Post by Torture on May 25, 2006 2:52:35 GMT -5
Torture: Pick up the phone would you.. Jesus.
- Looking spliff in his Dark Blue CWI Jean Shorts and white low top Reebok shoes. His white shirt underneath his short sleeved, blue stripped button up shirt, which isn't buttoned up at all, is also making Torture stand out from the un-impressive. Torture has his sunglasses on and his hair spiked, yet still short. He's holding his cell phone to his ear.
Torture: Come on dude.. Jesus Christ.. Voice Mail? You kidding me? I hate you.. *BEEP* Nate! Hey it's Torture.. We need to talk.. just wondering.. Creeping Death and Myself are wondering if you're going to meet up on Sunday before the Pay Per View.. CD told me he's actually going to show up.. so just let me know.. alright.. peace.
- Torture folds the phone shut and throws it in his front pocket. He walks down the street sidewalk on a busy street, yet no one is walking down the sidewalk. Just himself. An alley way is shown and a homeless lady steps up to Torture.
Lady: Change spare got more left?
Torture: What?
Lady: THE BRICK WALL!
Torture: Homeless Lady.. you're not making very much sense.
Lady: I need to eat.. I want to drink.. and I want sex all the time.
Torture: For some reason you just made sense, and for another reason, you kind of remind me of someone.. hmm...
Lady: I never get any food, nor anything to drink, and the last time I had sex.. it was probably with some Japanese guy.
Torture: Right. Here's five bucks. Leave me the hell alone.
- The homeless lady turns back down the hallway and Torture keeps on walking on. He notices a weird looking shaped fella in the distance. Doesn't think too much about it as he keeps on walking. The shadow in the distance is now not so distant. It's a lady.. or atleast we think it is. Trench Coat. Sports bra. Kind of a chubby belly. Short skin tight shorts. And boots.
Torture: You've got to be kidding me..
- The 'lady' is now about 20 feet from Torture, and he just can't stop himself from chuckling to himself.
Lady: Something fucking funny fuckin fuck?
Torture: HAH! Easy on the vulgar language..
Lady: Don't tell me what to do you fuckin capode.. or something. Listen. I'll grab my sctyehte and fuck you up mother fuckin fucker fuck!
Torture: ... What?
Lady: Yeah.. and fuckin.. then I'll fuckin fuck you because fuckin' fuckee's what I want to fuckin do. Fuckin A right?
Torture: Uhm...
Lady: ANICHIWAAA!!! OOOHMMYSSAKII!!
- Torture stands there with a blank stare. She stops yelling out weird, random, oriental-sounding words and does a few 'sexy' poses. The lady takes a bottle of something or another from inside her trench coat and drinks it and then sprays it in the air and throws it in the street where it nails some car's windshield. The guy yells something out and keeps driving.
Lady: FUCKING FUCKER FUCK WHAT? FUCKYAYDFUYC!
- Torture just shakes his head in disbelief and walks away. Torture thinks to himself as he comes up to an outside-seating of a pizza restuarant. He notices Creeping Death sitting outside at a table by himself. Torture walks up to the table and sits down. Must have been an arranged meeting. Torture and Creeping Death begin speaking.. while eating pizza.
Torture: Weirdest shit just happened to me.. you'll never even guess. I had two random, wierd, ladies talk to me.. and .. I swear to god my IQ Level went down 39 points. They reminded me of JoJo and Ellen Degen.. or Ellis.. whatever.
Creeping Death: Explain to me how this is possible, with JoJo only blabbering about anime-named people and Ellis only being able to be heard through my power of mind reading?
Torture: Well.. that's how it's possible. One was speaking about nothing.. I mean.. I didn't even understand her, and the other just looked hilarious, and spoke.. about.. nothing. Either way.. you hear from Nytro?
Creeping Death: Haha, yeah right. Nate Nytro? Who the fuck is that? Do I know of him?
Torture: Funny. He didn't answer his cell phone.. again.. and I haven't seen him since Slam a week and a half ago! He'll probably be late to the event too, again.
Creeping Death: Nate is such a silly bastard. You kn- hey whoa wait!
- CD puts his slice of pizza up to his ear.
Creeping Death: It's talking to me through my power of mind reading! Uh-huh. Okay. Yeah sure.
- CD puts the pizza down.
Creeping Death: Apparently, pizza costs thirty five cents less in Japan. Weird.
- Torture picks up a slice of pizza and begins chomping down on it. They both begin to speak, but the camera is zooming out and fading out at the same.. exact.. time. Scene ends.
- Looking spliff in his Dark Blue CWI Jean Shorts and white low top Reebok shoes. His white shirt underneath his short sleeved, blue stripped button up shirt, which isn't buttoned up at all, is also making Torture stand out from the un-impressive. Torture has his sunglasses on and his hair spiked, yet still short. He's holding his cell phone to his ear.
Torture: Come on dude.. Jesus Christ.. Voice Mail? You kidding me? I hate you.. *BEEP* Nate! Hey it's Torture.. We need to talk.. just wondering.. Creeping Death and Myself are wondering if you're going to meet up on Sunday before the Pay Per View.. CD told me he's actually going to show up.. so just let me know.. alright.. peace.
- Torture folds the phone shut and throws it in his front pocket. He walks down the street sidewalk on a busy street, yet no one is walking down the sidewalk. Just himself. An alley way is shown and a homeless lady steps up to Torture.
Lady: Change spare got more left?
Torture: What?
Lady: THE BRICK WALL!
Torture: Homeless Lady.. you're not making very much sense.
Lady: I need to eat.. I want to drink.. and I want sex all the time.
Torture: For some reason you just made sense, and for another reason, you kind of remind me of someone.. hmm...
Lady: I never get any food, nor anything to drink, and the last time I had sex.. it was probably with some Japanese guy.
Torture: Right. Here's five bucks. Leave me the hell alone.
- The homeless lady turns back down the hallway and Torture keeps on walking on. He notices a weird looking shaped fella in the distance. Doesn't think too much about it as he keeps on walking. The shadow in the distance is now not so distant. It's a lady.. or atleast we think it is. Trench Coat. Sports bra. Kind of a chubby belly. Short skin tight shorts. And boots.
Torture: You've got to be kidding me..
- The 'lady' is now about 20 feet from Torture, and he just can't stop himself from chuckling to himself.
Lady: Something fucking funny fuckin fuck?
Torture: HAH! Easy on the vulgar language..
Lady: Don't tell me what to do you fuckin capode.. or something. Listen. I'll grab my sctyehte and fuck you up mother fuckin fucker fuck!
Torture: ... What?
Lady: Yeah.. and fuckin.. then I'll fuckin fuck you because fuckin' fuckee's what I want to fuckin do. Fuckin A right?
Torture: Uhm...
Lady: ANICHIWAAA!!! OOOHMMYSSAKII!!
- Torture stands there with a blank stare. She stops yelling out weird, random, oriental-sounding words and does a few 'sexy' poses. The lady takes a bottle of something or another from inside her trench coat and drinks it and then sprays it in the air and throws it in the street where it nails some car's windshield. The guy yells something out and keeps driving.
Lady: FUCKING FUCKER FUCK WHAT? FUCKYAYDFUYC!
- Torture just shakes his head in disbelief and walks away. Torture thinks to himself as he comes up to an outside-seating of a pizza restuarant. He notices Creeping Death sitting outside at a table by himself. Torture walks up to the table and sits down. Must have been an arranged meeting. Torture and Creeping Death begin speaking.. while eating pizza.
Torture: Weirdest shit just happened to me.. you'll never even guess. I had two random, wierd, ladies talk to me.. and .. I swear to god my IQ Level went down 39 points. They reminded me of JoJo and Ellen Degen.. or Ellis.. whatever.
Creeping Death: Explain to me how this is possible, with JoJo only blabbering about anime-named people and Ellis only being able to be heard through my power of mind reading?
Torture: Well.. that's how it's possible. One was speaking about nothing.. I mean.. I didn't even understand her, and the other just looked hilarious, and spoke.. about.. nothing. Either way.. you hear from Nytro?
Creeping Death: Haha, yeah right. Nate Nytro? Who the fuck is that? Do I know of him?
Torture: Funny. He didn't answer his cell phone.. again.. and I haven't seen him since Slam a week and a half ago! He'll probably be late to the event too, again.
Creeping Death: Nate is such a silly bastard. You kn- hey whoa wait!
- CD puts his slice of pizza up to his ear.
Creeping Death: It's talking to me through my power of mind reading! Uh-huh. Okay. Yeah sure.
- CD puts the pizza down.
Creeping Death: Apparently, pizza costs thirty five cents less in Japan. Weird.
- Torture picks up a slice of pizza and begins chomping down on it. They both begin to speak, but the camera is zooming out and fading out at the same.. exact.. time. Scene ends.
