Post by Mike Ragnal on Feb 24, 2007 12:31:25 GMT -5
*Mike Ragnal and Sasha Pehl are out on a late night city street, Mike with his arm around Sasha's shoulders.*
MIKE: Ah, nothing like a breather of fresh air. The city lights being the only guide for our journey to victory.
SASHA: God, luv, how corny can you get?
MIKE: Hey, what can I say? I've got my match against Pie F***er tomorrow, and I've been working out all week. Might as well just take a break, have fun, and party.
SASHA: Well, can't argue with that. So where's there to go?
MIKE: What about the bar?
SASHA: Oh, please. You're nineteen, first of all. Second, you don't even drink beer.
MIKE: I'll just order an iced tea, no biggie.
SASHA: No no no, that won't help. The bikers'll just gang up on you.
MIKE: See, that's the beauty of what I'm doing. I'm making a name for myself. As soon as I make my way up the ladder, people are gonna know my name and learn to fear it.
SASHA: That's what you said when you tried to walk out of the restaurant without paying.
MIKE: Yeah, well, I shouldn't have to pay for such an expensive meal.
SASHA: Or the time you failed your driving test and said that you should have passed for the name alone.
MIKE: Alright, well that was just-
SASHA: AND what about when you were selling that children's television show?
MIKE: Hey, I happen to think kids staring at my name for thirty minutes is pretty educational!
SASHA: Oh, don't worry about it, Mikey. When you beat Jason tomorrow, he's gonna learn not to mess with you ever again.
MIKE: Right. And after that, I'm gonna show everyone else in WCF just who I am.
*Mike looks over at the buildings, then points one out.*
MIKE: Here's a bar.
*And with that, they walk inside.*
TEN MINUTES LATER
*Mike and Sasha run out of the bar, slightly scared.*
SASHA: Didn't I tell you not to piss those pool players off?!
MIKE: Just shut up and RUN!
*And so they run. About two blocks later, we fade to black.*
MIKE: Ah, nothing like a breather of fresh air. The city lights being the only guide for our journey to victory.
SASHA: God, luv, how corny can you get?
MIKE: Hey, what can I say? I've got my match against Pie F***er tomorrow, and I've been working out all week. Might as well just take a break, have fun, and party.
SASHA: Well, can't argue with that. So where's there to go?
MIKE: What about the bar?
SASHA: Oh, please. You're nineteen, first of all. Second, you don't even drink beer.
MIKE: I'll just order an iced tea, no biggie.
SASHA: No no no, that won't help. The bikers'll just gang up on you.
MIKE: See, that's the beauty of what I'm doing. I'm making a name for myself. As soon as I make my way up the ladder, people are gonna know my name and learn to fear it.
SASHA: That's what you said when you tried to walk out of the restaurant without paying.
MIKE: Yeah, well, I shouldn't have to pay for such an expensive meal.
SASHA: Or the time you failed your driving test and said that you should have passed for the name alone.
MIKE: Alright, well that was just-
SASHA: AND what about when you were selling that children's television show?
MIKE: Hey, I happen to think kids staring at my name for thirty minutes is pretty educational!
SASHA: Oh, don't worry about it, Mikey. When you beat Jason tomorrow, he's gonna learn not to mess with you ever again.
MIKE: Right. And after that, I'm gonna show everyone else in WCF just who I am.
*Mike looks over at the buildings, then points one out.*
MIKE: Here's a bar.
*And with that, they walk inside.*
TEN MINUTES LATER
*Mike and Sasha run out of the bar, slightly scared.*
SASHA: Didn't I tell you not to piss those pool players off?!
MIKE: Just shut up and RUN!
*And so they run. About two blocks later, we fade to black.*
