Post by Nathan Versus on Jan 4, 2007 19:36:02 GMT
Sullivan: Oh Amy… Fuck, yea.
The camera opens to show Michael “Mad Dog” Sullivan, sitting on the edge of the sofa in his changing room, watching the Onslaught bikini special on his television, whilst gripping the remote control in his left hand -- his right is out of view -- before rewinding, pausing and slowing down the images on the screen…
Sullivan: (panting) Work it baby… Work it…
Suddenly he gasps, and collapses back on the sofa, breathing heavily, and moans aloud…
After a few moments, a smile forms on his face. He looks down at his lap, then reaches for a Kleenex, does what needs to be done, before tossing the Kleenex onto the sofa.
Sullivan then places a cigarette in his mouth, lights it, and takes a long, deep drag. He exhales with a sigh, before reaching for a bottle of beer and toasting the slow-motion image of Amy Wheeler…
Sullivan: (breathing heavily) This Bud’s for you, sweetcheeks.
Suddenly the door to his changing room is opened. In walks Destiny and Sullivan quickly zips himself up and turns off the television set. She slumps on the sofa next to him, folding her arms across her chest, visibly upset.
After a few moments, she starts to cry…
Sullivan: (to her) That time of the month again?
She doesn’t respond.
After a few moments, Sullivan lovingly places his hand on her shoulder…
Sullivan: (reassuringly) No need to be upset, darlin’, when the river runs red, I can take the back alley instead.
She turns to him, tears flowing down her face…
Destiny: I feel so fat and ugly!
Sullivan opens his mouth to speak, then thinks better of it…
Destiny: I was walking around outside and everywhere I looked, I saw these beautiful CCW Diva’s wandering around… I look like a monster compared to them! It’s not far!
Sullivan looks at her for a moment, wiping tears from her eyes…
Destiny: I need a tissue.
Sullivan complies, reaching for the packet of Kleenex, only to find the box empty. He then notices the Kleenex on the sofa and hands it to her.
Sullivan: You ever considered plastic surgery?
Destiny wipes her eyes with the Kleenex…
Destiny: Do you think that would help?
Sullivan shrugs his shoulders…
Destiny: I once thought about getting my breasts enlarged…
She cups her massive breasts in her hands, and Sullivan raises an eyebrow…
Sullivan: Perhaps… But I’m thinking more extensive…
Destiny: (confused) What do you mean?
Sullivan: The full works, everything, a complete makeover…
Destiny: (still confused) A makeover?
Sullivan: A makeover… Eyes, nose, ears, legs, everything… A whole new you.
Destiny looks intrigued and looks at him…
Destiny: Is that possible?
Sullivan: Sure. I knew a man on the inside, called himself ‘Dr. Death’… I think it was a pseudonym… Did all that kind of stuff… Admittedly, never on anyone who was alive… But I’m sure its possible.
Destiny: But… Who would I become?
Sullivan stubs out his cigarette, then lights another, then stops, as if he’s suddenly discovered the meaning of life…
He stares at Destiny for several moments, then opens his mouth to speak, then stares at Destiny for a few moments longer... He takes a drag on the cigarette...
Sullivan: What do you think of… Amy Wheeler?
END
The camera opens to show Michael “Mad Dog” Sullivan, sitting on the edge of the sofa in his changing room, watching the Onslaught bikini special on his television, whilst gripping the remote control in his left hand -- his right is out of view -- before rewinding, pausing and slowing down the images on the screen…
Sullivan: (panting) Work it baby… Work it…
Suddenly he gasps, and collapses back on the sofa, breathing heavily, and moans aloud…
After a few moments, a smile forms on his face. He looks down at his lap, then reaches for a Kleenex, does what needs to be done, before tossing the Kleenex onto the sofa.
Sullivan then places a cigarette in his mouth, lights it, and takes a long, deep drag. He exhales with a sigh, before reaching for a bottle of beer and toasting the slow-motion image of Amy Wheeler…
Sullivan: (breathing heavily) This Bud’s for you, sweetcheeks.
Suddenly the door to his changing room is opened. In walks Destiny and Sullivan quickly zips himself up and turns off the television set. She slumps on the sofa next to him, folding her arms across her chest, visibly upset.
After a few moments, she starts to cry…
Sullivan: (to her) That time of the month again?
She doesn’t respond.
After a few moments, Sullivan lovingly places his hand on her shoulder…
Sullivan: (reassuringly) No need to be upset, darlin’, when the river runs red, I can take the back alley instead.
She turns to him, tears flowing down her face…
Destiny: I feel so fat and ugly!
Sullivan opens his mouth to speak, then thinks better of it…
Destiny: I was walking around outside and everywhere I looked, I saw these beautiful CCW Diva’s wandering around… I look like a monster compared to them! It’s not far!
Sullivan looks at her for a moment, wiping tears from her eyes…
Destiny: I need a tissue.
Sullivan complies, reaching for the packet of Kleenex, only to find the box empty. He then notices the Kleenex on the sofa and hands it to her.
Sullivan: You ever considered plastic surgery?
Destiny wipes her eyes with the Kleenex…
Destiny: Do you think that would help?
Sullivan shrugs his shoulders…
Destiny: I once thought about getting my breasts enlarged…
She cups her massive breasts in her hands, and Sullivan raises an eyebrow…
Sullivan: Perhaps… But I’m thinking more extensive…
Destiny: (confused) What do you mean?
Sullivan: The full works, everything, a complete makeover…
Destiny: (still confused) A makeover?
Sullivan: A makeover… Eyes, nose, ears, legs, everything… A whole new you.
Destiny looks intrigued and looks at him…
Destiny: Is that possible?
Sullivan: Sure. I knew a man on the inside, called himself ‘Dr. Death’… I think it was a pseudonym… Did all that kind of stuff… Admittedly, never on anyone who was alive… But I’m sure its possible.
Destiny: But… Who would I become?
Sullivan stubs out his cigarette, then lights another, then stops, as if he’s suddenly discovered the meaning of life…
He stares at Destiny for several moments, then opens his mouth to speak, then stares at Destiny for a few moments longer... He takes a drag on the cigarette...
Sullivan: What do you think of… Amy Wheeler?
END