Post by Stone Zellor on Feb 18, 2007 9:18:41 GMT -5
[The scene opens back in the Zellor family apartment, where Stone and an unknown gentleman are standing and sitting in front of a computer respectively. The heating must be on seeing as both men are in jeans and tee shirts. Although Stone is looking particularly fly in his 'Without Me It's Just Aweso' top]
Stone:
Damnit, Clive, you said you could do video editin'!
Clive:
You're not giving me much to work with...
Stone:
If I can make this...
[He says reaching into his pocket, before pulling out his mp3 player]
::Roll 2.5" Video::
He surprises Richards with a hard Pimp slap!
He drags up Roberts, and hits a knee lift, then a clothesline!
"IT'S SLAMMY TIME, BITCHES!"
And Stone off the middle turnbuckle --- STATEN SPECIAL!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
::End 262,144 vibrant colours worth of video::
Stone:
Then a brain like you should be able to do better. C'mon!
Clive:
I repeat - you're not giving me much to work with. That twelve second clip basically sums up your last two or three matches.
[Pause]
Stone:
What am I payin' you for?
Clive:
I'm just saying--
Stone:
Get out! Take the money an' get out. I don't want you here no more, get out! Out! Out! Out!
[Pause]
Clive:
Okay.
[Clive exits promptly with fifty bucks in his hand as Rosie enters the apartment moments later. She sees Stone in front of that computer as a concerned look appears on her face]
Rosie:
You're not posting on that forum again are you?
Stone:
Nah. They made fun of my grammar way too much, ya know ... That just hurt.
Rosie:
I know, sweetums. I got you some Mad Dog though.
Stone:
Ooh.
Rosie:
'Orange Jubilee' flavour.
Stone:
Sweet.
[Stone grabs the bottle from the shopping bag, which Rosie was carrying but I forgot to mention, before sitting down at the breakfast bar. Rosie walks into the kitchen area, putting the bag down as the conversation continues]
Rosie:
We haven't seen each other a lot this week, have we?
Stone:
Nah, not really.
Rosie:
How have you been?
Stone:
Bad.
Rosie:
Why bad?
Stone:
This an' that, babe. There's too much playa hatin' at the top, ya know. Even Bob was hatin' what I represent.
Rosie:
The reporter?
Stone:
That's him. He was all like, "yeah, but D-X were good" and I was like, "that's the past, man" ... Then he just kept repeating himself. Kinda sad, really. Then me and Clint spent a few hours down the gym each day. An' now these geeks are takin' shots at me 'cause of the way I talk.
Rosie:
That does sound like a bad week.
Stone:
I know. I ain't even had a bottle of Mad Dog for days.
[Pause]
Rosie:
Ahem.
Stone:
Oh, thank you. Have you seen Clint around anywhere lately?
Rosie:
I think he's at the gym, but I don't know. Your Dad's downstairs complaining about something, I think I heard something about hot water. But I haven't seen Clint.
Stone:
Damnit. I gots to go and take a shower. I feel dirty.
Rosie:
Sure thing, sweetums. I'll just make you a sandwich for when you finish.
[But Stone walks away as the scene comes to an end with the oh-so-traditional fade to blac--]
"So cold!""
[Fade to black]
Stone:
Damnit, Clive, you said you could do video editin'!
Clive:
You're not giving me much to work with...
Stone:
If I can make this...
[He says reaching into his pocket, before pulling out his mp3 player]
::Roll 2.5" Video::
He surprises Richards with a hard Pimp slap!
He drags up Roberts, and hits a knee lift, then a clothesline!
"IT'S SLAMMY TIME, BITCHES!"
And Stone off the middle turnbuckle --- STATEN SPECIAL!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
BASEBALL SLIDE BY STONE!! HE KNOCKS RICHARDS TO THE FLOOR!
::End 262,144 vibrant colours worth of video::
Stone:
Then a brain like you should be able to do better. C'mon!
Clive:
I repeat - you're not giving me much to work with. That twelve second clip basically sums up your last two or three matches.
[Pause]
Stone:
What am I payin' you for?
Clive:
I'm just saying--
Stone:
Get out! Take the money an' get out. I don't want you here no more, get out! Out! Out! Out!
[Pause]
Clive:
Okay.
[Clive exits promptly with fifty bucks in his hand as Rosie enters the apartment moments later. She sees Stone in front of that computer as a concerned look appears on her face]
Rosie:
You're not posting on that forum again are you?
Stone:
Nah. They made fun of my grammar way too much, ya know ... That just hurt.
Rosie:
I know, sweetums. I got you some Mad Dog though.
Stone:
Ooh.
Rosie:
'Orange Jubilee' flavour.
Stone:
Sweet.
[Stone grabs the bottle from the shopping bag, which Rosie was carrying but I forgot to mention, before sitting down at the breakfast bar. Rosie walks into the kitchen area, putting the bag down as the conversation continues]
Rosie:
We haven't seen each other a lot this week, have we?
Stone:
Nah, not really.
Rosie:
How have you been?
Stone:
Bad.
Rosie:
Why bad?
Stone:
This an' that, babe. There's too much playa hatin' at the top, ya know. Even Bob was hatin' what I represent.
Rosie:
The reporter?
Stone:
That's him. He was all like, "yeah, but D-X were good" and I was like, "that's the past, man" ... Then he just kept repeating himself. Kinda sad, really. Then me and Clint spent a few hours down the gym each day. An' now these geeks are takin' shots at me 'cause of the way I talk.
Rosie:
That does sound like a bad week.
Stone:
I know. I ain't even had a bottle of Mad Dog for days.
[Pause]
Rosie:
Ahem.
Stone:
Oh, thank you. Have you seen Clint around anywhere lately?
Rosie:
I think he's at the gym, but I don't know. Your Dad's downstairs complaining about something, I think I heard something about hot water. But I haven't seen Clint.
Stone:
Damnit. I gots to go and take a shower. I feel dirty.
Rosie:
Sure thing, sweetums. I'll just make you a sandwich for when you finish.
[But Stone walks away as the scene comes to an end with the oh-so-traditional fade to blac--]
"So cold!""
[Fade to black]