You Haven't Seen Gross Yet [MDE #2]
Nov 19, 2014 14:02:20 GMT
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Post by Jack Owyns on Nov 19, 2014 14:02:20 GMT
[Camera On]
Jack sits with his feet up in a sofa recliner, laptop resting in his lap. He holds a glass in his left hand and pushes play on the video screen of his laptop. He watches Liz Smalls' two MDE entry. The video ends as Jack completely finishes his drink, then hurls it at the wall and launches himself from the chair.
“YOU’RE FUCKIN’ RETARDED! HOLY FUCK, FULL-BLOWN RETARDED!”
Jack slams his laptop on the floor and then lifts the heel of his foot and continuously stomps on the laptop until it lays in pieces below him.
“First thing… FIRST THING, Liz Smalls.”
“I hate to fuckin' reply, but listening to you explain yourself, why you are going to win, GOD, do you have a clue? You're going run, eh? That's a part of what your fuckin' plan is? Well, run, Liz; run your goddamn heart out. 'Cause think, really think about it... Guess who's fuckin' going to tire out first. Shit, let's look at the fuckin' stats. YES, that's what I thought; you will, BITCH. And seriously, ask yourself this, Liz, you unintelligent fool, where exactly are you going to run to, huh? The ring, you fuckin' genius, is 20' x 20'. What do you think, that it will be like the clowns at the circus, and I’m just going to fuckin' chase you in circles trying to catch you? COME ON! I'll stand and watch you run; run your cold, rich bitch heart out. AND THEN, LIZ, once you tire, I'm going to grab you by your hair and punch you over and over with closed fists. Might even drive a few fuckin’ knees into that nose of yours; give you a pig nose. YES, that’s what I am going to do.”
Jack pauses, looking away from the camcorder.
"Oh, yes," Jack directs his attention back. "Liz, I know a weakness you fuckin' have. Your biggest weakness... Oddball, grab the camera. FUCKIN' GRAB IT! HURRY UP, I DON’T WANT TO WASTE ANYMORE TIME ON THIS PIECE OF SHIT THAN I HAVE TO."
Jack moves, walking into the bathroom. The light is off, and you can hear him rustling around inside. He emerges, holding a bunch of bathroom supplies and walks to the patio.
"I'm fuckin' gross, eh? Isn't that what you said? GA-GROSS!? Liz, how do you plan to beat me if you won't even fuckin' touch me? Huh? Don’t you have some sort of stuck up, snobbish pride?"
Jack shows a stick of deodorant.
"Deodorant? Don't fuckin' need this. I'm going to go natural and work up a sweat every day... Let the stench of BO actually fuckin' stink up."
Jack chucks the deodorant over the balcony. He then picks up the body soap.
"Not going to fuckin' shower either! NOPE! I wanna make sure this stench smells fuckin’ strong, Liz. Just for you."
He throws the body soap over, and then picks out his toothbrush and toothpaste.
"Don't need this either!"
He tosses both over, then shows a roll of toilet paper.
"Don't plan to wipe my ass either after I fuckin' shit myself!"
He throws the toilet paper, and then throws everything else over the balcony.
"Oh, and Liz, this is the best fuckin' part. Right before our match, I'm going to find the dirtiest CRACK WHORE I CAN FIND... And let her rub herself all over my entire body. And you are right, I won't be able to keep my hands off you. These fingers are going to touch you all over. YES! Your mouth, your hair, your legs, your arms, those ugly nails you’re so proud of. Hey Liz, by the way, they look like shit. Might even take my hand, put it down my pants after I shit myself, and with a shit hand, slap you right across the face. I’ll take your head and shove it in my armpit so you can smell that body odor. I’m going to scar you for life."
Jack walks up to the camera, getting his face as close to the lens as he can. He smirks.
“You are done for, LIZ. FUCKIN’ DONE FOR!”
Jack rips the camera from Oddballs' hands, and chucks it towards the ground.
[Camera Off]
Jack sits with his feet up in a sofa recliner, laptop resting in his lap. He holds a glass in his left hand and pushes play on the video screen of his laptop. He watches Liz Smalls' two MDE entry. The video ends as Jack completely finishes his drink, then hurls it at the wall and launches himself from the chair.
“YOU’RE FUCKIN’ RETARDED! HOLY FUCK, FULL-BLOWN RETARDED!”
Jack slams his laptop on the floor and then lifts the heel of his foot and continuously stomps on the laptop until it lays in pieces below him.
“First thing… FIRST THING, Liz Smalls.”
“I hate to fuckin' reply, but listening to you explain yourself, why you are going to win, GOD, do you have a clue? You're going run, eh? That's a part of what your fuckin' plan is? Well, run, Liz; run your goddamn heart out. 'Cause think, really think about it... Guess who's fuckin' going to tire out first. Shit, let's look at the fuckin' stats. YES, that's what I thought; you will, BITCH. And seriously, ask yourself this, Liz, you unintelligent fool, where exactly are you going to run to, huh? The ring, you fuckin' genius, is 20' x 20'. What do you think, that it will be like the clowns at the circus, and I’m just going to fuckin' chase you in circles trying to catch you? COME ON! I'll stand and watch you run; run your cold, rich bitch heart out. AND THEN, LIZ, once you tire, I'm going to grab you by your hair and punch you over and over with closed fists. Might even drive a few fuckin’ knees into that nose of yours; give you a pig nose. YES, that’s what I am going to do.”
Jack pauses, looking away from the camcorder.
"Oh, yes," Jack directs his attention back. "Liz, I know a weakness you fuckin' have. Your biggest weakness... Oddball, grab the camera. FUCKIN' GRAB IT! HURRY UP, I DON’T WANT TO WASTE ANYMORE TIME ON THIS PIECE OF SHIT THAN I HAVE TO."
Jack moves, walking into the bathroom. The light is off, and you can hear him rustling around inside. He emerges, holding a bunch of bathroom supplies and walks to the patio.
"I'm fuckin' gross, eh? Isn't that what you said? GA-GROSS!? Liz, how do you plan to beat me if you won't even fuckin' touch me? Huh? Don’t you have some sort of stuck up, snobbish pride?"
Jack shows a stick of deodorant.
"Deodorant? Don't fuckin' need this. I'm going to go natural and work up a sweat every day... Let the stench of BO actually fuckin' stink up."
Jack chucks the deodorant over the balcony. He then picks up the body soap.
"Not going to fuckin' shower either! NOPE! I wanna make sure this stench smells fuckin’ strong, Liz. Just for you."
He throws the body soap over, and then picks out his toothbrush and toothpaste.
"Don't need this either!"
He tosses both over, then shows a roll of toilet paper.
"Don't plan to wipe my ass either after I fuckin' shit myself!"
He throws the toilet paper, and then throws everything else over the balcony.
"Oh, and Liz, this is the best fuckin' part. Right before our match, I'm going to find the dirtiest CRACK WHORE I CAN FIND... And let her rub herself all over my entire body. And you are right, I won't be able to keep my hands off you. These fingers are going to touch you all over. YES! Your mouth, your hair, your legs, your arms, those ugly nails you’re so proud of. Hey Liz, by the way, they look like shit. Might even take my hand, put it down my pants after I shit myself, and with a shit hand, slap you right across the face. I’ll take your head and shove it in my armpit so you can smell that body odor. I’m going to scar you for life."
Jack walks up to the camera, getting his face as close to the lens as he can. He smirks.
“You are done for, LIZ. FUCKIN’ DONE FOR!”
Jack rips the camera from Oddballs' hands, and chucks it towards the ground.
[Camera Off]
