Post by jerri on Apr 19, 2009 7:57:27 GMT -5
[Jerri is preparing for her match against Sarah at Gluttons For Punishment, she doesn’t seem the least bit phased by Axl. Scatman is dressed up in one of those inflatable sumo costumes and is acting as her punching bag. There are teeth marks and tears from her fingernails all over the suit and Scatman seems more than a little worse for wear.]
Scatman: I’m glad I drank that bottle of strawberry wine before doing this. Why the hell do I always have to be the punching bag?
Jerri: Christian St. Christians has piercings all over his body under that gimp suit, and despite what I’d like to do I have keep in perfect shape for this match against Sarah. I’m going to tear her limb from limb once and for all.
Scatman: Just from the look in your eyes I respect Sarah’s guts for fighting you so many times. Then again, she does have the supple, flexible, tight little bo…
Jerri: You’ve got drool pouring out your.
[She slaps the taste out of his mouth.]
Scatman: Sorry.
[Jerri talks whilst driving hooks into Scatman’s belly.]
Jerri: I hope you like black and blue women, she is going to get the beating of her lifetime.
Scatman: Funnily enough, I do.
[Jerri sits back on a bench and wipes sweat off herself with a moldy old towel.]
Jerri: Take five.
[Scatman shuffles closer to her.]
Scatman: Give me a hand with this thing will ya?
Jerri: No. You should wrestle in that thing.
[Scatman frowns. He cranes his neck forward and spits on her shoes.]
Scatman: Bitch.
[Christian St. Christian walks in carrying Scatman’s Japanese Sex Doll.]
Scatman: Hey, help me out of this God damn fucking piece of shit sumo costume you puss eyed corn filled shit vomit!
CSC: No. Hey, do you still use this sex doll thing? I want to crush it with some steel toe capped boots.
Scatman: I bought another twenty of them, knock yourself out. Whatever makes your sides split. But only if you help me out of this suit first!
[St. Christian rolls his eyes and zips him free.]
Scatman: I don’t care how much money you paid for this Jerri, it’s getting crammed down the God damn paper shredder!
Jerri: Aw, I was gonna fill it full of bowling balls and push it down the stairs on top of Christian.
CSC: Hey! That’s it, Jerri, put on the suit. I want to do some training.
[St. Christian opens a locker and puts on a pair of golf shoes. Scatman starts chowing down on a box of popcorn… covered in shit.]
Scatman: I’m glad I drank that bottle of strawberry wine before doing this. Why the hell do I always have to be the punching bag?
Jerri: Christian St. Christians has piercings all over his body under that gimp suit, and despite what I’d like to do I have keep in perfect shape for this match against Sarah. I’m going to tear her limb from limb once and for all.
Scatman: Just from the look in your eyes I respect Sarah’s guts for fighting you so many times. Then again, she does have the supple, flexible, tight little bo…
Jerri: You’ve got drool pouring out your.
[She slaps the taste out of his mouth.]
Scatman: Sorry.
[Jerri talks whilst driving hooks into Scatman’s belly.]
Jerri: I hope you like black and blue women, she is going to get the beating of her lifetime.
Scatman: Funnily enough, I do.
[Jerri sits back on a bench and wipes sweat off herself with a moldy old towel.]
Jerri: Take five.
[Scatman shuffles closer to her.]
Scatman: Give me a hand with this thing will ya?
Jerri: No. You should wrestle in that thing.
[Scatman frowns. He cranes his neck forward and spits on her shoes.]
Scatman: Bitch.
[Christian St. Christian walks in carrying Scatman’s Japanese Sex Doll.]
Scatman: Hey, help me out of this God damn fucking piece of shit sumo costume you puss eyed corn filled shit vomit!
CSC: No. Hey, do you still use this sex doll thing? I want to crush it with some steel toe capped boots.
Scatman: I bought another twenty of them, knock yourself out. Whatever makes your sides split. But only if you help me out of this suit first!
[St. Christian rolls his eyes and zips him free.]
Scatman: I don’t care how much money you paid for this Jerri, it’s getting crammed down the God damn paper shredder!
Jerri: Aw, I was gonna fill it full of bowling balls and push it down the stairs on top of Christian.
CSC: Hey! That’s it, Jerri, put on the suit. I want to do some training.
[St. Christian opens a locker and puts on a pair of golf shoes. Scatman starts chowing down on a box of popcorn… covered in shit.]