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| Grave Dirt Wedding; Mercy & Sin vs Fire Spirits | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 16 2015, 03:07 PM (48 Views) | |
| Post #1 Dec 16 2015, 03:07 PM | Rob |
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[It is the dead of night when the scene opens inside of a cemetary, lit by the soft light of a travel lantern. Becky stands before the camera in a stylishly ripped up long shirt, tight black pants, and knee high boots. Alongside her is the taller and slightly slimmer Tracy Sin, who is sporting taped fists, a red Judas Priest shirt, black shorts, and hiking boots. We find them standing on either side of a large headstone. A piece of cardboard has been taped to it that reads, "HERE LIES ANGEL KASH - SHE DIED AS SHE LIVED, LIKE A BITCH." Becky's gaze smolders at the camera.] Becky: We thought Angel was our friend. She gave us lots of money to hurt people and that seems like a really friendly thing to do, right Tracykins? [Tracy growls.] Tracy: ....Fuck her rotten corpse... Becky: Right so we are gathered here for the funeral of Angel Kash. So rich that she could have been anything she wanted to be, but chose to die tragically with no friends in the bowels of Pittsburgh. I'd shed a tear, but all I ever asked for was to invite me to one of her lavish parties or let us into that locker room of hers that's now occupied by that scrub, Erica Toughill! Tracy: Rip her toes off ontop of a hill.... Becky: ...and now we gotta' go face Hannah Kristian and some wierd Asian chick. Fine by me. We'll rip 'em apart, ain't that right Tracykins? Tracy: BLEED THE PIGS DRY AND SOAK THEM IN THEIR OWN PISS!!! Becky: Gross... I LIKE IT!!! [Becky giggles madly.] Becky: It's sad that we can't be friends Hannah. We let you kill the wicked bitch of the west. What more of a peace offering could you ask for? [She then sighs and shakes her head sadly.] Becky: So we beat you up a little, so what? Why let your camouflage thong get all twisted into a knot and come after us? We did you a favor! Angel Kash was nothing without Mercy & Sin doing her dirty work! Tracy: Nothing but a nothing... a nothing... A NOTH...INGGGGGG!!! Becky: But oh well, we'll step into the ring and we'll murder you and then after we murder you... [Becky pulls a shovel from behind the head stone, which looks to have fresh dirt on it.] Becky: We'll dig a nice little hole next to Angel Kash here, put you in it, and give you a long overdue funeral procession. [She then gives a nod to Tracy and bows her head. Tracy pulls out a rather worn and beat up looking bible.] Tracy: Ahem... DEARLY BELOVED, WE ARE GATHERED HERE ON THIS DAY TO WITNESS THE UNION OF... [Becky looks over at Tracy with a quirked brow. Tracy, realizing she's reading the wrong passage, quickly paraphrases it.] Tracy: ...ANGEL KASH AND THE DIRT IN HOLY MATRIMONY WHICH IS A NATURAL ESTATE THAT IS NOT TO BE ENTERED INTO UNADVISEDLY OR LIGHTLY BUT REVERENTLY AND SOBERLY. [Ms. Mercy fights hard to keep a straight face as Tracy continues on with this bastardized reading.] Tracy: INTO THIS ESTATE, THESE TWO ENTITIES PRESENT COME NOW TO BE JOINED. IF ANYONE CAN SHOW JUST CAUSE WHY THEY MAY NOT BE LAWFULLY JOINED TOGETHER, SPEAK NOW... [Tracy then slams the book shut] Tracy: ....OR SHUT UP!!!! [The Camera pans to find a drunk man who is laying with his back against a headstone, covered in filth and tattered clothes. He holds up his whiskey bottle and then takes a quick swig of it with tears in his eyes.] Drunk Cemetary Bum: ...Daaasss da mosh beau...bea-...be... prettiesht wedding I've ever been to! [Becky Mercy manages to stifle her laughter, just barely. She then looks at Tracy.] Tracy: ...I don't read the bible... ok?! [It was at that moment that Becky falls to the ground kicking and laughing. Tracy just grumbles and tosses the bible over her shoulder. From there, we fade to black with the sound of Becky's laughter and the bum's hands clapping the only thing we hear.] |
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