Pink Slip Match: Wolf vs Tyler vs Strikeout

[Mr. Mischoff]

You three RP here.

Match Notes: Steve Wolf vs Trevor Tyler vs Strikeout

If you AWOL you're FIRED.

[strikeout]

(We enter a small local baseball stadium and sitting on the pitcher mound is Strikeout. His head is down as he speaks.)

Strikeout: Well here we go Pay Per View week, and I find myself with my career on the line. I'm facing Trevor "I show Up when I want to" Tyler, and Steve Wolf, a man rumored to of been a former referee? What?

(Strikeout picks up the Rosin Bag)

Strikeout: Like this Rosin Bag as you hit it powder escapes never to be seen again. This could be my career in USPW. And it should be the case for Tyler & Wolf. Tyler mostly. This dumb ass had a chance to earn a TV Title shot and failed to even make it to the arena. Sure I also made that mistake, but I had nothing to fight for but another mediocre paycheck.

(He tosses down the rosin bag)

Strikeout: But WrestleFest is different. I'm fighting for my job, my life, my very existence.

(Strikeout stands up and starts walking towards homeplate)

Strikeout: Wolf, Tyler you boys best be ready. Because at WrestleFest someones gonna get hit with The Strike Zone, and I'm leaving with a win and my job!

(Fade to black)

[Trevor Tyler]

Trevor Tyler: You're fucking kidding me?!

I stood there, as angry as I had ever been. At Wrestlefest, I was to be scheduled in a pink slip match. This meant my career was on the line.

Trevor Tyler: Tell me how this happened!

My agent trembled as he answered. He had a complete look of fear on his face.

Agent:Well...you didn't show up for your last match. They had to cancel the match. Fans were booing.

Trevor Tyler:You're right. I should've showed up. That was completely unprofessional of me. Go and tell the management that I apologize and get me an interviewer. Move!

He ran out of the room, leaving a puddle of sweat behind him. Actually, it was probably piss. I chuckled as I sat down waiting for my agent to get back with an interviewer.

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(Few minutes later)

My agent entered the room, sweat appearing on his face, but with an interviewer, nonetheless. The interviewer behind him was Paul Kelly, who worked for USPW.

Agent:Trevor, I got one. I got you an interviewer.

Paul walked up to me and extended his hand. I slowly, but surely, shook it. He smiled at me as he began to talk.

Kelly:You wanted an interview?

Trevor:Yeah, I did. Just wanted to get a few things off my chest. You mind?

Kelly:Nope, not at all. Shall we start?

I nodded. He cleared his throat again as he asked me a question.

Kelly:Do you want to flat out talk or...?

Trevor:Just interview me and that's it.

Kelly:Ok.

He started up the camera he had brought with himself and stood in front of it, microphone to his lips. I stood out of view.

Kelly:Ladies and gentleman, USPW superstar, Trevor Tyler.

I then popped up into view, smiling.

Kelly:Now, Trevor, this week you are in a pink slip match, meaning that if you lose, you will lose your job. Thoughts?

Trevor:I am pissed off! I never thought that I would be in this predicament! When I came here, I came here to be the best. This was not what I had planned to happen! This-

I thought to myself for a second. I was pissed.

Trevor:You know what? Fuck these fans! I don't need them! And...I PROMISE that WHEN I win, I will create a path of destruction!

I pushed Paul out of the way as I walked out of my locker room, my agent following right behind. I was done. I had snapped.