Post by Carlton "The Freezing" Chills on Oct 28, 2008 23:52:15 GMT -6
--It is several years ago, on a dark gloomy night, outside an arena in a small town named Leonard stands a young teenage boy. A wrestling event has recent happened here, and the boys favorite wrestler has just performed, who is obviously Philip Burns by the "The Burning" T-Shirt he's wearing.--
Carlton: Wow, I can't believe that show! The Burning is so freaking awesome!
--The young man slowly walks away from the arena, his home isn't far away, and Leonard is not a big two by any means. He walks through the door of his house and immediately a beer bottle wizzes by his head, barely missing Carlton--
Father: Where the hell have you been? Were you at one of those stupid wresslin shows again!?
Carlton: Yes........**stammers** sir....
Father: Stupid little ****, when are you going to learn, that, that BS is all fake, it's like a g**d*** soap opera for virgin geeks!
Carlton: It's not fake.....
Father: horse ****, that's what did I just say!? Of course it's mother******* fake!
--Carlton lowers his head--
Father:...... what's the point of watching two grown men feel each other up? Huh? "The Story", if you want a g**d*** story go watch days of our lives... now get to your room..... we've got a long day ahead of us...
Carlton: W...w....w....we?
Father: What are you a retard.. dont' go around here stuttering like some down syndrome idiot...... yes we. I'm taking you to work with me, so you can see how real hard working men make a living, so you can stop watching those muscled up pussys touch each other.
--Carlton's father gets up and stammers toward Carlton, he reaches out and rips off his Burning shirt and backhands him accross the face before pointing down the hall, telling him to go to his room. C lowers his head and walks into the bed room. With tears in his eyes he looks around the room to all the Philip Burns posters on the wall. He falls to his knees and begins to silenty let out a few tears--
Carlton: No... you can't be fake... it can't be....... you're my hero!
--With that our scene fades away into nothingness--
Carlton: Wow, I can't believe that show! The Burning is so freaking awesome!
--The young man slowly walks away from the arena, his home isn't far away, and Leonard is not a big two by any means. He walks through the door of his house and immediately a beer bottle wizzes by his head, barely missing Carlton--
Father: Where the hell have you been? Were you at one of those stupid wresslin shows again!?
Carlton: Yes........**stammers** sir....
Father: Stupid little ****, when are you going to learn, that, that BS is all fake, it's like a g**d*** soap opera for virgin geeks!
Carlton: It's not fake.....
Father: horse ****, that's what did I just say!? Of course it's mother******* fake!
--Carlton lowers his head--
Father:...... what's the point of watching two grown men feel each other up? Huh? "The Story", if you want a g**d*** story go watch days of our lives... now get to your room..... we've got a long day ahead of us...
Carlton: W...w....w....we?
Father: What are you a retard.. dont' go around here stuttering like some down syndrome idiot...... yes we. I'm taking you to work with me, so you can see how real hard working men make a living, so you can stop watching those muscled up pussys touch each other.
--Carlton's father gets up and stammers toward Carlton, he reaches out and rips off his Burning shirt and backhands him accross the face before pointing down the hall, telling him to go to his room. C lowers his head and walks into the bed room. With tears in his eyes he looks around the room to all the Philip Burns posters on the wall. He falls to his knees and begins to silenty let out a few tears--
Carlton: No... you can't be fake... it can't be....... you're my hero!
--With that our scene fades away into nothingness--