XHF Dark Ages: The Invasion
Mar 1, 2017 7:49:29 GMT -5
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Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Mar 1, 2017 7:49:29 GMT -5
*We open on a dark room with a white screen. Not dark as in the lights are down, but as in the whole room is draped in black- actually, the lighting is quite good. Into the camera frame steps XHF staff member and interview extraordinaire, Nelly Angel. He looks into the camera.*
Nelly: Hello ladies and gentlemen. For the past six years things have been quiet around the XHF. There's been no new footage coming out and no shows being done. Truly it has been a dark time. However, now with the XHF Network launching, you’re hopefully seeing that the XHF hasn’t died completely, it just took a sabbatical. In fact, while you haven’t seen anything, the wheels of time have continued to turn with all your favorite superstars here and at headquarters as well.
*The camera switches to another angle and Nelly turns to face it.*
Nelly: Today comes the first installment of a series where we look in at the last six years and pull back the curtain on…the XHF Dark Ages…
*We return to the original camera angle with Nelly standing to the right of the white screen which now lights up with a video of Mongo the Destroyer in his office doing paperwork silently (because there’s no audio).*
Nelly: In today’s episode we’ll turn back to the clock to the summer of 2012 and look in on how things went down on the XHF’s anniversary that year.
*The lights go down as the camera zooms in to the screen past Nelly until it does that really cool transition from “looking at a video” to “inside the actual video.” You know what I’m talking about, right? Anyway, now we’re with Mongo as his pen scratches away on paper (you can hear it now). This continues for a few seconds until he finally puts his pen down and sighs.*
Mongo: That’s it, the last bit of XHF backlog. Phew that took a long time.
*As the summer sun shines through the glass walls of his rooftop office Mongo presses a button on his phone.*
Mongo: Hey Bonnie
*A familiar feminine voice replies to him*
Bonnie: Yes, sir?
Mongo: I finally finished the XHF paperwork, pretty cool, right?
Bonnie: Yes, sir.
*Mongo nods to himself for finally accomplishing what must have been a mammoth task; though there is a wistfulness in it as he is finally closing the doors on XHF’s glory days. Nevertheless, he crosses his arms behind his head and leans back in his chair. The voice of Bonnie Jenkins, Mongo’s longtime secretary returns.*
Bonnie: Sir?
Mongo: Yes Bonnie?
Bonnie: Maybe we should celebrate- you know, together?
Mongo: Who?
Bonnie: You know, us.
*Mongo can’t hear winks over the phone. He looks at his calendar and realizes its July 8th, suddenly it dawns on him; not the right thing, but something certainly dawns.*
Mongo: You know, that’s a great idea, we should do something for the XHF’s 11th anniversary.
*There’s a sigh on the other end*
Bonnie: Yeah, that’s good too I guess.
Mongo: Bonnie!
*She sounds excited*
Bonnie: Yes sir?
Mongo: Hold my calls, I’m gonna go take a walk and prepare for our celebration!
*Another sigh*
Bonnie: Yes, sir.
*The camera fades out and then fades back in as Mongo walks through the busy sidewalks of Minneapolis. He talks to himself for the sake of the camera.*
Mongo: Oh man, I totally forgot our anniversary. What are we going to do? How do I tribute the XHF’s history of kicking ass and taking names.
*Suddenly, Mongo overhears two guys talking.*
Guy 1: Oh yeah, did you hear about that new hot fed?
*Mongo’s face switches from worry to interest. He creeps up as quietly as he can but is only able to get bits and pieces.*
Guy 2: You mean…*crowded street sounds*…Facebook?
Guy 1: Yeah, that place is really happening. I……*noise* ….world champion. Heck if someone……..*Cars, people, escaped elephants, normal sounds*….they could run the place.
*Mongo stops as the two men continue on.*
Mongo: Fed? Facebook? Weak leadership?
*He rubs his chin.*
Mongo: Hmmm, so that’s how it is, eh Zuck? While the cat’s away, the mice play? Well, I think that two can play at that game.
*His face turns to confusion.*
Mongo: That’s…that’s not the right cliché. Whatever, we’ve got work to do.
*The camera fades as Mongo’s face is brimming with ideas.*
*The camera fades in outside of a building. Writing on the bottom of the screen informs us of the time and location: “10am July 9, 2012. Melno Park, California. Facebook Headquarters.”*
*We switch to inside the office as maybe hundreds of workers toil away at their desks. The camera pans over them as the music plays (though much quieter than just a second ago). It does seem to be getting louder though.*
*As the music gets progressively louder, people start to either look up or outright stand while looking toward the doors of their office section. Suddenly, the double doors fly open as though kicked and the music blasts.*
*A group of five men and one woman all dressed in black (including black luchador masks) come in. The woman is holding an old ‘80s style stereo above her head. Two of the bigger guys are dragging what appears to be sound equipment on skateboards behind them. The man in black in front is holding a microphone- probably being amplified by said sound equipment. Terror grips the office workers. The man with the mic talks, but is nearly inaudible due to the blasting stereo.*
Man: This is-
*He’s interrupted by a worker yelling with his hands cupped.*
Worker: We can’t hear you!
Man: What?
*The man gestures to the woman to turn off the stereo, she complies.*
Worker: I SAID WE CAN’T HEAR YOU!
*The man is taken aback. He raises the mic up.*
Man: Geez, no need to yell. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. This is an invasion!
*One worker stands up with his hands on his cheeks (Home Alone style).*
Panicked Worker: Oh no! I knew this day would come!
*He runs and jumps out an open window. Everyone (including those in black) look shocked. Finally, a manager comes up to face the invaders.*
Manager: Ok, ok, let’s all calm down. What do you mean this is an invasion?
Man: We are the Xtremes; and we’ve heard about what you’re doing here and we’re here to take over. I’m Master Xtreme and I demand to see the boss.
Manager: Yeah, well I’m the manager and I say who can or ca-
*A voice rings out from the back.*
Voice: Jim, calm down, I’m right here.
*The workers part like the Red Sea as none other than Mark Zuckerberg walks up to the front.*
Zuck: So wait, you’re here to do what?
M Xtreme: We’re invading your company. I demand a World Title shot.
*M Xtreme points to another equally tall man in black.*
M Xtreme: And this is Big Xtreme, he demands a short at whatever your midcard title is.
*M Xtreme then points to two smaller guys in black, one of whom has lifted his mask enough to drink from a flask.*
M Xtreme: These are Normal Xtreme and Randy Xtreme, and they’ll take your Tag-Team Titles!
*Although he has no mic, Randy talks.*
R Xtreme: Get it? Randy, like the adjective- but it’s also my-
*N Xtreme covers his mouth. A voice comes through the crowd.*
Random Worker: Is he drunk? It’s not even noon!
R Xtreme: It’s noon somewhere!
*He takes a swig.*
R Xtreme: Where’s the bathroom?
Zuck: It’s over there, left door.
*Mark Zuckerberg points off-camera. R Xtreme stumbles off as there’s a weird quiet.*
Zuck: No, no, the lef-
*He sighs.*
Zuck: We’re gonna have to get that room disinfected later, aren’t we?
M Xtreme: It’s highly possible. Anyway…
*M Xtreme points to another large, though not as tall black-masked man.*
M Xtreme: This is C Xtreme, and he’ll take whatever titles you have left.
C Xtreme: I’m batting clean-up!
Zuck: Is his name just, “C”?
M Xtreme: You know, it’s hard thinking of so many names with just a little time.
Zuck: But C? Like plan c?
C Xtreme: Sure, hence the “every other title” thing.
*Mark walks over to the woman.*
Zuck: And I suppose you want a women’s title?
Woman in Black: Oh no, I just hold the stereo, I’m actually Master’s se-
*M Xtreme interrupts*
M Xtreme: My secret weapon. Don’t mess with her.
*Mark walks back to the front of the crew and looks at MX.*
Zuck: …And what are you doing here again?
M Xtreme: This is an invasion!
Zuck: Yeah, you already said, that.
*M Xtreme gets in Zuckerberg’s face. He’s still speaking into the mic by the way; even though nobody else has or has even needed to.*
M Xtreme: Don’t get smart with me Zuck! I’ve heard all about your fed, and I’m here to say that I’m taking over!
Zuck: My fed? Wait, Mongo, is that you?
*The big masked man seems taken aback, honestly so does everyone else. He quickly recovers though.*
M Xtreme: I have no idea what you’re talking about!
Zuck: Seriously. Mongo? Remember, we’ve met a few times at charity events, your voice is pretty easy to remember; we talked quite a bit.
B Xtreme: Charity? Pfft, maybe a chair-ity event!
*The other large Xtreme starts looking around.*
B Xtreme: Hmm, I can’t seem to find any folding chairs to complete the joke.
Zuck: That’s because this is an office, we only have office chairs.
B Xtreme: Man, this fed sucks.
C Xtreme: Can I take my mask off now? It’s really hot in here, and I can’t breathe well.
*Their leader turns around.*
M Xtreme: No you can’t take the mask off; we don’t do the big reveal until we have the fed by its balls.
*Someone calls from off camera.*
Off Camera Worker: Hey, there’s a dead guy in a mask in the copy room!
N Xtreme: No, no, he’s probably just passed out. Hold on, I’ll take care of it.
*N Xtreme walks off.*
M Xtreme: Can we focus guys?!
*He returns his attention to the owner of Facebook.*
M Xtreme: Look, you don’t know me-
Zuck: I’m pretty sure I do.
M Xtreme: You DON’T know me, but I’m here to tell you that things are gonna change in this fed- what’s…what’s the name of it, by the way?
Zuck: Um…Facebook? This isn’t a wrestling federation, it’s a social media company, Mongo.
M Xtreme: Stop calling me that! And stop lying too! I heard someone talking about a Facebook fed!
*Suddenly it dawns on Mark what’s going on.*
Zuck: Ahhh…now I get it. You heard people talking about all the feds that Facebook hosts.
M Xtreme: There’s more than one!? Where are they!
Zuck: Online. People run e-feds on Facebook; y’know, because people hang out on Facebook.
M Xtreme: What’s an efed?
Manager: If I may. An efed is a role-play based gathering of people predominately in the male 16-25 demographic, in which wrestling fans act out their fantasies of being wrestlers through the written word.
M Xtreme: That…that sounds stupid, and like a waste of time.
B Xtreme: I’ve heard they can actually be pretty fun, especially for people who can’t actually compete due to health reasons, or y’know, being weaklings.
C Xtreme: I’m hot!
M Xtreme: I don’t care if you’re hot, keep the mask on!
*C Xtreme stomps his feet and pouts a little- well, probably pouts you can’t really see his mouth.*
M Xtreme: So…so this isn’t like a real wrestling company?
*The Facebook CEO shakes his head.*
Zuck: Nope.
*Big sigh. M Xtreme grabs the bridge of his nose and thinks for a moment.*
M Xtreme: Wow, what a waste of time.
*He turns around.*
M Xtreme: Did you guys know about this?
Woman in Black: Of course.
B Xtreme: Duh.
M Xtreme: Why didn’t you tell me?
B Xtreme: We thought it’d be a fun outing.
C Xtreme: I’m not having fun.
M Xtreme: Shut up! We’re talking right now!
C Xtreme: Can I take the mask off now?
Everyone: No!
*The whole room breaks out in chuckles, even from the until-now serious Master Xtreme. When it calms down he gets back in Mark Zuckerberg’s face and pokes him in the chest with his massive finger.*
M Xtreme: Then you can take this as a warning- if you ever do open up your own wrestling company. We’ll be back!
*He turns to his posse.*
M Xtreme: Alright, lets pack it up!
*The woman in black presses a button on the stereo and the music starts again as they file out. A few moments later Normal Xtreme comes back to where they were, dragging Randy Xtreme. He notices everyone is gone.*
N Xtreme: Where is everyone?
Zuck: They already left.
N Xtreme: Again? Aw man, c’mon bro!
*He continues to drag his brother in Xtremeness away as the camera fades to white and zooms back out into the dark room with Nelly Angel.*
Nelly: They’re not all proud moments. Some will make you laugh, some will make you cry, some will make you laugh while we cry- but they're all pure XHF.
*The camera jumps to the other angle as he turns to face it.*
Nelly: Thank you for watching, and until next time; stay tuned for more…XHF Dark Ages!
*The camera fades out.*
OOC: Hey guys! You are welcome to use Nelly (or not) if you want to do your own XHF Dark Ages segments!
Nelly: Hello ladies and gentlemen. For the past six years things have been quiet around the XHF. There's been no new footage coming out and no shows being done. Truly it has been a dark time. However, now with the XHF Network launching, you’re hopefully seeing that the XHF hasn’t died completely, it just took a sabbatical. In fact, while you haven’t seen anything, the wheels of time have continued to turn with all your favorite superstars here and at headquarters as well.
*The camera switches to another angle and Nelly turns to face it.*
Nelly: Today comes the first installment of a series where we look in at the last six years and pull back the curtain on…the XHF Dark Ages…
*We return to the original camera angle with Nelly standing to the right of the white screen which now lights up with a video of Mongo the Destroyer in his office doing paperwork silently (because there’s no audio).*
Nelly: In today’s episode we’ll turn back to the clock to the summer of 2012 and look in on how things went down on the XHF’s anniversary that year.
*The lights go down as the camera zooms in to the screen past Nelly until it does that really cool transition from “looking at a video” to “inside the actual video.” You know what I’m talking about, right? Anyway, now we’re with Mongo as his pen scratches away on paper (you can hear it now). This continues for a few seconds until he finally puts his pen down and sighs.*
Mongo: That’s it, the last bit of XHF backlog. Phew that took a long time.
*As the summer sun shines through the glass walls of his rooftop office Mongo presses a button on his phone.*
Mongo: Hey Bonnie
*A familiar feminine voice replies to him*
Bonnie: Yes, sir?
Mongo: I finally finished the XHF paperwork, pretty cool, right?
Bonnie: Yes, sir.
*Mongo nods to himself for finally accomplishing what must have been a mammoth task; though there is a wistfulness in it as he is finally closing the doors on XHF’s glory days. Nevertheless, he crosses his arms behind his head and leans back in his chair. The voice of Bonnie Jenkins, Mongo’s longtime secretary returns.*
Bonnie: Sir?
Mongo: Yes Bonnie?
Bonnie: Maybe we should celebrate- you know, together?
Mongo: Who?
Bonnie: You know, us.
*Mongo can’t hear winks over the phone. He looks at his calendar and realizes its July 8th, suddenly it dawns on him; not the right thing, but something certainly dawns.*
Mongo: You know, that’s a great idea, we should do something for the XHF’s 11th anniversary.
*There’s a sigh on the other end*
Bonnie: Yeah, that’s good too I guess.
Mongo: Bonnie!
*She sounds excited*
Bonnie: Yes sir?
Mongo: Hold my calls, I’m gonna go take a walk and prepare for our celebration!
*Another sigh*
Bonnie: Yes, sir.
*The camera fades out and then fades back in as Mongo walks through the busy sidewalks of Minneapolis. He talks to himself for the sake of the camera.*
Mongo: Oh man, I totally forgot our anniversary. What are we going to do? How do I tribute the XHF’s history of kicking ass and taking names.
*Suddenly, Mongo overhears two guys talking.*
Guy 1: Oh yeah, did you hear about that new hot fed?
*Mongo’s face switches from worry to interest. He creeps up as quietly as he can but is only able to get bits and pieces.*
Guy 2: You mean…*crowded street sounds*…Facebook?
Guy 1: Yeah, that place is really happening. I……*noise* ….world champion. Heck if someone……..*Cars, people, escaped elephants, normal sounds*….they could run the place.
*Mongo stops as the two men continue on.*
Mongo: Fed? Facebook? Weak leadership?
*He rubs his chin.*
Mongo: Hmmm, so that’s how it is, eh Zuck? While the cat’s away, the mice play? Well, I think that two can play at that game.
*His face turns to confusion.*
Mongo: That’s…that’s not the right cliché. Whatever, we’ve got work to do.
*The camera fades as Mongo’s face is brimming with ideas.*
“Check check check check check check check check
Check out my melody
Check check check check check check check check
Check check
Check out my melody
Check check check check check check check check
Check out my melody”
Check out my melody
Check check check check check check check check
Check check
Check out my melody
Check check check check check check check check
Check out my melody”
*The camera fades in outside of a building. Writing on the bottom of the screen informs us of the time and location: “10am July 9, 2012. Melno Park, California. Facebook Headquarters.”*
“Special, you think you're special, you do
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me and walk around on me”
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it when you laugh at me
Look down on me and walk around on me”
*We switch to inside the office as maybe hundreds of workers toil away at their desks. The camera pans over them as the music plays (though much quieter than just a second ago). It does seem to be getting louder though.*
“Just one more fight about your leadership
And I will straight up leave your [awkward censoring blank word]
Cause I've had enough of this
And now I'm pissed, yeah”
And I will straight up leave your [awkward censoring blank word]
Cause I've had enough of this
And now I'm pissed, yeah”
*As the music gets progressively louder, people start to either look up or outright stand while looking toward the doors of their office section. Suddenly, the double doors fly open as though kicked and the music blasts.*
“This time I'ma let it all come out
This time I'ma stand up and shout
I'ma do things my way, it's my way
My way or the highway
This time I'ma let it all come out
This time I'ma stand up and shout
I'ma do things my way, it's my way
My way or the highway”
This time I'ma stand up and shout
I'ma do things my way, it's my way
My way or the highway
This time I'ma let it all come out
This time I'ma stand up and shout
I'ma do things my way, it's my way
My way or the highway”
*A group of five men and one woman all dressed in black (including black luchador masks) come in. The woman is holding an old ‘80s style stereo above her head. Two of the bigger guys are dragging what appears to be sound equipment on skateboards behind them. The man in black in front is holding a microphone- probably being amplified by said sound equipment. Terror grips the office workers. The man with the mic talks, but is nearly inaudible due to the blasting stereo.*
Man: This is-
*He’s interrupted by a worker yelling with his hands cupped.*
Worker: We can’t hear you!
Man: What?
*The man gestures to the woman to turn off the stereo, she complies.*
Worker: I SAID WE CAN’T HEAR YOU!
*The man is taken aback. He raises the mic up.*
Man: Geez, no need to yell. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. This is an invasion!
*One worker stands up with his hands on his cheeks (Home Alone style).*
Panicked Worker: Oh no! I knew this day would come!
*He runs and jumps out an open window. Everyone (including those in black) look shocked. Finally, a manager comes up to face the invaders.*
Manager: Ok, ok, let’s all calm down. What do you mean this is an invasion?
Man: We are the Xtremes; and we’ve heard about what you’re doing here and we’re here to take over. I’m Master Xtreme and I demand to see the boss.
Manager: Yeah, well I’m the manager and I say who can or ca-
*A voice rings out from the back.*
Voice: Jim, calm down, I’m right here.
*The workers part like the Red Sea as none other than Mark Zuckerberg walks up to the front.*
Zuck: So wait, you’re here to do what?
M Xtreme: We’re invading your company. I demand a World Title shot.
*M Xtreme points to another equally tall man in black.*
M Xtreme: And this is Big Xtreme, he demands a short at whatever your midcard title is.
*M Xtreme then points to two smaller guys in black, one of whom has lifted his mask enough to drink from a flask.*
M Xtreme: These are Normal Xtreme and Randy Xtreme, and they’ll take your Tag-Team Titles!
*Although he has no mic, Randy talks.*
R Xtreme: Get it? Randy, like the adjective- but it’s also my-
*N Xtreme covers his mouth. A voice comes through the crowd.*
Random Worker: Is he drunk? It’s not even noon!
R Xtreme: It’s noon somewhere!
*He takes a swig.*
R Xtreme: Where’s the bathroom?
Zuck: It’s over there, left door.
*Mark Zuckerberg points off-camera. R Xtreme stumbles off as there’s a weird quiet.*
Zuck: No, no, the lef-
*He sighs.*
Zuck: We’re gonna have to get that room disinfected later, aren’t we?
M Xtreme: It’s highly possible. Anyway…
*M Xtreme points to another large, though not as tall black-masked man.*
M Xtreme: This is C Xtreme, and he’ll take whatever titles you have left.
C Xtreme: I’m batting clean-up!
Zuck: Is his name just, “C”?
M Xtreme: You know, it’s hard thinking of so many names with just a little time.
Zuck: But C? Like plan c?
C Xtreme: Sure, hence the “every other title” thing.
*Mark walks over to the woman.*
Zuck: And I suppose you want a women’s title?
Woman in Black: Oh no, I just hold the stereo, I’m actually Master’s se-
*M Xtreme interrupts*
M Xtreme: My secret weapon. Don’t mess with her.
*Mark walks back to the front of the crew and looks at MX.*
Zuck: …And what are you doing here again?
M Xtreme: This is an invasion!
Zuck: Yeah, you already said, that.
*M Xtreme gets in Zuckerberg’s face. He’s still speaking into the mic by the way; even though nobody else has or has even needed to.*
M Xtreme: Don’t get smart with me Zuck! I’ve heard all about your fed, and I’m here to say that I’m taking over!
Zuck: My fed? Wait, Mongo, is that you?
*The big masked man seems taken aback, honestly so does everyone else. He quickly recovers though.*
M Xtreme: I have no idea what you’re talking about!
Zuck: Seriously. Mongo? Remember, we’ve met a few times at charity events, your voice is pretty easy to remember; we talked quite a bit.
B Xtreme: Charity? Pfft, maybe a chair-ity event!
*The other large Xtreme starts looking around.*
B Xtreme: Hmm, I can’t seem to find any folding chairs to complete the joke.
Zuck: That’s because this is an office, we only have office chairs.
B Xtreme: Man, this fed sucks.
C Xtreme: Can I take my mask off now? It’s really hot in here, and I can’t breathe well.
*Their leader turns around.*
M Xtreme: No you can’t take the mask off; we don’t do the big reveal until we have the fed by its balls.
*Someone calls from off camera.*
Off Camera Worker: Hey, there’s a dead guy in a mask in the copy room!
N Xtreme: No, no, he’s probably just passed out. Hold on, I’ll take care of it.
*N Xtreme walks off.*
M Xtreme: Can we focus guys?!
*He returns his attention to the owner of Facebook.*
M Xtreme: Look, you don’t know me-
Zuck: I’m pretty sure I do.
M Xtreme: You DON’T know me, but I’m here to tell you that things are gonna change in this fed- what’s…what’s the name of it, by the way?
Zuck: Um…Facebook? This isn’t a wrestling federation, it’s a social media company, Mongo.
M Xtreme: Stop calling me that! And stop lying too! I heard someone talking about a Facebook fed!
*Suddenly it dawns on Mark what’s going on.*
Zuck: Ahhh…now I get it. You heard people talking about all the feds that Facebook hosts.
M Xtreme: There’s more than one!? Where are they!
Zuck: Online. People run e-feds on Facebook; y’know, because people hang out on Facebook.
M Xtreme: What’s an efed?
Manager: If I may. An efed is a role-play based gathering of people predominately in the male 16-25 demographic, in which wrestling fans act out their fantasies of being wrestlers through the written word.
M Xtreme: That…that sounds stupid, and like a waste of time.
B Xtreme: I’ve heard they can actually be pretty fun, especially for people who can’t actually compete due to health reasons, or y’know, being weaklings.
C Xtreme: I’m hot!
M Xtreme: I don’t care if you’re hot, keep the mask on!
*C Xtreme stomps his feet and pouts a little- well, probably pouts you can’t really see his mouth.*
M Xtreme: So…so this isn’t like a real wrestling company?
*The Facebook CEO shakes his head.*
Zuck: Nope.
*Big sigh. M Xtreme grabs the bridge of his nose and thinks for a moment.*
M Xtreme: Wow, what a waste of time.
*He turns around.*
M Xtreme: Did you guys know about this?
Woman in Black: Of course.
B Xtreme: Duh.
M Xtreme: Why didn’t you tell me?
B Xtreme: We thought it’d be a fun outing.
C Xtreme: I’m not having fun.
M Xtreme: Shut up! We’re talking right now!
C Xtreme: Can I take the mask off now?
Everyone: No!
*The whole room breaks out in chuckles, even from the until-now serious Master Xtreme. When it calms down he gets back in Mark Zuckerberg’s face and pokes him in the chest with his massive finger.*
M Xtreme: Then you can take this as a warning- if you ever do open up your own wrestling company. We’ll be back!
*He turns to his posse.*
M Xtreme: Alright, lets pack it up!
*The woman in black presses a button on the stereo and the music starts again as they file out. A few moments later Normal Xtreme comes back to where they were, dragging Randy Xtreme. He notices everyone is gone.*
N Xtreme: Where is everyone?
Zuck: They already left.
N Xtreme: Again? Aw man, c’mon bro!
*He continues to drag his brother in Xtremeness away as the camera fades to white and zooms back out into the dark room with Nelly Angel.*
Nelly: They’re not all proud moments. Some will make you laugh, some will make you cry, some will make you laugh while we cry- but they're all pure XHF.
*The camera jumps to the other angle as he turns to face it.*
Nelly: Thank you for watching, and until next time; stay tuned for more…XHF Dark Ages!
*The camera fades out.*
OOC: Hey guys! You are welcome to use Nelly (or not) if you want to do your own XHF Dark Ages segments!
