Rylie blinked at Josh and Mac. "Right, and I got an A in math.... Wait a minute, that doesn't work anymore. Ooh, Ooh! I got a new one... and Paul loves me."
Kenzie cocked her head to one side, looking at Rylie with a perplexed look. "What the hell are you on about?" Rys only shrugged. "I dunno."
Josh shook his head, undoing his grip from around Mac. "In all honesty hun, we sorta gotta go." Mac gave an over exaggerated mock pout. "Fine... BYE MUFFIN!" Rylie took a step back with a wince. "God Mac, I'm standing right here. But yeah, I should go to, before Paul kittens. Later Joshie-boy... Cupcake." Tossing a packet of sugar towards Mac, Rylie bounded off.
"...well she is in a definite weird mood." Mac commented, with a blink. "What'd she call me? Joshie-Boy?" Josh crossed his arms, arching a brow. "Oh calm down." Mac demanded, grabbing Josh's arm, and pulling him down the hall, once again singing a Beatles song.
~oOo~
"1-2-3-4, I declare a thumb war. You're going down Randy.." Dave commented, Rylie arching a slender brow at Dave and Randy as she re-entered Evolution's locker room. "I'd ask what you're doing, but I'm afraid of the answer."
"1-2-3... Ha! Take that Dave." Randy gloated, leaning back against the couch. "Re-match, Rylie distracted me." Dave stated. "Whoah, if anyone should be distracted by her, it should be me." Orton smirked, leaping up and tackling Rys to the floor. "Am I in hell?" Queried the female, getting a chuckle out of Dave.
"Oh for fuck sakes." Paul hissed as he entered the room. "Would you ki-." Pushing Randy off of her, Rylie stood up, cutting Paul off in mid sentence. "Seriously Paul. You'd think you'd be a little nicer to me... I did infact, save your life. Now if you gonna fucking start with me, why don't we just settle this, like two normal people."
"In the ring?" Dave questioned. "I was gonna say an alley.. but you, know ring works too.. I guess." Rylie blinked. "Let me get this straight, the ring? You want to face me, in the ring?" Paul laughed, though soon façade went stone cold. "You're on little girl. Tomorrow night.. and to make it interesting, a title match."
"....okay, whoah.. I didn't.." Rylie began. "Too scared?" Paul questioned, getting a 'hmmph' from Rylie. "Well then girlie, we're on. Raw, tomorrow night... but now, lets all pretend we like each other, and retain my title."
Kenzie cocked her head to one side, looking at Rylie with a perplexed look. "What the hell are you on about?" Rys only shrugged. "I dunno."
Josh shook his head, undoing his grip from around Mac. "In all honesty hun, we sorta gotta go." Mac gave an over exaggerated mock pout. "Fine... BYE MUFFIN!" Rylie took a step back with a wince. "God Mac, I'm standing right here. But yeah, I should go to, before Paul kittens. Later Joshie-boy... Cupcake." Tossing a packet of sugar towards Mac, Rylie bounded off.
"...well she is in a definite weird mood." Mac commented, with a blink. "What'd she call me? Joshie-Boy?" Josh crossed his arms, arching a brow. "Oh calm down." Mac demanded, grabbing Josh's arm, and pulling him down the hall, once again singing a Beatles song.
~oOo~
"1-2-3-4, I declare a thumb war. You're going down Randy.." Dave commented, Rylie arching a slender brow at Dave and Randy as she re-entered Evolution's locker room. "I'd ask what you're doing, but I'm afraid of the answer."
"1-2-3... Ha! Take that Dave." Randy gloated, leaning back against the couch. "Re-match, Rylie distracted me." Dave stated. "Whoah, if anyone should be distracted by her, it should be me." Orton smirked, leaping up and tackling Rys to the floor. "Am I in hell?" Queried the female, getting a chuckle out of Dave.
"Oh for fuck sakes." Paul hissed as he entered the room. "Would you ki-." Pushing Randy off of her, Rylie stood up, cutting Paul off in mid sentence. "Seriously Paul. You'd think you'd be a little nicer to me... I did infact, save your life. Now if you gonna fucking start with me, why don't we just settle this, like two normal people."
"In the ring?" Dave questioned. "I was gonna say an alley.. but you, know ring works too.. I guess." Rylie blinked. "Let me get this straight, the ring? You want to face me, in the ring?" Paul laughed, though soon façade went stone cold. "You're on little girl. Tomorrow night.. and to make it interesting, a title match."
"....okay, whoah.. I didn't.." Rylie began. "Too scared?" Paul questioned, getting a 'hmmph' from Rylie. "Well then girlie, we're on. Raw, tomorrow night... but now, lets all pretend we like each other, and retain my title."