That's not your style man, hate to tell you.
Really? I think I look pretty good, isn't this the style?
Oh it's the style alright, i'm just not sure if it's the one for band geeks or people who shop exclusively from the clearance rack, but it's the style.
Ha ha, very funny. Come on man, my salary isn't exactly the best, cut me just a little bit of slack.
You do remember who your employer is right?
Oh...yea....sorry...
You know, forget the clothes, you have enough of them anyway. Speaking of Style, aren't I fighting that one guy this week? Matt Styles?
Yea, Matt Styles. He's this real big up and coming superstar that everybody predicts will someday be the World Heavyweight Champion of the XWA. You know, I have to agree, he certainly is a very talented....
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. Remember who you're managing man? Me. Damn dude, this guy is 0-3! 0-3! Hell, people can say all they want about Matt Styles, about how he has such great potential and will be a superstar "one day." Well that doesn't mean anything. They said Joey Harrington was the next great quarterback in the NFL, and what has he done other than suck? How about Ryan Leaf? Hell, Carlos Pena, all of those flops. Potential means jack diddly unless they actually do something.
You're being a little hard on the kid don't you think?
*Jefford scratches his chin momentarily and shakes his head no. He sits back down on the bench and picks up the magazine. Dixson goes back into the changing room, then reemerges in a new ensemble. This time a bright yellow Old Navy shit, and a pair of basic Old Navy blue jeans.*
How about this?
Yellow?
Yeah man, yellow, what's wrong with yellow?
Asking what's wrong with yellow is like asking what's wrong with Matt Styles.
What's wrong with Matt Styles?
What's NOT wrong with Matt Styles?
Huh?
You've seen him since we got here man, you've seen him lose in the ring, and be the loser he is outside of it. The guy is all talk and no action. I've seen his promo videos, i've seen the way he acts backstage. He thinks he's hot stuff, he's heard every single idiot in this company call him the future of wrestling. The janitor, the wrestlers, the announcers, and that idiot Chris Wall.
Sounds to me like you're a little bit jealous of Matt Styles, or are my ears just deceiving me?
Me? Jealous of him? Why on God's green earth would I be jealous of that chump Matt Styles?
Oh I don't know, maybe because you think you should be garnering the majority of the attention? Hell man, you talk all the time about you having the fattest contract, having a private locker room, masseuse, mini bar, whatever, but maybe you're jealous because guys are high on Styles and not so high on you?
Ridiculous, you know, you're really making no sense, and you haven't been since my name went on the dotted line of my big deal with XWA. Like you said, i'm the one with all the luxuries, he isn't, there's no need to be jealous. As for him getting attention, I don't give a damn quite frankly, I know i'm better than him, i've been a champion everywhere, he's a punk kid, don't you ever forget that.
*Greg rolls his eyes and goes back into the changing room. Jefford sits back down and lifts the magazine. "I'm not jealous, me? Hell no, this is a punk and i'm the veteran. I'm better than him damnit." Dixson comes out from the changing room in his regular clothes. He hands the Old Navy clothes back to the hot girl. Chris gets up and follows him back into the main store. They walk over to the t shirts, Dixson begins searching through them.*
So man, you going to win at Breakdown or what?
*Dixson takes a shirt off the rack. It has a Hawaiian type appeal, only problem is that Dixson is white. He looks at it and looks at the price tag.*
Well Greg, like that shirt you have on, let's just say that Matt, will be out of Style come Breakdown.
*Greg puts the shirt back, and they both head off into the jeans.*