Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2015 16:32:51 GMT
On his private jet back home, feeling sore and annoyed following Tijuana Takeout, Hayden Sensation was applying an ice pack to his neck, staring indignantly at his personal assistant who was reading a book. She looks back over, shrugging her shoulders, not knowing what to say. Enraged, Hayden throws the ice pack across the cabin leaving her startled.
"Oh my god, what do you want?"
"Well how about some sympathy if it's not too much to ask. What the hell's a matter with you. Then maybe giving me your sincerest apologies."
"What grievance have I committed? I keep telling you, I'm not responsible for anything that happens in your wrestling matches. I stay as far away as possible. Like most of the activities you seem to enjoy, I find it stupid and incredibly dangerous."
"I'm the one that just got crushed by a fat Mexican, don't insult me by telling me these things like I don't already know. How dare you disparage my noble profession. All my great achievements, most of which are obviously later to come... For your information, it was a Chicken Scramble. I almost won the whole thing by hiding inside a giant egg. Anything about that sound stupid to you?"
"Sorry."
"Better not, genius more like it."
"You're right, clearly I have no idea what I'm talking about."
With furrowed eyebrows Hayden closely inspects her facial expression, trying to detect any sarcasm.
"My thoughts exactly. In future save your breath because I don't care for opinions. I'm irate that no matter how insane the circumstances my first ever title reign was over in a matter of moments. Why was there no chopper standing by to extract the new Scramble Champion to safety before any of the filthy interlopers could rob me of making headlines?"
"Had I a helicopter waiting in the parking lot, you still would have to make it out of the building first to escape."
An irritated frown begins to form, Hayden shoots his PA a glare of disapproval.
"I'm sorry anyway. Even though I couldn't have possibly done anything to help you. Put this one down to bad luck."
"Yeah. You really dropped the ball didn't you?"
She doesn't answer, Hayden shuffles about, trying to get comfortable despite his soreness.
"Just give me my cold thing back."
She fumbles around, finding the ice pack and handing it over.
"Still planning on spending the night out once we return to L.A?"
"I'm too depressed. Body aches, I just want to relax. Maybe I'll get a massage. Need time to replenish my energy, come back at Pollomania hard in two weeks when the show comes to California. My second chance to make an impact. Show these bozos what I'm capable of. You know what it's going to be?"
Hayden reclines, resting the ice pack over his shoulders.
"Don't you, Emily?"
"I'm sure you're about to tell me?"
She continues reading as she answers, barely listening.
"Sensational."
Emily rolls her eyes.
"Oh my god, what do you want?"
"Well how about some sympathy if it's not too much to ask. What the hell's a matter with you. Then maybe giving me your sincerest apologies."
"What grievance have I committed? I keep telling you, I'm not responsible for anything that happens in your wrestling matches. I stay as far away as possible. Like most of the activities you seem to enjoy, I find it stupid and incredibly dangerous."
"I'm the one that just got crushed by a fat Mexican, don't insult me by telling me these things like I don't already know. How dare you disparage my noble profession. All my great achievements, most of which are obviously later to come... For your information, it was a Chicken Scramble. I almost won the whole thing by hiding inside a giant egg. Anything about that sound stupid to you?"
"Sorry."
"Better not, genius more like it."
"You're right, clearly I have no idea what I'm talking about."
With furrowed eyebrows Hayden closely inspects her facial expression, trying to detect any sarcasm.
"My thoughts exactly. In future save your breath because I don't care for opinions. I'm irate that no matter how insane the circumstances my first ever title reign was over in a matter of moments. Why was there no chopper standing by to extract the new Scramble Champion to safety before any of the filthy interlopers could rob me of making headlines?"
"Had I a helicopter waiting in the parking lot, you still would have to make it out of the building first to escape."
An irritated frown begins to form, Hayden shoots his PA a glare of disapproval.
"I'm sorry anyway. Even though I couldn't have possibly done anything to help you. Put this one down to bad luck."
"Yeah. You really dropped the ball didn't you?"
She doesn't answer, Hayden shuffles about, trying to get comfortable despite his soreness.
"Just give me my cold thing back."
She fumbles around, finding the ice pack and handing it over.
"Still planning on spending the night out once we return to L.A?"
"I'm too depressed. Body aches, I just want to relax. Maybe I'll get a massage. Need time to replenish my energy, come back at Pollomania hard in two weeks when the show comes to California. My second chance to make an impact. Show these bozos what I'm capable of. You know what it's going to be?"
Hayden reclines, resting the ice pack over his shoulders.
"Don't you, Emily?"
"I'm sure you're about to tell me?"
She continues reading as she answers, barely listening.
"Sensational."
Emily rolls her eyes.