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Does Monica Ever Shut Up?
Topic Started: Nov 27 2007, 03:50 PM (28 Views)
riflewilly
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The sound of static from a television blares throughout the somewhat dark apartment of Riflewilly. The light from the television lights up the otherwise dark living room. The light reflects off of the metal of the European Championship sitting on a coffee table nearby. Rifle can be seen asleep in a recliner pushed all the way back into it’s recline position. He has a remote control in one hand and an empty cup in the other. The sounds of locks can be heard clicking from across the room and the front door opens. Jessica Harnson steps into the room wearing a sweatshirt and black pants. She has several plastic grocery bags in her hands. She walks over towards the kitchen leaving the front door wide open. She places the bags on the floor and then walks back to the front door. She closes it quietly and slowly so as not to wake Willy. Suddenly, the phone rings and Rifle jumps up snapping the recliner forward. This startles Jessica who leaps backward as Rifle reaches over for his cellphone. He flips it open and puts it up to his ear as he yawns.

Rifle: Hello?

Jessica begins taking things out of the grocery bags as Rifle listens to the voice on the phone.

Rifle: Thanks man. I am actually giving Sebastian a rematch whenever he makes his return because as I see it we are tied. I told him the war wasn’t over and he better believe me that it still isn’t over. Alright Later man.

Rifle places the phone back down on the table and leans back in the recliner again as Jessica continues removing the groceries from the bags. Rifle stares up at her and smiles. She stares back at him.

Jessica: So I see you were sleeping again.

Rifle smiles and shakes his head.

Rifle: Only because I had to sit and watch Monica Blaze spout on about who the hell knows what. It just went on and on and on. I think I dozed off right about when she began talking about how she was taller than me.

Rifle chuckles and rolls his eyes.

Rifle: I couldn’t give two craps about her height, weight, gender, sexual orientation, or even whether she was human or not. The fact is She is stepping into the ring with a man who doesn’t care if the odds are against him or not. She is stepping into the ring with a man who will stop at nothing to win.

Rifle watches as Jessica puts away the groceries and pretends to listen to him.

Rifle: I especially like how she makes fun of my name. Did I ever tell you how I got my name?

Jessica looks up and realizes she may be caught for not listening.

Jessica: What was that?

Rifle: I was talking about how I was given the name Riflewilly. About eight years ago I was fighting with my friend and I punched him in the face. He said it hurt almost as much as when the recoil of his dad’s shotgun hit him in the head accidentally. So he started calling me Riflewilly.

Rifle smiles and looks down at his European Championship.

Rifle: In all honesty I guess I just liked the name and kept it.

Rifle stands up and stretches a bit and then walks over towards his title. He looks down at it and seems lost in its shininess.

Rifle: I will tell you this though. Monica can keep pretending to be sick because this Thursday Night she won’t be pretending when I beat the living hell out of her. She keeps threatening to take the European Championship from me. She is talking like this week’s match is for the title. Does she realize she isn’t the number one contender? Then again it’s not like I care anyway. I like a challenge.

Rifle walks towards the front door of the apartment.

Rifle” Hey…Are you gonna come to the gym with me and your brother tomorrow?

Jessica shakes her head as we fade to black.
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