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Post by haydensikh on Jul 4, 2013 15:28:29 GMT -4
Hayden is in the GX Shop arguing with the sales assistant.
Hayden: What do you mean you have no Hayden tag team title tees. Not only am I winning the title again tonight, but I've been champ before.
Could you suggest to your superiors that you get some printed. Quickly
The sales assistant is flustered and tries to calm Hayden down.
Sales Assistant: We have a really good new Thoren Black shirt you can wear. I know how much you like him Mr. Sikh. I enjoy your fights and
think you shown Thoren the respect he deserves. Sir.
Hayden's face turns red and he lets out a primordial scream. He picks up his horse and throws it over the counter, in the process smashing into a rack of replica
title belts which all fall to the floor making a tremendous noise.
Hayden: THOREN THIS THOREN THAT. He was nothing without me. NOTHING. He used me for a title shot and took all the glory. It was my title
shot. MINE!.
He grabs his horse, sits on it and scoots out of the room, unaware that the horse has a tag belt around its torso.
As Hayden scoots towards the locker room he passes Moica Tweed who notices the belt and doesn't miss the chance for a quick interview. She believes Hayden
has stolen the belt fro KPPK
Monica: You look confident Hayden. It seems you already have the belt!
Hayden: Indeed Monica. The belt is as good as mine.
Monica: Are you not concerned the rightful owners will come looking for you backstage while you're alone?
Hayden looks confused by the question. He coughs bravely a couple of times but is not sure why.
Hayden: Let them try Monica. Let them try. I do not give away my belts lightly and it will be firmly back around MY waist soon enough.
In the background the sales assistant can be seen pointing at Hayden.
Sales Assistant: It was him officer. He's the one!
A police officer strolls up to Hayden and taps him on the shoulder.
Policeman: I'm afraid you're going to have to come along with me sir. You can't go around stealing title belts you know.
He motions to the belt on the horse.
Hayden's head drops to look at his feet. He sighs.
Hayden: It was an accident
The policeman nods his head.
Policeman: Yes sir, and we have it on record that you intend to put it around your waist sir. Now come along.
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