Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Feb 20, 2020 21:40:00 GMT -5
*The camera opens up on the display of an off-brand mp3 player while a finger beeps around the menu looking for something. Finally the finger’s owner finds what he wants and the last beep almost immediately gives way to the upbeat 80’s classic, “Working for the Weekend” by Loverboy.*
*We cut right away to Randy Angel feeling the hot vibes from the song as he looks around the Pack’s new headquarters, the Warehouse Kawasaki, and it looks like garbage. I mean, that was an intentional aesthetic but it’s already fallen into disrepair and is gross. He nods, knowing this will be his new home away from home.*
*We cut to Randy Angel walking into a new scene where there’s a dusty wall. He’s got a bucket of soapy water and a rag. There’s a few jump cuts of Randy wiping the dust off the wall, he doesn’t make great progress but it’s a fast song so what do you really expect?*
*For the bridge the camera jumps to Randy taking a break, playing some absolutely filthy dusty arcade games. One appears to be Centipede or something similar- he also rides one of those cool snowboard games where you stand on the snowboard*
*This song really rocks right? Randy Angel sure thinks so, because back in front of the wall instead of cleaning he’s doing moves like The Lawnmower, The Sprinkler, and the Gangnam Style to the music.*
*In a weird tonal change we find a jump cut to a framed picture of Lisa Seldon and a hand slowly caressing it. Suddenly the holder of this (Randy) throws it behind him to hide it from Tommy Kelly who’s passing by on some business of his own.*
*Randy sees one of J-ROK’s fine female specimens coming toward him as he cleans(?) the wall. He tries posing and arranging his hair appropriately, since anyway a man in a suit is naturally more attar- ABORT ABORT! He stops this look when he realizes that the woman is Tabitha “Zolothach” Osborne- dragging a scythe for some reason*
*In a take-off of those hot carwash videos with women splashing all over, Randy Angel squeezes his rag and lets the water splash all over his face and body in slow motion. This is decidedly less attractive than those videos because 1) Randy is a dude. 2) He’s fully clothed in a blazer and everything. 3) Wait, isn’t this the disgusting dust water? You want a new strain of virus, this is how you get a new strain of virus*
*Randy winds down along with the music. He takes off his headphones, slides down to sit on the floor and addresses the camera.*
Randy: Well hello there! Wooo, I just had quite the workout cleaning up the Pack’s new headquarters.
*”Clean” is a relative term as the wall is still mostly dirty- as is the rest of the place*
Randy: Hey you wanna throw me that?
*The cameraman tosses Randy a brown bottle. Randy organizes it so that the label faces the camera.*
Randy: Man, after a hard day’s work, nothing quenches your adult tastes quite like a Bastard Brew. What a better way to celebrate the return of the XHF Network’s most infamous champion than drinking from a bottle with his face on it!
*He heartily drinks the brew to its finish probably earning some extra product placement money in the process. Upon finishing he looks at the camera again.*
Randy: You know, I like that Tommy chose such a run-down place. Because when you look at the Pack, you’re seeing a bunch of desperate, maybe a little dirty folk. We’re out of place in the new polish of J-ROK; some of us maybe are even considered out-dated. I get that.
*He looks around and runs his hand on some furniture, but it covers his hand in dust. He blanches for a second before wiping it off. This place is a little gross.*
Randy: But just you wait. With a little time, some elbow grease, and teamwork, we’re gonna be the pinnacle of this company. Do you know who’s not gonna be that? “The Youth of the Nation” as they call themselves. A bunch of mostly-local kids who have declared war on those who came before them.
*Randy chuckles.*
Randy: Look, I’m not excessively older than you guys, but really? You’re trying to create an age war? You should be working to learn from those who’ve come before you, like I have been trying to learn from my younger brother. I mean, I’ve been failing at that- but at least I’m trying.
*He looks at Rat Bastard’s picture on the beer bottle, still and always available from the XHF Network store and local alcohol venders with proof of age!*
Randy: If you don’t pay attention to what came before you’ll make the same mistakes they did and miss out on having brighter futures. But what do you care, right? I’m older and I have a name that is easy to pronounce. At J-ROK’s first jam session we’re gonna be opening things up right as the Pack tries to find its footing against a bunch of dick kids.
*He twiddles the bottle in his fingers.*
Randy: Look, I don’t know how well myself, Miss Osborne, and Miguel will work together on our first outing. But I know I’ll be there, ready to fight. See I’ve been here for a quite a while, I joined back when SEC opened a fight league. I don’t “wrassle” so well, but I know how to throw a punch and make folk hurt. Win or lose you’re gonna feel us the next morning. And when the time comes, Youth of the Nation, you’ll realize that you’re not “revolutionaries”
*Randy looks at Rat Bastard on the beer bottle right in the eyes and chuckles.*
Randy: Nah, you’re just some more empty bottles on the floor.
*He drops the bottle and it luckily doesn’t break but just rolls around as Randy Angel gets up and leaves the camera shot. We’re left looking at the voided bottle with a sideways smiling Rat Bastard almost kissing the cement as the camera fades*
“Everyone's watching, to see what you will do
Everyone's looking at you, oh
Everyone's wondering, will you come out tonight
Everyone's trying to get it right, get it right”
Everyone's looking at you, oh
Everyone's wondering, will you come out tonight
Everyone's trying to get it right, get it right”
*We cut right away to Randy Angel feeling the hot vibes from the song as he looks around the Pack’s new headquarters, the Warehouse Kawasaki, and it looks like garbage. I mean, that was an intentional aesthetic but it’s already fallen into disrepair and is gross. He nods, knowing this will be his new home away from home.*
"Everybody's working for the weekend
Everybody wants a little romance
Everybody's goin' off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh"
Everybody wants a little romance
Everybody's goin' off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh"
*We cut to Randy Angel walking into a new scene where there’s a dusty wall. He’s got a bucket of soapy water and a rag. There’s a few jump cuts of Randy wiping the dust off the wall, he doesn’t make great progress but it’s a fast song so what do you really expect?*
"You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go"
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go"
*For the bridge the camera jumps to Randy taking a break, playing some absolutely filthy dusty arcade games. One appears to be Centipede or something similar- he also rides one of those cool snowboard games where you stand on the snowboard*
"Everyone's looking to see if it was you
Everyone wants you to come through
Everyone's hoping it'll all work out
Everyone's waiting, they're holding out"
Everyone wants you to come through
Everyone's hoping it'll all work out
Everyone's waiting, they're holding out"
*This song really rocks right? Randy Angel sure thinks so, because back in front of the wall instead of cleaning he’s doing moves like The Lawnmower, The Sprinkler, and the Gangnam Style to the music.*
"Everybody's working for the weekend
Everybody wants a little romance
Everybody's goin' off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh"
Everybody wants a little romance
Everybody's goin' off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh"
*In a weird tonal change we find a jump cut to a framed picture of Lisa Seldon and a hand slowly caressing it. Suddenly the holder of this (Randy) throws it behind him to hide it from Tommy Kelly who’s passing by on some business of his own.*
"You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go"
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go"
*Randy sees one of J-ROK’s fine female specimens coming toward him as he cleans(?) the wall. He tries posing and arranging his hair appropriately, since anyway a man in a suit is naturally more attar- ABORT ABORT! He stops this look when he realizes that the woman is Tabitha “Zolothach” Osborne- dragging a scythe for some reason*
"You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go"
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go"
*In a take-off of those hot carwash videos with women splashing all over, Randy Angel squeezes his rag and lets the water splash all over his face and body in slow motion. This is decidedly less attractive than those videos because 1) Randy is a dude. 2) He’s fully clothed in a blazer and everything. 3) Wait, isn’t this the disgusting dust water? You want a new strain of virus, this is how you get a new strain of virus*
"You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go"
You better start from start
You wanna be in the show
Come on baby lets go"
*Randy winds down along with the music. He takes off his headphones, slides down to sit on the floor and addresses the camera.*
Randy: Well hello there! Wooo, I just had quite the workout cleaning up the Pack’s new headquarters.
*”Clean” is a relative term as the wall is still mostly dirty- as is the rest of the place*
Randy: Hey you wanna throw me that?
*The cameraman tosses Randy a brown bottle. Randy organizes it so that the label faces the camera.*
Randy: Man, after a hard day’s work, nothing quenches your adult tastes quite like a Bastard Brew. What a better way to celebrate the return of the XHF Network’s most infamous champion than drinking from a bottle with his face on it!
*He heartily drinks the brew to its finish probably earning some extra product placement money in the process. Upon finishing he looks at the camera again.*
Randy: You know, I like that Tommy chose such a run-down place. Because when you look at the Pack, you’re seeing a bunch of desperate, maybe a little dirty folk. We’re out of place in the new polish of J-ROK; some of us maybe are even considered out-dated. I get that.
*He looks around and runs his hand on some furniture, but it covers his hand in dust. He blanches for a second before wiping it off. This place is a little gross.*
Randy: But just you wait. With a little time, some elbow grease, and teamwork, we’re gonna be the pinnacle of this company. Do you know who’s not gonna be that? “The Youth of the Nation” as they call themselves. A bunch of mostly-local kids who have declared war on those who came before them.
*Randy chuckles.*
Randy: Look, I’m not excessively older than you guys, but really? You’re trying to create an age war? You should be working to learn from those who’ve come before you, like I have been trying to learn from my younger brother. I mean, I’ve been failing at that- but at least I’m trying.
*He looks at Rat Bastard’s picture on the beer bottle, still and always available from the XHF Network store and local alcohol venders with proof of age!*
Randy: If you don’t pay attention to what came before you’ll make the same mistakes they did and miss out on having brighter futures. But what do you care, right? I’m older and I have a name that is easy to pronounce. At J-ROK’s first jam session we’re gonna be opening things up right as the Pack tries to find its footing against a bunch of dick kids.
*He twiddles the bottle in his fingers.*
Randy: Look, I don’t know how well myself, Miss Osborne, and Miguel will work together on our first outing. But I know I’ll be there, ready to fight. See I’ve been here for a quite a while, I joined back when SEC opened a fight league. I don’t “wrassle” so well, but I know how to throw a punch and make folk hurt. Win or lose you’re gonna feel us the next morning. And when the time comes, Youth of the Nation, you’ll realize that you’re not “revolutionaries”
*Randy looks at Rat Bastard on the beer bottle right in the eyes and chuckles.*
Randy: Nah, you’re just some more empty bottles on the floor.
*He drops the bottle and it luckily doesn’t break but just rolls around as Randy Angel gets up and leaves the camera shot. We’re left looking at the voided bottle with a sideways smiling Rat Bastard almost kissing the cement as the camera fades*