| Second Training Session; Jason Storm/Kid Disturbed/A+ 5/6/2007 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 7 2008, 05:28 PM (391 Views) | |
| Harmony | Feb 7 2008, 05:28 PM Post #1 |
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Gogz once fucked a ginger
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The scene opens to Fuel and I standing around. Theres trees and shit in the background. Thats it for now. Fuel: You really think this training session was an improvement over the first one? Storm: Yeah... Fuel: I don't see how, considering you set the gym on fire. The camera pans out and firefighters are shown fighting the blazing gym. Firetrucks and hoses and dalmations are all over the place. Fuel: How'd you do this again? Storm: I don't know, something about imflamable acuttly being flamable, what the fuck is up with that? Fuel: Ugh, now where are we going to train? I shrug my shoulders and Fuel looks around annoyed. Fuel: Well, lets get the hell out of here, before they find out it was you who did this. Storm: Good idea. Fuel and I walk away as the scene fades out. The scene fades back in and Fuel and I are in the park. Birds chirping, squirrels humping and little old people feeding the ducks. I'm stretching out my legs as Fuel has me running another ten miles. Fuel taps me on the shoulder. Fuel: Yo, isn't that Atkie? Fuel points to a guy who looks familiar to Atkie. Fuel: YO, ATKIE! And it is indeed Atkie. He walks over to us. And gets right into my face. Atkie: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Storm: Holy shit man, what the hell did you eat, dog shit? Atkie: No, I had some of your sister's pussy. I get pissed off. Storm: Whatch you say about my sister. Atkie licks his lips. Atkie: Her pussy was so good, espcailly with some duck sauce all over it. Storm: You old peice of shit, she's half your damn age... Out of nowhere appears my sister. Storm's Sister: Eh, it's true, he did eat me out last night and we did have Chinese. Storm: What the fuck? Fuel: Wow... There's an akward silence and my sister walks away. Fuel: Alright guys, stop this shit, you guys are teammates, Atkie no more eating out Jason's sister and Storm, no more Chinese food. Now go run. I stare down Atkie abit more, before starting my ten mile run. Fuel: Did you really do that to his sister? Atkie: Hell no, I payed her to say that, I just wanted to see his reaction. And do you think I really want to go to jail? Fuel: You have problems. Atkie: I know... Atkie walks away with his head held low. The scene fades out. The scene fades back in and Fuel and I are in my kitchen. Fuel goes into my fridge and pulls out the carton of eggs. Storm: Alright, omelets... Fuel: I'm not making omelets, you idiot. Fuel grabs a cup and he cracks an egg over the side of the cup and dumps it in there. Storm: Scrambled eggs...? Fuel: No. Fuel cracks another egg into the cup and he slides the cup down to me. Fuel: Drink it... Storm: You gotta be kidding me... Fuel: Do it, it's good for you. I do it all the time. Storm: Then you drink it. Fuel: Can't, doctor put me on a strict diet, no eggs, or dairy products. Now drink... Storm: Ugh fine... I slurp down the two raw eggs and nearly gag to death. Fuel starts to laugh. Fuel: Oh man, I can't believe you did that, thats so disgusting. Storm: Aw fuck you. Fuel: Oh man, I would never do that. Storm: It wasn't that bad. Fuel: Don't lie, yes it was. Storm: Oh my god, it tasted like crap. If you ever make me do that again, I swear... Fuel: Alright chill man, I won't make you do it again, but seriously you have to focus, these last two training sessions have been useless. You have a huge chance on Meltdown to become a double champion and I want to make sure your on the top of your game. And then next week is War Games. Storm: Holy shit, its next week already? Fuel: You gotta be kidding me... Storm: I am... Fuel: Ugh, anyway, we really have to start training harder, Meltdown is in four days, so I'll see you 5 A.M. tommorow morning. Storm: Alright bro, cya tommorow. Fuel: You better be ready. Storm: Don't worry, I will be. Fuel: Alright...later. Fuel heads out and I plop down on the couch and flip on the TV. I know Fuel is looking out for my best intensions, but what could a guy who's going in for neck surgery possibley do for me? I look over at the clock, fuck its tweleve thirty already, I guess I better head off to bed, since my freakin training starts at five in the morning. I turn the TV off and head up to bed as the scene fades out. |
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| Harmony | Feb 7 2008, 05:34 PM Post #2 |
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Gogz once fucked a ginger
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As I am about to pull her shirt off, and FINALLY get a look at Rosie's tits, I am rudely, and quite suddenly awoken from my dream. [size=6]WAKE UP DAWG![/size] I violently jump up out of bed, ready to kick the shit out of some people, when I realize that it's A+. How the fuck did he get in my house?!?!? Storm: Um, how in the HELL did you get in here, Plus?!?! Plus: Fuel said ya wuz uh tough one ta whip in shape, an' he asked me, Kid, Atkie, an' Chuck ta see what we could do wit yo' ass! Now git up boy, cuz we iz about ta do some training! Don't make me come ovah there bitch... Storm: I just blankly stare at Plus, not quite sure if I am still dreaming. I realize it's no0 dream, when he reaches out and slaps me like he's my pimp! Storm: OW! WHAT THE FUCK MAN!??? Plus: I told yo' ass ya didn't wants me ta come over there! Now hurry up, an' git some damn werk out gear on! And splash some cold water on yo' shit, dawg! I don' know what ya wuz thinking about, nor do I care about yo' fantasies dat ya gots about hermaphrodites.... and shit. Just hurry up...... Plus walks out, as I stare down and realize I have a boner big enough to gag a British chick I talk to online. Must be residuals from that dream about Rosie..... Minutes later, I stroll out in my work out gear, still rubbing sleep from my eyes. I see Kid looking at one of my "Big and Beautiful" porns, his face showing a constant look as if he's about to spew, with each flip of the page. Must not appreciate the larger women. I look over to the other side of the room, where the one and only Charles Everton stares at pictures of my Ma and family on the wall, holding his right arm behind his back, in a typical stuffy, British, way. Disgusted is the only way to describe his mannerism as he looks at Aunt Jolene in her bikini. Can't say I blame him, since she is a rather large woman, and she is in a bikini. My Ma insisted I put it up there, now that she's dead. Sometimes I hate her.... My glance falls towards the front door, where Plus is leaning, staring at his watch. He hears my footsteps, and looks up, and smirks, which can only mean I am in for a world of shit. He pushes himself off the wall with a foot, and starts to walk towards me. There is one person conspicuous in his absence... Storm: *Yawn* Where's Atkie? Before Plus can even answer, I am damn near blown off my feet with a knife edge chop that only one person can deliver like that! As I try and catch my breath, doubling over from the slap, I can hear Plus through the ringing in my ears. Plus: That answer yo question, dawg?! As I slowly stand up, still trying to force air into my lungs, Atkie greets me as only Atkie can. He gets in my face, and I can clearly smell his "morning after a night of partying and sexin" breath. Atkie: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Atkie just grins, and turns towards the door, as Plus grabs my arm, and drags me behind him, motioning for Charles to follow. Kid stays seated, his hand covering his mouth, as he tries his damndest not to vomit. Plus: KID! Yo dawg, let's go! Kid snaps from his trance, and puts the mag down, and heads towards the door, as Plus drags my still half-sleeping ass out behind him. Charles waits for Kid. I can hear Chuck, as he and Kid exit the house, shutting the door behind them in the cool morning air. Charles: Bloody Hell! Did you see that...that, Sasquatch he had on his wall, Disturbed?!?! God save the Queen, it was horrid! Man, I can feel this may just turn out to be the most fun i have had in a while...... |
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| Harmony | Feb 7 2008, 05:37 PM Post #3 |
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Gogz once fucked a ginger
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The scene opens inside of Charles Everton's mansion, decked out in British stuff. Plus, Atkie and Kid are sitting in Everton's living room. Kid is walking around with a raging boner. Kid: Guys, guys, who am I? Kid struts around. Plus and Atkie are laughing. Plus: Yo, Storm, dawg. Kid starts to laugh to. I walk into the living room. Kid: Hey, Storm guess who I am? Storm: Hahahahaha, boner jokes, can't ya let it go? I sink into the couch with a frustrated look on my face. Plus: Relax dawg, we just bustin on ya. Everton walks out from the kitchen. Everton: Where in the bloody hell is that cucumber I left for my salad? Kid: Sorry, hero. Kid pulls the cucumber out of his pants. Everton looks disgusted. Everton: You know what? Keep it. Kid shrugs his shoulders and sticks it back down his pants. Everton walks back into the kitchen muttering something about the damn yankees. Storm: You like pretending you have a dick that big? Kid: I don't have to pretend, I just don't get boners in front of guys. Atkie stands up with a sickening look on his face. Atkie: Alright, I dont' know what all this boner talk is about, but we have business to take care off. Storm: If I hear about War Games again, i'm gonna snap. Atkie gets right into my face. Storm: Please don't Wooo again. Atkie: I'm not gonna woo again, but what the hell is wrong with you? War Games is a huge match and you should be honored your even on this team. We choose you because you are gifted and now your not taking this seriously. We need to discuss stragtey, we need to discuss how to handle Team Karisma and if you don't want to be apart of this team, then there's the door. Storm: I do want to be apart of this team, but whenever someone says, lets discuss this or that, no ever discussing anything and the scene fades out. There's an akward silence and Atkie is still in my face. He looks around and then back at me. Atkie: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I shoot up off the couch. Storm: Aw damn it, you did it. Atkie, Kid and Plus start laughing, I go and stand up agaisnt the wall. Plus: Yo man, this time its gonna be different, so let's go, we needa discuss our game plan and shit. Everton, homie, get yo ass in here. Everton walks out from the kitchen. Plus: Alright, yo, so at Nemesis...The scene fades out. |
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| Harmony | Feb 7 2008, 05:53 PM Post #4 |
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The scene fades back in… Plus: “And I think that gots to be our strategy, a’ight?” Storm shakes his head disappointedly. Storm: “You’re fucking kidding me, right?” Plus: “What?” Storm: “YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING! Christ, as soon as the scene faded out, you just sat back in your chair and went to sleep for 30 minutes! Kid here started doing push-ups. Atkie spent 30 minutes trying to hold up his saggy old-man breasts. And Charles sang Rule Britannia 6 fucking times in a row!” Kid: “And what exactly did you do for 30 minutes, Jase? Why didn’t you stop us?” Storm: “I…uhhhh…I…” Charles: “Yes? Come on, spit it out, rapscallion!” Storm: “Well……I had to get rid of that boner somehow…” The remaining four guys all recoil in disgust. Plus: “C’mon, man! What the fuck be wrong with y’all? I swear…you was thinkin’ ‘bout any of our mommas, then us four is gon’ train for War Games by beatin’ y’all like a fat kid beats a piñata, ya feel me?” Atkie: “Especially not my momma, boy!” Kid: “Umm…Atkie, your momma’s been dead for 6 years now…” Atkie: “Oh yeah…” Plus: “So? Homie might be into that Katie Vick shit…” Charles: “Bloody hell, Plus!” Plus: “What? I’m just sayin’ that maybe Jase likes ‘em hard, blue and smellin’ of formaldehyde…” Kid: “Yeah, like the Undertaker’s dick!” With that, the other four all fall totally silent and stare at Kid. Kid looks slightly embarrassed for a moment, then tries to deflect attention. Kid: “Hey, at least I’m not getting’ hard over Atkie’s dead momma!” Atkie: “You sick son-of-a…” With that, he makes to go for Storm, who leaps up and hides behind Kid. Storm: “I’m not! I’M NOT!!!” Charles and Plus finally pull Atkie away from him and calm him down. Charles: “I think we’ve become a little sidetracked here, gentlemen. Perhaps we might get on better, if I put forward a suggestion for War Games…” Scene fades… Storm: “AW , COME ON!!!” |
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| Harmony | Feb 7 2008, 06:03 PM Post #5 |
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Storm: Alright, thats it i'm leaving... Everton: No, stay, we're gonna have tea and crumpets soon. Storm: How many British cliches could there possibly be? Everton: Well, I haven't brushed my teeth in weeks. Storm: Ugh...alright, i'm personally sick of the all the boner jokes, Atkie Woooooing in my face, and the god damn scene fading out, why does that keep happening, in face how the hell is that even possible. Now Charles, you were about to say something. Everton: Well, at Nemesis, I suggest that we... Kid: ...And the scene fades out. I shoot Kid a hard glare. Plus and Atkie are laughing. Kid: Sorry, I had to. Storm: Contuine, Chuck. Everton: Ok, now we have to go about War Games in a smart way... Atkie: No shit... Everton: Hey, do you wanna explain it? Atkie: I would, but I don't know your stupid game plan. Everton: Anyway, whichever one of us draws first goes in there... All of a sudden the doorbell rings. Everton: Excuse me gentleman, my package is here. Plus: I'm sure Jase can help ya with that one, dawg. Everton gets up to answer the door. Storm: What did I say about the boner jokes? Plus: Yo, you jus said you was sick of dem, you didn't say to stop. Storm: Well, stop! Everton comes back into the living room holding a package. He sets it down on the coffee table. Kid: Whatchya order? Everton opens the box and pulls out a picture frame. He looks at it and smiles and then turns it towards us. Everton: Its a picture of the Queen. Kid: Don't you already got one of those? Everton: Yeah, but this ones going in my kitchen. I'm gonna go hang it now. Storm: No, your not, your gonna finish explaining your War Games plan. Plus: Look, dawg, you know none of us aren't ever gonna discuss it without getting sidetracked, so jus let it go. And besides we all are betta then Team Karisma combined. We got this man, War Games is ours. Atkie shoots out from his chair. Atkie: You know what this means!? Everyone looks at each other and then back at Atkie confused. Atkie slumps back down into his chair, dissapointed that no one is as enthusastic as he is, theres silence. Kid: Aren't you gonna tell us? Atkie: Tell you what? Kid: You said, 'you know what this means', and then you sat down. Atkie: Oh yeah, lets go to the strip club. Kid: Sounds good to me. Plus: Yeah, lets get outta here, this house beginning to smell, dawg. Everton: Bloody hell... Kid: Let's just hope Jason doesn't get a boner and poke the stripper in the eye. Storm: Yeah, lets hope not. The five of us, get up and leave Chuck's house. The scene fades out. |
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| Harmony | Feb 7 2008, 06:06 PM Post #6 |
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As I walk into the strip joint, behind Kid, Atkie, and Plus, but in front of Everton, I immediately see that the place is what you'd call a classy joint. Man, these motherfuckers know how to party! Atkie walks up to the big black bouncer, and shakes hands with him, as two of the strippers immediately come over to hang on the old son of a bitch. He motions for us other four to follow him and the bouncer, and we all make our way over to a private, roped off section. It's in full view of the main stage, but segrigated from the rest of the bar enough that we won't be disturbed. The bouncer un-hooks the velvet rope, and Atkie slides into a booth, the girls following behind him, cuddling up and kissing on his neck. Kid sits down on one of the wall couches, as does Plus. Everton, who looks a little out of place I might add, seats himself at a small table in the VIP area, and I sit across from him. Kid gets my eye, and yells something out to me over the music. Kid: What you drinking, Storm?! If we are to train you, then we are gonna train you old school style! All I can do is chuckle, and reply, as Plus and Kid bump knuckles, obviously prepared to show me how they "train", as a very fine waitress comes into the VIP area. Storm: I'll take a Miller Lite! I don't like the look on Kid and Plus' face when I tell them I'll have a Miller Lite. Kid motions for the waitress to bend over, and he whispers in her ear. She smiles, as she slyly looks my way, and Kid slides some sort of money into her cleavage. She slinks mine and Everton's way, and she winks at me, as she walks by, sliding her finger under my chin, with an "evil" grin. Before I can get up to ask what Kid told her, I am forced back down into my chair by a very busty red head. She starts to do her thing, and I sheepishly sit back, and enjoy the show, as Atkie looks over at me, and smiles, his mouth forming a silent "Wooo!" as his girls continue to maul him. Everton just looks on in his usual stuffy, British manner, as the waitress makes her way back with a tray full of drinks. |
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