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| [The scene opens in the backseat of Chris Stevens' baby blue Dodge Viper.] Chris: Oh, man, this day is going to supremely rule! Jason: Oh yeah, another day off. I like it. Chris: The sun is shining, the birds are, well, not chirping, but it's a great day to have a day off. Jason: Okay. So what's on our schedule first? (picks up a piece of paper from the dashboard.] Looks to me like you're about to lose in Mini Golf, my friend. Chris: Oooooh, bring it on, punk! [The scene fades out and back in at a building with a big sign on the front, "Maniac Mini Golf". Jason and Chris are approaching the door.] Jason: What are you talking about? You can't get a par 15 on an 18-hole course! Chris: Sure you can. Just skip the first 17 holes and get a par 15 on the 18th hole, 'cause it's always the hardest hole. Jason: Whatever. (walks up to counter) Chris: Two please. Cashier: That's $9.41. Have a good game. [Chris tosses a $10.00 bill on the counter, grabs a putter and a blue ball and heads out. Jason grabs his putter and an orange ball and heads to the first hole.] Jason: You go first. Chris: You mean, best for last. Therefore, I go last. Jason: You're hopelessly cocky, you know that? (placing ball on course.) [Jason concentrates slowly, and putts the ball. It hits a pole, then the side, then another pole, and drops slowly into the hole.] Jason: I didn't see that. Did it go in? Can you tell me if I got a hole in one? Did it go in? Chris: Ah shaddap! [Chris puts his ball down and putts it. It zooms down the course, hitting the back and skipping out into the bushes.] Chris: Did it go in? Huh? Can you tell me wheth…oh wait. Crap. Stupid ball. Jason: Ha-HAH! [Chris goes to pick up his ball and places it back on the course. He putts it in.] Chris: Bite me. I'm still in this. [The scene fades out then re-opens on the 18th hole.] Jason: So that brings me to -9 and you to +21. That means I win by a whole 29 points, bro! Chris: That was just for fun! You didn't tell me we were actually playing for real or anything! Let's play again! Jason: No way. You lose! Chris: ….Damn. So what are we doing next. [Jason pulls the list from his pocket.] Jason: Let's see. It says here that we're going to a strip club. Your writing. Chris: I was framed! I didn't do it! Jason: We're not going to a strip club on our day off. Next on the list though is Go-Karts! Chris: This time you're going down! Jason: Time to play Prove Chris Wrong one more time! To the track! [The two men run back into the building and out to the car as the scene fades to black. It fades in to a Go-Kart track. Last Resort are strapping their helmets on.] Chris: Your helmet sucks. Jason: Not as much as yours does. Chris: Did I pick the… Jason: Hearts, flowers and bright pink! You loser! Chris: Goddamit! (throwing helmet down) I wasn't looking when I picked mine! (grabbing a black helmet.) Man: Please hurry, guys, we're starting. [Chris and Jason dash to the gate and hop into their respective cars. The flag guy waves the green flag and everyone bursts out of the starting positions. "Everyone" seems to be Chris and Jason. A camera follows both of them in a side-by-side. Jason is taking tight turns around corners and doing perfect driving while Chris is swerving down straightaways and crashing into the side barricades. After ten quick laps for Jason and ten humiliating laps for Chris, the race is over. Both men hop out of their cars.] Jason: You sucked! I lapped you like six times! Chris: My seatbelt was too tight and the pedals were too close! Jason: Quit complaining. Chris: I'm not. What do we do next? Jason: Laser Tag baby! Chris: We're having more of an arcade day than a day off. We've got mini-golf, go-karts and now Laser tag. Jason: You're whining about it?! Chris: No! I'm just making a point! What time is it? Jason: Noon. Chris: Only noon? We've got so much more to do! Jason: Yup. Now, let's go and stop wasting time! [The scene fades through to Last Resort standing in a small, dark room with black lights everywhere, getting their gear on.] Chris: (shooting Jason) Gotcha! Jason: We haven't even started yet. PA System: ***All Players May Now Enter The Playing Area!*** [Chris grins at Jason and they both bolt off into the dark arena. The camera is again in a side-to-side. Chris is blasting people and getting points left and right while Jason is having a lot of trouble, mostly because he keeps getting shot by Chris. The time slowly runs out, and they both exit to the blacklighted room again to take their gear off and look at the scoreboard.] Chris: My god. Who was the guy with the codename Sharpshooter? That guy sucked! He's in last place by like six hundred points! Jason: …..That was me…… Chris: YOU? Hahahahahaha!!! You moron!! You suck at Laser Tag! Jason: Wait-look at the guy in first! That guy blew everyone away, codename Chris Steve… Chris: WHOOOOO!!! Who's the Master! Oooohhhh yeeeeahhhh!!! Jason: You actually won something? Chris: Tell you what. We have seven things to do today. All competition-type things. You've won the first two, and I just won this one. Best of seven, you lead 2-1. Sound good? Jason: Good to me, 'cause you're going down! Chris: Bring it. What are you going to lose at next? Jason: If I read correctly, it says we get to play a little game of ice hockey at the rink, does it not? Chris: Free lessons for you, why not? Let's go! [The scene fades to black. It fades back in at the arena. Jason and Chris sit and the benches putting their skates on.] Chris: (singing quietly) …'cause we don't, don't give a fuck and, we won't ever give a fuck until, you give a… Jason: Quit singing our entrance music. Chris: I can do whatever I want, boy. Let's go give you some skating lessons. Jason: Lez' go! [They both step out onto the ice, each with gloves and a stick. It appears nobody is at the rink today except for these TWW Superstars. Chris grabs a puck on his stick and rifles a beautiful wrist shot to the top corner. Jason is at the other end, shootig wobbly slapshots into the mesh of the net. They both skate some practice laps before getting ready to face off at center ice.] Jason: Just say go and I'll win the faceoff. Whene… Chris: GO! (stealing the puck away) [Chris dekes past Jason and swerves around the ice, showing off, before skating straight to the net and blasting one straight in. Jason is on his butt at the blue line.] Chris: (leaning on net) The trickiest thing here is to stay on your skates. You're not going to score goals on your ass, my friend. Jason: Shut your trap. There was a divot in the ice. Chris: (yawn) Want to try again, junior? Jason: Sure. (stands up) [Chris wins another faceoff, dekes around Jason, and pots a second goal. Once again, Jason is still trying just to accelerate at center ice.] Chris: Two nothing. Forfeit yet? Jason: Hell no. Bring it. I'm just warming up! [Chris wins the third faceoff and repeats his feat again.] Chris: You're not not warming up, man, you're colding down! Here, have a free goal. [Chris cradles the puck with his stick.] Chris: Heads up! [He rifles a waist-high slapshot that hits the ice at the opposite blueline and skitters into the net.] Chris: He SCCCCCCCOOOOORRREEESSS!!! Jason: Shut UP! I forfeit! Chris: I was only kidding about that. It's 3-1. I've got to get to ten before you. [They square up at center. Chris says go, then purposely falls on his butt to give Jason a chance. Jason clumsily cradles the puck and skates wobbly down the ice. He's at the blueline when Chris stands back up. He bolts down, sweeps his stick through Jason's legs, and steals the puck. He turns around, skates a lap around the ice, then goes to the net and fires it in.] Chris: Did that go in? Can you tell me? Huh? Did you see the puck go in the net? Now you know what it feels like, sucker. [The scene fades to black then back in to Chris and Jason sitting on the bench untying their skates.] Chris: Have you skated at ALL before?? Jason: A little. Shut up. Chris: So what was the final score? 10-1? Jason: I think so. At least I got one goal. Chris: I scored that for you, remember? Jason: Damn. Chris: Okay (putting on shoes). So what's next? Jason: You mean what are you going to lose at next? Chris: Bring it. Answer my question. Jason: Calm down. We've got a little game session at Joey's Arcade. Chris: Video Game session! Sweet! Jason: We play for tickets, so most tickets in one hour wins! Chris: Sweeeeeett!!! [They stand up and begin to walk out as the scene fades through to the arcade. Jason is putting money in the token machine and Chris is dumping the coins in his pocket.] Chris: One hour most tickets. Phh. You're gonna get your ass kicked! Jason: Sure (grabbing tokens). We'll just see about that. [The camera darts between Chris and Jason, showing game highlights of the hour: Chris gets #1 on the high score board of the Whack-A-Mole game, Jason gets a perfect score in Hot Shot Basketball. Both of them are reeling in the tickets. Soon the hour is over. They go to the front to tally tickets.] Chris: Alllll right! So we put them in this little machine that counts them, right? Cashier: Yes sir. Chris: Sir? Coooool! [Chris begins feeding his strings of tickets into the machine. When he is finished, a little screen on the machine reads, "674".] Chris: Beat THAT, little man! Jason: My pleasure (feeding tickets). [The machine starts to feed his tickets in. At the end, the screen reads "673", one less than Chris.] Chris: (singing) I believe in Miracles! Where you're from! You sexay thing! Sexay thing you!! Jason: Son-of-a-bitch!! Chris: Oh MAN! You lose and I win, sucka! Haha!! That puts me ahead 3-2 in the Best-Of-Seven, chump! Haha! Jason: God DAMNIT! Chris: One more win! Just one more win! Jason: One more win, huh? Chris: Uh, yeah, moron. Jason: You're going to beat ME at NFL Blitz for N64? Chris: Who put THAT on the list?! Jason: You! Chris: I did?!?! Jason: You bet. Let's head home and get me a win. [The scene fades to black as the two men take their points reciepts to cash in another time and head out the door. It fades back into a luxurious living room, with a big-screen TV hooked up to the Nintendo 64. Jason and Chris burst in through the doorway, and grab a controller off the floor. They both plop down on the leather couch in the center of the room and Jason flicks the game on.] Jason: You've got a nice house, man. Chris: TWW gives good money, you know. Yours should be nice too. Jason: Oh it is. Believe me. Chris: Okay, moron, shutup and press Start. Jason: Who do you want to be? I'll give you any team you want. Chris: Eenie-meenie-miny-mo…St. Louis baby! Warner will bring you down! Jason: Aaannnndddd I pick…hmm…let's see…Atlanta Falcons! Chris: Alanta sucks. Jason: St. Louis sucks. Chris: St. Louis won the Superbowl! Jason: They did? Chris: Yeah. Guess you're an idiot if you don't know that. Jason: Whatever. Coin flip. Chris: Heads! Jason: Looks like it's heads. I kick to you? Chris: Hell yes! [Jason and Chris begin to play. Chris recieves the kickoff and begins running down the field. His players block a lot of tackles and he dodges some, until he is just clear into the open. He zooms into the endzone for a 89-yard touchdown.] Chris: Look who's going to lose! Jason: You've been practicing! Chris: Damn straight. [Chris sets up, and blasts a PAT perfecly through the center of the uprights.] Chris: Ohh-wee-ooh, da score is 7 to 0! Jason: You HAVE been practicing! [The scene fades out and back in with 17 seconds left in the 4th Quarter. The score is 30-23 for St. Louis.The ball belongs to Atlanta on the 17 yard line. Jason huts the ball to his quarterback, who waits a bit, then launches a beautiful pass to a man wide open in the corner of the endzone.] Jason: Scooooooorrrreeeesssss!!!! Chris: Get the PAT and it's tied, oh crap! Jason: Hell yes!! [Chris grips his controller tight. The ball is sent back to the guy that holds the ball, the kicker runs up, but suddenly out of nowhere, a St. Louis Ram bolts in front of the play and gets the ball in the face! He goes down and the ball bounces to the ground.] Chris: IT'S BLOCKED! Yeeeaahhhhh!!! Jason: Crap!!! [Time runs out on the clock.] Chris: Yeeeessssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Da man wins the series!! Jason: Daaammniiiitt!!! Chris: Wooo! Looks like you're buying dinner, or something, I want my prize! Jason: Sure. Dinner's on me. Chris: Kickass!!! [The two men walk out the door as the scene fades to black. Chris has a little jump in his step while Jason's is kind of slouched. Both of them anticipate their huge match tommorow at Mind Games.] (OOC: I actually put a little effort into this one, and I am positive it's my best RP yet!) |
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