...
Underbaker: I get the idea. Here's the thing though. He doesn't need your help. We should just be thankful that he's tagging with you!
Hayden turns red and starts to shout.
Hayden: If he didn't need help, he wouldn't have come to me to win the belts in the first place, he'd have done it by himself! I intend to help him more and more because he obviously needs it.
Underbaker rolls his eyes. Years of such stupidity prevent him getting angry anymore. He is getting a cut of whatever Hayden wins afterall.
Underbaker: Obviously. Well, you must do what you think is right of course!
Hayden: Don't pull that Star Wars crap on me. You know I hate it!
Underbaker: Then, Make it so!
Hayden scowls.
Hayden: I said no more Star Wars crap.
Underbaker rolls his eys again, nods, and leaves the room.ker rolls his eys again, nods, and leaves the room.
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