It's on like yesterday's bread, you f'uckin' limey
Feb 16, 2007 3:43:41 GMT -5
Post by OrochiGeese on Feb 16, 2007 3:43:41 GMT -5
we fade in on a quiet beach. the waves move slowly up the sand before receding - oh, wait, who's that?!? why, it's Lana! whoda thunk? the smiling brunette stares out to sea, watching the sun as it dips beneath the horizon. Lana's decked out with a pair of shorts and a loose faded blue tanktop. her bare feet push into the sand, toes wiggling slightly, testing the ground. just as the sky turns a deep dark purple-pink, Lana turns towards the camera, and walks towards it. the camera moves back at the same rate of speed. Lana pulls out her cell, gives the sub-screen a quick check, and replacing it in her pocket, she begins to speak.
[Lana:] Cross, again, enough with the masturbatory monologues. "Blah, blah, blah. I'm great, Lana sucks, I'm rich and posh."
F'uck that.
Hon, suplexing me onto the apron just pissed me off. You can tell, because I spelled your name out and then dotted the eye - with my fist.
I'm upset. I'll be honest, I am. I'm upset because your hook nose wasn't broken. I'm upset because my favorite gloves are missing your blood.
Lana looks out to sea again, just in time to watch the sky get a litttttttle bit darker. her gaze returns to the camera.
[Lana:] Kimmy, you and I are fighting different battles. You put yourself ahead based on moral victories.
I'm not going for moral victories, miss. I'm aiming to get you lying on a stretcher. You may not fully understand that. I believe the correct analogy is, "Like taking a knife to a gun fight".
By the way, it's not a moral victory if you're always posing. I believe that's just called, "being a c'unt".
See, I think it was really funny that you took the time to taunt me. It was. Because as you did your godawfully retarded pose, Visper looked up and caught my eye. So, I just stared a hole into your head, as you tried to show me how much better you were - woops, rollup, three count.
Your eyes looked like dinner plates. F'ucking classy. I hadn't laughed so hard in weeks. Your regal and posh ass taken by Visper's suprise rollup.
Oh, speaking of Visper - you were a better partner then I expected. Bravo, and shi't.
Cross, if you'd think back to our last match, the same thing happened. Only, it was me, taunting you. You took the initiative, and rolled me up - except, I kicked out. You took it like the tramp you are, first time as always.
Lana stops walking as she arrives at a pile of personal effects on the ground - her folding chair, a towel, some drinks, stuff like that. she looks out to sea as the sun starts it's final descent. the sky is quickly turning black.
[Lana:] I guess what I'm trying to say here is this - enjoy your time with Stefan. I mean that.
Because when I get my hands on you... just like I said, Kim. Blood and tears.
Enjoy your time with your trainer, because when I'm done with you, your hospital bills will make affording an expensive guy like him impossible.
Lana stoops over, grabs a sport drink, and starts sipping at it slowly as the scene goes dark. we assume a fade is here, because you can't see anything anymore. yes, there is a Hostile Intentish Fade to Black™
[Lana:] Cross, again, enough with the masturbatory monologues. "Blah, blah, blah. I'm great, Lana sucks, I'm rich and posh."
F'uck that.
Hon, suplexing me onto the apron just pissed me off. You can tell, because I spelled your name out and then dotted the eye - with my fist.
I'm upset. I'll be honest, I am. I'm upset because your hook nose wasn't broken. I'm upset because my favorite gloves are missing your blood.
Lana looks out to sea again, just in time to watch the sky get a litttttttle bit darker. her gaze returns to the camera.
[Lana:] Kimmy, you and I are fighting different battles. You put yourself ahead based on moral victories.
I'm not going for moral victories, miss. I'm aiming to get you lying on a stretcher. You may not fully understand that. I believe the correct analogy is, "Like taking a knife to a gun fight".
By the way, it's not a moral victory if you're always posing. I believe that's just called, "being a c'unt".
See, I think it was really funny that you took the time to taunt me. It was. Because as you did your godawfully retarded pose, Visper looked up and caught my eye. So, I just stared a hole into your head, as you tried to show me how much better you were - woops, rollup, three count.
Your eyes looked like dinner plates. F'ucking classy. I hadn't laughed so hard in weeks. Your regal and posh ass taken by Visper's suprise rollup.
Oh, speaking of Visper - you were a better partner then I expected. Bravo, and shi't.
Cross, if you'd think back to our last match, the same thing happened. Only, it was me, taunting you. You took the initiative, and rolled me up - except, I kicked out. You took it like the tramp you are, first time as always.
Lana stops walking as she arrives at a pile of personal effects on the ground - her folding chair, a towel, some drinks, stuff like that. she looks out to sea as the sun starts it's final descent. the sky is quickly turning black.
[Lana:] I guess what I'm trying to say here is this - enjoy your time with Stefan. I mean that.
Because when I get my hands on you... just like I said, Kim. Blood and tears.
Enjoy your time with your trainer, because when I'm done with you, your hospital bills will make affording an expensive guy like him impossible.
Lana stoops over, grabs a sport drink, and starts sipping at it slowly as the scene goes dark. we assume a fade is here, because you can't see anything anymore. yes, there is a Hostile Intentish Fade to Black™