Post by wblstudios on May 9, 2006 15:22:13 GMT -5
The scene fades in on a packed dancehall, lights flashing and flaring, pulsing music throbbing, people losing themselves on the dancefloor. The camera pans up to one woman leaning against the wall in the back, one foot on the wall keeping time. The camera pans up from a set of ruby red slippers, up long, athletic legs barely covered with a tight red skirt, a shimmering red low-cut tank top revealing rather muscled arms, and shimmering ruby necklace around the neck of a woman with long blond hair flowing behind her, and a drink in each hand. She chugs both of them and tosses them aside, looking seductively at the camera.
Jojo: So, the infamous Torture shows his face. I'll be totally honest, faggot, I'm not impressed. You want me to focus on something? How about I focus on the fact that you can't seem to get me out of your head? Don't worry... it happens. Especially when you look like I do. But let's get something straight. Just because I'm holding this Hardcore title I won in thirty fucking seconds, just because I've left a trail of bodies over three continents, that's no reason to be jealous. Now this beautiful body... now THAT'S a good reason to be jealous.
Jojo: Just because you're afraid of getting fucked up by a woman in the middle of that ring... a woman with a title you set records for... records I plan on fucking breaking... doesn't mean you can hate this hulked-up sex goddess just for coming over here to the United States, and doing what she does best. Besides, if you were a real man, you wouldn't have let a few faggot referees stop you from torching that fucking car. I mean... come on. Who lets their family get killed by a guy named fucking Howard? Of course, I'm pretty sure you're glad they're gone... gives you an excuse to look at me.
Jojo: Nate Nytro. All I know about you is what I've seen. And what I see is a UFO pants wearing, Roswell green light Area 51 punk motherfucker. Your buddy Torture ended up drawing you instead of Logan as a replacement, and I'm pretty sure you're glad. I mean, first you show up to help your friends beat up some old farts at Payback, and now you'll be teaming together. Oh, and from a pro bodybuilder's opinion... what was the quote? Could use improvement toning wise in the muscle category?
With a grin, Josephine extends one of her bare arms, flexing a rather impressive bicep, all while holding on to her drink.
Jojo: Hard to improve on perfection.
Jojo: And that leads me to you, Ace. I'll admit, you held your own out there. You didn't impress me. After a decade in this business, not much impresses me, especially here in America. But you seem like you can hold your own. My only advice is not to get so tense over little shit, like religion. Try to keep cool, no matter how many drinks it takes. I'll warn you though. It sounds like your faggot friend Jacky is trying to draw you back into his shit. Get it straight, motherfucker. Your first priority right now, is me. Jojo Miya-fucking-zaki. You're gonna have to give it everything you've fucking got if you wanna reap the benefits of our teaming together.
Josephine chugs both drinks, tossing them offscreen with a crash as she leans over, exposing miles of cleavage from her massive breasts
Jojo: You... do want to reap the benefits, don't you?
She grins again, hitting a couple of bodybuilder poses... but slowly and seductively.
Jojo: Keep your eyes on the prize, Ace. I'm gonna go get shitfaced. Later.
She walks offscreen, and the scene fades out.
Jojo: So, the infamous Torture shows his face. I'll be totally honest, faggot, I'm not impressed. You want me to focus on something? How about I focus on the fact that you can't seem to get me out of your head? Don't worry... it happens. Especially when you look like I do. But let's get something straight. Just because I'm holding this Hardcore title I won in thirty fucking seconds, just because I've left a trail of bodies over three continents, that's no reason to be jealous. Now this beautiful body... now THAT'S a good reason to be jealous.
Jojo: Just because you're afraid of getting fucked up by a woman in the middle of that ring... a woman with a title you set records for... records I plan on fucking breaking... doesn't mean you can hate this hulked-up sex goddess just for coming over here to the United States, and doing what she does best. Besides, if you were a real man, you wouldn't have let a few faggot referees stop you from torching that fucking car. I mean... come on. Who lets their family get killed by a guy named fucking Howard? Of course, I'm pretty sure you're glad they're gone... gives you an excuse to look at me.
Jojo: Nate Nytro. All I know about you is what I've seen. And what I see is a UFO pants wearing, Roswell green light Area 51 punk motherfucker. Your buddy Torture ended up drawing you instead of Logan as a replacement, and I'm pretty sure you're glad. I mean, first you show up to help your friends beat up some old farts at Payback, and now you'll be teaming together. Oh, and from a pro bodybuilder's opinion... what was the quote? Could use improvement toning wise in the muscle category?
With a grin, Josephine extends one of her bare arms, flexing a rather impressive bicep, all while holding on to her drink.
Jojo: Hard to improve on perfection.
Jojo: And that leads me to you, Ace. I'll admit, you held your own out there. You didn't impress me. After a decade in this business, not much impresses me, especially here in America. But you seem like you can hold your own. My only advice is not to get so tense over little shit, like religion. Try to keep cool, no matter how many drinks it takes. I'll warn you though. It sounds like your faggot friend Jacky is trying to draw you back into his shit. Get it straight, motherfucker. Your first priority right now, is me. Jojo Miya-fucking-zaki. You're gonna have to give it everything you've fucking got if you wanna reap the benefits of our teaming together.
Josephine chugs both drinks, tossing them offscreen with a crash as she leans over, exposing miles of cleavage from her massive breasts
Jojo: You... do want to reap the benefits, don't you?
She grins again, hitting a couple of bodybuilder poses... but slowly and seductively.
Jojo: Keep your eyes on the prize, Ace. I'm gonna go get shitfaced. Later.
She walks offscreen, and the scene fades out.
