We ain't playin' football, son (Ravage rp #2)

WWX's newest backstage interviewer, Amber Ardis is standing infront of a video screen that is anchored between two connecting metal tower props with the XHW emblazed onto the 32 inch flatscreen in the middle. She purses her ruby red painted lips and twirls that long brunette hair around her fingers when she finally realizes they're on the air. Amber bats her long eye lashes and flashes those sultry light green eyes at the camera with a warm smile.

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Amber: "What's up all you stars and studs? I'm Amber Ardis, the latest, greatest and best looking WWX reporter here and joining me at this time is AAAAHH!!"

[Amber shrieks as a colorful donkey pinata Wearing a Raiders Jersey drops into view as it hangs from a noose rope. A smiling face cut out of Matty Fredrickson is attached, complete with a golden grill.  Ruthless Russ Riker walks into view wearing all black attire. Denim jeans, long sleeve button down, black boots with red trim and a devilish grin completes the ensemble.]

Amber:  "Oh em gee! What in the world is this??"

[She says with a cackling giggle]

Riker "I see you've met one of my opponents for tomorrow night. Just look at this mouthy little illiterate juvenile delinquent all blinged out looking all hip and dope and cool and fly. Gotta say, he looks much smaller in person."

**THWACK!!**

[Ruthless Russ Riker swings violently decapitating the stuffed papier-mâché figure, candy gushes out from the now severed pinata head.]

Amber "Oooh! Tootsie rolls, my favorite!"

[Amber Ardis drops the microphone and dives into the candy as Riker crouches down to one knee, picking up what is left of the Matty Fredrickson pinata head. He picks up the fallen microphone and looks into the camera with a twisted smile, slowly standing upright.]

Riker "funny thing, i was listening to the boob tube earlier, catching up on WWX television when i heard Matty hurling some of his 3rd grade level insults at me, which explains his education, or lack there of. Apparently the little twit can graffiti a wall but can't read a simple format for a match card. As YOU and the rest of the world may have noticed, Matty is booked in a dark match with yours truely, the Mauler of Mississippi as well as a tag match later in the evening. Shane Billz teaming with me and that dumb Texas hick, Damien Price will be taking up space in your corner. The two combined share half a brain, yet you make your jokes about my age Matty..The way i see it, i'm just marvelously mature. So color me an old goat Matty boy but it's obvious to me and all these fans who the Jack@$$ is."

[Ruthless Russ Riker dangles the decapitated remains of the Fredrickson penata emphasising the point of this demonstration. Amber enters into the picture once again, chewing away on a tootsie roll.]

Amber "Do you have any concerns about facing Matty twice on Ravage? "

Riker "Does this look like a concerned face to you?!"

[The mississippi Mauler glares into the camera with a menacing scowl.]

Riker "Little Matty seems more wrapped up in being a football fan, for a terrible team at that, than a REAL wrassler. He can take that Raider Nation and stick it where the sun don't shine. We all know raiders fans are nothing but A-holes anyways. The kid's gotta be one taco short of a combination plate if he thinks i'm going to let him put a loss on my record. Fredrickson is just another road block for me to run through and on the Ravage Super Show, i'm going to do just that. My eyes are on the prize and it's only a matter of time before gold comes home to daddy."

Amber "I didn't know you were a father? Congratulations!!"

[Ruthless Russ Riker shoots a "did you eat paint chips as a kid?" stare in Amber Ardis direction who looks back with a blank expression and then smile. Riker's music begins to play through the sound system, giving his que.]

Amber "Any last thoughts?"


Riker "yeah, this."

[Ruthless Russ Riker dropped the Matty penata head and stomps it flat with the heel of his cowboy boot before walking out of the camera's view.]

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