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Dean Rose · (04-01-2021)

Dean is back on the tourbus, doing his usual.
His usual being walking around in circles, pulling his hair and punching a mini fridge.
Sarah is clinging on to Dean, asking him to calm down.
Tim is using his amazing cinematography skills by shakily holding a camera and laughing.

"I just dont get it, I DONT GET IT."
"Please, babe, calm down."
"How can i be calm when im against Big Preesh, he's a tornado of slime, sweat and obesity."
"Just chill out and talk some shit about him, it'd be funny."
"Nah, some cunt backstage told me to do something artsy or something."
"Thats not very YOU."
"I KNOW!"

We hear a loud, shrieking sound of a car horn.
The camera pans to the drivers seat of the bus, Sarah is attempting to drive, shes furious.

"In less than a fucking week, Dean, in less than a week IM SICK OF YOUR SHIT!"
"The fuck you talking about, im passionate."
"The fuck does that mean, you say that my breath stinks." "It does.""And you used my tampons as ear plugs so you didnt have to listen to my 'woman thoughts'."
"Well i'm sorry that youre the most boring bitch since the last white chick i dated.
Now get out the drivers seat, woman."
"OHhhHHh fuuuuck you, Dean."
"I wish you would!"

Sarah slams on the accelerator, sending the bus into an ultra speed of 60.
After a few seconds, Sarah swerves the bus off the road, who knows if it was on purpose or not.
The bus "elegantly" drifts onto the pavement, nearly killing all the Glaswegian neds roaming the streets.
The bus crashes into a building, sending piles of rubble crashing down on top of the bus.

"I told ya woman couldnt drive."
"I dont get payed enou-."
"SHUT UP!!!!!!"

The gang piles out of the bus one by one.
Dean is still holding the internet title though, and Sarah is still holding the freestyle belt.

"You know what? im not a wrestler, im an actor.
You can take your belt and shove it."
Sarah throws the freestyle belt on the floor, she then stamps on it.
"Fuck your shitty wrestling."
"Holy shit!"
"Baby come on, i'll make it up to you."
"How? how will you make it up to me?"
"Baby, i'll prove i love you."
"Hahaha."
"How?"

Dean stands for a minute, entrenched in deep thought.
Suddenly, a light bulb goes on in his head and he snaps his fingers.

"YOU!"
"huh?"
"I'll prove i love you.
In my match against Big Preesh.
If i lose, you leave me.
If i win, you see that i care."
"Hmmm, I dont know."
"Nah, trust me babe."

"THIS IS THE GLASGOW PD, STEP OUT FROM BEHIND THE TOURBUS WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"

Multiple police cars surround the bus crash.

"Fuck."

We cut to the gang in the back of a police car,Dean in the middle.

"How do we get out of this one?"
"Sarah, how rich is your husband?"
"Me and him are both millionaires."
"Wow me too.
OFFICER, HOW MUCH IS OUR BAIL FINNA BE?"
"I dunno, you know you have to go to court?"
"How much do YOU cost."
"Free for you, baby."
"No, i meant like, to let us go."
"Ohhh, hmmm, your girls credit card."
"Sarah give him your card."
"No you fucking idiot!"
"SARAH IM NOT ASKING, IM TELLING"

Fists begin to fly as the scene cuts to black.
When we return the gang is in the tourbus, but Dean and Sarah are considerably more angry.

"I cant fucking believe you."
"Quiet."
"You spend MINE and FREDDY'S credit card on bailing us out of jail.!"
"You told the officer Freddy's card details, not me."

*Awkward silence*

"Soooo... any more words on Big Preesh?"
"Oh yeah, forgot about that.
He's a fat fuck that screams his own name like a

pokemon.
The fat fuck wears a disgusting boiler suit thing that's drowned in semen, vomit, snot and literal human shit.
Vinnie, Theo, after i kick his ass do me a favour and check him into an asylum, or send him to Owl-Man or something.
Anyway i have business to attend to, some guys wanna meet me backstage, dunno what that's about."

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