"Hey!" Big Show roared.
A little mask-clad head popped out of the giant's bag, colorless eyes widening in fear. "Er, hey there, Big Show," Rey chuckled nervously, moving away from the bag, which was almost as big as he was, and backing away slowly.
"What were you doing going through my bag?" Show growled, slamming the bag closed and zipping it up.
"Long story." Rey laughed nervously. "See, I kind of had an, um, well an accident."
Big Show stiffened. "In my bag???"
"No! Not like that. See, I'm just clumsy sometimes," Rey quickly explained.
"And?" Big Show demanded. "If you dropped something in my bag..."
"I told you it's not that!" Rey told him hastily. "See, Edge and I were just, um, celebrating, and I kind of - "
"If I find ANYTHING in that bag..." Show growled.
Rey scowled. "I told you! Nothing's wrong with the bag! Just listen you big dumb oaf!"
"What?" Big Show glared at the small man, taking a menacing step towards him.
"Let me explain!" Rey cried. "See, Edge and I were celebrating, and we, well, uh, we spilled some - er - stuff, and I kind of accidently messed up my clothes."
"And this has to do with my bag how?" Big Show demanded.
"Well, I was kinda hoping you'd have a spare shirt," Rey told him. "I figured a shirt that fit you would, you know, be like a full-length robe on me, so I was looking for one to wear back to the hotel."
"What's wrong with what you've got on?" Show growled, gesturing to Rey's pink wrestling pants.
Rey made a face. "They're all sticky! Sticky with, erm, sweat and stuff, you know. Plus I don't have a shirt, and it's cold outside!" He looked at Big Show pleadingly. "Can't I please borrow a shirt? Pretty please? Don't make me go back to the hotel dressed in these pink sweaty pants!"
Big Show hesitated for a moment, then
sighed, unzipping one of the side compartments on his bag and pulling out
a huge tshirt. He tossed it at Rey, frowning at the tiny man. "Don't lose
it and don't mess it up!" he snapped. "And next time, ASK!"