Post by Torture on May 9, 2006 13:11:53 GMT -5
- Torture is walking through a small parking lot. The cars have overhangs over them. A camera man is following his every move, right behind him. Torture knows the camera is there. It's obvisiouly a Roleplay.
Torture: Follow me. This is the parking lot where I park my crappy car. This is my apartment.
- Torture unlocks the front door and walks in, as does the Camera man.
Torture: This is my front door. It's closed now. It's not going to be locked, because I feel if you want to come into my house.. you can. I've got nothing to lose. I've already lost everything. Now.. this is my living room. Couch. Coffee Table. Entertainment center which was already here when I rented this apartment. The carpet sucks.
- Torture now walks into the kitchen.
Torture: This is the kitchen.. four feet from living room. This is my small table, and small fridge. It has nothing in it. Here's my kitchen sink. Water sucks. Here.. come check out my bedroom.
- They both walk into a small bedroom, with a small bed.
Torture: This is my room. The last and final stop of the tour. Small bed, a few pillows and some blankets. There's the bathroom in there. Nothing really in there. Just where I take a Dragula and wipe my White Zombies.... nevermind. Well thanks for following me around on my tour.
- The camera man speaks up.
Man: Torture, don't be offended, but what the hell does this have to do with anything?
Torture: Whaa? Come on! This is great!
Man: It means nothing. All I heard was nothing. I got nothing.
Torture: Exactly! This goes out to JoJo! It works for her!
Man: What do you mean?
Torture: Well. Everytime I see her segments, I see nothing. She talks about nothing. She knows nothing. She IS nothing. She's Nada. Zilch!
Man: We have Nada 3!
Torture: What?
Man: Nothing.
Torture: Exactly! JoJo.. this isn't a place for women. Seriously. Other feds might be happy-go-lucky for women, but not the World Championship Federation. This sport is based on the male athlete. Not women. Women, Girls, Divas are supposed to be looked at. They're Eye Candy. Not you. For some reason you want to be like the guys. Well, I don't like that. So this weekend, like Ace, You will lose. You will not advance in the Lottery Tournament. You will not pass go and will certainly not collect Two Hundred dollars. What you will collect is an unemployment check. You step in front of me this weekend. You will go down. Watch yourself JoJo. Believe me. You don't want to be JoJo the clown do you?
- Torture puts his sunglasss on.
Torture: I didn't think so.
Man:Wow.. that was good.
Torture: Get the hell outta hurr.
- The scene fades out.
Torture: Follow me. This is the parking lot where I park my crappy car. This is my apartment.
- Torture unlocks the front door and walks in, as does the Camera man.
Torture: This is my front door. It's closed now. It's not going to be locked, because I feel if you want to come into my house.. you can. I've got nothing to lose. I've already lost everything. Now.. this is my living room. Couch. Coffee Table. Entertainment center which was already here when I rented this apartment. The carpet sucks.
- Torture now walks into the kitchen.
Torture: This is the kitchen.. four feet from living room. This is my small table, and small fridge. It has nothing in it. Here's my kitchen sink. Water sucks. Here.. come check out my bedroom.
- They both walk into a small bedroom, with a small bed.
Torture: This is my room. The last and final stop of the tour. Small bed, a few pillows and some blankets. There's the bathroom in there. Nothing really in there. Just where I take a Dragula and wipe my White Zombies.... nevermind. Well thanks for following me around on my tour.
- The camera man speaks up.
Man: Torture, don't be offended, but what the hell does this have to do with anything?
Torture: Whaa? Come on! This is great!
Man: It means nothing. All I heard was nothing. I got nothing.
Torture: Exactly! This goes out to JoJo! It works for her!
Man: What do you mean?
Torture: Well. Everytime I see her segments, I see nothing. She talks about nothing. She knows nothing. She IS nothing. She's Nada. Zilch!
Man: We have Nada 3!
Torture: What?
Man: Nothing.
Torture: Exactly! JoJo.. this isn't a place for women. Seriously. Other feds might be happy-go-lucky for women, but not the World Championship Federation. This sport is based on the male athlete. Not women. Women, Girls, Divas are supposed to be looked at. They're Eye Candy. Not you. For some reason you want to be like the guys. Well, I don't like that. So this weekend, like Ace, You will lose. You will not advance in the Lottery Tournament. You will not pass go and will certainly not collect Two Hundred dollars. What you will collect is an unemployment check. You step in front of me this weekend. You will go down. Watch yourself JoJo. Believe me. You don't want to be JoJo the clown do you?
- Torture puts his sunglasss on.
Torture: I didn't think so.
Man:Wow.. that was good.
Torture: Get the hell outta hurr.
- The scene fades out.
