Post by Jason Evans on Aug 13, 2009 21:06:35 GMT -5
Evan Bourne is seen sitting in a hall way on the ground, looking down and depressed: When he sees the camera he looks at it and clears his throat...
Evan: I've committed murder...and the victim was my soul. It's over for me. I know that I can't compete any more like I used to compete...hell: it was a fluke that I was elected 'Most Improved' in the month of July. That means nothing now. Nothing means nothing. What is nothing by the way?
The camera shakes as Evan chuckles and the camera man answers Evan's questions.
Camera man: It is th--
Evan: I really don't give a damn about what you have to say.
Camera man: Yeah I know. I get that a lot.
Evan Bourne stands up and opens a door that he was leaning on while on the ground...it appears to be his locker room...he walks over to the fridge and takes out a beer, he holds one up and turns around while asking the camera man a question...
Evan: Want a cool brew?
Camera man: Naw, I work for a living. But thanks anyhow.
Evan puts the beer down and closes the fridge...he runs over to his couch and jumps over the back of it and lands on his back...he opens the bottle and takes a huge gulp, with the drink almost half way gone, Evan starts to talk as the camera follows almost immediately after...
Evan: So, what the hell are you doing here boy? Oh, don't even answer, I know what the reason is: you wanted to ask questions, but, I do this a lot and I think I can do this myslef...So, who do you think is t--you know, I really don't think that this is the kind of way I want to spend my Sunday...you mind going down to the nearest Liquor Store and tell them that your my friend?
Camera man: I have a job to do, Evan, let's get his over with so I can bone my wife.
Evan: Um, OK? Well, I just wanted to tell you that this isn't my ti me of day to be talking to you, you, people. I like to spend my after lunch hours on Sunday drinking and whacking off...so, I h--
Evans phone starts ringing, he takes it out of his pocket and answers it...
Evan: Hello?
Person on the other line: ...
Evan: OK, yeah, I can be there in five.
Person on the other line: ...
Evan: OK, I'll be there...bye bye now.
Evan: Well it seems that I have to go take care of some business...I'll see you later...tomorrow on Anarchy? OK, bye...
The Camera man exits the locker room...The camera cuts to black...
EORP.
Evan: I've committed murder...and the victim was my soul. It's over for me. I know that I can't compete any more like I used to compete...hell: it was a fluke that I was elected 'Most Improved' in the month of July. That means nothing now. Nothing means nothing. What is nothing by the way?
The camera shakes as Evan chuckles and the camera man answers Evan's questions.
Camera man: It is th--
Evan: I really don't give a damn about what you have to say.
Camera man: Yeah I know. I get that a lot.
Evan Bourne stands up and opens a door that he was leaning on while on the ground...it appears to be his locker room...he walks over to the fridge and takes out a beer, he holds one up and turns around while asking the camera man a question...
Evan: Want a cool brew?
Camera man: Naw, I work for a living. But thanks anyhow.
Evan puts the beer down and closes the fridge...he runs over to his couch and jumps over the back of it and lands on his back...he opens the bottle and takes a huge gulp, with the drink almost half way gone, Evan starts to talk as the camera follows almost immediately after...
Evan: So, what the hell are you doing here boy? Oh, don't even answer, I know what the reason is: you wanted to ask questions, but, I do this a lot and I think I can do this myslef...So, who do you think is t--you know, I really don't think that this is the kind of way I want to spend my Sunday...you mind going down to the nearest Liquor Store and tell them that your my friend?
Camera man: I have a job to do, Evan, let's get his over with so I can bone my wife.
Evan: Um, OK? Well, I just wanted to tell you that this isn't my ti me of day to be talking to you, you, people. I like to spend my after lunch hours on Sunday drinking and whacking off...so, I h--
Evans phone starts ringing, he takes it out of his pocket and answers it...
Evan: Hello?
Person on the other line: ...
Evan: OK, yeah, I can be there in five.
Person on the other line: ...
Evan: OK, I'll be there...bye bye now.
Evan: Well it seems that I have to go take care of some business...I'll see you later...tomorrow on Anarchy? OK, bye...
The Camera man exits the locker room...The camera cuts to black...
EORP.