R.E.S. p-e-c-t. Find out what it means to me

(OOC Shane Billz, wrong title your rp should be posted as Ravage not wwx)

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[WWX's new ditzy backstage reporter, Amber Ardis, is standing before a giant over-sized Ravage banner. The curvaceous brunette wears a skin tight white dress while she leisurely smacks on a piece of chewing gum and blows a perfectly proportionate round bubble for her own enjoyment. She remains seemingly oblivious to the camera and her surroundings, that is until the man dressed in black who is now standing in her shadow reaches around and bursts her bubble, literally. A startled Amber gives a pouty frown as she peels off the sticky gum substance clinging around her pursed ruby red painted lips and as she turns, those beautiful emerald green eyes make contact with the baby blues of Ruthless Russ Riker.]


Amber Ardis "Oh.. hey, i didn't see you there! Want a stick of gum? It's not freedent so you shouldn't chew it unless you want it to stick to your dentures but you can still suck on it, you know, for like flavor."

[The interviewer stares blankly at Riker, fluttering her long eye lashes and flashing a sincere, warming smile. The thoughtless comment receives a scornful glance and a raised brow from Riker. He clasps his hand around the wrist of the interviewer and pulls the microphone close to his muscle-toned chest.]

Riker "I bet that's what all the boys tell you too, right? Here just put it in your mouth and suck on it, you'll like how it tastes."

[The dirty undertone of an insult goes over the interviewers head. Amber stares blankly as if what was heard went in one ear and right out the other. Casually gliding the microphone from her grip, The Mauler shoes her away with a simple hand gesture. she hesitates temporarily as Riker watches her walk off then turns his focus and attention to the camera, more specifically his tag team "partner" this week on Ravage.]


Riker "So this is the 'NEW' Shane Billz? (chuckles) Well this 'newer' 2.0 version it certainly ain't much of an improvement. You see Shane you can take a piece of dog crap and put it in the spotlight but just like you Money Taker, it'll only stink up the place."

[The Mississippi Mauler clutches onto the camera with his free hand, pulling it extremely close to his face.]

Riker "The only place you will ever be a legend is in that empty head of yours, kid. You say that i'm not required in your corner? That you can win it on your own. (smirks) It's time to see if your arse can cash these checks that your mouth are writing. I might tag myself in with a slap across your face or let you fend for yourself while i amuse myself watching you fail. We're gonna see what you're made of on Ravage, you can bank on that."

[Riker drops the micropone and shoves the camera as he walks off.]

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