Post by profit on Jan 12, 2010 20:13:03 GMT -5
We open to a trashed hotel room, garbage strewn amongst the Econosuite bullshit. A TV sputters gray in front of a couch currently covered with a blonde who may or may not be dead. Hot but possibly a hot corpse. You fucking sickos love it. A bare chested man stands by a bed, holding a pair of wrestling tights. He turns to face you with a sheepish grin.
Greg here. I haven't seen these in a couple years. gonna throw em on to cover the pecker. Although, I saw your show. A plus work. Sex, ultraviolence and intrigue. Plus the puppy. Puppy, I'm here to challenge you to a cute off...
Ha, that would be silly. Really, I'm here to stab someone. Sue, say hi!
The blonde barely lifts her head and weakliy waves.
You guys don't have Wellness, do you? Cause I saw the big guy hit the slightly less big guy and I'm gonna wanna get back on my Rolling Stones diet. Sex and cocaine for me. And for my intentions.
Deep breath, grin gone, now maybe he looks less sheepish.
I'm Greg Berrien. And I don't wanna be the guy on last. I wanna be the guy noone wants to fight. I wanna stretch your neck till you can't help but to warm yourself in your own piss. I wanna break your will and make you fight. I wanna fuck your bitches. I wanna wear your titles to your funerals. And unlike most who talk like me, I can. NOAH Dojo graduate. National High-School All-American in Wrestling.
Grin back, almost makes you like him.
GIW, I'm here to make you kill me. Thanks ahead of time. Oh, and I'm gonna stab your dog.
Greg here. I haven't seen these in a couple years. gonna throw em on to cover the pecker. Although, I saw your show. A plus work. Sex, ultraviolence and intrigue. Plus the puppy. Puppy, I'm here to challenge you to a cute off...
Ha, that would be silly. Really, I'm here to stab someone. Sue, say hi!
The blonde barely lifts her head and weakliy waves.
You guys don't have Wellness, do you? Cause I saw the big guy hit the slightly less big guy and I'm gonna wanna get back on my Rolling Stones diet. Sex and cocaine for me. And for my intentions.
Deep breath, grin gone, now maybe he looks less sheepish.
I'm Greg Berrien. And I don't wanna be the guy on last. I wanna be the guy noone wants to fight. I wanna stretch your neck till you can't help but to warm yourself in your own piss. I wanna break your will and make you fight. I wanna fuck your bitches. I wanna wear your titles to your funerals. And unlike most who talk like me, I can. NOAH Dojo graduate. National High-School All-American in Wrestling.
Grin back, almost makes you like him.
GIW, I'm here to make you kill me. Thanks ahead of time. Oh, and I'm gonna stab your dog.