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Date Posted: 02:39:46 01/02/05 Sun
Author: David Flair & Randi McMahon
Subject: Clearing the Air
In reply to: Ric Flair & Triple H 's message, "Announcing the #1 Contender" on 02:09:44 01/02/05 Sun






~As the feed switches, we catch up with an ANGRY David Flair backstage as he is storming into a locker room, swinging the door open.~ RAAAAANDIIIIIIII!!









~Randi stands to the side and looks up from some paperwork to David with a raised brow.~ I'm right here, jeez David, don't yell at me.


~His eyes are completely narrowed in on her.~ You've got thirty seconds... explain.

Randi: ~putting a hand on her hip, also narrowing her eyes at him~ And don't talk down to me either.

~He moves towards her, slapping her papers out of her hands and to the floor with his eyes wide.~ Dammit Randi! I want answers... and I want them NOW!

Randi: ~She shrinks back a bit, but takes a deep breath and speaks through gritted teeth~ And I'M telling you that until you speak to me civilly, you're not GETTING them.

~He takes a step back, running his hands over his head and takes a deep breath.~ Alright, dear. May you please enlighten me as to just WHY… ~He pauses, taking another deep breath.~ … why you felt the need to convince your uncle to give me the night off. ~Smiles softly, yet sarcastically.~

~She smirks to him, replying in an equally sarcastic tone.~ Thank you, BABY. I made sure you got the night off so you could work on healing your shoulder injury, HUNNY.

David: Well, here's the problem, love. Raw is only once a week, and there are just two of them before the Royal Rumble. So, if you were paying attention, that means I only have TWO weeks before the biggest match of my life, and that means I have twelve non-TV days to get myself ready. That's not too hard to understand now, is it?

Randi: ~juts her jaw, putting a hand on her hip~ EXCEPT that with just two extra nights of work, you could risk making it even worse. THIS way you stand a better chance of getting better BEFORE the biggest match of your life. I had to settle for getting you tonight off to get you better for then, seeing as though Uncle Vince flat out refused to take you out of the Hell in the..... ~she trails off, clearing her throat and looking down, knowing she said too much~

~After a few moments of dead silence, Randi raises her head back up to look at David, eyes wide, knowing what's coming, and she takes a step back slightly.~

~David perks a brow, thinking about what she just said for a moment before he becomes more and more angry, finally exploding.~ You WHAT!! You tried to pull me OUT of the MAIN EVENT? ~He takes a steps back, now pulling at his hair with his eyes closed, letting it all soak in before snapping, grabbing a chair and smashing it against the wall!~ You SELFISH LITTLE BITCH! Do you have ANY idea what you could have done? THIS IS MY DREAM, RANDI! I’ve worked my entire F****** life for this and you wanted to TAKE IT AWAY! ~He takes a step closer to her, looking her dead in the eyes.~ WHAT THE HELL’S THE MATTER WITH YOU?! HUH?!

~She clenches her fist, staring at him as her eyes well up, trying to stand firm but her bottom lip is trembling.~ I'm a selfish little bitch for wanting my boyfriend to come home to me in one piece? I am NOT trying to ruin your career, David, I'm trying to SAVE it. The problem with you is you put way too much importance on ONE night... I believe in you so I believe that if you don't get to leave Royal Rumble as Champ, you'll have another chance. And I want you to be 100% for when you GET the chance, so you CAN win. That's not selfish, David, that's SMART.

David: That’s not smart, it’s selfish. You don’t think I can do it… and I can’t be with someone who’s trying to hold me down. I’m going to win at the Royal Rumble, Randi, just like I WON last week. You may not believe in me, my opponents may write me off as nothing… my father may think I don’t deserve to lace my boots… and the fans… if they don’t believe? They can go straight to hell because I BELIEVE, RANDI... and I’m going to PROVE IT… WITH… or WITHOUT YOU!

~Randi grits her teeth angrily, staring at him.~ What did I just finish TELLING you David?! You know what, FINE, if you're not gonna listen to a damn word I'm saying to you, you JUST do it without me. Sorry but tonight you're stuck nursing your shoulder, and you do whatever the hell you feel is best after that. HOPEFULLY one of these days you'll come to your senses and realize that all I've ever wanted is what's best for you AND your career!

~He stares her down for a moment before speaking.~ Works for me. ~He then turns around and heads out of the room, leaving Randi behind.~

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