Post by logan on Apr 21, 2007 8:41:20 GMT -5
The scene opens up with Logan standing outside of Sandy's door. He seems to be arguing with her, she argues back, the wood door separates them.
Sandy: I'm putting that crap on, die!
Logan: You will too, damnit. Do it for me.
Sandy: No, you have no sense of fashion.
Logan: I HAVE no sense of fashion?
Sandy: Yeah, die.
Logan: Wear it for Madd Dogg.
Sandy: Hell no.
Logan: I'll up your pay fifty a day.
There is a long moment of pause, before the she finally responds.
Sandy: Okay.. whatever.
Logan smiles to himself knowing that what she is about to put on is very appealing, and it isn't exactly her style of dress. What he laid out was for her was a pair of black shorts, a small blue shirt, and a cop hat. It wasn't exactly the type of clothes she'd wear.
Sandy: What sex shop did you get these clothes from?
Logan: You know, at least they don't have any holes in them. It even says in your journal that you have tattoos all over your body, and that your uncomfortable with your appearance.
Sandy: You've been reading my journal? You pig. Die.
Logan: Well, uh.. I think it's about time we see what you look like, because I'm about tired of seeing you walking around in freakin' long selves, long pants. You know, no skin showing what so ever.
Sandy: Wait!
Logan opens the door peaking in just as she screams out quickly pulling up her shorts with a shocked look on her face.
Logan stands there with his mouth wide open, she stares back at him. If this continues for another five seconds Logan will probably start drooling.
Sandy: Little privacy?
Logan: ... yeah..
Logan continues to stand there staring at her.
Sandy: Close the door moron.
Logan: Okay..
Logan leans back into the hall way shutting the door slowly as if he were in a trance.
Logan: I feel like Madd Dogg right now.
Sandy: What?
Logan: Nothing.
Logan shakes his head.
Logan: You do have a lot of tattoos.
Sandy: Go downstairs with Madd Dogg, I'l be out in a few minutes.
We hear a lighter flicking.
Logan: You're not getting high are you? Because keep in mind I will not tolerate any pot smoking, crack smoking, or anything of that sort in my house. You und--
She cuts him off.
Sandy: Just go downstairs already.
Logan: Yes.
Logan walks down the hall heading downstairs, and joining Madd Dogg on the couch. Logan sits down beside Madd Dogg with the same dazed look on his face.
Logan: She's a winner. I wouldn't think as someone as trashy as her, could wear something complete slutty, and be so appealing to me. I think I'm in love. You're going to love what she's wearing, Dogg.
Madd Dogg: Yes.
Logan: This should make up for the bad rejection you received over your flowers, but you know, as I was telling you before.. that's how these goth girls work. They turn you down when it turns them on. Keep that in mind Madd Dogg, it's how you've got to be around this gothic chicks.. you've got to be nasty, rude, and spit all the time. You can't treat them like regular girls.
Madd Dogg: Yes.
Upstairs the sound of a door opens, and closes. Logan's heart begins racing as we see her walking downstairs in that over revealing outfit.
Sandy: This is ridiculous. I feel like I'm on a porn set.
Madd Dogg spits on the floor as she comes closer to the two, Sandy looks at him shaking her head as Logan appears in the background breathing heavily. Sandy sits down across from the two.
Madd Dogg: Hey crack stem.
Sandy: Excuse me?
Madd Dogg: Hey crack stem.
Sandy: Uh.. hi..
She mutters something under her breath, the recent advice Logan gave Madd Dogg about being rude around gothic girls has sunk into his mind. Logan sits beside Madd Dogg staring at Sandy in a trance.
Sandy: Logan, what were you doing reading my dairy?
Logan: Huh?
Madd Dogg spits on the floor again. Sandy sighs.
Sandy: Is that guy mentality ill or something?
Logan: Probably. I'm not though.
Madd Dogg: How you doing today crack stem?
Madd Dogg stretches his lips giving her a big grin.
Sandy: Logan, I asked you a question. Just stay out of my room from now on. Also, you need to get Dogg to take all the trash cans out, they were all full when I first got here anyway, and I don't need five trash cans anyway.
Logan: I can do that.
Logan quickly runs upstairs heading for the trash.
Madd Dogg, and Sandy stare at each other.
Madd Dogg: Wow. You're looking rough.
Sandy: Uh yeah, okay... whatever.
She begins blushing a bit.
Madd Dogg: No really, I'm not joking.. your a mess. May I ask you a question?
Sandy sighs. Madd Dogg spits on the floor, then burps.
Sandy: Sure.
Madd Dogg: You're the biggest slut.
Sandy: That wasn't a question, and what's wrong with you anyway?
Madd Dogg stares at Sandy.
Sandy: Did Logan tell you to say these things?
Dogg continues staring at her.
Sandy: Hello??
She waves her hands in front of Madd Dogg.
Madd Dogg: Hey crack stem.
Sandy: Oh, that's it. I'm done.
Sandy rushes back up stairs, as she runs by Madd Dogg slaps her arm, and spits on the floor. She shrugs it off heading into her room to find Logan laying on her bed with his shirt off, reading her journal, and sniffing the front of the book.
Logan: This is good stuff.
Sandy: You guys are fuckin' nuts. Leave my room, I'm taking these stupid porn clothes off.
Logan: Are you?
Sandy: Yeah, their disgusting.
Logan: Oh, okay.
Logan continues to lay on the bed reading the journal. She walks over to him snatching the diary away from him, and pointing to the door.
Sandy: Leave!
Logan: Your hot.
Sandy: Leave!
Logan: Okay.
Logan gets up exiting the room as she slams the door behind him. Logan heads back down stairs rejoining Madd Dogg.
Logan: So, how'd it go?
Madd Dogg: Nice.
Logan: Sounds great, she'll act like she doesn't like it now, but after awhile all that spitting, and name calling will pay off. You know Dogg, did you catch what Davey Boone was saying about me lately?
Madd Dogg: Yes.
Logan: He said that The Face of Treachery was some outside force..? What the hell does that mean? I am The Face of Treachery! Yeah, and get this.. he even went into some mental hospital, and paid some Logan fan to talk like me. Now that's classic, I've got to say it Boone, I wouldn't have thought you could possibly be more of a boudle than you already are. That really just set the tone. I don't think I've ever been to a mental hospital before, you've got the wrong guy, Boone. It's fine though, we can forget about all that, this Sunday it's a different story. It's me, you, and a wrestling ring. It's about time we find out if you can live up to your words, if you can back up your mouth. I don't know if you stayed behind in that mental hospital for a few days or not, but if you do remember, you did say you were going to beat me. Yeah, that's right.. you stated it as if it was a fact. But it's not, because the real fact is, is that this Sunday your stepping in the ring in possibly the biggest match of your career, you're going to be facing the man that made WCF what it is today, the man that epitomized WCF for what it is today. This match is going to be the high point of your career, the day you met a legend, the day you fought an icon, and the day you lost to The Face of Treachery. You understand that boudle? There is nobody telling me what to do in my head, matter of fact, I think your the one that's crazy. Anybody that THINKS they can beat me must be insane, which kind've makes sense here lately, I mean.. the last time we heard from you, you were actually visiting a mental hospital, maybe they just kept you around a bit longer, and I guess you realized you fitted in more then you thought you would have. Oh well though Boone, if I have to knock some sense back into you this Sunday, and that's exactly what I'll do. Haha.. Boone, that guys nuts isn't he?
Madd Dogg: Yeah.
Logan sighs.
Logan: Let's go see what Sandy is wearing, er, doing.
Logan, and Madd Dogg head upstairs as the scene fades out.
Sandy: I'm putting that crap on, die!
Logan: You will too, damnit. Do it for me.
Sandy: No, you have no sense of fashion.
Logan: I HAVE no sense of fashion?
Sandy: Yeah, die.
Logan: Wear it for Madd Dogg.
Sandy: Hell no.
Logan: I'll up your pay fifty a day.
There is a long moment of pause, before the she finally responds.
Sandy: Okay.. whatever.
Logan smiles to himself knowing that what she is about to put on is very appealing, and it isn't exactly her style of dress. What he laid out was for her was a pair of black shorts, a small blue shirt, and a cop hat. It wasn't exactly the type of clothes she'd wear.
Sandy: What sex shop did you get these clothes from?
Logan: You know, at least they don't have any holes in them. It even says in your journal that you have tattoos all over your body, and that your uncomfortable with your appearance.
Sandy: You've been reading my journal? You pig. Die.
Logan: Well, uh.. I think it's about time we see what you look like, because I'm about tired of seeing you walking around in freakin' long selves, long pants. You know, no skin showing what so ever.
Sandy: Wait!
Logan opens the door peaking in just as she screams out quickly pulling up her shorts with a shocked look on her face.
Logan stands there with his mouth wide open, she stares back at him. If this continues for another five seconds Logan will probably start drooling.
Sandy: Little privacy?
Logan: ... yeah..
Logan continues to stand there staring at her.
Sandy: Close the door moron.
Logan: Okay..
Logan leans back into the hall way shutting the door slowly as if he were in a trance.
Logan: I feel like Madd Dogg right now.
Sandy: What?
Logan: Nothing.
Logan shakes his head.
Logan: You do have a lot of tattoos.
Sandy: Go downstairs with Madd Dogg, I'l be out in a few minutes.
We hear a lighter flicking.
Logan: You're not getting high are you? Because keep in mind I will not tolerate any pot smoking, crack smoking, or anything of that sort in my house. You und--
She cuts him off.
Sandy: Just go downstairs already.
Logan: Yes.
Logan walks down the hall heading downstairs, and joining Madd Dogg on the couch. Logan sits down beside Madd Dogg with the same dazed look on his face.
Logan: She's a winner. I wouldn't think as someone as trashy as her, could wear something complete slutty, and be so appealing to me. I think I'm in love. You're going to love what she's wearing, Dogg.
Madd Dogg: Yes.
Logan: This should make up for the bad rejection you received over your flowers, but you know, as I was telling you before.. that's how these goth girls work. They turn you down when it turns them on. Keep that in mind Madd Dogg, it's how you've got to be around this gothic chicks.. you've got to be nasty, rude, and spit all the time. You can't treat them like regular girls.
Madd Dogg: Yes.
Upstairs the sound of a door opens, and closes. Logan's heart begins racing as we see her walking downstairs in that over revealing outfit.
Sandy: This is ridiculous. I feel like I'm on a porn set.
Madd Dogg spits on the floor as she comes closer to the two, Sandy looks at him shaking her head as Logan appears in the background breathing heavily. Sandy sits down across from the two.
Madd Dogg: Hey crack stem.
Sandy: Excuse me?
Madd Dogg: Hey crack stem.
Sandy: Uh.. hi..
She mutters something under her breath, the recent advice Logan gave Madd Dogg about being rude around gothic girls has sunk into his mind. Logan sits beside Madd Dogg staring at Sandy in a trance.
Sandy: Logan, what were you doing reading my dairy?
Logan: Huh?
Madd Dogg spits on the floor again. Sandy sighs.
Sandy: Is that guy mentality ill or something?
Logan: Probably. I'm not though.
Madd Dogg: How you doing today crack stem?
Madd Dogg stretches his lips giving her a big grin.
Sandy: Logan, I asked you a question. Just stay out of my room from now on. Also, you need to get Dogg to take all the trash cans out, they were all full when I first got here anyway, and I don't need five trash cans anyway.
Logan: I can do that.
Logan quickly runs upstairs heading for the trash.
Madd Dogg, and Sandy stare at each other.
Madd Dogg: Wow. You're looking rough.
Sandy: Uh yeah, okay... whatever.
She begins blushing a bit.
Madd Dogg: No really, I'm not joking.. your a mess. May I ask you a question?
Sandy sighs. Madd Dogg spits on the floor, then burps.
Sandy: Sure.
Madd Dogg: You're the biggest slut.
Sandy: That wasn't a question, and what's wrong with you anyway?
Madd Dogg stares at Sandy.
Sandy: Did Logan tell you to say these things?
Dogg continues staring at her.
Sandy: Hello??
She waves her hands in front of Madd Dogg.
Madd Dogg: Hey crack stem.
Sandy: Oh, that's it. I'm done.
Sandy rushes back up stairs, as she runs by Madd Dogg slaps her arm, and spits on the floor. She shrugs it off heading into her room to find Logan laying on her bed with his shirt off, reading her journal, and sniffing the front of the book.
Logan: This is good stuff.
Sandy: You guys are fuckin' nuts. Leave my room, I'm taking these stupid porn clothes off.
Logan: Are you?
Sandy: Yeah, their disgusting.
Logan: Oh, okay.
Logan continues to lay on the bed reading the journal. She walks over to him snatching the diary away from him, and pointing to the door.
Sandy: Leave!
Logan: Your hot.
Sandy: Leave!
Logan: Okay.
Logan gets up exiting the room as she slams the door behind him. Logan heads back down stairs rejoining Madd Dogg.
Logan: So, how'd it go?
Madd Dogg: Nice.
Logan: Sounds great, she'll act like she doesn't like it now, but after awhile all that spitting, and name calling will pay off. You know Dogg, did you catch what Davey Boone was saying about me lately?
Madd Dogg: Yes.
Logan: He said that The Face of Treachery was some outside force..? What the hell does that mean? I am The Face of Treachery! Yeah, and get this.. he even went into some mental hospital, and paid some Logan fan to talk like me. Now that's classic, I've got to say it Boone, I wouldn't have thought you could possibly be more of a boudle than you already are. That really just set the tone. I don't think I've ever been to a mental hospital before, you've got the wrong guy, Boone. It's fine though, we can forget about all that, this Sunday it's a different story. It's me, you, and a wrestling ring. It's about time we find out if you can live up to your words, if you can back up your mouth. I don't know if you stayed behind in that mental hospital for a few days or not, but if you do remember, you did say you were going to beat me. Yeah, that's right.. you stated it as if it was a fact. But it's not, because the real fact is, is that this Sunday your stepping in the ring in possibly the biggest match of your career, you're going to be facing the man that made WCF what it is today, the man that epitomized WCF for what it is today. This match is going to be the high point of your career, the day you met a legend, the day you fought an icon, and the day you lost to The Face of Treachery. You understand that boudle? There is nobody telling me what to do in my head, matter of fact, I think your the one that's crazy. Anybody that THINKS they can beat me must be insane, which kind've makes sense here lately, I mean.. the last time we heard from you, you were actually visiting a mental hospital, maybe they just kept you around a bit longer, and I guess you realized you fitted in more then you thought you would have. Oh well though Boone, if I have to knock some sense back into you this Sunday, and that's exactly what I'll do. Haha.. Boone, that guys nuts isn't he?
Madd Dogg: Yeah.
Logan sighs.
Logan: Let's go see what Sandy is wearing, er, doing.
Logan, and Madd Dogg head upstairs as the scene fades out.
