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People Mentioned |
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4-1-0 | Won gold medals in Sydney Olympics, track star at her university | Laura, Janice |
Just Read Please! |
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Laura: What's up? Janice: (after muting the television set) I was thinking, on the way home, we should stop and see Emily. Laura: Hhhmmmm...(rolls her eyes up in her head for a couple seconds to think, then lowers them back to their regular position)....I haven't seen her since January. That'd be a good idea. Janice: So you saw her new carpet then? Laura: Not really. I had no reason to look at her floor. Janice: Oh....well, it's really nice. It's brown and very soft. Carpet matches the curtains now! (Laura lowers her head at that phrase, as Janice just sits there, not realizing what she said) Janice: It actually tastes pretty good too! Hehe...I turned into a carpet muncher for a bit--(Laura starts shaking her head)---dropped a peach, and they're so sticky from the juice in the can, well, I had to eat her out! Janice: And then she made some cookies! So afterwards, of course, we got to lick her bowl--- Laura: (having heard enough of this she lifts her head up) ALL RIGHT! ENOUGH! Just stop! Stop it---okay? Gosh... Janice: All right, I will....chill out. Laura: Sorry, just, you have your way with words, plus I have such stress now. Janice: What, because of your new group and this match you got coming up? Hey--(unmutes the TV as a portion of Jimmy Nash's promo airs) isn't this who you're going to face? Laura: (quietly in shock mode) F*ck this. Laura: WHAT THE F*CK!? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!? Are you serious? THAT'S what I'm facing? For God's sakes---my 4-year-old sister does that sort of stuff! And that song had NOTHING TO DO WITH ME!! I AM facing a kid for Christ's sakes!! (quickly crosses herself, having taken her lord's name in vein) This guy, he's stupid. Jimmy Nash is more like Jimmy *ss. This is insane. He's pulling childish pranks, parodying songs from a KIDDIE CARTOON---oh...my....goodness. I can't believe I've been stressing over this man. All he wants to do is sing and dance. Apparently he's only in the entertainment business, because I see no sport in him now, nor did I really before this. At least beforehand he had some potential. I don't know what in the world now. Am I supposed to die laughing from that song? Is he going to kill me from his off-pitch singing tribulations? That's obviously how he's setting himself up to win because he sure as heck isn't doing anything else, his gut will tell you that. He thinks his size alone is enough to win these sorts of matches. Really, that's all he says. "'I'm seven foot tall with it all,'" or some crap like that. Hey pal, you may have size, but you still have to do something with it in order for it to become an advantage. You still have to go to the gym, you still have to run, you still have to lift weights---because if you don't, you're just going to be a large, overwhelming mass of wasted humanity oozing around, looking for a place to drip into a sewer system somewhere. The lax technique of his, it may have worked for the disasters that were placed in the ring with him before me, but planning for me takes a whole other level of schooling. You can't take me lightly, that's a played out saying so I'm going one step further. Facing me is like going to Yale. You have to do your utmost best, even more in some cases, just to be able to STAY there! If you want to succeed and graduate---a.k.a.-beat me on BloodZone---you need to do more than "read up." You need to get out in the community and take actions. You need to get involved with things. This would mean in this case learning new moves, trying new things against me that I haven't seen yet because if you don't---I know your gameplan and you're going to have your whole career ruined. Just think, it may have been fun to play Cher for a night, but was it worth ruining your whole career? A chance to make millions sent into the local landfill all because you wanted to musically vocalize some stupid comedy act. God wanted you to be involved in sport, that's why he made you 7-foot tall. If he wanted you to be a singer, he'd give you a lighter voice and have you at around 6-foot tall. You're trying to screw with God's plan, and that's not a good idea. I have now been thrown in your path. Whether that's because you are starting to suck, whether it's because NEW finally realizes what it has in me and is promoting me, or whether it's because I'm God's way of telling you to quit f*cking around and get off your thick, thistled *ss is anyone's guess. If I were you, I'd take me as an omen and get in shape. Yes, this match against me is basically a lost cause. After all, have I, Laura, been pinned or submitted yet? NO! My only loss---I wasn't the one responsible for losing! So go train or something like it, then maybe you can have a career-saving match against T. Jay over on Fire. Leave BloodZone for myself and the rest of the MidCarders. Humor is for Double-L and "X," not for a 7-foot-tall cowboy wanna-be. (Laura turns over onto her stomach on her bed, as Janice, in awe of sorts over Laura's spur-of-the-moment anger, attempts to turn on the TV. With a misclick of the remote, she fails, and our cameras turn away from Laura and to her. She tries again---and again before succeeding. Janice gives a quick smile and the scene fades.) |
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