Post by Gavin Gyaos on Aug 27, 2007 19:47:26 GMT -5
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
{{The soothing sounds of Dido echoed off the walls of the pearl white room. The whole room seemed incredibly surreal as the flickering flames of scented candles could be seen scattered around the area. Filling the pearl colored room with the scent of vanilla. In the middle of this estrange place was a large bathtub matching the same color as the room. It was filled almost to the very top with the finest mud. A head poked out the top of the mud bath, the man’s face covered with a pure white cream. Even having cucumber slices placed over both eyes. Gavin Gyaos lied there motionless relaxing and feeling confident. Slowly a door began to open but the music drowned out the sound of it opening. Nikki Manx’s black heels clicked across the floor as she started to approach Gavin. Removing her trademark palm treo 700 from a G Styles name brand jeans pocket. But unlike her man she appeared worried and stressed. Nikki clicked the pause button on Gyaos’s iHome cutting off the Dido music. This breaks Gavin’s concentration forcing him to release a large sigh. Manx biting on her index finger approached her client, clearing her throat before speaking to him.}}
Nikki Manx:
Gavin…I know your occupied but…
{{Nikkie paused as Gyaos started to move. Raising both hands out from under the mud, the excess slowly sliding down his arm. Carefully removing each cucumber slice off his eyes then placing him on the bath side. Gavin looked up at his media agent noticing she was wearing XVI’s brand new Infamous By Design tank top for ladies. He breathed in and thus breathed out trying to calm himself before opening his mouth.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Nikki now we both know how difficult our lives can be, I mean c’mon we’re famous. But I thought we had a understanding that you are not to interrupt my…
Nikki Manx:
Yes off course I know but we have a real situation here, Gavin.
{{It wasn’t usual for Nikkie to ever interrupt Gyaos at all. This even took him for a surprise at Manx’s reaction. This must be a problematic situation if it has her acting this way. Gavin raised a eyebrow before lifting himself slightly further out of the mud bath.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Well then what’s the bloody problem?
Nikkie Manx:
It’s that damn walking thrift store, Katie King.
{{Gavin Gyaos’s faced washed over with a look of confusion. The name didn’t seem familiar to him at all. He doesn’t seem to recall it what so ever.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
And who the hell may that be?
Nikkie Manx:
She’s another interviewer.
Gavin Gyaos:
Another interviewer? Damn it. What is this time? E!, Rolling Stone, Sports Illustrated, who?
Nikki Manx:
No, she’s a interview for XVI.
{{Gyaos nodded his head up and down. As he soon remembered the name.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Ah, yet another worthless peon from Xtreme Vicious Intent. Why exactly would she be a problem, now?
Nikki Manx:
She wants to conduct a interview with you, Gavin.
Gavin Gyaos:
Tell her off like you did last time. She has to make a appointment like all the other nobodies.
Nikki Manx:
Well that’s the thing…she did.
Gavin Gyaos:
For When!?
{{Nikkie Manx is forced to pause before she could even attempt to answer the question. Gavin Gyaos was starting to get frustrated.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
For When, Nikki!?
Nikkie Manx:
…Now…
{{Gavin was startled at the response accidentally starting to choke on his own spit. Beginning to cough furiously when suddenly the door busted open again. Entering, “Razzle Dazzle” Katie King with a camera man behind her. She scurried across the white floor, her yellow flowing skirt seemingly trying to catch up with her. Katie stopped next to Gyaos before turning towards the camera. King quickly pressed any wrinkles out her white shirt then just as fast began working on her hair. Removing the long blonde bangs from her face placing them behind the ears. Gavin Gyaos turned to Nikkie Manx staring at her quite angrily. Nikkie was speechless and could only shrug in reaction. Her and Gavin was just as confused at what his beginning to transpire. The fat oily camera operator began to give Katie King a countdown. 3...2...1! Pointing his finger at her giving the cue for action.}}
Katie King:
“Razzle Dazzle” Katie King here with yet another XVI exclusive! Bringing you in the personal spa of wrestling newest celebrity, Gavin Gyaos! Exactly what are you doing here?
{{There was nothing he could do at the moment. Whether he wanted to or not, Gavin was being forced to conduct a interview.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Well before I was rudely interrupted by yourself and this disgusting lackey behind the camera. By the way it’s called a shower and its usual involves the use of soap and shampoo. But turning my attention back to Ms. Invasion of Privacy, what am I doing? Not obvious enough? Do you know what it takes to look this freakin’ amazing constantly? I need to at least once a week spend a full hour in this mud bath cleansing my body. And the coco butter helps to open and clean my pores. If I am to continue playing the roles of characters between the ages of 21 and 28 it is absolutely necessary. More importantly these looks must be perfect every week when I continue to get my hand raised in victory. I can’t be feared and envied by if there’s a black head on my face. That’s just unacceptable. As for the Dido you may have heard playing earlier. It helps to soothe the soul, so there that’s what I am doing here, okay? Now if you can please oh I don’t know…speed this up. I need to get back to my rest and relaxation or my aura will never be in sync for this Monday.
{{Katie didn’t really expect such a in depth answer for that. But it was obvious that Gavin Gyaos was being incredibly hostile towards this whole interview. King had waited forever for this and she wasn’t going to quit because Gyaos was preoccupied.}}
Katie King:
Right…so at the American Dream. Though you didn’t have a match, the impact you made that night is still being felt throughout the entirety of XVI. Attacking the newly crowned Next Generation Champion, Justin Evans with this mystery man Leon Raymer. Laying out the champ and announcing the formation of Infamous by Design. Who is this Raymer? And why Evans?
{{Gavin laughed at the question, the memory of that running through his head at this very moment. It was more than obvious that was one of the proudest moments of his wrestling career thus far in Xtreme Vicious Intent.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Leon Raymer to sum it all up is the epitome of the American Dream. The true image of what a rags to riches story indeed looks like. Leon before knowing me was another teen statistic, living on the streets getting scraps of money here and there. Working dead end jobs for bosses to stupid to see greatness. But not me, I saw the potential. Knowing that Raymer was worth more than the hand life had dealt him. So I decided to throw him a Ace. He flourished under my tutelage exactly as I had estimated. Leon Raymer has what we call the “It” factor in this business. Have you seen that man? The truthiness about it is he just oozes awesomeness. Raymer has the charisma, style, and the talent to…no…will succeed alongside myself in Infamous By Design. No this isn’t the ranting of a boastful superstar. These are indeed without a shadow of a doubt the facts. Just the facts.
{{Gyaos sunk deeper into the mud as he started to contemplate Katie’s follow up question. Again the images of him and Raymer laying out Justin Evans played over in his head. Causing Gavin to crack a rather large million dollar smile under his coca butter face cream.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Why Evans? Isn’t that the obvious and forgive the witty pun, The Answer. Justin seemed to suffer of not being able to keep the past right where it belongs, in the past. I have no reason to remind of that, Katie do I? If my memory serves me Justin Evans took you out to diner at what was it a McDonalds or Burger King? Maybe a Wendy something that could fit within his very tight budget. What did he do during that date of yours…whine and complain. Gavin cheated this…fill in bitching…he stole that…continuation of bitching…I should of won…end bitching. Is that the payback he spoke about? He’s going to beat me up inside with depressing sob stories. A emotional thug, that’s just what the world needs. Justin Evans should have listened to the old saying let sleeping dogs lie. Well congratulations you’ve woken the dog up and he’s foaming at the mouth. So put together that bleeding heart because here’s your last chance to write those false wrongs. But honestly Katie why must we continue on about this pasty face hood rat and move on to the real heart of the matter.
{{Razzle Dazzle understood exactly what Gavin Gyaos was hinting on about it. The Dynasty wasn’t his problem at this moment. Focus was being places all on their upcoming opponents, Serafin.}}
Katie King:
Well, Gavin this Monday marks the debut of Infamous by Design but you guys could already be hitting a break wall it seems. Your scheduled to face maybe the most dominant faction in Xtreme Vicious Intent’s history, Jordan Glass and Ticker, Serafin.
{{As Katie continues on about Serafin’s so called “dominance” it only forces Gavin Gyaos to release a loud obnoxious yawn. Obviously, Gavin wasn’t impressed by anything King was going on about his newest pair of rivals.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! Serafin most dominant force in XVI? They was and remember “was” is the word of day children brought to you by me Gavin Gyaos. After American Dream can you honestly still believe them to be? This Serafin is only a mere shell of their former selves. Their collapse at the recent PPV is could be compared to that of the Yankees against Boston in 2004. They should just listen to all that depressing poetry they write and just do us all a favor and swallow a bullet. But if they do then AFI will have another reason to keep making songs. And believe me when I say this AFI is terrible, terrible band. So we are still cursed to bare witness to those pale white skinned, long black bang having, eye liner using, and…you know what? Nikki could continue on with this, my mouth is beginning to become dry.
{{Nikki nodded using her pointer to navigate through her palm pilot.}}
Nikki Manx:
Off course, Gavin. Eye liner using, abortion supporting, hybrid driving, tree hugging, environment caring, government hating, tight jean wearing, wrist band having, black nail polishing, bleeding heart liberals…was that everything?
{{Katie King and the man behind the camera stared at each other for the longest time. Not believing what Gavin and Nikki had just got done saying. Was that even allowed to be aired? The censors may have a field day with this interview.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
But enough with looking at them as a whole. Lets take a look at the individual parts of this slowly dieing work of machinery. Ticker, enough of this pitiful sob story already. You’re a bigger one hit wonder than those guys who wrote Safety Dance. You’ve enjoyed a short reign as our Next Generation Champion. Got some publicity, a skank around your arm, and a decent cult following. But talk about a fall from grace. When it finally came time for you to prove that your indeed the real deal, Ticker you managed to fall flat on your pitiful face. And you lost! What are you planning on doing about it…quitting! Your giving up! Ticker, you hit one bump in the road and you think the journey is over. What kind a man are you!? But now Ticker has the whole world letting him cry on their soldiers. I thought no one would be able to top Justin Evan’s weeping but you’ve taken the cake. It’s a shame your last match with Jordan Glass will have to be in losing effort. I know your going to go out their and put on a show for your little fans wearing those Green Day shirts. Putting everything on the line to make this night special…but that’s just it. You’ve got nothing to even put on the line. It’s a decent bluff but I know when to fold. The poor and weak never have anything to put on the line.
{{Gavin repositioned himself in the mud bath. The mud made a low gurgle as Gyaos decided to make himself more comfortable before continuing. Looking through his coco butter face mask at the camera, Gavin Gyaos continued on about the other member of Serafin still need addressing.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
And how about that co-World Champion of ours? Everyone these days just seem to love, Jordan Glass. What’s that catchy phrase the writers wrote for him…because we all know he didn’t think of it. Wink, wink, nudge, and all that. I believe it goes needles prick, knives cut, but glass scars. Jordan I understand that in your disturbed and twisted mind of yours that you need a release from everything. If that means scarring yourself with shards of objects to release all that hatred and the world’s pressure to make life seem better. But not me so your arsenal at home this week. C’mon when your Gavin Gyaos life can’t get any better. The parties, awards, endorsements, is there any reason to go on? Glass may scar, Jordan but money talks. So turn that frown upside down, don’t get mad but get glad, or just smile for once in your life. Who knows maybe if you had more of a positive outlook on life you would be forced to call yourself a co-champion. What does that prove? Being a co-World Champion. Your obviously not the better man here in XVI or that “co” wouldn’t be existent. It’s time to step aside Jordan, you’ve had your chance at glory. Just as David Calaz and Ticker, you too managed to fail. There is a new movement sweeping through XVI and that’s Infamous by Design. We have the talent, looks, money, women, everything! How can Serafin even possibly compete? You guys had your moment and held the reigns to Xtreme Vicious Intent. But come Monday, Serafin you will have two choices. Hand those reigns over like good dogs or me and Leon will be forced to take them from you. So, Glass…Are You Ready? Yeah I took your catchphrase. But that’s just how I roll!
{{Cameraman motioned to cut. This interview appeared to be finally over or so did the camera worker and Katie King thought. They began making their way to the door when Nikkie furiously began tapping her heel on the floor getting the twos attention.}}
Nikki Manx:
Excuse me!? Where do you your going!? Turn that camera back on this isn’t over yet…
{{The cameraman looked stunned but listened to orders for some reason. Maybe it was fear that caused him to do it but he did. Camera operator focused again on the coco butter covered face of Gavin Gyaos so that he may finish.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
…It’s Good To Be Gyaos.
{{Katie and the camera worker both sighed realizing how ridiculous this whole ordeal has just been. The camera was once again turned off. King and her associate opened the door and exited. Leaving only Nikki Manx and Gavin Gyaos alone once more. Manx looking down on the floor shaking her head back and forth. Gyaos on the other hand sunk back deeper into his exfoliating mud bath. Closed his eyes getting back to his needed rest and relaxation.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Nikkie if you could…before you leave.
Nikki Manx:
Yes, Gavin, off course.
{{Nikkie placed the removed slices of cucumber back over Gyaos’s eyes trying her best not get the butter on her fingers. She took a few steps back heading for the door but stopped in front of the iHome. Pressing play as she leaves. Gavin could finally get back to his “me” time as the sounds of Dido once again swept through the room.}}
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
{{The soothing sounds of Dido echoed off the walls of the pearl white room. The whole room seemed incredibly surreal as the flickering flames of scented candles could be seen scattered around the area. Filling the pearl colored room with the scent of vanilla. In the middle of this estrange place was a large bathtub matching the same color as the room. It was filled almost to the very top with the finest mud. A head poked out the top of the mud bath, the man’s face covered with a pure white cream. Even having cucumber slices placed over both eyes. Gavin Gyaos lied there motionless relaxing and feeling confident. Slowly a door began to open but the music drowned out the sound of it opening. Nikki Manx’s black heels clicked across the floor as she started to approach Gavin. Removing her trademark palm treo 700 from a G Styles name brand jeans pocket. But unlike her man she appeared worried and stressed. Nikki clicked the pause button on Gyaos’s iHome cutting off the Dido music. This breaks Gavin’s concentration forcing him to release a large sigh. Manx biting on her index finger approached her client, clearing her throat before speaking to him.}}
Nikki Manx:
Gavin…I know your occupied but…
{{Nikkie paused as Gyaos started to move. Raising both hands out from under the mud, the excess slowly sliding down his arm. Carefully removing each cucumber slice off his eyes then placing him on the bath side. Gavin looked up at his media agent noticing she was wearing XVI’s brand new Infamous By Design tank top for ladies. He breathed in and thus breathed out trying to calm himself before opening his mouth.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Nikki now we both know how difficult our lives can be, I mean c’mon we’re famous. But I thought we had a understanding that you are not to interrupt my…
Nikki Manx:
Yes off course I know but we have a real situation here, Gavin.
{{It wasn’t usual for Nikkie to ever interrupt Gyaos at all. This even took him for a surprise at Manx’s reaction. This must be a problematic situation if it has her acting this way. Gavin raised a eyebrow before lifting himself slightly further out of the mud bath.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Well then what’s the bloody problem?
Nikkie Manx:
It’s that damn walking thrift store, Katie King.
{{Gavin Gyaos’s faced washed over with a look of confusion. The name didn’t seem familiar to him at all. He doesn’t seem to recall it what so ever.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
And who the hell may that be?
Nikkie Manx:
She’s another interviewer.
Gavin Gyaos:
Another interviewer? Damn it. What is this time? E!, Rolling Stone, Sports Illustrated, who?
Nikki Manx:
No, she’s a interview for XVI.
{{Gyaos nodded his head up and down. As he soon remembered the name.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Ah, yet another worthless peon from Xtreme Vicious Intent. Why exactly would she be a problem, now?
Nikki Manx:
She wants to conduct a interview with you, Gavin.
Gavin Gyaos:
Tell her off like you did last time. She has to make a appointment like all the other nobodies.
Nikki Manx:
Well that’s the thing…she did.
Gavin Gyaos:
For When!?
{{Nikkie Manx is forced to pause before she could even attempt to answer the question. Gavin Gyaos was starting to get frustrated.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
For When, Nikki!?
Nikkie Manx:
…Now…
{{Gavin was startled at the response accidentally starting to choke on his own spit. Beginning to cough furiously when suddenly the door busted open again. Entering, “Razzle Dazzle” Katie King with a camera man behind her. She scurried across the white floor, her yellow flowing skirt seemingly trying to catch up with her. Katie stopped next to Gyaos before turning towards the camera. King quickly pressed any wrinkles out her white shirt then just as fast began working on her hair. Removing the long blonde bangs from her face placing them behind the ears. Gavin Gyaos turned to Nikkie Manx staring at her quite angrily. Nikkie was speechless and could only shrug in reaction. Her and Gavin was just as confused at what his beginning to transpire. The fat oily camera operator began to give Katie King a countdown. 3...2...1! Pointing his finger at her giving the cue for action.}}
Katie King:
“Razzle Dazzle” Katie King here with yet another XVI exclusive! Bringing you in the personal spa of wrestling newest celebrity, Gavin Gyaos! Exactly what are you doing here?
{{There was nothing he could do at the moment. Whether he wanted to or not, Gavin was being forced to conduct a interview.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Well before I was rudely interrupted by yourself and this disgusting lackey behind the camera. By the way it’s called a shower and its usual involves the use of soap and shampoo. But turning my attention back to Ms. Invasion of Privacy, what am I doing? Not obvious enough? Do you know what it takes to look this freakin’ amazing constantly? I need to at least once a week spend a full hour in this mud bath cleansing my body. And the coco butter helps to open and clean my pores. If I am to continue playing the roles of characters between the ages of 21 and 28 it is absolutely necessary. More importantly these looks must be perfect every week when I continue to get my hand raised in victory. I can’t be feared and envied by if there’s a black head on my face. That’s just unacceptable. As for the Dido you may have heard playing earlier. It helps to soothe the soul, so there that’s what I am doing here, okay? Now if you can please oh I don’t know…speed this up. I need to get back to my rest and relaxation or my aura will never be in sync for this Monday.
{{Katie didn’t really expect such a in depth answer for that. But it was obvious that Gavin Gyaos was being incredibly hostile towards this whole interview. King had waited forever for this and she wasn’t going to quit because Gyaos was preoccupied.}}
Katie King:
Right…so at the American Dream. Though you didn’t have a match, the impact you made that night is still being felt throughout the entirety of XVI. Attacking the newly crowned Next Generation Champion, Justin Evans with this mystery man Leon Raymer. Laying out the champ and announcing the formation of Infamous by Design. Who is this Raymer? And why Evans?
{{Gavin laughed at the question, the memory of that running through his head at this very moment. It was more than obvious that was one of the proudest moments of his wrestling career thus far in Xtreme Vicious Intent.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Leon Raymer to sum it all up is the epitome of the American Dream. The true image of what a rags to riches story indeed looks like. Leon before knowing me was another teen statistic, living on the streets getting scraps of money here and there. Working dead end jobs for bosses to stupid to see greatness. But not me, I saw the potential. Knowing that Raymer was worth more than the hand life had dealt him. So I decided to throw him a Ace. He flourished under my tutelage exactly as I had estimated. Leon Raymer has what we call the “It” factor in this business. Have you seen that man? The truthiness about it is he just oozes awesomeness. Raymer has the charisma, style, and the talent to…no…will succeed alongside myself in Infamous By Design. No this isn’t the ranting of a boastful superstar. These are indeed without a shadow of a doubt the facts. Just the facts.
{{Gyaos sunk deeper into the mud as he started to contemplate Katie’s follow up question. Again the images of him and Raymer laying out Justin Evans played over in his head. Causing Gavin to crack a rather large million dollar smile under his coca butter face cream.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Why Evans? Isn’t that the obvious and forgive the witty pun, The Answer. Justin seemed to suffer of not being able to keep the past right where it belongs, in the past. I have no reason to remind of that, Katie do I? If my memory serves me Justin Evans took you out to diner at what was it a McDonalds or Burger King? Maybe a Wendy something that could fit within his very tight budget. What did he do during that date of yours…whine and complain. Gavin cheated this…fill in bitching…he stole that…continuation of bitching…I should of won…end bitching. Is that the payback he spoke about? He’s going to beat me up inside with depressing sob stories. A emotional thug, that’s just what the world needs. Justin Evans should have listened to the old saying let sleeping dogs lie. Well congratulations you’ve woken the dog up and he’s foaming at the mouth. So put together that bleeding heart because here’s your last chance to write those false wrongs. But honestly Katie why must we continue on about this pasty face hood rat and move on to the real heart of the matter.
{{Razzle Dazzle understood exactly what Gavin Gyaos was hinting on about it. The Dynasty wasn’t his problem at this moment. Focus was being places all on their upcoming opponents, Serafin.}}
Katie King:
Well, Gavin this Monday marks the debut of Infamous by Design but you guys could already be hitting a break wall it seems. Your scheduled to face maybe the most dominant faction in Xtreme Vicious Intent’s history, Jordan Glass and Ticker, Serafin.
{{As Katie continues on about Serafin’s so called “dominance” it only forces Gavin Gyaos to release a loud obnoxious yawn. Obviously, Gavin wasn’t impressed by anything King was going on about his newest pair of rivals.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! Serafin most dominant force in XVI? They was and remember “was” is the word of day children brought to you by me Gavin Gyaos. After American Dream can you honestly still believe them to be? This Serafin is only a mere shell of their former selves. Their collapse at the recent PPV is could be compared to that of the Yankees against Boston in 2004. They should just listen to all that depressing poetry they write and just do us all a favor and swallow a bullet. But if they do then AFI will have another reason to keep making songs. And believe me when I say this AFI is terrible, terrible band. So we are still cursed to bare witness to those pale white skinned, long black bang having, eye liner using, and…you know what? Nikki could continue on with this, my mouth is beginning to become dry.
{{Nikki nodded using her pointer to navigate through her palm pilot.}}
Nikki Manx:
Off course, Gavin. Eye liner using, abortion supporting, hybrid driving, tree hugging, environment caring, government hating, tight jean wearing, wrist band having, black nail polishing, bleeding heart liberals…was that everything?
{{Katie King and the man behind the camera stared at each other for the longest time. Not believing what Gavin and Nikki had just got done saying. Was that even allowed to be aired? The censors may have a field day with this interview.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
But enough with looking at them as a whole. Lets take a look at the individual parts of this slowly dieing work of machinery. Ticker, enough of this pitiful sob story already. You’re a bigger one hit wonder than those guys who wrote Safety Dance. You’ve enjoyed a short reign as our Next Generation Champion. Got some publicity, a skank around your arm, and a decent cult following. But talk about a fall from grace. When it finally came time for you to prove that your indeed the real deal, Ticker you managed to fall flat on your pitiful face. And you lost! What are you planning on doing about it…quitting! Your giving up! Ticker, you hit one bump in the road and you think the journey is over. What kind a man are you!? But now Ticker has the whole world letting him cry on their soldiers. I thought no one would be able to top Justin Evan’s weeping but you’ve taken the cake. It’s a shame your last match with Jordan Glass will have to be in losing effort. I know your going to go out their and put on a show for your little fans wearing those Green Day shirts. Putting everything on the line to make this night special…but that’s just it. You’ve got nothing to even put on the line. It’s a decent bluff but I know when to fold. The poor and weak never have anything to put on the line.
{{Gavin repositioned himself in the mud bath. The mud made a low gurgle as Gyaos decided to make himself more comfortable before continuing. Looking through his coco butter face mask at the camera, Gavin Gyaos continued on about the other member of Serafin still need addressing.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
And how about that co-World Champion of ours? Everyone these days just seem to love, Jordan Glass. What’s that catchy phrase the writers wrote for him…because we all know he didn’t think of it. Wink, wink, nudge, and all that. I believe it goes needles prick, knives cut, but glass scars. Jordan I understand that in your disturbed and twisted mind of yours that you need a release from everything. If that means scarring yourself with shards of objects to release all that hatred and the world’s pressure to make life seem better. But not me so your arsenal at home this week. C’mon when your Gavin Gyaos life can’t get any better. The parties, awards, endorsements, is there any reason to go on? Glass may scar, Jordan but money talks. So turn that frown upside down, don’t get mad but get glad, or just smile for once in your life. Who knows maybe if you had more of a positive outlook on life you would be forced to call yourself a co-champion. What does that prove? Being a co-World Champion. Your obviously not the better man here in XVI or that “co” wouldn’t be existent. It’s time to step aside Jordan, you’ve had your chance at glory. Just as David Calaz and Ticker, you too managed to fail. There is a new movement sweeping through XVI and that’s Infamous by Design. We have the talent, looks, money, women, everything! How can Serafin even possibly compete? You guys had your moment and held the reigns to Xtreme Vicious Intent. But come Monday, Serafin you will have two choices. Hand those reigns over like good dogs or me and Leon will be forced to take them from you. So, Glass…Are You Ready? Yeah I took your catchphrase. But that’s just how I roll!
{{Cameraman motioned to cut. This interview appeared to be finally over or so did the camera worker and Katie King thought. They began making their way to the door when Nikkie furiously began tapping her heel on the floor getting the twos attention.}}
Nikki Manx:
Excuse me!? Where do you your going!? Turn that camera back on this isn’t over yet…
{{The cameraman looked stunned but listened to orders for some reason. Maybe it was fear that caused him to do it but he did. Camera operator focused again on the coco butter covered face of Gavin Gyaos so that he may finish.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
…It’s Good To Be Gyaos.
{{Katie and the camera worker both sighed realizing how ridiculous this whole ordeal has just been. The camera was once again turned off. King and her associate opened the door and exited. Leaving only Nikki Manx and Gavin Gyaos alone once more. Manx looking down on the floor shaking her head back and forth. Gyaos on the other hand sunk back deeper into his exfoliating mud bath. Closed his eyes getting back to his needed rest and relaxation.}}
Gavin Gyaos:
Nikkie if you could…before you leave.
Nikki Manx:
Yes, Gavin, off course.
{{Nikkie placed the removed slices of cucumber back over Gyaos’s eyes trying her best not get the butter on her fingers. She took a few steps back heading for the door but stopped in front of the iHome. Pressing play as she leaves. Gavin could finally get back to his “me” time as the sounds of Dido once again swept through the room.}}
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
