Popcorn for two

The scene opens up right outside Braxton’s personal locker room moments before his match. RWF correspondent Cameron Miller knocks on the door in hopes to get a word with Braxton since no one has seen or heard from Braxton since the card was announced.
After a few moments pass by Braxton opens the door in nothing but a towel. Cameron is in shock.

Braxton: Well aren’t you early.

Miller: Early? Mr. Car..

Braxton interrupts her.

Braxton: You can call me Daddy, or Big Papi, something like that. Just play with it a bit, but look your way early, and I still have to do my match so you can come on and do whatever it is you do to get ready for what we are going to do.

Miller is completely confused.

Miller: I think you have me confused with someone else. I’m here to ask you a few questions about your match that is just moments away.

Now Braxton looks confused.

Braxton: Wait you aint Cinnamon

Miller: Cinnamon? No I’m RWF correspondent Cameron Miller.

Braxton: Damn it! I knew it was to good to be true. Last time they sent me a fat chick that smelled like stale cigs and baby puke. Yuck!

Miller again confused

Miller: I have no idea what you’re talking about I’m to ask you a few questions about your match tonight against The Feared that you are obviously no where near ready for.

Braxton catches Miller checking him out.

Braxton: Hey eyes up here. ~Braxton motions to his face from his abs~ Do you know who my partner is?

Miller: Yeah Asylum

Braxton eyes widen at the name.

Braxton: That’s right Asylum. Most people don’t know Asylum because the people that do know him normally end up dead. Now I’m going to save you some time.I know what questions you’re going to ask so hear it goes. ~talking like a ditsy girl~ What are your thoughts on tonight match up and how do you feel about being paired with Asylum?

Miller: Was that suposs…

Braxton sushes her mid sentence.

Braxton: Candice I’m going to answer your second question first.

Miller: It’s Cameron and I haven’t even asked a question yet.

Braxton: Damn it Candice stop interrupting me. You are messing groove.

Miller: It’s Cameron!

Braxton: That’s what I said, now on to your questions, I got the call from my manager. He said Braxton you’ll never guess who they tagged you with. I said who? He said Asylum. I hung up.

Braxton pauses as Cameron is trying hard to stay focused at the task at hand and not Braxton’s body.

Braxton: I hung up and I locked myself away all week. Why? Because I was scared. Scared for my life. Asylum does not play. I once saw Asylum choke out a grizzly bear with his bare hands.

Miller: Really?

Braxton: Hell no I was just making sure you were paying attention. My eyes are up here.

Miller blushes a bit.

Braxton: At first I really was scared, I thought about calling Chris and asking for a match change. Actually I try to call Chris and get a match change, but the weirdest thing happened. My phone wouldn’t let me. It just stared chanting, that’s right my phone was chanting, you are safe! Which scared me even more, but then I thought about it.

Braxton reaches in his locker room and pulls out a trash bag full of popcorn and shows it to the camera.

Braxton: I’m safe! All I got to do is do what I do best.

Braxton eats a handful of popcorn.

Miller: And what’s that?

Braxton: Can’t you see I’m eating? Now as I was saying, do what I do best, and that is look damn good.

Braxton gets a cheap pop out of the women in the crowd.

Braxton: These abs, these guns, this face are in no worry. You see I got bag of popcorn big enough for two! ~ winks at Miller~ So I’ll be the guy at ringside drinking beer and eating while my new best friend Asylum hands out one ugly ass beating. The fans win because they get to see my face and Asylum take out the waste! Tell me can you feel it?

Miller: Feel what?

Braxton: The little tingle building in toes, the annoying itch on your noes, and the funky smell under your arm pits! All courtesy of yours truly, the one and only, Sensation! Oh I know you feel and soon you will all feel the tingle!

Braxton pauses and sniffs the air. His face becomes distraught.

Braxton: You smell that?

Cameron slowly tries to cover up her armpits.

Miller: I don’t smell anything.

Braxton sniff the air again. His face even more distraught

Braxton: Stale cigs and baby puke! I have to go!

Braxton quickly tries to shut the door.

Miller: Wait! What about The feared?

Braxton: The what?

Miller: The people you’re facing.

Braxton: Chuckle chuckle.

Braxton closes the door. Cameron Miller removes her hands from her armpits and goes in for the smell when Braxton opens the door to grab his name plate from the door.

Braxton: Were you just going to sniff your armpits.

Miller gets embarrassed.

Miller: No I was, I was..
Just then a shout can be heard from down the hall.

Fat Lady: Braxy poo!

The camera pans to she the most hideous fat woman you can think of running down the hall towards Braxton with her arms wide open. Braxton’s face goes sad as he mumbles

Braxton: Son of a bitch.

The scene ends