Post by tobeornottobe on Oct 22, 2006 11:44:32 GMT -5
Foreign language countries. They can never match up to the good ol' United States. Look at it. The dirty streets. The crazy crime rate. The poverty. It brings the thought of "I hate this place" or "I wish I lived somewhere better" come across the minds of all these people. They don't feel anger or sorrow for themselves. But they feel something else for the people who have all these things that they can possibly dream of at their use.
ENVY
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Driving down a road. A dusty road at that. The people of a small town in Singapore look at them inside the car and stare. They aren't looking at him or her for the hell of it. They look at them and see movie star clothing. They see wealth. They see a rich, powerful man. They grow....Envious.
The town smells like boiled eggs mixed with dirty animals fighting over a dead bird in a corner somewhere. The hazy sunlight shines down on the unstable metal shingles. The people just look and stare. The car drives through the people and takes a left onto the cement road ahead.
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[Man]
Look at all of this. It’s just sad.
[Woman]
What’s sad?
[Man]
Look at all of these people. I can just see in their savage eyes. They wish they were me.
[Woman]
You? What about me?
[Man]
What about you? I don’t see “Object of Envy” under your name. All I see is a cheap three dollar fashion advisor.
[Woman]
you, Miguel!
[Miguel]
You know something, Allison? You already did! And as far as I’m concerned, I wasn’t the only one! Now… I’m pretty sure that you know that I have a match against a returning superstar at Odium. He actually reminded me of those savage broke people back there.
[Allison]
Ok…Let me calm down now….Who the you have to complain about now?
[Miguel]
Shut your mouth you cheap slut… And just to let you know, it’s Juba. Yeah, Juba. The former “Young Gunn Champion”. What aing looser. He had the world around his waist, but then he dropped the ball. What a freaking intellectually- disabled person. He, just like all those other people back there wish that they were in my position. I don’t understand how you leave the promotion, and your first match back, you get booked against me. Not only against me, but for an opportunity at the “Meggalisious” belt, formally known as the “Asshat” belt. What ridiculous names. I swear, when I beat that jailbird bum, Juba, then I will beat that transvestite Meg and rename that belt something even better.
[Allison]
Let me guess….The “Envy” Championship?
[Miguel]
I was thinking something along the lines of “How to have a slut in your corner” Championship. Or the “Manager who smells like a day old fish” Championship. But the “Envy” Championship works just fine…
Scene fades to black
ENVY
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Driving down a road. A dusty road at that. The people of a small town in Singapore look at them inside the car and stare. They aren't looking at him or her for the hell of it. They look at them and see movie star clothing. They see wealth. They see a rich, powerful man. They grow....Envious.
The town smells like boiled eggs mixed with dirty animals fighting over a dead bird in a corner somewhere. The hazy sunlight shines down on the unstable metal shingles. The people just look and stare. The car drives through the people and takes a left onto the cement road ahead.
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[Man]
Look at all of this. It’s just sad.
[Woman]
What’s sad?
[Man]
Look at all of these people. I can just see in their savage eyes. They wish they were me.
[Woman]
You? What about me?
[Man]
What about you? I don’t see “Object of Envy” under your name. All I see is a cheap three dollar fashion advisor.
[Woman]
you, Miguel![Miguel]
You know something, Allison? You already did! And as far as I’m concerned, I wasn’t the only one! Now… I’m pretty sure that you know that I have a match against a returning superstar at Odium. He actually reminded me of those savage broke people back there.
[Allison]
Ok…Let me calm down now….Who the
you have to complain about now?[Miguel]
Shut your mouth you cheap slut… And just to let you know, it’s Juba. Yeah, Juba. The former “Young Gunn Champion”. What a
ing looser. He had the world around his waist, but then he dropped the ball. What a freaking intellectually- disabled person. He, just like all those other people back there wish that they were in my position. I don’t understand how you leave the promotion, and your first match back, you get booked against me. Not only against me, but for an opportunity at the “Meggalisious” belt, formally known as the “Asshat” belt. What ridiculous names. I swear, when I beat that jailbird bum, Juba, then I will beat that transvestite Meg and rename that belt something even better.[Allison]
Let me guess….The “Envy” Championship?
[Miguel]
I was thinking something along the lines of “How to have a slut in your corner” Championship. Or the “Manager who smells like a day old fish” Championship. But the “Envy” Championship works just fine…
Scene fades to black
