I'm still on this series. This is based on 'Radio Graffiti' a segment on True Capitalist Radio. If you don't know what either of those are go on YT and look them up. Also most of the callers will be from NXT. Otherwise enjoy!
Announcer: A wise man once said the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. However if the tree is on a hill the apples can roll. Hi everyone I'm Don Poier and welcome back to Big Talk Radio for our newest show Graffiti Radio starring Andrade 'Cien' Almas!
"Making A Difference" by CFO$ plays
Andrade: Hola ladies and gentlemen welcome to Graffiti Radio! La Sombra has arrived to grace his presence on these airwaves. Consider yourselves lucky for a man of my greatness to waste his time with you gringos.
Bayley: Excuse Mr. Almas, but shouldn't we introduce ourselves and be nicer to the viewers?
Andrade: Cállate mujer! I'm the star! El idolo! But you do have a point, the cucarachas need to know who is honoring their ears. I am your host Andrade 'Cien' Almas and normally I'd have Zelina by my side but she is very busy today. However all is not lost everyone might I present my asistente idiota, Bayley.
Bayley: Hi everybody, nice to-
Andrade: Silencio! Your taking away valuable airtime from those who deserve it! Now let's take some calls, once your on you have a limited time to say whatever is on your mind. But knowing you people it probably won't be much you have to say anyway.
Bayley: Area code 212 you're on Graffiti Radio.
Caller: Hello?
Andrade: Speak up! The people in the back can't hear!
Caller: Hello? Anyone there?
Andrade: Dios mio. Bayley! Make yourself useful and hang this fool up!
Bayley: Mr. Almas I think he just had his phone on mute. Nothing worth getting upset over.
Andrade: Cállate la boca! Get me another caller.
Bayley: Dr. Evil you're on Graffiti Radio.
Aleister Black: The gold is all mine 'Cien'. So now you, your title reign, and your show will fade to black...
Andrade: Hijo de puta, that's my title you thief! I'm gonna wring your neck, you hear me?! You're a dead man Aleister! Dead!
Bayley: Um...wow. Fiesta Man you're on.
No Way José: Arriba! It's time to dance, it's time to dance! Andrade you and Bayley must come party with me! (CRASH) Nothing happened! Ha!
Andrade: José you're a worthless parásito. Get the hell off my line. Next!
Bayley: I don't know. He sounded like he was having the time of his life. I think we should go.
Andrade: Listen up peasant I don't pay you to think, now get me another caller!
Bayley: Ok, ok! Hmm? Uh...The nightmare you're on?
Cody Rhodes: You know if the radio station you work for actually cared for you then you wouldn't be wasting your time with such an incompetent people.
Bayley: Hey that's not nice!
Andrade: Finalmente! Someone who understands, it's about time somebody with a brain called. How life treating you Señor Rhodes?
Cody: Fairly well I must say. For one thing Brandi and I are over here in Miami enjoying the weather. Then later the Young Bucks and I are gonna hit the bar. Also I finally got a huge burden off of my shoulders since I took care of that dead weight Omega. How about you Mr. Almas?
Andrade: Magnifico glad to hear. I heard Kenny was quite the nuisance. Someone told me what happened with the Bucks and Kenny, now did you plan that or was it on the fly?
Cody: On the fly. I just wanted to clear the air with him but he didn't want to hear it and one thing led to another then he pushed me and you know me I ended up stooping to his level and pushed back, next the rest of the club came out and the rest is history.
Andrade: I was almost speechless when he pushed one of the Bucks down. Was he actually remorseful?
Cody: Oh he was man, he was. You should have saw the look on his face! It had 'I fucked up' written all over it. Then he tried to apologize but they weren't hearing it. After they all deserted him I suckered him in and picked up the scraps.
Bayley: That's terrible! You should have been a better friend to him.
Andrade: Nonsense, that was an ingenious plan I am truly impressed. Gracias for calling in.
Cody: Thanks for having me.
Bayley: There was no need for him to do all of that. He should be ashamed.
Andrade: Ashamed? Ha, if anything you need to take notes I guarantee that you'd have a much more successful career if you did. Let's have another caller!
Bayley: (Blows raspberry) You're very mean! Rainmaker you're on Graffiti Radio.
Velveteen Dream: Andrade listen, The Velveteen Dream is uncensored, uncut and has some dick and cheese just for you baby cakes.
Andrade: Oh christ! Get him off! Ugh!
Bayley: Why? I think he's a big fan of yours. He he he!
Andrade: Don't you dare joke with me! Get me a different caller!
Bayley: It was only a joke Mr. Almas, sheesh. Area code 478 you're on.
Baron Corbin: Hey asshole! I dare you to run your mouth like this to my face! I guarantee you'll be picking up your jaw!
Andrade: That's Mr. Cien to you peasant!
Baron: Oh bite me you uppity prick! By the way keep shitty piece of scrap metal away from my bike!
Andrade: You watch your tounge pendejo! That's a brand new Lamborghini Huraçon your talking about! I bet it cost more than how much you make in a week!
Baron: I give three fucks how much it cost just keep that shit away from my bike. Also you cut me off earlier today, try that again and I'll have an End Of Days with your name on it!
Andrade: Whatever you say, Bayley get this guy off!
Bayley: If I could make a suggestion Baron is just about the last person you want angry at you. But then again he's almost always in a bad mood.
Andrade: Listen here you miscreant keep your suggestions to yourself. Get it?
Bayley: Got it.
Andrade: Good. Next caller!
Velveteen Dream: Cien baby buns, the time has come for you to sword fight with The Velveteen Dream.
Andrade: GRRR! Get that guy off my show! Now!
Bayley: Sounds like he's really invested you.
Andrade: Don't test me. Now on with the show.
Bayley: 679 your on the show.
Velveteen Dream: Oooh Cien baby you sound so hot when your mad.
Andrade: For fuck sake get this guy outta here! Bayley don't you dare call on him again!
Bayley: I'm sorry Mr. Almas but I can't stop him.
Andrade: Why the fuck not?
Bayley: Every time he's called on it's always on a different number. So if I were to block one of his numbers then that would prevent someone else from that area code from calling and he can just call from another.
Andrade: So you can't just call around him or avoid him completely?
Bayley: I can try but I won't guarantee anything. Um 718 you're on the horn.
Caller: (The Nobodies by Marilyn Manson blast through the phone)
Andrade: Shut that off! Hey pal I don't know if you're aware but some people here still want to hear by the time they grow old!
Bayley: (Holding her ears) Jeez Louise that was loud. Hey next caller, please don't try to blow off our ear drums.
Velveteen Dream: The only thing The Velveteen Dream will blow is your mind and Cien, beautiful you will say my name.
Andrade: That tears it! (Throws glass bottles across the room)
Bayley: Mr. Almas, please watch where you throw those you might knock us off the air!
Andrade: Cállate la boca!
(Andrade is raging to hard to listen and after several minutes he loses the Mic but it somehow is still turned on)
Andrade: Great just great now I lost the Mic. This is all your fault puta! If you hadn't called on that asshole none of this would have happened.
Bayley: Mr. Almas I can take your regular dose of disrespect and name calling but please don't call me that. Second I told you before that I can't stop him. Third let's just calm down and find the mic.
Andrade: Might as well, I mean I'm the last good thing to hear on this radio. If I were to stop then this whole generation would be doomed. Also I'm gonna get the first aid kit and a spare bottle of iodine.
Bayley: What's the first aid kit for?
Andrade: You, and based on what Zelina told me there's no doubt you'll need it.
Bayley: Hey wait a sec I am not clumsy! I can perform as good as anyone else in that ring!
Andrade: I didn't mean the ring mujer. Zelina told me that around her house you're a klutz.
Bayley: Oh yeah, name one time!
Andrade: December 2007, you just finished putting up the Christmas tree with her and while putting the star on the top you broke your arm.
Bayley: Hold on that was only a hairline fracture! Besides I slipped on the stool.
Andrade: That right? How about July 2003, you got your hair caught a fan?
Bayley: It was boiling hot, I felt like I was gonna melt! Then you know my hair was in front of my face and I got too close to the fan.
Andrade: Uh huh...right.
Bayley: Why do you keep a history of my injuries anyway?
Andrade: I don't keep track of anything regarding your injuries. However Zelina does.
Bayley: Why would she do that?
Andrade: So she keeps track of your medical bills and throws it in your face whenever you try to help her.
Bayley: That makes sense I guess.
Andrade: Oh wait here's another! May 2005, the power kept going out in you guys house. But instead of calling an electrician to fix the circuits you tried to do it yourself even though Zelina begged you not to and you got electrocuted AND a concussion.
Bayley: The electrocution made me recoil and my head hit a pipe!
Andrade: If you say so. (Trys not to laugh) I'll never forget this one January 2002, a light bulb went out and you broke you're nose. Oh yeah I found the mic.
Bayley: Thank God! Caller you're on the show.
Paige: Bloody hell woman I never knew you were so clumsy. I think I'll have to wrap myself in bubble wrap next time we hang out.
Bayley: I doubt we'd be in much danger.
Andrade: I wouldn't risk it I mean her neck is in bad enough shape as it is.
Bayley: Mr. Almas please don't mention that.
Andrade: I'm just saying she has enough problems to deal and the last thing you need to do is add more.
Bayley: Next caller!
Angelo Dawkins: (Bring The Swag by J-Frost plays) Say bro you and your fine woman needs kick it with us we got a party going outside and w-(Andrade hangs up)
Andrade: Yeah how about let's not and say we did you fucking imbecile. Also she's not my woman.
Bayley: Mr. Almas you're no fun! Just look at them out there!
Andrade looks out the window below to see the Street Profits outside hosting a tailgate party in the parking lot. A large crowd is surrounding the two moving their hands in the air in a rhythmic motion as the music continued to play. Angelo Dawkins is cooking on a grill while nodding his head with the beat and Montez Ford is on top of a car doing the Running Man. The doors of the car are wide open to allow the music to be heard from the studio.
Andrade: Nothing but the ignorant masses acting like animals. They could learn a thing or two from about class.
Bayley: (under her breath) Yeah because you've been such class act right?
Andrade: Fuck you say?
Bayley: Nothing sir! Next caller!
Montez Ford: Yo do yourselves a favor a kick it wit us. The party is jumping and it's only gonna get bigger as the day goes on. So come on man get yo--(Andrade hangs up)
Andrade: Thanks but no thanks. Pitiful scum.
Bayley: You must not like fun. That party looks amazing and, hey I see José there!
Andrade: Your definition of fun is misguided. I can think of so much more things that you spend your time with than what those idiots are doing.
Bayley: It wouldn't hurt to expand your horizon Mr. Almas it just might be worth your while.
Andrade: Pass I can feel my I.Q. dropping. Caller your on the horn.
Velveteen Dream: Come have a private party with the Velveteen Dream and you'll receive the most pleasure experience you've ever had.
Andrade: What the hell! I swear if it's not the idiots wasting my time then it's this guy calling me up with his endless harassment!
Bayley: Look on the bright side. At least it can't get any worse.
Andrade: Maybe you're ri--
Just as he was about to finish his sentence the door of their studio burst and in came Adam Cole, Roderick Strong, Kyle O'Reilly, and Bobby Fish. Before Andrade could react he was hit the End of Heartache (Lung Blower) by Strong. Bayley was too terrified to do anything, then before she knew it Cole and O'Reilly had tied her to the chair she was sitting on and O'Reilly spun the chair. Cole then took the mic proceeded to gloat.
Adam: A-hem! The Undisputed Era has arrived to take over the airwaves! People, people understand you are too stupid realize the greatness in front of you. So let me tell you I am... ADAM COLE BAY BAY!
Bayley: Help! He--(Bobby snatches the mic away from her)
Bobby: Keep your trap shut! This is our studio now!
Roderick: You've been cancelled!
Kyle: Yeah shows over! Hey Adam!
Adam: What's that Kyle?
Kyle: What say we give this place a bit redecorating?
Adam: Sounds good! All in favor?
Roderick, Kyle, and Bobby: Aye!
Adam: All oppose?
Andrade was still unconscious from Roderick and Bayley was too afraid to speak.
Adam: Then from your friends from the Undisputed Era we say, go to hell. Now let's tear this place apart!
Loud thuds and various crashes echo throughout the studio as Adam Cole gives orders and place is getting destroyed. Bobby Fish takes his crutch and hits the radio, effectively cutting them off the air.
Announcer: Thank you once again tuning in to Big Talk Radio.
