Kid Ka$h is $money$

 

 

 

 

 

 

::Our scene opens up, and we're just backstage at the NWATNA Asylum. The camera angle is centered on a pair of tanned legs, that were barely covered. At first, all we can see is a pair of shin high silver sparkled boots. We move up, to see the bottom of a black leather skirt (obviously it as a miniskirt) and finally, we see a tight silver sparkled tank top...blonde hair...and the full figure of Stacy Carter. She's not alone, however, as behind her dressed in a pair of black leather pants and a silver button up dress shirt that was unbuttoned, was the man known as Kid Kash. Kash had a typical smug smirk on his face, as Stacy looked around, seeming a little uneasy. Things were calm...well, for now they were at least.::

Stacy Carter: Kid I think we're-

Kid Ka$h: What did you just call me?

Carter: I called you K-

Ka$h: I know what you just called me... I thought we made it clear what you're suppose to call me in public?

Carter: I- I forg-

Ka$h: The only time you've got the right to call me Kid Kash is back at the hotel when I'm slappin' your bitch ass and makin' you like it! What are you suppose to call me?

Carter: Master....

Ka$h: What? I don't think I heard you, bitch...what are you suppose to call me!? *Stacy went to open her mouth, and Kid grabbed her long blonde hair, pulling her head back. She whimpered, and yelled "Stop it!" but he shoved her against the wall with a scowl on his face* Scream it like you mean it, bitch, what are you suppose to call me!? What are you to refer to me as you stupid little slut?!

Carter: Master okay?! Just please....let me go....don't do this here...

::Kash unhanded Stacy, however he still didn't look pleased with her. As they walked toward their designated locker room, Stacy had herself attached to Kid's arm, which is just the way he liked it. To him, Stacy was an armpiece, not a mouthpiece...and she shouldn't open her mouth unless she was spoken to. As they approached the locker room, Stacy slowly let go of Kid's arm, and walked in. Kid followed, and looked around. His lip curled into a smirk.::

Ka$h: You know somethin' Stacy...I think this may be a smart move.

Carter: *From her seat on the sofa.* What do you mean?

Ka$h: There's a few reasons, actually. *Sitting down with her* See...1) I've looked around at the competition this company has to offer, let me tell ya, compared to Kid Ka$h, they're all basically worthless.

Carter: Well, Kid Ka$h is a one of a kind. No wonder.

Ka$h: *Smirking* You're a fast learner, babe. *Kissing her cheek lightly* Reason 2...is that I know I have the goods to beat anyone who comes up against me. Especially now that I know what to expect from this place.

Carter: *Smiling softly* I can't wait to see you in action...

Ka$h: You won't have to wait long, once the TNA officials get a load of Kid Kash, they'll want me right then and there. But reason 3...is because I have the hottest little side kick in this industry.

Carter: Oh don't say that...*blushing* I'm not that special...

Ka$h: Of course you are Stace. *Smirking* Why else do you think I'd bring you for the ride, babe?

Carter: If you say so...*smiling* I'll take your word for it.

Ka$h: Good girl.

::Our scene soon fades, with our pompous hypocrite and his lovely 'side kick' sharing a small endearing kiss. Couldn't you just be sick with the image Kid Kash is trying to project? (As a stern gentleman) We know better....::

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