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EcKo
[[The scene opens backstage where Ric Thunder is pacing around in “The Pain’s” locker-room. He looks as if he hasn’t slept for days. He grabs his head as he continues pacing back-and-forth. Suddenly, EcKo walks into the locker-room. Ric stops his pacing, and stares blankly at EcKo. EcKo sets his black duffle-bag, and Heavyweight Title on the leather couch by the door, and stands by the couch staring at Ric with concern.]]
EcKo“Dude... I haven't seen you for days! I heard about Christy, dawg. I'm so sorry, man!”
Ric Thunder“...You know... I just don't know what I did to get this kind of treatment. You know… this is the second time this has happened to me. I will not stop until I get Christy! And whatever price it is... I will pay it!”
EcKo“I understand that, dawg. Really... I do! And whatever that price is that you have to pay... I sure as hell hope it isn't turning your back on me, and betraying me! Because I'll let you know one thing right now... if I win Friday on RAW... I will gladly give-up this title to those who have taken Christy. 'Cuz this title does mean a lot to me. But it's not worth having to see my partner, I mean... my friend... miserable, sick, and being on the brink of insanity. Wondering if his girl is hurt, or if she's alright. I'm not sure what those sick f*cks want with a major title from a wrestling federation. It serves them no distinct purpose! But, if that's what it's gonna' take to get Christy back. Then, by God... I'll do it!"
[[Ric relaxes a little.]]
Ric Thunder“You would do that? I mean I don't think whoever did it wants the title, but if it does mean giving the title away...you would pay that price? You would give up the title that shows how much you work hard and the pain you went through to get it?”
EcKo“Dude... this title..." *EcKo lifts the title up to shoulder height* "...this is nothing but a material possession! I mean, sure... it signifies me as the #1 wrestler in the BWF. But... it doesn't take away what I have accomplished! So, if giving this title up to see my friend happy again... it's well worth it. Just tell me something... and look me straight in the eyes when you do it. This isn't some bull-sh*t act to get the title back, is it? Are you planning on causing the biggest upset in wrestling history, and betraying your once enemy, now best friend?"
[[EcKo looks at Ric with nothing but seriousness across his face.]]
Ric Thunder“You think I want to team with Trish Stratus? I am doing this to get Christy back. I am not thinking about turning on anyone, even you. I am just trying to figure out who in the hell kidnap Christy and when I do find out....god help them.”
EcKo“Good. But, yo... how do you know that Trish isn't behind all of this? Look at the facts, Ric. One... Trish hates Christy with a passion. Two... Trish has been playin' mind games with Christy since day one! And, three... Trish could be trying to get ratings up for BWF. And she doesn't care who she has to harm physically, or mentally."
Ric Thunder“I know that, but I have no proof and I can't go and point fingers at her when she is also trying to help me. I just have to wait and see what happens but I have a feeling it's one of the wrestlers in the BWF. I just know it but who? See that's hard for me to figure that out.”
EcKo“Well... what about your brother? Mr. "I Need My Ass Kicked”… Have you thought about him? He hasn't seemed to care about you since day one! He walks around, thinkin' his sh*t don't stink. Nobody really pays attention to him when he's on the air. And when he comes on, the fans at home probably turn the channel. So this would give him the perfect chance to make a name for himself."
Ric Thunder“ Who Stevie or John?” *laughs* “I know a lot of new guys are appearing out of nowhere and I don't know if they are it.”
EcKo“Well… they all sound cocky, over confident, and beggin' for an ass-whoopin'... but... I don't think they're balsy enough to kidnap Ric Thunder's girlfriend!"
Ric Thunder“You know....I think I know one person that might have done this… and it has to be Ben Goodman! He knocked Christy to the ground and I put him through a table. I know he wants revenge for what I did.”
EcKo“That is a possibility. But, he knows what I did to him in his first match, when the BWF re-opened its doors. He would've had to think about what an insane Ric Thunder would do to him if Ric found out it was him who took Christy. Ben is a dip-shit. But... I honestly doubt he's that stupid!"
Ric Thunder“The way I look at it. You got to be crazy to pull something like this and expect to get away. This time I am going to make sure it never happens again.”
EcKo“I hear ya' dude. Come on... you need to get away for awhile. Let's go grab a bite to eat while we're here in the A.T.L. But, yo... before we leave... be sure to have a pen with ya'. The Atlanta fans can't get enough of us! Ya' gotta' know they'll be wantin' autographs! Maybe that'll cheer ya' up. Whudda' ya say?"
Ric Thunder“Sure, I haven't eaten in a while and I need to get some fresh air.” *laughs* “But… I’ve already got a pen, so I'm all set!”
EcKo“Heh! Heh! Alright, dawg! After you, man..."
[[Ric Thunder opens the locker-room door, and exits. EcKo grabs his Heavyweight Title, secures it tight around his right shoulder, then walks out of the locker-room, shutting the door behind him. The scene fades to black as the door closes slowly behind him.]]
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