A little hard work.

**CrisiS** Mon Jul 06, 2009 2:54 pm

[b]CrisiS walks backstage holding his title.

John Stravolta walks towards him.

Stravolta: Hello Champ! Nice to meet you.

CrisiS: Who are you?

Stravolta: I am John Stravolta, executive assistant.

CrisiS: Alright, hello. Excuse me, I have to go.

Stravolta: Wait, Champ. I have a message for you.

CrisiS: A message?

Stravolta: Yes, from the General Manager, James Hetfield.

CrisiS: I know who is the GM.

Stravolta: Yes, I'm sure you know. By the way, he needs your help.

CrisiS: My help? Hetfield needs my help?

Stravolta: Yes smart guy. If you keep interrupt me we will stay here all the night.

CrisiS shows a grimace.

Stravolta: Listen, the General Manager needs to be sure that you are in form for your match this saturday. So he asks you to train a little.

CrisiS: I don't have problem with that.

Stravolta: Great! And considering that you always want to help with the show, we need that you help with all the stuff backstage.

CrisiS: What? Are you kidding me?

Stravolta: Well, there are a lot of boxes to move, lights to change, dressing rooms to clean. See where you can help.

CrisiS: That isn't my job!

Stravolta: Ok, I see. If you don't do this, your match of this saturday will be cancelled.

CrisiS grabs Stravolta.

CrisiS: You rat!

Stravolta: Hey! I am only the messenger! Keep out your hands of me. You better start now.