OOC: This is so poorly written, but it's meant to be. I also suck at writing, but let's call it 50/50! Oh, and I guarantee that reading this is a waste of your time, effort and cash. Well, maybe not cash. But it could be if you send me some.

The scene opens up to a poorly lit, rather dirty, greyly concrete abandoned warehouse, with a few useless stacks of boxes and shelving around the place because nobody really cares enough to keep the place tidy or just generally maintain it, and the people who own it won't waste money or resources on cleaning it as it just doesn't matter to them at this point in time...

Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Two chairs are tied back to back in the middle of the warehouse with rope that looks like it really shouldn't do shit to hold anything in place as one could easily lift it over their head with their teeth and it doesn't look like anyone's really there to stop it from happening, and in those chairs are two women, with potato sacks over their heads because apparently that's the most dramatic way that they could possibly do this when a blindfold would have sufficed.

Suddenly a man in a needlessly expensive suit walks in, though there's really no point in describing him, as he's pretty generic anyway, so you get the general idea. I would like you point out that his suit is a navy blue though. It's not really a key element to the story, but I felt that I needed to convey that. Anyway, the man opproaches the women tied into the chairs and pulls a pocket knife out of his... Well, his pocket. It's a little generic, sure, but I don't give a rat's a--.

The man removes the potato sacks from the heads of the two women in one swift motion and throws them on the floor in an untidy manner. In these chairs are Kimmy-K and Ann Thraxx, with their jaws wired shut. Most people would consider this a bad thing in Kimmy's case, but nobody really cares about Ann and she's a lot more interesting with her jaw wired shut anyway, am I right!?... Nothing? Nobody? Okay, then. You don't have to be so rude. Whatever. Both Ann and Kimmy have badly cut faces and burns, etc, etc. I'm just narrating bullshit now. I want to go home.

Man - Kimberly and... Angela.

Ann gives the man an angry glare but gets backhanded across the face.

Man - Thirty seconds in, and I already want to kill you, Angela... Now you're probably both wondering why you're here, right? Why you were dragged out of your homes, tortured and nearly killed by people you've never met before in your life. The reason for all of this is simple. We've had word that both of you have spent a long time thinking about returning to the XWF. While you were both making your decisions, we devised this little plan to make sure that you can't return to the wretched company. This is only the beginning of the XWF's destruction. We will scare everyone out of the XWF, and those stupid enough to stay in it will die with the company. But first, we need to start with a threat. Our threat is being broadcasted live across the internet from an undisclosed location. The death of two former members of the XWF. The war is just beginning.

The man slowly raises his knife to Ann's throat, and runs the blade through it. Blood sprays all over him and he smiles as Ann writhes in pain and her entire body begins to go limp.

Man - I'm sorry you had to see that, Kimmy. I really am. Well, that's just a figure of speech. I'm not sorry for any of this. But she was the biggest nuissance throughout this entire plan. She killed three of our guys!... Anyway, I guess this just leaves you. The sad part is I actually kind of like you, Kimmy. However, some things overall are more important than your life. A lot more important. Things like money.

The man presses the blood-coated blade to Kimmy's throat and Kimmy tries to pull away, but is very unsuccessful. The blade runs through her throat--... Just as she wakes up in bed screaming at the top of her lungs. She looks all around her room, touching her mouth with her hand to make sure that her jaw's not wired shut like it was in her nightmare. Kimmy collapses into her pillow with relief and fear, and begins to sob into her pillow as the camera that's in her bedroom for no reason fades to white.

...................
Who says, who says you're not perfect?
Who says you're not worth it?
Who says you're the only one that's hurtin'?
Trust me, that's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty?
Who says you're not beautiful?
Who says?

LET ME SUCK THEM TITTIES BITCH

I hate people who look different

and if u dont like it then u can leave