Post by Prozac on Nov 29, 2007 21:13:07 GMT -5
Prozac
And I will always love youuuuuuuu-
It was a nice day out on this Saturday and Prozac is singing again. His voice is deep and filled with a New Yorker and Italian mixed accent. His voice is not really one for singing, but that doesn't stop him. He has that same old cheerful smile on his face while he sings "I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Houston. His head shakes and bobs to the music as he sings. The music is flowing threw the expensive sound system in his car. He is in the drivers seat driving his BMW M5.
Rams
Do you have to sing?
Ramzie sits in the passenger seat looking like he is in pain. He glares at Prozac about ready to strangle him.
Prozac
I hope life treats you kind And I hope you have all you've dreamed of-
Rams groans lightly and reaches for the radio.
Prozac
Press that button and I'll stick a needle up your pee holeeeeee-
Prozac sings that threat and Rams returns his arm to his lap and grumbles to himself. They are driving down a long back road. houses on both sides. There are trees in between every house separating them, each house is a nice two floor family house.
Ten minutes later they pulls up in front of a apartment building. It was a three story brick building. The first floor was a wash room and the second and third floor had two apartments each on them. Here was a set of stairs out side that led into a hallway on the second floor with another flight of stairs that led to the third floor.
At the bottom of the outside stair case sat a young fat guy in a green hard plastic chair. The legs bent under his weight. Prozac and Ramzie emerged from out of the car.
Rams
Hey fat shit!
Trevor jumps to his feet, you never seen a fat an move that fast. He took off running up the stairs, well more like wobbling. Rams with in a blink of an eye took off after him. Ramzie was a tall skinny, but fit guy he moved quick and his long legs were just a blur to the human eye.
Prozac slammed his door shut and calmly walked around his car and shut the passenger side door that Ramzie left open when he took off in pursuit of Trevor. Prozac didn't need to hurry he knew Rams would catch him and even if he didn't, he knew how to get in Trevor's place.He use to be friends with Trevor before he got involved with the Goon Squad. Prozac then headed into the building whistling a tune to himself. When he got up the stairs and threw the main building door he turned left, Trevor's apartment was the first door on the left in the building. Once Prozac got there he saw the door open and invited himself in. He stepped in noticing Trevor on the floor and Ramzie on top of him with his hand clenched tightly around Trevor's thick neck.
Prozac still looked clam and his smile never left. He pushed the door shut and locked it. He then proceeded past the two men struggling for control on the floor and went straight to the kitchen. He enters the fridge and bends over looking in. His eyes scan the entire inside of the fridge not missing any self and double checking every corner. He rolls his eyes at the damn near empty fridge and settles for just grabbing a half empty two liter bottle of Pepsi. He then closes the fridge to be polite and walks back into the other room where Rams has won the struggle still holding Trevor by the neck.
Prozac takes a seat on the end of a dark green chair next to the two men. He leans over and unscrews the top of the bottle.
Prozac
What did you do eat all the food you fat fuck?
Trevor's eye glance over and looks at Prozac, his eyes tell that he is frightened.
Prozac
And now you have me drinking Pepsi, you know this is bad for you. I'm a wrestler, I cant have all these calories and sugar, it will ruin my girlish figure.
Prozac lifts the bottle to his mouth and takes a few slugs. He was right, it is bad for and athlete, but with Prozac's intense workout plan it wouldn't do any harm. He then brings the bottle away from his mouth and sighs.
Prozac
Ah, that's good stuff.
He wipes his mouth and screws the cover back on the bottle.
Prozac
So what's up Trev?
Trevor
What do you want?
His voice was a bit muffled under the pressure of Ramzie's hand, but he forced them out anyway.
Prozac
Ease up on him Rams, we don't need him passing out.
Ramzie loosened his grip a tad, but kept burning a hole threw Trevor with a violent glare.
Prozac
I think you know what we want Trev.
Trevor
I don't know shit!
Prozac
Why is it they always say that?
Prozac shrugs his shoulders as he looks at Rams, he quickly returns his attention back to Trevor.
Prozac
If you didn't know anything you wouldn't of ran moron.
Rams
Speak up!
Prozac
Listen, just make this easy and corporate. We aren't leaving till we get what we want.
Trevor's eyes went back and fourth between Prozac and Ramzie, but he still stayed silent. Prozac places the bottle of soda on the floor next to him and braced his palms on the chair on each side of him, leaning forward even more with a fierce intensity in his eyes.
Prozac
fucking talk!
Prozac snarled, he was usually calm, but sometimes you need to raise the heat and it walked, you could see Trevor starting to sweat. He was about to break.
Trevor
I don't know much, I just know Rich got shot.
Prozac
By who?
Trevor
I don't know who-
Prozac
Bullshit! Ramzie punch him in the head to refresh his memory.
Ramzie began to raise his free hand.
Trevor
I know who knows though!
He blabbed out before Rams even had his hand fully in the air. He broke, he broke like any first shipment of a new Microsoft item.
Prozac
Who knows?
Trevor stalls for a second, but sees Ramzie's hand going up again.
Trevor
Bass.
Prozac ands Ramzie immediately look at each other. Bass, bass Williams they knew that name, the whole town did. The whole damn town was afraid of him too, even the cops were. He was a biker, a big biker, huge even. He was a monster they said, lots of rumors about him, rumors like he has fort seven guys at once and in that fight he was beat, stabbed and even shot, but yet only he walked away from the fight. This could just be a rumor that got blown way out of reality, but so many people spoke of it AND rumors just like it that maybe it had some truth to it. That wasn't all bass was also in a whole biker gang, when you messed with one you messed with them all. Bass was a heavy drug dealer and one of the big one. He sold only weed and coke which is heavily pushed around in Prozac's town. What he had to do with this Prozac didn't know, but he was going to find out.
Prozac's gaze return to Trevor who was still shaking in fear.
Prozac
Thank you Trevor, I would say you've earned yourself a cookie, but your fat ass doesn't need it.
Prozac reached over and patted Trevor on the chest and his man boobs shook like jell-o for seconds after Prozac took his hand away.
Prozac stood up and so did Rams. Trevor now finally released lays his head back breathing heavy and sighing in relief. Prozac opens the door and him and rams step out into the hallway. They then whisper to each other.
Rams
So What do you want to do?
Prozac
Nothing else today. I have to get to the arena. I'll meet up with you and the guys tomorrow and discuss what's next.
Rams
Ok man.
Prozac turns to leave, but Rams places his hand on his shoulder stopping him.
Rams
Can I please hit him, come on Rob?
Prozac chuckles lightly.
Prozac
Sure man, just hurry up. I'll be waiting in the car.
Ramzie smiles and turn to go back in the house.
Rams
I'm not done with you yet fat shit.
Rams closes the door and the last thing you hear is a loud whimper as the scene fades.
Scene takes us to later on in the night at Prozac's place. He is relaxing from a long day on his favorite black leather chair with his feet kicked up on the glass coffee table in front of him. His arms are resting on the arm rests of the chair and he thinking. god only knows what thoughts run threw his one of kind mind, and one would only shutter at trying to guess. That famous smile still on his young good looking face and he rests his head back against the chair comfortably.
Prozac
Dreams to reality, when you dream you are picturing things for yourself, glories dreams. You could be a gladiator back in time fighting in the arena, becoming a hero to around you. You might put yourself in the shoes of your favorite story character, just dreaming that you are a powerful mage that can cast amazing and devastating spells, or you could be a vampire that fights for what he believes in and spends eternity with the love of their life. How about dreaming a little more real, of dreams that can come true. Again you put yourself on top of the pedestal. A famous baseball player maybe? Able to drive the ball out of the stadium. A singer maybe? Having hit singles one after another, partying with celebrities and sleeping with models. Maybe a doctor or and astronaut whatever you want, but these are dreams. BUT you have the power to make them happen. You have to take the bull by the horns, don't listen to anyone who says you cant, because you can, you already have the dream your one step there, take the next one and make it reality.
His words flow smoothly and his tune is calm. He's relaxed and focused as his concentration is on his upcoming match.
Prozac
My dream was stopped from becoming reality last week at Eye Of The Storm when Evans escaped the cage and became the new XVI Universal Champion. You know what though all take my hat off to him, congratulations Justin. Just don't get to comfy with that belt.
A slight laugh escapes his thin lips as he shows his pearly whites that flash with a blinding shine.
Prozac
So once again that title eluded me and this week in order to have another shot at realizing my dream I have another obstacle I have to get around. A triple Threat Match with Justin Evans thrown in the mix. Now as much as I would love to hot Evans while being in the same ring with him, I will control myself because after I win I will get my shot at him and that title. Now I could make fun of Evans all day and believe me I could and with much joy also, but he is not my opponent.
Prozac leans forward on the chair, resting his arms on his knees.
Prozac
Thor...again...the last time I faced you they stopped the match because I beat you so bad. I most of hit you in the head harder then I thought since you didn't even know I was in the match this week or maybe you just didn't want to believe I was in the match since I beat you all those other times, poor poor Thor you need a hug buddy, because you can bet your ass I'm in that match, I'll be in all your matches just haunting you, making sure you never win.
Prozac laughs almost evilly.
Prozac
I see you are still doing your mystery thing, leaving people in suspense. "Next week we will find out who the real boss is." Next week you might remember who is in your match, next week your balls might drop.
His little chuckle proves how cocky he is and his glare just helps that fact show. His gaze is right at the camera lens as he keeps trashing talking.
Prozac
Then I guess somebody reminded you that I am in the match and you decided to cut a promo, but Thor honestly did you have to sink that low and do a promo like that? That has been done countless times before, I thought you would be so much smarter then that.
He shakes his head in disappointment .Prozac then places his hands on the arm rests of his chair and pushes himself to his feet, his face is more serious now, the time for games is over.
Prozac
Ok now listen carefully you dice rolling, action figure collecting, costume wearing little pregnant dog. You can make your claims that you are one of XVI's best, hold your title above your head and call yourself a champion, the simple fact is you can not beat me.
He snarled at the camera.
Prozac
I'll admit one thing, maybe Thor deserves a shot at a number one contender spot, but who the hell is Jason Morbid? He got hand picked for this match, what did he do to earn this spot. This is what, his second match here in XVI? Talk about luck, took me a year to get a shot like that. Can any body say kiss ass? Or perhaps he works under the desk, mainly the bosses desk. You know what, I don't really care what and who he had to do to get in this match. All I care about is the answer to this question. Thor, Morbid, do Vegetarians eat animal crackers? No wait that's not it. Do cows blow milk out of their noses when they snort? No no, um...how much wood does a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? No that's not it either.
He puts his left hand to his chin and uses his pointer finger to scratch his left cheek as he thinking of the right question.
Prozac
Ah yes. Thor, Jason, have you taken your meds?
Scene fades to black on the one and only Prozac.
And I will always love youuuuuuuu-
It was a nice day out on this Saturday and Prozac is singing again. His voice is deep and filled with a New Yorker and Italian mixed accent. His voice is not really one for singing, but that doesn't stop him. He has that same old cheerful smile on his face while he sings "I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Houston. His head shakes and bobs to the music as he sings. The music is flowing threw the expensive sound system in his car. He is in the drivers seat driving his BMW M5.
Rams
Do you have to sing?
Ramzie sits in the passenger seat looking like he is in pain. He glares at Prozac about ready to strangle him.
Prozac
I hope life treats you kind And I hope you have all you've dreamed of-
Rams groans lightly and reaches for the radio.
Prozac
Press that button and I'll stick a needle up your pee holeeeeee-
Prozac sings that threat and Rams returns his arm to his lap and grumbles to himself. They are driving down a long back road. houses on both sides. There are trees in between every house separating them, each house is a nice two floor family house.
Ten minutes later they pulls up in front of a apartment building. It was a three story brick building. The first floor was a wash room and the second and third floor had two apartments each on them. Here was a set of stairs out side that led into a hallway on the second floor with another flight of stairs that led to the third floor.
At the bottom of the outside stair case sat a young fat guy in a green hard plastic chair. The legs bent under his weight. Prozac and Ramzie emerged from out of the car.
Rams
Hey fat shit!
Trevor jumps to his feet, you never seen a fat an move that fast. He took off running up the stairs, well more like wobbling. Rams with in a blink of an eye took off after him. Ramzie was a tall skinny, but fit guy he moved quick and his long legs were just a blur to the human eye.
Prozac slammed his door shut and calmly walked around his car and shut the passenger side door that Ramzie left open when he took off in pursuit of Trevor. Prozac didn't need to hurry he knew Rams would catch him and even if he didn't, he knew how to get in Trevor's place.He use to be friends with Trevor before he got involved with the Goon Squad. Prozac then headed into the building whistling a tune to himself. When he got up the stairs and threw the main building door he turned left, Trevor's apartment was the first door on the left in the building. Once Prozac got there he saw the door open and invited himself in. He stepped in noticing Trevor on the floor and Ramzie on top of him with his hand clenched tightly around Trevor's thick neck.
Prozac still looked clam and his smile never left. He pushed the door shut and locked it. He then proceeded past the two men struggling for control on the floor and went straight to the kitchen. He enters the fridge and bends over looking in. His eyes scan the entire inside of the fridge not missing any self and double checking every corner. He rolls his eyes at the damn near empty fridge and settles for just grabbing a half empty two liter bottle of Pepsi. He then closes the fridge to be polite and walks back into the other room where Rams has won the struggle still holding Trevor by the neck.
Prozac takes a seat on the end of a dark green chair next to the two men. He leans over and unscrews the top of the bottle.
Prozac
What did you do eat all the food you fat fuck?
Trevor's eye glance over and looks at Prozac, his eyes tell that he is frightened.
Prozac
And now you have me drinking Pepsi, you know this is bad for you. I'm a wrestler, I cant have all these calories and sugar, it will ruin my girlish figure.
Prozac lifts the bottle to his mouth and takes a few slugs. He was right, it is bad for and athlete, but with Prozac's intense workout plan it wouldn't do any harm. He then brings the bottle away from his mouth and sighs.
Prozac
Ah, that's good stuff.
He wipes his mouth and screws the cover back on the bottle.
Prozac
So what's up Trev?
Trevor
What do you want?
His voice was a bit muffled under the pressure of Ramzie's hand, but he forced them out anyway.
Prozac
Ease up on him Rams, we don't need him passing out.
Ramzie loosened his grip a tad, but kept burning a hole threw Trevor with a violent glare.
Prozac
I think you know what we want Trev.
Trevor
I don't know shit!
Prozac
Why is it they always say that?
Prozac shrugs his shoulders as he looks at Rams, he quickly returns his attention back to Trevor.
Prozac
If you didn't know anything you wouldn't of ran moron.
Rams
Speak up!
Prozac
Listen, just make this easy and corporate. We aren't leaving till we get what we want.
Trevor's eyes went back and fourth between Prozac and Ramzie, but he still stayed silent. Prozac places the bottle of soda on the floor next to him and braced his palms on the chair on each side of him, leaning forward even more with a fierce intensity in his eyes.
Prozac
fucking talk!
Prozac snarled, he was usually calm, but sometimes you need to raise the heat and it walked, you could see Trevor starting to sweat. He was about to break.
Trevor
I don't know much, I just know Rich got shot.
Prozac
By who?
Trevor
I don't know who-
Prozac
Bullshit! Ramzie punch him in the head to refresh his memory.
Ramzie began to raise his free hand.
Trevor
I know who knows though!
He blabbed out before Rams even had his hand fully in the air. He broke, he broke like any first shipment of a new Microsoft item.
Prozac
Who knows?
Trevor stalls for a second, but sees Ramzie's hand going up again.
Trevor
Bass.
Prozac ands Ramzie immediately look at each other. Bass, bass Williams they knew that name, the whole town did. The whole damn town was afraid of him too, even the cops were. He was a biker, a big biker, huge even. He was a monster they said, lots of rumors about him, rumors like he has fort seven guys at once and in that fight he was beat, stabbed and even shot, but yet only he walked away from the fight. This could just be a rumor that got blown way out of reality, but so many people spoke of it AND rumors just like it that maybe it had some truth to it. That wasn't all bass was also in a whole biker gang, when you messed with one you messed with them all. Bass was a heavy drug dealer and one of the big one. He sold only weed and coke which is heavily pushed around in Prozac's town. What he had to do with this Prozac didn't know, but he was going to find out.
Prozac's gaze return to Trevor who was still shaking in fear.
Prozac
Thank you Trevor, I would say you've earned yourself a cookie, but your fat ass doesn't need it.
Prozac reached over and patted Trevor on the chest and his man boobs shook like jell-o for seconds after Prozac took his hand away.
Prozac stood up and so did Rams. Trevor now finally released lays his head back breathing heavy and sighing in relief. Prozac opens the door and him and rams step out into the hallway. They then whisper to each other.
Rams
So What do you want to do?
Prozac
Nothing else today. I have to get to the arena. I'll meet up with you and the guys tomorrow and discuss what's next.
Rams
Ok man.
Prozac turns to leave, but Rams places his hand on his shoulder stopping him.
Rams
Can I please hit him, come on Rob?
Prozac chuckles lightly.
Prozac
Sure man, just hurry up. I'll be waiting in the car.
Ramzie smiles and turn to go back in the house.
Rams
I'm not done with you yet fat shit.
Rams closes the door and the last thing you hear is a loud whimper as the scene fades.
Scene takes us to later on in the night at Prozac's place. He is relaxing from a long day on his favorite black leather chair with his feet kicked up on the glass coffee table in front of him. His arms are resting on the arm rests of the chair and he thinking. god only knows what thoughts run threw his one of kind mind, and one would only shutter at trying to guess. That famous smile still on his young good looking face and he rests his head back against the chair comfortably.
Prozac
Dreams to reality, when you dream you are picturing things for yourself, glories dreams. You could be a gladiator back in time fighting in the arena, becoming a hero to around you. You might put yourself in the shoes of your favorite story character, just dreaming that you are a powerful mage that can cast amazing and devastating spells, or you could be a vampire that fights for what he believes in and spends eternity with the love of their life. How about dreaming a little more real, of dreams that can come true. Again you put yourself on top of the pedestal. A famous baseball player maybe? Able to drive the ball out of the stadium. A singer maybe? Having hit singles one after another, partying with celebrities and sleeping with models. Maybe a doctor or and astronaut whatever you want, but these are dreams. BUT you have the power to make them happen. You have to take the bull by the horns, don't listen to anyone who says you cant, because you can, you already have the dream your one step there, take the next one and make it reality.
His words flow smoothly and his tune is calm. He's relaxed and focused as his concentration is on his upcoming match.
Prozac
My dream was stopped from becoming reality last week at Eye Of The Storm when Evans escaped the cage and became the new XVI Universal Champion. You know what though all take my hat off to him, congratulations Justin. Just don't get to comfy with that belt.
A slight laugh escapes his thin lips as he shows his pearly whites that flash with a blinding shine.
Prozac
So once again that title eluded me and this week in order to have another shot at realizing my dream I have another obstacle I have to get around. A triple Threat Match with Justin Evans thrown in the mix. Now as much as I would love to hot Evans while being in the same ring with him, I will control myself because after I win I will get my shot at him and that title. Now I could make fun of Evans all day and believe me I could and with much joy also, but he is not my opponent.
Prozac leans forward on the chair, resting his arms on his knees.
Prozac
Thor...again...the last time I faced you they stopped the match because I beat you so bad. I most of hit you in the head harder then I thought since you didn't even know I was in the match this week or maybe you just didn't want to believe I was in the match since I beat you all those other times, poor poor Thor you need a hug buddy, because you can bet your ass I'm in that match, I'll be in all your matches just haunting you, making sure you never win.
Prozac laughs almost evilly.
Prozac
I see you are still doing your mystery thing, leaving people in suspense. "Next week we will find out who the real boss is." Next week you might remember who is in your match, next week your balls might drop.
His little chuckle proves how cocky he is and his glare just helps that fact show. His gaze is right at the camera lens as he keeps trashing talking.
Prozac
Then I guess somebody reminded you that I am in the match and you decided to cut a promo, but Thor honestly did you have to sink that low and do a promo like that? That has been done countless times before, I thought you would be so much smarter then that.
He shakes his head in disappointment .Prozac then places his hands on the arm rests of his chair and pushes himself to his feet, his face is more serious now, the time for games is over.
Prozac
Ok now listen carefully you dice rolling, action figure collecting, costume wearing little pregnant dog. You can make your claims that you are one of XVI's best, hold your title above your head and call yourself a champion, the simple fact is you can not beat me.
He snarled at the camera.
Prozac
I'll admit one thing, maybe Thor deserves a shot at a number one contender spot, but who the hell is Jason Morbid? He got hand picked for this match, what did he do to earn this spot. This is what, his second match here in XVI? Talk about luck, took me a year to get a shot like that. Can any body say kiss ass? Or perhaps he works under the desk, mainly the bosses desk. You know what, I don't really care what and who he had to do to get in this match. All I care about is the answer to this question. Thor, Morbid, do Vegetarians eat animal crackers? No wait that's not it. Do cows blow milk out of their noses when they snort? No no, um...how much wood does a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? No that's not it either.
He puts his left hand to his chin and uses his pointer finger to scratch his left cheek as he thinking of the right question.
Prozac
Ah yes. Thor, Jason, have you taken your meds?
Scene fades to black on the one and only Prozac.