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| The scene is Los Angeles, California ::Snake Eyes is outside his apartment in LA looking for his car. His ankle is still taped up and he is limping slightly. He finds his Lambourghini and gets in it. He looks at the road map in the glove compartment:: Snake Eyes: What? North Carolina? That was close to where I just was! Why'd I fly back over here? Dangitt. This bites, I guess I'll just drive over there. Might as well stop at the Hard Rock Cafe in St. Louis. ::Snake Eyes finds this a good idea and drives all the way down to St. Louis (The camera makes this seem quicker than it really was). Snake Eyes jumps out of his car. He still limps, even after the long drive:: Snake Eyes: Stupid piece of crap 'Dead End'. What kind of move is that? That's not original, that's bull hockey. Then again, he calls himself the One and Only, so I guess originality is too much to be expected from him. Well, he'll learn the consequences soon enough. ::Snake Eyes walks in the Hard Rock Cafe and waits to be seated, he does:: Waitress: What would you like to drink this afternoon? ::Snake Eyes thoughts drift off for a moment, she looks familiar. But not much:: Waitress: Sir? Snake Eyes: Oh umm, sorry? What now? ::The waitress sighs:: Waitress: What would you like to drink? Anything? Snake Eyes: How 'bout a soda? Waitress: What type of soda do you want? ::Just a hint of agitation shines through the last comment from the waitress:: Snake Eyes: Oh, yeah. I'd like a Coke please. Waitress: Alright... I'll be by with that in a little while. ::Snake Eyes thanks her and he sits back for a while and just thinks. Nothing in particular, just everything. The waitress comes by again with his drink:: Waitress: Would you like to order? ::Snake Eyes realizes he hasn't looked at the menu:: Snake Eyes: Oh, I'll just start off with a salad. With italian dressing please. ::The waitress smiles politely:: Waitress: Is that all? Snake Eyes: For now yes. Maybe I'll order something later. ::The waitress leaves and Snake Eyes sits back and looks at his menu more. He finds what he wants:: ::Snake Eyes is now in 4 walls padded up. He's stuck in a straitjacket. Sitting next to him is...:: Martin Swift: Heeeey! What's up Snake Eyes?!? ::Snake Eyes realizes where he is, he's in the nut house. The asylum, sharing a room with the crazy president Martin Swift. Snake Eyes begins running against the padded walls. He can't get free:: ::Snake Eyes comes back to reality, and people materialize around him. They're staring strangely at Snake Eyes. He looks back:: Snake Eyes: Oh, ummm, sorry. Just dozed off for a minute. ::People stop staring at him and the waitress comes back around. The scene fades out, but it fades back in:: Raleigh, North Carolina Snake Eyes: SO this is Raleigh? I thought it would be better than this. ::He drives over to the Marriot hotel. He checks in and goes to his room. # 215. He gets in and lounges on his bed. He turns on the television:: Now for a short promo with "The One and Only" James Edwards ::Snake Eyes watches it all, and soon gets annoyed. The promo finishes, and there's a knock on the door. He answers it:: Simon Marsh: Hey Snake Eyes! Do you want to do a response promo to James Edwards ::Snake Eyes grumbles for a moment:: Snake Eyes: Okay. Fine. In three, two, one! Snake Eyes: James, you talk about coming out of Mind Games with a win? Well, that just isn't going to happen. You don't just say you're going to win against Snake Eyes. You have to prove yourself. And honestly, attacking someone behind their back isn't quite proving yourself. ::Snake Eyes smiles:: Snake Eyes: Your parents left you? I'm not saying that it doesn't suck, but honestly, I'd probably leave you by yourself too. If you were my kid, that is. But that's just me. ::Snake Eyes points at the camera, and then stops:: Snake Eyes: You say I haven't seen anything yet. And I must say, truer words have never been spoken. I haven't seen anything from you. You just sit around and sob about how much you SUCK! And sir, you've rolled the dice, and they obviously haven't been rolled in your favor. Fade to Black... |
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