Pre OOC - Sorry about the shitty quality this week. RL kicked my ass, and with studying for an insurance license and personal shit and work and other shit there just hasn't been enough time to get on here. Sorry to my opponents, who at this moment, seem to also be having a similar week.
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Scene 1 - The Sweet Taste of Victory...
Scene opens up in the same apartment we've seen before. Shitty neighborhood, shitty landlord, everything is the same... except the inside of this particular apartment. The run down dirty couch has been replaced with a leather corner couch - the softest thing you've ever seen. The six inch black and white TV has been replaced with a 52" LCD TV, complete with the biggest and loudest surround sound system imaginable. The cheap walmart posters on the wall have been replaced with speakers, old signed platinum records and other autographed memorabilia.
Randy: "...and all just for winning ONE match against a nobody..."
Chris: "Imagine what will happen when you beat someone who warrants being talked about..."
They sit on said couch, watching said TV, with their feet up on the brand new glass coffee table in the center of the floor. In the middle of the table is the usual bottle of jack daniels and a pair of shot glasses that I'm sure we'll see later.
Randy: "Seriously bro. It wasn't even that difficult. I mean - I could get used to this. Kick some ass, beat on some people I'm obviously better than, cash the big check, and buy nice shit. Piece of cake."
Chris: "True story bro... but don't get too cocky. I mean you did lose your first match... I'd hate to see you get too far ahead of yourself and let your head get too big. That's what happened last time. Isn't it?"
Randy: "What do you mean 'last time'?"
Chris: "The Rockstar Revolution. You know as well as I do that you started putting yourself ahead of the band... that's why we split up. You're head got so big that we needed a couple of roadies just to move it... Nick and AJ had enough... you know that."
Randy: "You think that shit was my fault? Dude... they wanted to censor me. They wanted me to calm down, stick to normal rock guidelines... not be creative. And creativity is why I got into the game. Well, that and bitches..."
Chris: "Gotta love bitches."
Randy: "I can't believe you think it was all about me."
Chris: "It was. You walked off the stage in Salt Lake City because someone in the audience screamed that you suck. You refused to put Nick's song on the album because you didn't get vocals in it. You're like Guns n Roses part 2."
Randy stands up and turns away from Chris.
Chris: "Look, don't take it personally... I didn't mean it that way. It's just the truth. And you've got a match to worry about this weekend."
Randy: "Look.. I'm not worried about the illegitimate son of Perry Saturn or the All American Jewball Triple D... I've got that in the bag... what I am worried about right now is the fact that my best friend is being an asshole right now."
Chris: "Damn it Randy! This is the same shit you pulled back then! You're gonna push every one away because you can't handle the fact that you're wrong. Be a man for once in your life..."
Randy snickers.
Randy: "You're just upset because I f*cked your mom..."
End Scene 1
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Scene 2 - ...and the agony of de-feet.[/center][/b]
Randy turns around laughing, directly into a roundhouse kick, square to the jaw from Chris. It knocks him clear to the floor and temporarily unconscious.
Randy: "Kidejsiufhsesjf!!!"
Randy awakes to a cold splash of water in his face. Chris stands over him, holding him by the back of the head to keep him up.
Chris: "Don't you EVER Talk about my Mom like that again... or I swear to God, I'll hurt you so bad that that kick will feel like a pillow fight..."
Randy: "Kinky..."
Chris: "Randy, tell me it didn't happen or else... do it now!"
Randy collects his thoughts.
Randy: "Of course it didn't happen.. jackass... come on, you know I've never met your mom..."
Chris: "Oh yeah... my bad. Either way, you need help."
Randy: "After that kick... I need a shot..."
Randy gets back to his feet and the two make their way back to the table.
End Scene 2
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Scene 3 - The Toast
We see the two seated back in the position we started at, but now each with a shot glass of JD in hand.
Randy: "To another week and another victory!"
Chris: "To the fact that I can still kick your ass!"
Randy: "..."
They throw the shots back as the scene fades to black.
End Scene 3
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