Post by Mr. Mason on Oct 1, 2016 5:06:28 GMT
Mason is getting ready to leave to head down to Vegas to visit Candy before the next Livewire show. He’s just gotten out of the shower and has his Pandora radio station on for Eminem as “Rap God” by Eminem begins to play.
Instead of letting Eminem rap, Mason raps along with his own lyrics. The only part he can even keep up with at all is the main chorus.
He turns around to see that Brittany is using her phone to record the video of him dancing around in his boxers and socks rapping badly. He stops as the music continues on.
“Don’t stop! This is great!”
Mason crosses his arm and glares at her.
“Don’t you dare post that video!”
Brittany stops recording and puts her phone down. She giggles.
“Oh trust me, no one is ever gonna know about your dancing. Who’d want to?”
Brittany raises her hand with a big smile on her face. Mason walks toward her.
“Don’t even.”
Brittany runs out of the room and heads for the hotel room door, but Mason is too fast and grabs her from behind.
“Ew! You’re wet!”
“Yes I am. Give me the phone.”
Mason lets go of Brittany and she turns around and leans back against the door. She looks up at him like she is lusting for a kiss, but he doesn’t notice that look in her eyes.
“Last chance, Britt…”
“I hate when you call me that!”
Brittany crosses her arms, holding her phone in her left hand. Mason takes the phone from her, and at this point she doesn’t resist. He looks at the phone and walks away from her.
“What’s this 800 number?”
“No! Give it back!”
Mason turns around just as Brittany collides with him. She tackles him to the ground and wrestles to get her phone back. She does and gets up.
“Don’t ever touch my phone again without my permission.”
She glares down at him and then walks away. She heads toward the door and leaves the room. Mason still on his back looks in the direction of the door.
“What exactly happened there? Was that a phone sex number?"
Mason gets back up and goes back to getting ready to go.
"I'm going to go get my socks on, socks on..."
“Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble,
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
You were just what the doctor ordered”
Instead of letting Eminem rap, Mason raps along with his own lyrics. The only part he can even keep up with at all is the main chorus.
“I’m beginning to put my socks on, socks on
Ernie is somewhere tryin’ to get his rocks off, rocks off
How many blue pills does it take before he takes off, takes off?
Livewire fans gettin’ ready to blow the roof off.
Zack Fantana has happy ending stains on his jeans
Had a massage and had to pay for it
Keeps talkin’ shit gonna get bitch slapped, know it
Stay focused on Scion or you gonna blow it.
Kimitsu is disgusting, everybody knows it
Attacking people ‘cause she’s mad and broken
Mad ‘cause her face is frozen, oh well
It’s just a matter of time ‘til Candy busts her nose in.
Jason Kaine’s got a thing for creepy guys
He’s an Ernie guy, used to bendin’ over for the perverts' lies
Someone tell stalker Mark that he’s got what EBAY buys
Kimi already knows I’m gonna be standin’ at the end of the night.”
Eminem gets to the main part a good few seconds ahead of Mason, but he doesn’t care. He also doesn’t know that as he’s rapping and acting stupid, Brittany is watching everything. He continues on.“I’m beginning to put my socks on, socks on…”
He turns around to see that Brittany is using her phone to record the video of him dancing around in his boxers and socks rapping badly. He stops as the music continues on.
“Don’t stop! This is great!”
Mason crosses his arm and glares at her.
“Don’t you dare post that video!”
Brittany stops recording and puts her phone down. She giggles.
“Oh trust me, no one is ever gonna know about your dancing. Who’d want to?”
Brittany raises her hand with a big smile on her face. Mason walks toward her.
“Don’t even.”
Brittany runs out of the room and heads for the hotel room door, but Mason is too fast and grabs her from behind.
“Ew! You’re wet!”
“Yes I am. Give me the phone.”
Mason lets go of Brittany and she turns around and leans back against the door. She looks up at him like she is lusting for a kiss, but he doesn’t notice that look in her eyes.
“Last chance, Britt…”
“I hate when you call me that!”
Brittany crosses her arms, holding her phone in her left hand. Mason takes the phone from her, and at this point she doesn’t resist. He looks at the phone and walks away from her.
“What’s this 800 number?”
“No! Give it back!”
Mason turns around just as Brittany collides with him. She tackles him to the ground and wrestles to get her phone back. She does and gets up.
“Don’t ever touch my phone again without my permission.”
She glares down at him and then walks away. She heads toward the door and leaves the room. Mason still on his back looks in the direction of the door.
“What exactly happened there? Was that a phone sex number?"
Mason gets back up and goes back to getting ready to go.
"I'm going to go get my socks on, socks on..."
