Post by roach on Mar 19, 2014 14:12:45 GMT -5
*Scene opens up in a jail cell in Cuthbert, Georgia. Roach is seen flagged out on the cold concrete floor with Slater Kain several feet from him doing the same. Roach starts to moan and move before slowly awakening from his drunken sleep. He leans up in a sitting stance holding his head as he looks like he's in pain.*
Roach: What the fuck happen last night! did I really get that fucked up that I don't remember a thing. All I can remember is pounding back all that green beer and........
*Roach covers his face with his right hand shaking is head in disgust.*
Roach: Fucking jager bombs, those fucking things get me every time but their so good I can't say no to them.
*Roach takes a look at Slater as he's snoring and drooling out his mouth all over the concrete floor.*
Roach: What a fucking guy.
*A Police Officer walks up to the cell and ask's how Roach is doing.*
Officer: How are you feeling you drunken fool?
Roach: Fucking head is pounding that's for sure, may I ask what the fuck I did last night Officer?
Officer: You and your little buddy over there got pretty trashed and started to start shit with some locals. You sure did a number on about 3 or 4 of them while your buddy watched and was trying to pick up some chicks.
Roach: Figures that's how my night went, any idea when we can get out of here?
Officer: As soon as you can find someone to come bail you two out of here. I'll come back in ten minutes to get you guys to make your calls. You both get a call to whoever you would like.
*The officer walks away, Roach gets up and walks over to Slater who is still passed out on the ground. He kicks Slater in the ribs as he wakes up right away, Slater holds his head and ribs in pain.*
Slater Kain: What the fuck! where the fuck are we?
Roach: We're in jail you fool.
Slater Kain: Fuck we must have had a good night!
Roach: It sounds like we did, I got a little warmed up I guess for my match at Black Out 2. From the sounds of it I'm looking pretty good, I'm ready for this match against that dirt squirrel Alice. So many thoughts are going through my head right now for what to do in the match, I would tell you but I don't want to ruin the surprise. I think I'm still drunk, maybe that's why I'm getting these great fucked up idea's. One idea keeps running through my head and that is me pinning Alice Knight and moving past her for good. This bitch has been a throne in my side ever since I joined The Family.
Slater Kain: She's jealous they offered it to you instead of that hobo.
Roach: True!
*The Officer comes to the cell banging his billy club against the bars.*
Officer: I'll take one of you right now to make your phone call.
Roach: You go head first Slater, give Mario a call to see if he can bail us out of this dump.
Slater Kain: Sounds good!
*The officer opens the cell and lets Slater out, the two of them walk away to make the phone call. Roach is in the cell holding his stomach looking uncomfortable.*
Roach: Fuck I have to shit bad!
*Roach runs over to the toilet and drops his pants as he sits his ass on the cold toilet. Farting sounds are heard, sounds of shit hitting the water is heard right behind the farts.*
Roach: Fuck I couldn't hold that shit in, all that green beer and jager bombs run right through me.
*Roach rests his arms on his knee's holding his face with both hands. Roach starts to think about his match at Black Out 2 in his head.*
Roach: I can't lose this match, wait what the fuck am I saying. I'm not going to lose this match at all, it's a fucking hardcore match and this is my specialty. I am Mr.Hardcore......I live for this shit, I live to hurt people in and out of the ring. I can't wait to get out of here and make our way to Orlando to get ready for this blood bath match. I give Alice props she does know how to fight and she sure does know how to get under people's skin. What the fuck Roach, why are you giving this stupid bitch props on everything. This is not like you to do this, I might still be drunk cause I never give my opponents props like this.
*Roach grunts as another farting sound is heard with a tiny squeal behind it as he begins to chuckle a little. Roach begins to wave his head in front of his face trying to get rid of the stink that flowing through the air. Thoughts are still running through his head.*
Roach: Holy fuck do I ever stink! not as bad as that homeless fuck Knight does. I have no idea how Brianna can stand that stink. I don't think she has ever heard of a shower or soap, she smells like old fish and dirty old gym socks. I don't smell the greatest either but I'm a man, a woman should never ever smell that bad. After our match I'm going to make sure she has to take a shower after, she will be covered with her own blood. She will be drenched in blood looking like the chick from the Carrie movie's.
*Roach stops shitting and wipes his ass but doesn't flush the toilet waiting for the next idiot to get tossed into the drunk tank to see it. Roach starts to wash his hands then the cell door opens and Slater Kain walks in with the Officer standing on the outside of the cell.*
Roach: So?
Slater Kain: Oh my mom's doing good but she won't come down here to get us!
Roach: What the fuck are you talking about you stupid fuck?
Slater Kain: You told me to call someone to bail us out.
Roach: Yah I know! but I told you to give Mario a call not your fucking mother. Fuck sakes! you're an idiot, wait here I'm going to go give Bishop a call and see if he will bail us out.
*Roach walks out of the cell as the officer escorts him to the nearest phone. Roach grabs the phone and dials Bishops cell number. The phone rings for a good minute until Bishop picks up. Scene cuts to a cheap motel room where Bishop is seen sweating and wearing nothing but a towel.*
Ian Bishop: Who the fuck is this?
Roach: Yo! Its Roach. I kind of need a favour.
Ian Bishop: You know I'm pretty pissed off right now, I'm with a hooker right now and you know they charge by the hour.
Roach: Fuck my bad bud, how is she by the way.
*Bishop looks back at the naked hooker on the bed.*
Ian Bishop: She's alright, I've had better. So what the fuck is up why the hell are you calling me?
Roach: Well Slater and I got in some trouble last night and ended up in jail, soooooo we kind of need someone to bail us out and I thought maybe you could swing by.
Ian Bishop: Fuck Roach your my boy and would do anything for you, yah I'll swing by and bail you guys out. Give me like five minutes to finish this whore off.
Roach: You mean like 1 minute!
*Roach laughs.*
Ian Bishop: Fuck off pal! I'll be there soon to get you fuckers out.
Roach: Fuck thanks bud, I'll buy some weed and coke for us when you bail us out.
*Scene cuts back to the jail as Roach looks at the Officer standing by him as he is shaking his head.*
Roach: I mean herbs and spices.
*Roach hangs up the phone as the scene slowly fades to black.*
