Post by emokid on Dec 18, 2008 21:58:48 GMT -6
(Emo Kid sits in a chair, with Hannah by his side. Emo Kid wears his usual Emo attire: Tight Jeans. Converses, and a black "Ten Masked Men" T-shirt. Hannah ears an "Anberlin" Tied in a knot, and a black skirt. She stares seductively into the camera.)
HANNAH: I participate in a grueling Battle Royal for number one contendership for the Von Erich Memorial Championship. Well, guess what, even If I don't win, I'll be fine. I'll be fine, because I know one......
(She leans on his lap)
BIG stud that's going to pull out a victory.
(Emo Kid laughs and smiles. The two make out.)
EMO KID: Thank you. Go upstairs make yourself comfortable.
(They kiss some more)
HANNAH: I'll be waiting.
(She rubs her hand across his back, very sensually, Emo Kid laughs)
EMO KID: I have it good now, Azreal. I can tell you this, though, I know we come from the same cloth. We're both misfits. Hell, Hannah is a misfit. That's why I'm with her. That's why we click. Azreal, I can tell you what you are, because I'm like you. YOu're an outcast. I'm an outcast. Take it from me, one outcast to another, you are a real test. I underestimated you last time, but this time it's just not going to happen. I'm going to take some desperate measures. Until Guy's Night Out a couple of weeks ago, I have never fought an exact copy of me before. It was real tough to fight someone that had the same capacity for pain as I do. This Sundaqy at "It's Christmas Dammit," I will bring my absolute A-game.
I hate to bring bad puns into this, but I am not afraid to cut myself. Hell, if it were called for, I would even kill myself. I'm like Evel Knevel, without protective gear. I'm not afraid to take an abundance, a real big load, and go after it. That was my life growing up in Bakersfield. I grew up the freak. No one understood me. My friends and I wore black in the middle of ghetto high school in Bakersfield. I was called the freak by a bunch of guys that have probably been busted at the age of 13, for posession of cocaine, and marijuana. I was called an outcast by men who loved to beat their women. I was called a misfit by women who pregnant by the age of 15.
Now, I understand you come from a risky part of England. You were probably surrounded by the same thing I was. You know the anguish of being called those names by fellow classmen. You have the nerve to sell out on what you were to the same people that called you those horrendous names. You actually have the nerve to put yourself in the same category as men like Raven, or Sabu, or Necro Butcher, men who have literally cut themselves to get known. None of these guys were loved at the start. You actually have the goddamn nerve. I'm embarrassed to call you a professional wrestler. You would rather sell yourself to the fans at first, than have a deep hatred for them. You're a sellout, and in my eyes you're not the misfit you once were.
Speaking of cutting one's self, Azreal, we have a big test on our hands. We have a barbed-wire steel cage match. The only way you can win is to cut yourself by going over the barbed-wire. At one time I would think I would win this, but this time I;m not sure. Like I said, I'm fighting an equal. I'm fighting someone who can take the pain. But I will try my best to have EMO KID REIGN SUPREME.
(Emo kid sits back in deep thought)
HANNAH: (from another room)Honey, are you coming up here?
(Cameras fade to black, as Emo Kid Stares Blnkly)
HANNAH: I participate in a grueling Battle Royal for number one contendership for the Von Erich Memorial Championship. Well, guess what, even If I don't win, I'll be fine. I'll be fine, because I know one......
(She leans on his lap)
BIG stud that's going to pull out a victory.
(Emo Kid laughs and smiles. The two make out.)
EMO KID: Thank you. Go upstairs make yourself comfortable.
(They kiss some more)
HANNAH: I'll be waiting.
(She rubs her hand across his back, very sensually, Emo Kid laughs)
EMO KID: I have it good now, Azreal. I can tell you this, though, I know we come from the same cloth. We're both misfits. Hell, Hannah is a misfit. That's why I'm with her. That's why we click. Azreal, I can tell you what you are, because I'm like you. YOu're an outcast. I'm an outcast. Take it from me, one outcast to another, you are a real test. I underestimated you last time, but this time it's just not going to happen. I'm going to take some desperate measures. Until Guy's Night Out a couple of weeks ago, I have never fought an exact copy of me before. It was real tough to fight someone that had the same capacity for pain as I do. This Sundaqy at "It's Christmas Dammit," I will bring my absolute A-game.
I hate to bring bad puns into this, but I am not afraid to cut myself. Hell, if it were called for, I would even kill myself. I'm like Evel Knevel, without protective gear. I'm not afraid to take an abundance, a real big load, and go after it. That was my life growing up in Bakersfield. I grew up the freak. No one understood me. My friends and I wore black in the middle of ghetto high school in Bakersfield. I was called the freak by a bunch of guys that have probably been busted at the age of 13, for posession of cocaine, and marijuana. I was called an outcast by men who loved to beat their women. I was called a misfit by women who pregnant by the age of 15.
Now, I understand you come from a risky part of England. You were probably surrounded by the same thing I was. You know the anguish of being called those names by fellow classmen. You have the nerve to sell out on what you were to the same people that called you those horrendous names. You actually have the nerve to put yourself in the same category as men like Raven, or Sabu, or Necro Butcher, men who have literally cut themselves to get known. None of these guys were loved at the start. You actually have the goddamn nerve. I'm embarrassed to call you a professional wrestler. You would rather sell yourself to the fans at first, than have a deep hatred for them. You're a sellout, and in my eyes you're not the misfit you once were.
Speaking of cutting one's self, Azreal, we have a big test on our hands. We have a barbed-wire steel cage match. The only way you can win is to cut yourself by going over the barbed-wire. At one time I would think I would win this, but this time I;m not sure. Like I said, I'm fighting an equal. I'm fighting someone who can take the pain. But I will try my best to have EMO KID REIGN SUPREME.
(Emo kid sits back in deep thought)
HANNAH: (from another room)Honey, are you coming up here?
(Cameras fade to black, as Emo Kid Stares Blnkly)
