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Talking smack to TANTRUM and texting Sara Angel.
by Cotton The Clown August 6th 2009, 11:57 am
“Cotton candy don’t get wet until it’s in your mouth!” says Violent J of the Insane
Clown Posse in a falsetto voice. The
sound comes out of the small purple cell phone the little clown girl has in her
hand. She flips it open, eyes scanning
the screen.
“Hell yeah, baby. Good news,” she says handing
the phone to Old Jeb.
He squints at the screen for a few seconds before handing the phone back to
Candy. “Cain’t read it. Them letters is too small,” he confesses. “My old eyes just ain’t what they useter be.”
“It’s a text message from Brenton Cyrus,” she says.
“He agreed to the stipulation we made for the Revenge match of Cotton
against Tantrum. God, what a dumb name,”
she says, rolling her eyes. She turns to
Cotton. He stands perfectly still, arms
crossed, staring off into the distance from the deck of the hot air
balloon. They are somewhere between Sri Lanka and New York.
“Did you hear that, hunk?” she asks Cotton.
He turns, questioningly looking at Candy as she slips the phone into the
back pocket of her hip-hugger jeans.
“Cyrus says you get your street-fight in the revenge match.”
Cotton grins. All the misdeeds in the all
worlds seem to come from that malicious smile.
He nods his head and then turns back to watch the world go by.
* * *
Candy looks lustily into the camera. It looks
more like she is looking into your eyes.
Or directly into your soul. You
can see she actually has purple eyes.
Twilight Eyes. Then she says,
almost pouting it seems, “Sorry we missed some of the tour dates. It takes a hell of a long time to get
ANYWHERE in this stupid balloon.”
She shoots a look at Old Jeb over her shoulder.
He gives her a dismissive wave.
Looking into the camera (or into your soul) she continues, “So, Tantrum… there will be
no cheating this time. No lucky
breaks. And Old Jeb and me will even
stay far away. You will have nowhere to
run. No where to hide. Your broken body will be scooped up into a
bucket and thrown in the trash.”
She
gives a smile and a wink.
“I have some of my own business to attend to now.”
Candy pulls out her cell phone and slides it open sideways to send a
text. She reads aloud as she types.
“As for you, you mini-Bret Hart wanna be bitch,
I am going to eat your soul.”
She pushes send. Then immediately begins
typing again. Sending her next text to
Sara Angel as well.
“Get ready to STEP INTO THE SIDESHOW!!!”
Clown Posse in a falsetto voice. The
sound comes out of the small purple cell phone the little clown girl has in her
hand. She flips it open, eyes scanning
the screen.
“Hell yeah, baby. Good news,” she says handing
the phone to Old Jeb.
He squints at the screen for a few seconds before handing the phone back to
Candy. “Cain’t read it. Them letters is too small,” he confesses. “My old eyes just ain’t what they useter be.”
“It’s a text message from Brenton Cyrus,” she says.
“He agreed to the stipulation we made for the Revenge match of Cotton
against Tantrum. God, what a dumb name,”
she says, rolling her eyes. She turns to
Cotton. He stands perfectly still, arms
crossed, staring off into the distance from the deck of the hot air
balloon. They are somewhere between Sri Lanka and New York.
“Did you hear that, hunk?” she asks Cotton.
He turns, questioningly looking at Candy as she slips the phone into the
back pocket of her hip-hugger jeans.
“Cyrus says you get your street-fight in the revenge match.”
Cotton grins. All the misdeeds in the all
worlds seem to come from that malicious smile.
He nods his head and then turns back to watch the world go by.
* * *
Candy looks lustily into the camera. It looks
more like she is looking into your eyes.
Or directly into your soul. You
can see she actually has purple eyes.
Twilight Eyes. Then she says,
almost pouting it seems, “Sorry we missed some of the tour dates. It takes a hell of a long time to get
ANYWHERE in this stupid balloon.”
She shoots a look at Old Jeb over her shoulder.
He gives her a dismissive wave.
Looking into the camera (or into your soul) she continues, “So, Tantrum… there will be
no cheating this time. No lucky
breaks. And Old Jeb and me will even
stay far away. You will have nowhere to
run. No where to hide. Your broken body will be scooped up into a
bucket and thrown in the trash.”
She
gives a smile and a wink.
“I have some of my own business to attend to now.”
Candy pulls out her cell phone and slides it open sideways to send a
text. She reads aloud as she types.
“As for you, you mini-Bret Hart wanna be bitch,
I am going to eat your soul.”
She pushes send. Then immediately begins
typing again. Sending her next text to
Sara Angel as well.
“Get ready to STEP INTO THE SIDESHOW!!!”
Cotton The Clown- Proving Ground
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