12-30-2013, 11:10 AM
The scene opens up to Liz Hathaway in her living room, smoking a cigarette. She is sitting on the couch, watching Sports Center.
BOOM!
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Come in. Liz says in an annoyed tone of voice. You can tell she wasn’t in the mood to deal with bullshit today.
Jenna Silver barges through the door, nearly taking it off of its hedges. She walks over to Liz and paces back and forth, past her.
Where the hell have you been? You haven’t been answering my texts, returning my phone calls, or responding to my Facebook messages. What’s been going on Liz? Is there someone else? We’re supposed to be getting married, and you mean to tell me that you would stoop as low as to cheat on me. Jenna says in an angry tone. She seems to be on her period again, or just in a really bitchy mood. But then again, what’s the difference.
First off, Jenna, you better back the fuckup before you get smacked the fuck up. I’ve isolated myself from everyone. The only people I have come in contact with in the past few days were Noah, and that’s because he lives here. I haven’t been cheating on you, but it seems as if you are always accusing me of doing so. If you haven’t been aware of it by now, then I think I need to tell you that I’m not content in marrying you anymore. At least not now. I’ve got to get my priorities straight. I live in a one bedroom apartment, with a broke, talking, dog who doesn’t even pitch in for weed. Liz says in a calm tone of voice. Jenna eyes widen, she hasn’t seen this Liz in months.
Heeeyyy…. Noah says, listening to the entire conversation from the kitchen where he sits at the table, eating a bagel.
Lizzy… I can’t believe what you are saying right now…
Well believe it. And my name isn’t Lizzy, its Liz. Not the dumb bitch, not the sexy chick, the rebel, the fighter, the girl who never lets down for nothing. The girl who arrived to XWF with a mission of success, the girl who nearly killed Shane
. That’s who I am. It took the help of some old friends, but they made me find myself. So you can take that ring, and pierce it through your rectum, because I’m done with you. Liz says as she walks Jenna to the door. She slams it in her face, and turns around to Noah, who is staring at her.
What?
Don’t you think you were a little too harsh on the girl?
That’s how I like it. That was me, almost 3 months ago. That’s who I’ve lost, but now I’ve found her, and discarded the Liz that you first met.
Why… you were a great person.
I was a wimp, a loser; I couldn’t win a match to save my life. That Liz can’t beat Jenna, Charlotte, or Mizuki, But this Liz can. Liz says as she retreats to her room. She closes the door behind her and turns on her camera. She paces back and forth with her hands behind her back.
One and five. I am one and five in my last six matches. The one win coming from Jenna Silver during Straight Edge Shove-It. The five losses coming from the likes of Smoke Man, Jessie Diaz, Tri Bute, and even Jenna Silver. But hey, that’s the past, and I have to learn to move on, right? No… wrong. How am I going to move on from the fact that I am now in the same category of Mizuki Tsukasa? How am I going to move on from the fact that the most recent accomplishment of mine was that I ditched the Twerk Master twelve thousand?
Liz stops pacing back and forth, and looks directly into the camera with more determination than Peter Gilmour at an all you can eat buffet.
Well there is a way, it’s by winning. You see I have to team up with Jenna Silver, Mizuki Tsukasa, or Charlotte Dyson, to face the other two I named. And while I personally know I can take them all on in a one on three handicap match, but its’ Viewer’s Choice. If there was a person I’d want to team up with the most, it’d be myself. I don’t need any of these insignificant, dull minded, bitches to help me win a match, because they’re most likely going to screw me over. Let’s take a few moments to dissect them.
Mizuki Tsukasa. I don’t really have much to say about her. I do know she takes a very passionate loving to her breasts. If she’s lucky, I won’t steal an exploding potato from Shane; shove it in her tits, then watch as her tits explode and tit milk along with blood spew everywhere.
On second thought, I take that back. Jenna Silver may get all hot and bothered from the events, and begin to shake her ass all over the arena.
You see, this is the history between me and Silver comma Jenna. Had a match, she gained an interest, that interest turned into an obsession, we dated, we became engaged, I finally got some damn since and ended it. Now I have to face her for the fourth time.
I’ve become to accustom to her ass shaking, tit caressing, stripping ways that whatever she does in this match will not be much of a surprise to me. I won’t be surprised if she kidnaps me either and rapes me till my vagina is unrecognizable.
And finally, Charlotte Dyson. You see, Charlotte Dyson has changed. Wyatt Reynolds must have the manipulative dick or something’ because she hasn’t been the same since aligning herself with him. I’ve faced Charlotte before.
Lethal Lottery 2013 Round 1, to be exact. I along with my team dominated her and her team, and bam, it was over for Charlotte before she could even taste success.
You see, I am here.Liz places her hand above her head.And you’re here.Liz brings her hand down to her waist, before placing it in her pants.I am just…. Better than you.
I’m better than Charlotte, Mizuki, and I’m by far better than Jenna Silver, who may be twerking, her tears away. Whomever the fans decided to team me with will be one lucky bitch, because I am back.
Welcome back ….. Liz Hathaway.
Liz reaches her arm out, creating her wingspan. He drops her head and the scene fades to black.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Come in. Liz says in an annoyed tone of voice. You can tell she wasn’t in the mood to deal with bullshit today.
Jenna Silver barges through the door, nearly taking it off of its hedges. She walks over to Liz and paces back and forth, past her.
Where the hell have you been? You haven’t been answering my texts, returning my phone calls, or responding to my Facebook messages. What’s been going on Liz? Is there someone else? We’re supposed to be getting married, and you mean to tell me that you would stoop as low as to cheat on me. Jenna says in an angry tone. She seems to be on her period again, or just in a really bitchy mood. But then again, what’s the difference.
First off, Jenna, you better back the fuckup before you get smacked the fuck up. I’ve isolated myself from everyone. The only people I have come in contact with in the past few days were Noah, and that’s because he lives here. I haven’t been cheating on you, but it seems as if you are always accusing me of doing so. If you haven’t been aware of it by now, then I think I need to tell you that I’m not content in marrying you anymore. At least not now. I’ve got to get my priorities straight. I live in a one bedroom apartment, with a broke, talking, dog who doesn’t even pitch in for weed. Liz says in a calm tone of voice. Jenna eyes widen, she hasn’t seen this Liz in months.
Heeeyyy…. Noah says, listening to the entire conversation from the kitchen where he sits at the table, eating a bagel.
Lizzy… I can’t believe what you are saying right now…
Well believe it. And my name isn’t Lizzy, its Liz. Not the dumb bitch, not the sexy chick, the rebel, the fighter, the girl who never lets down for nothing. The girl who arrived to XWF with a mission of success, the girl who nearly killed Shane
. That’s who I am. It took the help of some old friends, but they made me find myself. So you can take that ring, and pierce it through your rectum, because I’m done with you. Liz says as she walks Jenna to the door. She slams it in her face, and turns around to Noah, who is staring at her.What?
Don’t you think you were a little too harsh on the girl?
That’s how I like it. That was me, almost 3 months ago. That’s who I’ve lost, but now I’ve found her, and discarded the Liz that you first met.
Why… you were a great person.
I was a wimp, a loser; I couldn’t win a match to save my life. That Liz can’t beat Jenna, Charlotte, or Mizuki, But this Liz can. Liz says as she retreats to her room. She closes the door behind her and turns on her camera. She paces back and forth with her hands behind her back.
One and five. I am one and five in my last six matches. The one win coming from Jenna Silver during Straight Edge Shove-It. The five losses coming from the likes of Smoke Man, Jessie Diaz, Tri Bute, and even Jenna Silver. But hey, that’s the past, and I have to learn to move on, right? No… wrong. How am I going to move on from the fact that I am now in the same category of Mizuki Tsukasa? How am I going to move on from the fact that the most recent accomplishment of mine was that I ditched the Twerk Master twelve thousand?
Liz stops pacing back and forth, and looks directly into the camera with more determination than Peter Gilmour at an all you can eat buffet.
Well there is a way, it’s by winning. You see I have to team up with Jenna Silver, Mizuki Tsukasa, or Charlotte Dyson, to face the other two I named. And while I personally know I can take them all on in a one on three handicap match, but its’ Viewer’s Choice. If there was a person I’d want to team up with the most, it’d be myself. I don’t need any of these insignificant, dull minded, bitches to help me win a match, because they’re most likely going to screw me over. Let’s take a few moments to dissect them.
Mizuki Tsukasa. I don’t really have much to say about her. I do know she takes a very passionate loving to her breasts. If she’s lucky, I won’t steal an exploding potato from Shane; shove it in her tits, then watch as her tits explode and tit milk along with blood spew everywhere.
On second thought, I take that back. Jenna Silver may get all hot and bothered from the events, and begin to shake her ass all over the arena.
You see, this is the history between me and Silver comma Jenna. Had a match, she gained an interest, that interest turned into an obsession, we dated, we became engaged, I finally got some damn since and ended it. Now I have to face her for the fourth time.
I’ve become to accustom to her ass shaking, tit caressing, stripping ways that whatever she does in this match will not be much of a surprise to me. I won’t be surprised if she kidnaps me either and rapes me till my vagina is unrecognizable.
And finally, Charlotte Dyson. You see, Charlotte Dyson has changed. Wyatt Reynolds must have the manipulative dick or something’ because she hasn’t been the same since aligning herself with him. I’ve faced Charlotte before.
Lethal Lottery 2013 Round 1, to be exact. I along with my team dominated her and her team, and bam, it was over for Charlotte before she could even taste success.
You see, I am here.Liz places her hand above her head.And you’re here.Liz brings her hand down to her waist, before placing it in her pants.I am just…. Better than you.
I’m better than Charlotte, Mizuki, and I’m by far better than Jenna Silver, who may be twerking, her tears away. Whomever the fans decided to team me with will be one lucky bitch, because I am back.
Welcome back ….. Liz Hathaway.
Liz reaches her arm out, creating her wingspan. He drops her head and the scene fades to black.