Post by Tia Harribel on May 8, 2011 17:23:04 GMT -4
The scene opens onto Derek Wellings at a bar, his face on it's side, drool comming out of his mouth, and flies around his head. He's not moving, breathing or blinking. His wife walks over with an tape record and plays Reveille. The other bar patrons look at them. Derek blinks a few times and sits up.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Wakey wakey First Sergeant. You've passed out for almost three hours, most of the other bikers have awoken. Come on, we're only half way to the south, since that's where you want to go.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Sorry, when I hear George Thorogood And The Destroyers I've GOT to drink alone... which is exactly what did when I heard that song playing... sorry. But I did just checked out that Tyler Vaughn's most recent promo. Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
If you want to call corruption of youth with drugs and alcohol flattery, then yes. Yes it is flattery.
Derek finally moves his head and his flesh peels off the counter. Several coins are stuck to his face, along with permanent black marker drawnings of a flacid penis by his mouth and "Peanis" written on his forehead. Michelle blankly stares at him, but chooses not to inform him. The bikers snicker behind him. He looks back at them.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Yeah that's right, when I see Tyler Vaughn, I'm going to introduce myself as...
Derek clears his throat for a sub-par impersonation of Chris Hansen
*** Derek Wellings ***
Chris Hansen. Please, everybody take a seat. Take a seat please.
Everyone does as told, and then look at one another, not believing they just did hat Derek said to do. He laughs loudly a moment.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Oh that's just too good. Once again, I get the SAME exact words, coincendently from everyone who has faced me for the first. I don't got any amount of respect for you whatsoever, you're so far below me that you're giving me oral sex, you're thinking too far into the future, yata, yata, yata. Glad to see people tap the well of originality, absolutely dry. Tyler might have been the best son of a gun in Aslyum, but I see no gold on him, and I know his retort will contain "I don't need championships to validate I am the most dominant man here in APW's Asylum" montra.
While I give a lot of credit for getting into my mind, I've got to subtract points for not having the spine to serve, especially in a time of war. He's good, he has room to improve, but he's still got a long road ahead of him if he plans to beat me one on one.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
He's not a slooch. They guy hasn't been successful because he's some slacker up to some crazy shinanigans unlike you;
*** Derek Wellings ***
[/b]*** Michelle Wellings ***
Wakey wakey First Sergeant. You've passed out for almost three hours, most of the other bikers have awoken. Come on, we're only half way to the south, since that's where you want to go.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Sorry, when I hear George Thorogood And The Destroyers I've GOT to drink alone... which is exactly what did when I heard that song playing... sorry. But I did just checked out that Tyler Vaughn's most recent promo. Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
If you want to call corruption of youth with drugs and alcohol flattery, then yes. Yes it is flattery.
Derek finally moves his head and his flesh peels off the counter. Several coins are stuck to his face, along with permanent black marker drawnings of a flacid penis by his mouth and "Peanis" written on his forehead. Michelle blankly stares at him, but chooses not to inform him. The bikers snicker behind him. He looks back at them.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Yeah that's right, when I see Tyler Vaughn, I'm going to introduce myself as...
Derek clears his throat for a sub-par impersonation of Chris Hansen
*** Derek Wellings ***
Chris Hansen. Please, everybody take a seat. Take a seat please.
Everyone does as told, and then look at one another, not believing they just did hat Derek said to do. He laughs loudly a moment.
*** Derek Wellings ***
Oh that's just too good. Once again, I get the SAME exact words, coincendently from everyone who has faced me for the first. I don't got any amount of respect for you whatsoever, you're so far below me that you're giving me oral sex, you're thinking too far into the future, yata, yata, yata. Glad to see people tap the well of originality, absolutely dry. Tyler might have been the best son of a gun in Aslyum, but I see no gold on him, and I know his retort will contain "I don't need championships to validate I am the most dominant man here in APW's Asylum" montra.
While I give a lot of credit for getting into my mind, I've got to subtract points for not having the spine to serve, especially in a time of war. He's good, he has room to improve, but he's still got a long road ahead of him if he plans to beat me one on one.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
He's not a slooch. They guy hasn't been successful because he's some slacker up to some crazy shinanigans unlike you;
*** Derek Wellings ***
Oh leave me and my shinanigans alone. My shinanigans are fun and cheeky and usually leave people in stitches from laughing. Everyone elses shinanigans are cruel and tragic as far as I'm concerned when it comes to shinanigans.
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Stop saying shinanigans Derek, I'm not quoting Super Troopers for you.
Derek frowns a moment, and gives up on that. He peels the coinage off his face and toss it to the bar host for his hospitality.
*** Derek Wellings ***[/b]
Yeah I know. It's just going to be fun to poop on this guys parade. When he finds out he's not all that he can be, and sees what the difference between strong and army strong is, he'll bow his head in humility like the low life civilian he is, and step out graciously. I am Asylums next big thing, I hate being full of myself but I know my superior training is better than his servere addiction to drunks and alcohol. What can I say? Either way hold on babe, I gotta leave a leak before we get going.
Derek walks over to the rest room, the lights are out. He speaks loudly wondering where the light is. The moment turns it on, he gets pushed out the door and fifty men begin running out. Some of them are half naked, clearly having an orgy in the bathroom. Michelle runs to the side of the bar, and the men run past Derek. Few of them slap his arms and butt as they run out of the bar. After the last man leaves. Derek, freaked out looks around to realize where he's been drinking.
*** Derek Wellings ***[/b]
'Chelle... I think we should leave...
*** Michelle Wellings ***
Okay... it took you this long to realize where you are now?
*** Derek Wellings ***[/b]
Don't ask, just do what I say... please... I got to get ready for Tyler Vaughn, and begin my climb to the top of Asylum...
Derek walks out quickly, grabbing Michelle by her arm. She follows him out, and as they head to his truck, he stops a moment and looks at her.
*** Derek Wellings ***[/b]
I think one of those queens stole my wallet...
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