Writing Contest

Today we pit two of the fiercest writers working today. WHO WILL WIN? And... WHY?!?

Let's catch the action now!

TOMMY WISEAU

Mark: How was work today?

Johnny: Oh, pretty good. We got a new client and the bank will make a lot of money.

Mark: What client?

Johnny: I cannot tell you; it's confidential.

Mark: Aw, come on. Why not?

Johnny: No, I can't. Anyway, how is your sex life?

DON JOHNSON

A foxy bartender greeted him, “it’s whiskey weather out there handsome.” Seeing her fired his itch to perpetuate the species. He left to get some, which in his mind, getting was either predestined by astrology.... or three adult beverages...either way he’d take it. 

TOMMY WISEAU

Johnny: I kill you, you bastard!

Mark: You couldn't kill me if you tried.

Johnny: You betrayed me! You're not good. You, you're just a chicken. Chip-chip-chip-chip-cheep-cheep.

DON JOHNSON

His erection grew,with a mind of its own, anxious for release. She was wet, her body tingled anticipating what was to come. He carried her to the bed room. Clothes quickly off, condom on, she was ready and he slowly slid himself in her. They were one. They began slowly, milking every sensation, in spite of overwhelming hunger to rush to explosive conclusion. Then the train pulled out of the station and they were at warp speed, again, and again, all night long....fireworks!

TOMMY WISEAU

Lisa: You can come out now, Johnny. She's gone.

Johnny: In a few minutes, bitch.

Lisa: Who are you calling a bitch?

Johnny: You and your stupid mother.

DON JOHNSON

Regardless, they always horizontally drilled, it was in her blood. 

Not limited to her groove, he was putting it to many others. Missy learned about it. They had blowouts over it. She also disliked his scruffy dressing.

TOMMY WISEAU

Steven: I feel like I'm sitting on an atomic bomb waiting for it to go off.

Michelle: Me too!

DON JOHNSON

“When their spending, and banks leveraging it, greatly exceed resources it reduces the value of money.....” Missy interrupted them, she came from telling of Ryan’s between the sheets prowess to her mother. It made her wet. Missy said, “it’s late, let’s go. Dad’s heard enough.” 

Driving home, he said, “we were discussing important issues.” 

“And this is an urgent issue I’m handling,” fondling the bulge in his pants. Home. Together, with fevered hip grinding, they pounded to orgasm.

TOMMY WISEAU

Mark: Damn, man. Fuck! What do you want to know my secret for, man? Well, you are right. It's Lisa. I don't know what to do, man. I'm sort of pressed. It's HER fault. She's such a manipulative BITCH!

DON JOHNSON

In Denver months later, time slammed into Missy when she discovered her pregnancy. 

Sorry, Tommy... But Dad wins!!!

Next Week: Riffel goes head-to-head against Dad. WHO WILL WIN??