Post by prozac on Jun 18, 2007 21:48:42 GMT -5
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Scene opens inside the arena of this weeks Side Effect, to be more exact the hallways of the arena. The lights are all on bright and the floors sparkle from the fresh clean the crew must have just gave it moments ago. Our hero Ritalin is walking through these hallways and the sound of his MP3 player can be heard blasting Devil is a loser by Lordi and Ritalin is singing it out loud…but in his own version, which is “Thor is a loser and he’s my bitch”. As Ritalin continues to sing and walks down the lemon scented halls, on his way down the hall he passes Thor, Ritalin stops singing for a moment and looks at Thor who is just glaring down Ritalin, his look isn’t so amused by Ritalin’s song, and it’s a bit more angered and annoyed. Ritalin just smiles at Thor and proceeds to walk down the hall. Seconds later he reaches Prozac’s locker room. He raises his left arm and with three quick forward thrust movements of his hand he knocks on the metal door, each knock sending a low “thud” sound echoing threw the halls.
Prozac:
Wait just a minute.
Prozac’s voice is heard threw the door, but Ritalin being Ritalin doesn’t listen to the command and instead of waiting just places his hand on the cold door knob, twists it, and pushes the door open. He pushes the door shut behind him making it slam shut with a loud bang. He then plops his ass on a couch that is against a wall.
Ritalin:
Good you’re here man I wanted to talk to you.
Prozac pushes a door open, a quick glance inside the room Prozac just came from and we know it’s the bathroom. Prozac then looks at Ritalin; eyes open wide and a confused expression on his face.
Prozac:
Didn’t you hear me say wait a minute?
Ritalin:
Yeah I heard you...why?
The two just stare at each other momentarily, Ritalin smiling cheerfully and Prozac blankly looking at Ritalin, unknowing what to say. Prozac then bends down and reaches into his mini cooler that is lying on the floor, he wraps his long fingers around Pepsi bottle, and he then tosses it to Ritalin who catches it easily with one hand.
Prozac:
Ok so what’s up?
Prozac takes a seat on the other and of the couch, as his body bends into seating position he groans must like an old man would, Ritalin is 18 and Prozac is 3 years older then him so he is kind of old, he might die any minute of old age.
Ritalin:
I was just thinking about your match.
Prozac:
…and?
Ritalin uses his thumb and index finger and twists the cap off the soda bottle, letting a small “hiss” sound from the air escaping.
Ritalin:
Oh nothing I was just thinking about it.
Prozac snaps his head in Ritalin’s direction, an annoyed look painted on his face.
Prozac:
You came here to tell me you’re thinking about the match and that’s it?
Ritalin raises the Pepsi bottle to his lips and takes two small gulps before lowering his hand and answering Prozac’s question with a question.
Ritalin:
Is that a problem?
Prozac shakes his head. A dumbfounded expression takes over in place of the annoyed one. You would think by now, after all these years of knowing Ritalin that Prozac would be use to his dumbness, but no leave it to Ritalin to find ways to out do himself.
Prozac:
I can understand you coming down here and saying asking if I’m nervous about the match, but not that you’re just thinking of it.
Ritalin throws his heads back in laughter, but controls himself after only a few seconds.
Ritalin:
But you’re nervous. I know for a fact that you are going to beat his ass all over this arena.
His tone is seriousness and cockiness. It’s easy to see he believes after last one of his words and for the record Prozac believes them too.
Prozac places his hands on the soft pillows of the couch on each side of him, and pushes himself to his feet, he then begins to pace around the locker room
Prozac:
Yeah I know I am, but seriously…you’re pretty annoying at times do you know that?
Ritalin:
Yes I know I am and that’s something I’m damned proud of.
Ritalin responds with a modest shake of his head. Ritalin is proud of many things no matter how bad or good they are.
Prozac:
Yes I know you are.
Prozac takes his chest caving in on itself as he does; he then lets out a short low sigh.
Prozac
After I beat Calaz’s ass, I’ll finally show him what it takes to be an Xtream champ.
Ritalin:
Yeah…Wait a second…isn’t Calaz a she?
Ritalin looks at Prozac questioningly; Prozac looks likes he’s about to hit Ritalin, but stops himself and looks deep in thought, he then shrugs before answering.
Prozac:
I’m not sure.
Ritalin:
You can’t hit a girl…that’s not cool.
They both look at each other for a moment trying to figure out what Calaz is.
Prozac:
I’m pretty sure he’s a dude, but I could be wrong.
Ritalin:
Well if it turns out to be a he…knock him out.
Prozac rolls his eyes and lets a small chuckle escape threw his lips.
Prozac:
I will! Now if you don’t mind I got some stuff I got to do.
Ritalin:
Ok them I’m going to bother people.
Prozac:
Ok then ill see you later. Peace.
Ritalin:
Bye Bye.
Ritalin jumps off the couch and lands on his feet, he then heads to the door to leave.
Scene fades.
Prozac:
Wait just a minute.
Prozac’s voice is heard threw the door, but Ritalin being Ritalin doesn’t listen to the command and instead of waiting just places his hand on the cold door knob, twists it, and pushes the door open. He pushes the door shut behind him making it slam shut with a loud bang. He then plops his ass on a couch that is against a wall.
Ritalin:
Good you’re here man I wanted to talk to you.
Prozac pushes a door open, a quick glance inside the room Prozac just came from and we know it’s the bathroom. Prozac then looks at Ritalin; eyes open wide and a confused expression on his face.
Prozac:
Didn’t you hear me say wait a minute?
Ritalin:
Yeah I heard you...why?
The two just stare at each other momentarily, Ritalin smiling cheerfully and Prozac blankly looking at Ritalin, unknowing what to say. Prozac then bends down and reaches into his mini cooler that is lying on the floor, he wraps his long fingers around Pepsi bottle, and he then tosses it to Ritalin who catches it easily with one hand.
Prozac:
Ok so what’s up?
Prozac takes a seat on the other and of the couch, as his body bends into seating position he groans must like an old man would, Ritalin is 18 and Prozac is 3 years older then him so he is kind of old, he might die any minute of old age.
Ritalin:
I was just thinking about your match.
Prozac:
…and?
Ritalin uses his thumb and index finger and twists the cap off the soda bottle, letting a small “hiss” sound from the air escaping.
Ritalin:
Oh nothing I was just thinking about it.
Prozac snaps his head in Ritalin’s direction, an annoyed look painted on his face.
Prozac:
You came here to tell me you’re thinking about the match and that’s it?
Ritalin raises the Pepsi bottle to his lips and takes two small gulps before lowering his hand and answering Prozac’s question with a question.
Ritalin:
Is that a problem?
Prozac shakes his head. A dumbfounded expression takes over in place of the annoyed one. You would think by now, after all these years of knowing Ritalin that Prozac would be use to his dumbness, but no leave it to Ritalin to find ways to out do himself.
Prozac:
I can understand you coming down here and saying asking if I’m nervous about the match, but not that you’re just thinking of it.
Ritalin throws his heads back in laughter, but controls himself after only a few seconds.
Ritalin:
But you’re nervous. I know for a fact that you are going to beat his ass all over this arena.
His tone is seriousness and cockiness. It’s easy to see he believes after last one of his words and for the record Prozac believes them too.
Prozac places his hands on the soft pillows of the couch on each side of him, and pushes himself to his feet, he then begins to pace around the locker room
Prozac:
Yeah I know I am, but seriously…you’re pretty annoying at times do you know that?
Ritalin:
Yes I know I am and that’s something I’m damned proud of.
Ritalin responds with a modest shake of his head. Ritalin is proud of many things no matter how bad or good they are.
Prozac:
Yes I know you are.
Prozac takes his chest caving in on itself as he does; he then lets out a short low sigh.
Prozac
After I beat Calaz’s ass, I’ll finally show him what it takes to be an Xtream champ.
Ritalin:
Yeah…Wait a second…isn’t Calaz a she?
Ritalin looks at Prozac questioningly; Prozac looks likes he’s about to hit Ritalin, but stops himself and looks deep in thought, he then shrugs before answering.
Prozac:
I’m not sure.
Ritalin:
You can’t hit a girl…that’s not cool.
They both look at each other for a moment trying to figure out what Calaz is.
Prozac:
I’m pretty sure he’s a dude, but I could be wrong.
Ritalin:
Well if it turns out to be a he…knock him out.
Prozac rolls his eyes and lets a small chuckle escape threw his lips.
Prozac:
I will! Now if you don’t mind I got some stuff I got to do.
Ritalin:
Ok them I’m going to bother people.
Prozac:
Ok then ill see you later. Peace.
Ritalin:
Bye Bye.
Ritalin jumps off the couch and lands on his feet, he then heads to the door to leave.
Scene fades.