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Topic Started: Feb 24 2007, 12:31 AM (173 Views)
Mike Ryba
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~His match is coming in closer, and Ryba sits in his locker room on the bench, his head against the wall. He is in his wrestling gear. Black tights with tribal designs down the leg. He is shirtless, sitting there with his hair wet as if he just walked out of the shower. His eyes are closed, as next to him are his prescribed pills and bottle of water. He opens his eyes as he reaches over and takes a pill, placing it in his mouth, following it up with the water. He sighs as he stands up and looks around the locker room~

Ryba: ...he may actually have cameras in this room. Staring at my bundled up package of Almond Joy!

~Ryba shrugs as he walks over to his locker. He opens it up and looks at a picture~

Ryba: Be with me tonight alright. Get me one step closer to healing..

~Ryba touches the picture and closes the locker door, resting his head on it as a knock on the locker room door sounds~

Ryba: I DON'T WANT ANY BUTTERFINGERS!
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Amaya was walking backwards trying to drag a big box into the arena. SHe was huffing and puffing realizeing that she packed it so heavy. She strained with it and and her heels tilts send her crashing backwards against the door. The door flew open and Amaya now laid ploped on the floor...

Amaya: [Muttering] Mutherfucker!.....

She turned and saw Ryba frowing at her.

Amaya: Oh my bad....
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Mike Ryba
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~Ryba raised a brow at Amaya and then the box she was dragging~

Ryba: You know...key to moving things is pack what you can carry, and make many trips before you hurt yourself.

~Ryba points his finger to the ground~

Ryba: Or end up busting your ass.
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Amaya frowned as she pushed herself off the floor. She wiped thedust of her rear and smirked at him.

Amaya: Yeah well it was my freakin' heels damn things....

She took her shoes off and and threw them in the box.

Amaya: Since you look so prepared over there to lift a nigga and slam him....mind helping me lift this shit to my office?
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~Ryba let out a sigh. But he had nothing better to do. He walked over to the box and lifts it up. He looked to Amaya as if something was wrong with her, the box being light. But it was light to him for a reason~

Ryba: Lead the way.
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Amaya: Dont be giving me that look Hercules! That fucking shit is heavy man.

She walked in front of him, down the hall.

Amaya: So you anxios bout your match?
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Ryba: Anxious to win..yes.

~Ryba followed her, carrying the box as they make the turns~

Ryba: There is no way I am going to lose to him...
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Amaya: [She chuckled] I bet...you seemed real fired up about it.

She finally reached her down and fumbled in her purse for the keys.

Amaya: You just....gonna...knock him out cold huh?
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Ryba: That seems like a rhetorical question..

~Ryba sees she has stopped, as does he~

Ryba: But yeah, I am going to knock him out.
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Amaya: And that's part of the reason I picked you to be in my group. You got that mentality.

Amaya opened the door and the freezingac blew out smacking the both of them. She flipped the switch and moved out of the way as Ryba walked in with her box.
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~Ryba placed the box down and walked towards the door~

Ryba: Well, regardless of who picked me, would have me going into those finals. Whether it is London or Dark, it isn't stopping me. Not now...not ever.
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Amaya put her hand on her hip and frowned. Was he getting crunk with her? Maybe it was just the whole ordel with his cousin that he was acting this way.

Amaya: Boy you been hanging out with a lot of black folks?....or are you just in a crunk mood tonight.
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Ryba: Crunk mood?

~Ryba shakes his head as he just looks at her~

Ryba: Just the truth, nothing more too it.
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Amaya let her hand down. Maybe she was feeling guilty. She was just in a bitchy mood. She felt a slight embaress because now her attitude made her look crazy.

Amaya: Well you know what I mean....[Rolls her eyes as she thinks] Well regardless I think your going to do great. Heard from Mercer that ya'll determine to make the finals...which is going to be good.
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Julian passes by Amaya and Ryba. However, he doesn't look like himself. He has a black beater on, with a pair of black and white workout pants on. A set of swimming goggles rests on his forehead. Around his neck he is carrying a candy tray. It is filled with Snickers, Reese's Peanut Buttercups, Butterfingers, and other assorted candies. In his right hand he carries a 2 liter bottle of Mountain Dew. He sees Amaya and Ryba and backtracks to them.

Julian: "Hey guys, I know I'm TOTALLY not wanted here, but I was wondering.... would you like to buy some candy?"

Ryba looks at Julian like he was ready to kill him.

Julian: "Wait, wait... how about some porn?"

He slides his left hand into his pocket and pulls out a VHS tape.

Amaya stares at Julian. Ryba looks about ready to smack Julian upside the head. Julian lets out a giggle.

Julian: "Nevermind..."

Julian runs off giggling, with Ryba and Amaya just watching him.
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