---Post-Match Anger---

[The scene opens right after Rhyno’s loss against Seth Rollins. The man-beast is backstage, visibly disappointed with his own performance. He passes by a great number of wrestlers and divas, but decides not to look at any of them. He approaches a stagehand, and turns the guy around to face him.]

Rhyno: Where’s Christian?

Stagehand: He...uh... left, I think. Yeah, he received a phone call and had to leave abruptly.

Rhyno: Are you kidding me?

Stagehand: Sorry, sir.

[Rhyno began seething, he got mad. He didn’t like being stood up, not even by his best friend. The scene faded to black, with Rhyno seething in anger.]




--- Back Home ---

[Christian was arriving to his home in Tampa, Florida, where his fiancée, Denise Reso lives. He parked his Red 2010 Dodge Charger on the driveway, and received a phone call from a “Rhyno”. Christian knew that answering that phone call would send a lot of screaming and ager his way, but he had to do it... After all, he did ditch him, during his match.]

Christian Hello?

Rhyno: Hey! Remember the guy you ditched during his match? Well, that guy’s pissed!

Christian: I get it, but I had to leave it was an emergency...

Rhyno: What happened?

Christian: Mr. Meowgi is dying; doctors say he won’t make it past tomorrow... Denise really likes the cat, she called me crying, and telling me to come home. I explained to the upper ranks why I had to leave early, and they understood. I wasn’t doing anything there anyways so...

Rhyno: Great. Ditched by a cat and a chick!

Christian: You watch the way you talk about my future wife! And Meowgi wasn’t just a cat; she’s been in the family ever since that thing with Trish and Edge, man... It’s sad to see her go like this; even Denise’s cat has been moping all day, from what she told me.

Rhyno: You know what... Have fun with your dying cat, and your boring future wife. I’ll be where the fun is, with EBWF roster, on the road.

[Rhyno hung up, and Christian just shrugged his shoulders and stepped away from his vehicle. He pulled his keys out from the pocket of his black Levi’s, and entered his home; His fiancée, a very beautiful light-skinned blonde woman, might I add, was sitting on the couch, wearing a white tank top, and normal blue jeans and had big bags under her blue eyes, being naturally German, she switches from her native language to English very quickly.]

Denise: Guten Tag, Liebling

Christian: Hey, how are you holding up?

Denise: It’s been rough on me... But it’s more comforting now that you’re here, my dear. My own cat, Liara, she’s been crying too, maybe it’s from seeing me cry, or she just realizes Meowgi isn’t going to stick around for long...

Christian: We’ll get through this, okay, honey?

Denise: Yes... Thank you for coming home, it really means a lot that you come home for something that others might think of as pointless or stupid. I love you, William, I really do...

Christian: Of course I did, you had to stay home because of him, but I wasn’t going to let you stay here alone... I love you too, Denise, and we’re in this together. Also, call me Jay... William was my father’s name, meine liebe.

[Christian’s attempt to cheer up Denise paid off; he got a chuckle from her, which was all he was looking for.]





--- Promo Time ---

[The day of the Warfare where the team of Christian and Rhyno would get a shot at the Tag Team Championships had arrived. They’d have to take on the team of Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins. But first, they’d have to learn how not to get in each other’s nerves. To say they were a bit peeved would be an understatement. However, they wanted to put all that behind them, and get on with their lives. They stood backstage, in their ring gear, alongside Matt Striker.]

Matt Striker: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with an exclusive for EBWF.net, an interview with the number one contenders for the Tag Team Championship, that’s right, the team of veterans, Christian and Rhyno. Guys, neither of you won your singles matches against Seth or Dean...

Christian: I knew all that sweet talk was just setting up a big old let-down...

Rhyno: What’s your point, Mattie?

Matt Striker: My point is if you can’t win your singles matches, then how are you expecting to win a tag team match?

Rhyno: Wow man... That was hard... Right in the feels, bro. I can’t believe how a good guy like you would say a thing like that. Listen, Mattie, those single matches were nothing... They were worthless, pointless, and all-out stupid. I get that the upper ranks wanted to give the fans a sample of what’s to come... But when I’m in the ring, you never know what’s to come... One second I might be running the ropes, and the next...

Christian: The next, I’m behind you hitting the Killswitch for the win. There is a line that differs what the fans want to see, from what the fans DON’T want to see. On the “want to see” pile, you’ve got: Ken Anderson going mute; Wes Ikeda back in EBWF Television; and Christian and Rhyno as Tag Team champions.

Rhyno: On the “DON’T want to see” pile, you’ve got: Hulk Hogan in any way, shape or form; that other company from Stamford, Connecticut; And Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose as Tag Team Champions.

Matt Striker: You always deliver the talk... Will you able to deliver the win, after the match?

Rhyno: I should gore the hell out of you right now, Mattie... But I’ll let you walk away...

[Matt very quickly runs away, before Rhyno makes due on his promise. Christian grabs the mic and faces the camera, side by side with Rhyno.]

Christian: Kids, let’s be honest... You had your lucky breaks, you faced us one on one, and won. But here’s newsflash, in case you didn’t know... Single matches aren’t the same as tag team matches. You’ll find that out the hard way, when my buddy here decides to gore your stomach out through your mouth. Neither him, nor I are in any good mood to go easy, or make little jokes. We will get in the ring, kick both your asses and get out.

Rhyno: Well... I might jump back in for one last Gore.

Christian: Because that’s... How we roll.

[The scene faded to black ending the segment.]