It was difficult to tell that Ryback had lost his most recent match against Cody Rhodes. He had a confident swagger in his walk as he headed through one of the hallways of the arena. He was dressed in his ring gear as per usual since most normal man clothes couldn't possibly hold such a mountain of muscles. He was soon joined by another huge man in Tensai. The former Japanese idol walked alongside Ryback and shook his head in stern disappointment.
Tensai: Queen Paige is very disappointed.
Ryback scoffed.
Ryback: Is that so?
They were stopped by the presence of the Women's Champion herself as they reached her locker room. The dark haired young woman had a completely expressionless look upon her face. After giving Ryback an icy stare the traces of a small smile appeared on her face. Tensai found his head rammed against the nearest wall, courtesy of Ryback. The force behind it left a large dent in the surface and Tensai crumbled to the floor in a heap. He was blind sided as Ryback began to reign down punches from his curled up fist. Paige leaned down over him once he was motionless and barely conscious.
Paige: I'm terribly sorry, Tensai. I truly am. I just grew tired of having a lovesick puppy follow me around. I want to be surrounded by people who are a little more..hungry. You've outlived your usefulness. Farewell.
She placed a soft kiss on the center of his forehead before disappearing into her locker room. Ryback looked very proud of himself as he stared down at Tensai's hapless body.
- Scene 2 -
After a long afternoon of bullying enhancement talent eating enough to feed four countries..Ryback was ready to give an interview. The camera was zoomed in on his confident smirk before backing away to reveal Michael Cole holding a microphone up to the gorilla like human being. There was a big "Warfare" logo behind them but it was not nearly as big as Ryback, of course.
Michael Cole: I'm here with Ryback who is set to compete in our third match of the evening.
Ryback: Ha. You mean "THE WRECKING MACHINE" Ryback. The Big Guy. Try and get it right next time you little dweeb.
Michael Cole: It's interesting that you use the word "big".
Ryback: Don't you do it.
Ryback began to shake his head back and forth in an almost violent manner.
Michael Cole: Well, you're going to be facing off against a seven foot giant..The BIG SHOW.
Ryback: NO. RYBACK IS THE BIG SHOW! There is no bigger show than me! My girth cannot ignored!
The poor helpless backdrop was yanked down and Ryback began to beat on his chest like King Kong. Michael Cole backed away in terror.
Ryback: The Big Show is not going to look so big when I toss him all over that ring like the sack of CRAP that he is. Do you think that I could possibly be afraid of him, his fist or those sausage links he calls fingers? FAT CHANCE. When I go to the gym I lift more than the Big Show weighs! Without breaking a sweat! Can you even begin to fathom how many hours a week I spend in the gym?!
The fact that someone in the universe existed who was somehow bigger than Ryback was bringing severing disharmony into his life.
Ryback: He won't look so BIG when he's flat on his back. He won't look so BIG when I Shell Shock him RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING. Do you think I can't lift Big Show up for the Shell Shock?! Think again, NERD!
Michael Cole: I don't think anyone is doubting your strength. But Big Show, obviously a very powerful man himsefl.
Ryback's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Ryback: Do you want to die? Do. You. Want. To die?
Michael Cole: N-No, Ryback. I don't want to die.
Ryback: You're lucky you even have a job. Because everyone wants to be interviewed by that blonde chick now. But I don't care about her. Or you. Or Big Show. Because I'm going to treat him like a buffet at Golden Corral and DEMOLISH HIM.
Michael Cole: That sounds very..
Ryback snatched Cole by his tie.
Ryback: Lunch money. Now. Just give it to me. All this talk about beating up fatso's is making me hungry.
Since Michael Cole was a grown man and didn't have lunch money he just gave Ryback his entire wallet.
Ryback: Huh. Sweet. Hit the bricks, lame-a-zoid.
Cole did as he was ordered and Ryback, with wallet in tow, went off to raid the vending machine.
