¤The door to Cyrus’ Office opens and the cameras walk in. Cyrus is sitting at his desk looking at his reflection in his brand new stainless steel clipboard which Kurt Angle got for him for Christmas. He isn’t just looking at his reflection because he enjoys looking at himself, oh no. He’s looking at his reflection so he can pick trash out of his hair from his encounter with the Hardy Boyz a little earlier.¤
Cyrus: Why I oughta’! Aaah!
¤Cyrus yelps in pain as he pulls something sticky out of his hair...¤
Cyrus: GOFF! What is that!? IS THAT GUM!? Oh no! My beautiful locks are ruined forever!
¤Cyrus again tries to pull the gum out of his hair.¤
Cyrus: Aaaah! It won’t come out! I’m ruined!
¤Cyrus smells his fingers...to catch the scent of whatever is in his hair.¤
Cyrus: What is that? Is that...WALLAMELON!?
¤Cyrus smells his fingers some more as his door bursts open making him fall out of his chair startled. Kurt Angle and William Regal run into the office in a panic.¤
Kurt Angle: Are you alright!?
William Regal: We heard your bellowing my dear sir, what is the matter!?
¤Cyrus gets up off the floor and dusts his suit off. Angle and Regal can now see Cyrus’ hair...with the garbage in it. They don’t know what to say.¤
Kurt Angle: I...uh...
William Regal: ...oh dear...
Cyrus: What? Why are you looking at me like that?
¤Both Angle and Regal motion to Cyrus’ hair. Cyrus gets a little embarrassed.¤
Cyrus: Oooh...LOOK WHAT THOSE STUPID HARDY BOYZ DID TO ME! They turned me every way but loose! Then they turned me upside down and dropped me into a trash container!
William Regal: Oh my! What an awful thing to do!
Kurt Angle: Don’t worry Cyrus, our match with them is up next! We’ll take care of them for you!
Cyrus: You better! Look at this! I have GUM in my HAIR! What am I going to do now!?
¤Kurt Angle catches the scent of the watermelon gum in Cyrus’ hair.¤
Kurt Angle: *sniff, sniff* Is that...watermelon I smell?
William Regal: *nudges Angle to keep him quiet* What a dastardly thing to do! Cyrus, you poor, poor man! I’ve heard that peanut butter works wonders. There’s a convenience shop down the road here, we’ll send a runner for you sir! What bloody neanderthals those Hardy Boyz are!
Cyrus: Thank you, William. Good luck to you guys in your match tonight!
Kurt Angle: Thanks!
¤Regal and Angle leave the office with their Tag Titles. Cyrus goes back to work on his hair...pulling wrappers and the occasional straw out of it.¤