Post by The Modern Outlaw on Apr 4, 2007 20:50:23 GMT -5
SLAM!!!!!!!
Jason Cane bursts into Outlaw Inc.'s dressing room, slamming the door behind him. Sitting on the bench is Johnny Kaos, looking obviously concerned. Oddly, the lovely Kori James is nowhere to be seen. Jason, his eyes brimming with murderous rage, slams his over sized fist into the nearest locker. The stainless steel door falls off the hinge, hitting the floor in a symphony of metal-on-metal.
How is she?
Johnny, his face lined with worry, wipes the cold sweat from his brow and flashes an evil look toward Jason. He pulls out his trademark Marlboro Lights and fires one up. He takes a long drag and exhales slowly.
She's gonna live, but her neck is gonna be in a brace for awhile. That fucking bastard dislocated a vertebra.
Jason once again slams his fist into the already damaged locker, drawing blood from his knuckles.
That fucker is gonna pay...dearly.
Johnny nods his head in agreement, flicking his cigarette to the ground and grinding it out with the heel of his boot. He stands, slowly, favoring his ribs and wincing slightly. Jason offers to help him up, but Johnny waves his hand away. Suddenly his cell phone rings. He answers it quickly, recognizing the ring tone.
OK, we'll be there shortly.
He snaps the phone shut and reaches down and picks up his leather trench coat. He pulls out the keys to his '68 Mustang and tosses them to Jason.
The hospital is releasing her, go get the car ready, I'll be there in a minute.
Jason nods his head and exits the room, heading for the parking lot. Johnny pulls out another cigarette, lights it up with is Zippo, and stares deeply into the camera.
Thor, you sorry son of a bitch, you will fucking pay for what you did to her. It takes one sick bastard to just strike a woman, but you went far beyond that. What you did was uncalled for and unnecessary.
Johnny throws his cigarette to the ground and looks back into the camera with a vicious gaze.
Tell you what, this week on Side Effect, Jason and I are gonna teach you a lesson. You see, real men don't hit women, real men kick the asses of those who do. Outlaw Inc. are real men, and this week, fuckwad, your ass is mine.
Johnny puts his coat on and limps out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
Jason Cane bursts into Outlaw Inc.'s dressing room, slamming the door behind him. Sitting on the bench is Johnny Kaos, looking obviously concerned. Oddly, the lovely Kori James is nowhere to be seen. Jason, his eyes brimming with murderous rage, slams his over sized fist into the nearest locker. The stainless steel door falls off the hinge, hitting the floor in a symphony of metal-on-metal.
How is she?
Johnny, his face lined with worry, wipes the cold sweat from his brow and flashes an evil look toward Jason. He pulls out his trademark Marlboro Lights and fires one up. He takes a long drag and exhales slowly.
She's gonna live, but her neck is gonna be in a brace for awhile. That fucking bastard dislocated a vertebra.
Jason once again slams his fist into the already damaged locker, drawing blood from his knuckles.
That fucker is gonna pay...dearly.
Johnny nods his head in agreement, flicking his cigarette to the ground and grinding it out with the heel of his boot. He stands, slowly, favoring his ribs and wincing slightly. Jason offers to help him up, but Johnny waves his hand away. Suddenly his cell phone rings. He answers it quickly, recognizing the ring tone.
OK, we'll be there shortly.
He snaps the phone shut and reaches down and picks up his leather trench coat. He pulls out the keys to his '68 Mustang and tosses them to Jason.
The hospital is releasing her, go get the car ready, I'll be there in a minute.
Jason nods his head and exits the room, heading for the parking lot. Johnny pulls out another cigarette, lights it up with is Zippo, and stares deeply into the camera.
Thor, you sorry son of a bitch, you will fucking pay for what you did to her. It takes one sick bastard to just strike a woman, but you went far beyond that. What you did was uncalled for and unnecessary.
Johnny throws his cigarette to the ground and looks back into the camera with a vicious gaze.
Tell you what, this week on Side Effect, Jason and I are gonna teach you a lesson. You see, real men don't hit women, real men kick the asses of those who do. Outlaw Inc. are real men, and this week, fuckwad, your ass is mine.
Johnny puts his coat on and limps out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
