Post by syringe on Nov 22, 2007 15:44:12 GMT -6
(Camera fades in to Syringe sitting on a hospitial bed. You can see the arms and torso of a nurse behind him and she's finishing up stitches in the top of his head.)
Syringe: You see this Jake? I know you see this right? nWc you see this? This is what happens when someone knows they just aren't good enough. They have to attack you to try and weaken you so they can pray on your wounds and bruises in the ring. I should come out bitching and moaning and crying that the match should be postponed and blah blah blah. Then again I got balls.
(Syringe flinches as she finishes up the stitches and puts bandages over the wound.)
Nurse: There you go sweetheart.
Syringe: Thanks baby...
(Syringe winks at her and she just gives a bit of a nauseated look and walks away. His eyes lock onto her ass.)
Syringe: ...and there you go. Anyways, all I'm trying to say is Jake you look like a dick, but you're gonna get f**ked like a pussy. Anyone who is planning to cross my path is an assholes, because you'll get f**ked eventually. I mean at first we have an Arnold wannabe and now we have a creepy looking kidnapper. I feel the only reason he didn't touch Vertigo's daughter where she pee's is, because millions were watching at home. So as for this pedafile calling me fake I'm as fake as a Vango original. I think you and Big L feel you've had a touch of fame. You say I think I'm the best for beating Big L, but you and him seem to be the only ones bragging about it. Big was nothing but the first step to the top of the ladder of success. I agree Big L is dumb he has the maturity of a small child. Infact a small child could probably win in a match against him.
(Syringe chunkles at the thought.)
Syringe: Infact, you want entertainment that's definatly something you might want to set up.
(Syringe stands up and walks back out to the waiting room. He meets back up with Stacey.)
Stacey: He baby how did it go?
Syringe: SOB made me get 11 stitches.
Stacey: Awe, baby are you ok?
Syringe: I'm fine it's just a reminder on how much more I'll do to him. I mean I love how he calls me a clown, but thats what he uses to attract small kids at carnivals when he lures them into the portapotty. The only think you'll end my friend is your own career and maybe a child's innocense if you don't stop what you're doing in your spare time. I don't think you have to worry about Vertigo interfering. I can handle my own. Atleast I don't want no help from anyone. So if any of you punks have any bright ideas you'll be next. I don't want or need anyone's help. Now, I'm not saying I won't make friends, but right now the only thing I'm worried about is making my way to the top. If I have to run through pedafile's and mentally screwed up ogres to do it I'm game. If you like hitting people so much with foreign objects I don't see why we don't make this a No DQ or a hardcore match.
(They're now walking down into the subway on there way home. Syringe stops in the middle and takes a huge wif.)
Syringe: Mmm, smells like home.
Stacey: Speaking of home lets get you there and I'll draw you a hot bath and then head to bed...
Syringe: Sounds good but you're giving me a sponge bath and you need to get inbetween the crack of my ass I think I sharted.
(Camera fades out as they board the train.)
Syringe: You see this Jake? I know you see this right? nWc you see this? This is what happens when someone knows they just aren't good enough. They have to attack you to try and weaken you so they can pray on your wounds and bruises in the ring. I should come out bitching and moaning and crying that the match should be postponed and blah blah blah. Then again I got balls.
(Syringe flinches as she finishes up the stitches and puts bandages over the wound.)
Nurse: There you go sweetheart.
Syringe: Thanks baby...
(Syringe winks at her and she just gives a bit of a nauseated look and walks away. His eyes lock onto her ass.)
Syringe: ...and there you go. Anyways, all I'm trying to say is Jake you look like a dick, but you're gonna get f**ked like a pussy. Anyone who is planning to cross my path is an assholes, because you'll get f**ked eventually. I mean at first we have an Arnold wannabe and now we have a creepy looking kidnapper. I feel the only reason he didn't touch Vertigo's daughter where she pee's is, because millions were watching at home. So as for this pedafile calling me fake I'm as fake as a Vango original. I think you and Big L feel you've had a touch of fame. You say I think I'm the best for beating Big L, but you and him seem to be the only ones bragging about it. Big was nothing but the first step to the top of the ladder of success. I agree Big L is dumb he has the maturity of a small child. Infact a small child could probably win in a match against him.
(Syringe chunkles at the thought.)
Syringe: Infact, you want entertainment that's definatly something you might want to set up.
(Syringe stands up and walks back out to the waiting room. He meets back up with Stacey.)
Stacey: He baby how did it go?
Syringe: SOB made me get 11 stitches.
Stacey: Awe, baby are you ok?
Syringe: I'm fine it's just a reminder on how much more I'll do to him. I mean I love how he calls me a clown, but thats what he uses to attract small kids at carnivals when he lures them into the portapotty. The only think you'll end my friend is your own career and maybe a child's innocense if you don't stop what you're doing in your spare time. I don't think you have to worry about Vertigo interfering. I can handle my own. Atleast I don't want no help from anyone. So if any of you punks have any bright ideas you'll be next. I don't want or need anyone's help. Now, I'm not saying I won't make friends, but right now the only thing I'm worried about is making my way to the top. If I have to run through pedafile's and mentally screwed up ogres to do it I'm game. If you like hitting people so much with foreign objects I don't see why we don't make this a No DQ or a hardcore match.
(They're now walking down into the subway on there way home. Syringe stops in the middle and takes a huge wif.)
Syringe: Mmm, smells like home.
Stacey: Speaking of home lets get you there and I'll draw you a hot bath and then head to bed...
Syringe: Sounds good but you're giving me a sponge bath and you need to get inbetween the crack of my ass I think I sharted.
(Camera fades out as they board the train.)