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Topic Started: Apr 25 2010, 01:31 AM (171 Views)
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Its a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun is gleaming, the wind is blowing in a softer tone that usual. And live in Anaheim from the Coors Light field is Owen "Killer White" Jacobs. He is seated in the cheap seats at an exhibition between the Bronx Bombers and the Angels. He is wearing his typical tank-top combo, with his ripped and bloodied levis.

Drunkard- "C'mon Cano! Gimme a grand salami baby!! WOOO!!!!"

Thinking to himself

Owen- "Why in god ass do i get seated next to a drunken Yankees fan? Why me?"

Drunkard- "You've got something to say?"

Thinking that he was not saying his thoughts aloud, Owen replies.

Owen- "Oh its nothing a dumb Yankees fan would understand."

This drunkard stands up from his seat. His beer belly nearly swallows Owen cheek, as he replies to Owens comments.

Drunkard- "You callin me dumb? huh?"

Owen stands up to random fans fueling the situation like gas on a grease fire. The fans just overwhelm Owen with chants like.

"OHH!! HE SAID YOUR A STUPID YANKEE FAN!! I WOULD KICK HIS ASS!"

"YOUR GONNA TAKE THAT FROM A GUY WITH FACE PAINT!!"

Owen- "As a matter of fact, i was saying exactly what you thought i was saying. You fat, useless, incompetent, Yankee fan."

"OHH, HE SAID YOU CANT READ FAT BOY!! YA GONNA TAKE THAT FROM THIS GUY!!"

Drunkard- "We will have to see..."

Owen- "No, No, No, No, No. As a matter of fact, You were supposed to be on your moms tits when your father came. Somehow you fertilized her egg, and inherited some of his deadbeat stupidity."

"OHH SHIT!! HE SAID YO MOMMA IS STUPID!!"

"AND YO DADDAY IS A DEADBEAT!!"

Owen and the Drunkard commence an intense stare down throughout the first two pitches in the bottom of the 4th inning. Eventually the drunkard throws a slow but heavy fist aimed towards Owens face. Owen dodges the punch, and the drunkard staggers. Owen comes forward with a two-piece knockout. A Left-Hook, and a Right Uppercut lands Owen and the Drunkard a stay in the Coors Light holding center. Where a security guard watches the game on a closed circuit.

Owen- "So, how long until we leave."

Guard- *Laughs* "Who says your leaving boy?"

Owen sighs with frustration, as he sits back down on the red and white bench in the cell he was situated at. Thinking to himself...

Owen- "I should have stood back in Vegas where all of the peaceful bums and hobos reside. Why did i take this stupid bus ride to Anaheim?"

Guard- "Because maybe you wanted to see the Yankees. You were situated in a predominantly Yankees fan section. You chose that fate of stating your smart comments publicly instead of in your head."

Owen commences a mindfuck as he is overwhelmed once more. Thinking that his thought wasn't public he replies.

Owen- "But, But i could have sworn that..."

Guard- "We can't hear your thoughts? yes, we can hear your thoughts."

Owens eyebrows curve in a puzzled fashion. He blinks once and sees a reflection of himself in the guards face. His eyes grow larger, as he leans his neck forward.

Guard- "What, you look at me like i have eight heads. Whats the deal?"

Owen blinks once more and the guards face returns to its original state. Owen's morale raises a little, only to be lowered by the sight of the drunkard. Who appears with the same face paint on his face aswell.

Drunkard- "I should beat your face in, just to prove a point. But i was being civil today, until you came along."

Owen- "You call yelling another mans name with the breath of an elephants ass civil? Where i grew up at, your just a fucking retard to me."

The hefty drunkard sits up with an angry look on his face. He tries to spit in Owens face, but Owen dodges the thick mucus filled saliva. He taunts the Drunkard in the cell beside his.

Owen- "Looked like cum to me."

Drunkard- "Oh you'd like me to come to you. fuckin' pillow biter."

Owen- "Thats not what i meant, but coming from a stupid fucking idiot. I shouldn't expect anything more than a dumb ass comment."

Guard- "Okay, Okay, Okay! If you two morons don't shut your pie-holes i am going to strangle the both of ya!"

"and the Yankees win the game 7 to 1, have a nice evening folks."

Owen looks at the small screen, he looks back at the drunkard and the mans face is paint free. Owen sighs in relief as the guard stands up and grabs his keys.

Guard- "Alright, thats my queue. Don't ever come back to this stadium again. drunken bastard you leave ten minutes after mister... what is it again?"

Before leaving the cell Owen adds...

Owen- "I never told you."

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On the ride to Vegas...

Owen- "How was he able to hear my thoughts for some reason."

The skinny, long haired woman next to him adds...

Woman- "Maybe because you don't keep your thoughts to yourself."

Owen- "wait so you can hear what im thinking?"

Woman- "Who says i can hear it? I can feel your thoughts in my mind aswell."\

Realizing that this whole time, he was thinking with his "wlan switch" on. He adds...

Owen- "So you can tell that i wear this face paint to hide my identity?"

Woman- "Yes, i can. But i don't even know who you are so your identity is safely secured."

Owen- "What? So this whole time i have been a nobody? an outcast? a Maniac without a cause or use?"

Woman- "Basically."

Owen- "But how?"

Woman- "Its all in a plan that has been plotted against you. In fact, in a couple of minutes it will be executed."

Owen sighs in disbelief, he blinks once more only to see the woman next to him with the same face paint design as his. He tries to stand up, but the female pulls him back into his seat with all of her might. To her success she adds...

Woman- "And just where do you think you are headed? Your gonna die son, and its only a matter of minutes before the driver loses control and skids off this cliff we are near."

The intensity builds up inside of Owen, at the same time of his blood pressure as well. He stands and yells at the driver.

Owen- "HEY! BUS DRIVER! YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP THIS BUS!"

Sure enough, the bus skids right off the cliff, Owen looks to his left and sees he woman vanish in clear sight. As does the rest of the people in the bus. Owen is left alone, with nothing but his screams. As soon as the bus becomes near contact with the ground, Owen opens his eyes and sits up in his apartment. He wipes the sweat from his forehead, and flips his quilt to the right side of the bed. He leans to the left, and reads the clock.


3:27


Owen- "Ahh! I've got that match today. Gotta head to jimmy's!"









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You just stood there screaming, fearing no one was listening to you.
They say the empty can rattles the most, The sound of your own voice must soothe you.

-James Hetfield ["My Friend of Misery"]



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