Post by SLAM II on Aug 14, 2009 9:49:03 GMT -4
The scene opens up with Karson sitting in a lawn chair in the AWA parking lot, his feet are propped up on a blue cooler, and in his hand is a fifth of Jim Beam. He has a big stupid grin on his face as the camera comes towards him, he reaches behind his ear taking a joint out, he flips it into his mouth, then he lights its with a match that he strikes off his black boots.
-Karson- "Well how does it do fuckers? I tell you how I'm doing but it would only piss me off!"
Karson chuckles puffing on the joint he then twists the cap off the Beam bottle turns it up chugging for a second or two, then stops exhales the smoke from his lungs, and bleches.
-Karson- "And what better way to get pissed off then talking about my upcoming opponents, the shit nugget superstars of the AWA, and god damn it seems each one of them is gunning for someone else! Back and forth with their bullshit, cheap attacks from big ugly red monster retards, a couple drunks, and the champion"
Karson chuckles taking another drag from his joint.
-Karson- "Three shades of black mother fuckers! I'm going to be spitting fire and raising hell in that ring everyone is a target I ain't picky. Your all a bunch of niggers and well your local clans men is around to herd you filthy niggers back to the fields of unfreedom. I'm not the same Karson you use to know people, I'm mad and the reason is unknown I just hate you all"
Karson then jumps up knocking over the cooler beer spills out everywhere, he chucks his Jim Beam at the ground, tossing his joint, and then kicks his lawn chair.
-Karson- "Your all candidates for fucking suicide god dammit when you look me over as just some stoner! No hell no, I'm ready to change the field of play around here"
Karson paces around laughing to himself.
-Karson- "I'm sick of the same old faces in power around here, the same old stories, the same feeble mother fuckers making false attempts, and god damn I'm want me some fucking GOLD! I don't give two flying fucks about who or what gets in my way"
Karson kicks the air.
-Karson- "Fuck this I'm tired of all the fucking whiney bitches! Windsor, Jordan, Draven, and whoever wines about their life! God damn Jordan you selfabsorbed asshole I really do hope and pray every night before I sleep that you die in your sleep or better yet are killed in a horrible flaming car crash you stupid prick basturd!"
He chuckles now pulling his black dress shirt together buttoning it up.
-Karson- "Long hauls and close calls you mother fucker is all your in for! I'm a drunk mother fucker who dosen't care if you die! Eat shit cocksucker"
Karson then puts on his white raggedy cowboy hat turns to walk away but stops turns around grinning.
-Karson- "Simpley put....FUCK YOU!"
Karson gives a thumbs up and the middle finger, turns on his heels walking away.
-Karson- "Well how does it do fuckers? I tell you how I'm doing but it would only piss me off!"
Karson chuckles puffing on the joint he then twists the cap off the Beam bottle turns it up chugging for a second or two, then stops exhales the smoke from his lungs, and bleches.
-Karson- "And what better way to get pissed off then talking about my upcoming opponents, the shit nugget superstars of the AWA, and god damn it seems each one of them is gunning for someone else! Back and forth with their bullshit, cheap attacks from big ugly red monster retards, a couple drunks, and the champion"
Karson chuckles taking another drag from his joint.
-Karson- "Three shades of black mother fuckers! I'm going to be spitting fire and raising hell in that ring everyone is a target I ain't picky. Your all a bunch of niggers and well your local clans men is around to herd you filthy niggers back to the fields of unfreedom. I'm not the same Karson you use to know people, I'm mad and the reason is unknown I just hate you all"
Karson then jumps up knocking over the cooler beer spills out everywhere, he chucks his Jim Beam at the ground, tossing his joint, and then kicks his lawn chair.
-Karson- "Your all candidates for fucking suicide god dammit when you look me over as just some stoner! No hell no, I'm ready to change the field of play around here"
Karson paces around laughing to himself.
-Karson- "I'm sick of the same old faces in power around here, the same old stories, the same feeble mother fuckers making false attempts, and god damn I'm want me some fucking GOLD! I don't give two flying fucks about who or what gets in my way"
Karson kicks the air.
-Karson- "Fuck this I'm tired of all the fucking whiney bitches! Windsor, Jordan, Draven, and whoever wines about their life! God damn Jordan you selfabsorbed asshole I really do hope and pray every night before I sleep that you die in your sleep or better yet are killed in a horrible flaming car crash you stupid prick basturd!"
He chuckles now pulling his black dress shirt together buttoning it up.
-Karson- "Long hauls and close calls you mother fucker is all your in for! I'm a drunk mother fucker who dosen't care if you die! Eat shit cocksucker"
Karson then puts on his white raggedy cowboy hat turns to walk away but stops turns around grinning.
-Karson- "Simpley put....FUCK YOU!"
Karson gives a thumbs up and the middle finger, turns on his heels walking away.
