[Showcase/ASW] Let's Twist Again
May 21, 2017 8:41:24 GMT -5
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Post by Mongo the Destroyer on May 21, 2017 8:41:24 GMT -5
*The camera opens in the basement of the XHF Network Headquarters in Minneapolis, MN. We find ourselves in Kongo’s training gym, natural light coming through the windows near the top of the high ceiling and bouncing off of the ambient dust floating through the air. As the camera pans down we hear the tired strains of a man who hasn’t wrestled in years attempting to get back into condition. Finally, the camera makes its way down to the worn ring in the middle of the gym as Nelly Angel and his brother Randy break a hold and Nelly pretty much collapses. Nelly actually looks in worse shape than his alcoholic brother, certainly a first for either of them. Nelly is sweating profusely as he lays in the middle of the ring; Randy goes over to the corner for a quick rest.*
Nelly: I don’t think I can do this. It’s been too long bro.
Randy: Shut up, Nell.
Nelly: No, really, I haven’t wrestled since…the incident-
Randy: You mean when you were kidnapped and put in an exploding building?
Nelly: Yeah.
*Randy tosses Nelly a sports bottle, Nelly opens it, takes a sniff, crinkles his nose, then tosses it back.*
Nelly: This one is yours.
*Randy takes a slug from his bottle, then tosses Nelly a different one.*
Nelly: I dunno, I mean, I just can’t seem to get into the groove.
*Nelly’s brother isn’t really paying attention, instead he seems to be watching a old clock hanging into the gym very carefully; it’s nearing 12:00pm. Nelly gets up and puts his hand on Randy’s shoulder.*
Nelly: Let’s go get lunch and try again afterwards.
*Randy sticks his hand out, silencing Nelly.*
Randy: Not yet, just hold on a few minutes.
Nelly: What’s going on?
*Randy picks his cell phone up from a pile of stuff in the corner and starts dialing as he looks at his brother, smiling.*
Randy: We’re gonna get your groove back.
*Elsewhere in the building an elevator opens and a man, purposely keeping his head down to avoid detection steps out carrying a notebook case. He passes people going to lunch and walks into a windowless room in the massive tower. In it is a fair amount of electrical equipment and in the center a desk with an intercom microphone on it. The man closes the windowed door behind him and begins setting up his laptop next to the microphone. His phone rings, and he answers.*
Man: Yeah, don’t worry, we’re almost ready. Alright, hold on, hold on…..ok. And away we go!
*The man hangs up his phone, turns on the intercom system- which echoes through the whole building- and then presses a button on his computer, starting a music video- this music video in fact:
(OOC: Play the video, you won't regret it)
*The sound of Chubby Checker rings out over the whole building. Nelly looks up at the intercom speaker in the gym and then back at his brother (who’s already getting in the groove and clapping his hands).*
Nelly: …What did you do?
Randy: Drop twenty bucks, haha!
*In Mongo the Destroyer’s big glass office, the intercom system is suddenly interrupting a meeting between him and Joey Hawke. Mongo shoots Joey a quickly look.*
Joey: I’ll go check on it, sir
*Mongo nods as Joey runs out of the office.*
“Come on let's twist again,
Like we did last summer!
Yeaaah, let's twist again,
Like we did last year!”
*Back in the gym the music is starting to brighten up both Randy and his formerly exhausted brother Nelly.*
Nelly: Oh my goodness, you’re going to be in so much trouble.
Randy: Absolutely worth it!
*Naturally, the brothers are beginning to twist, which is a workout in itself.*
Nelly: So this Sunday I’ll be facing Max Hart, what do we know about him?
Randy: He’s supposed to be a lost member of the Hart dynasty
Nelly: A lost Hart? That sounds like a great opportunity for me to taste a different wrestling style!
Randy: I know! Maybe you can learn some submission moves from him.
*The brothers are twisting hard now*
Nelly: Y’know, this might actually be a lot of fun!
Randy: Now you’re thinking, I bet you could even win
Nelly: You think?
*As the bridge plays we cut to Mongo the Destroyer, the proud owner of the XHF Network. He is also twisting. Standing on his desk is his secretary, Bonnie Jenkins, she is also twisting.*
*In the intercom station, the man sits with his feet up on the desk; perfectly content; moving his feet with the music. He answers along to the song crowd’s “Nooooos”*
*Back in the gym, Nelly and Randy are really into this twisting thing.*
Nelly: You know what, man?
Randy: What’s that?
Nelly: I’m Nelly Angel! The former cruiserweight champ, and one of the most recognizable faces of the XHF’s last years!
Randy: Don’t forget NCW! That’s the spirit, Nell!
Nelly: Max Hart can bring his worst, I’ve got more than one trick up my sleeve!
Randy: Yeah! You can do it!
*The two twist until the song winds down. Then all is silent. Nelly suddenly looks defeated- moreso than before.*
Nelly: Now…now I feel suddenly really depressed. I felt more joy in that last few minutes than in my entire life; and now it’s gone. What is my life now?
*Randy passes him his (presumably sauced-up) sports bottle.*
Randy: Now you know why I drink.
*Nelly takes a sip, but quickly starts coughing due to its strength and Nelly’s weak constitution towards alcohol. Randy takes the bottle back.*
Randy: One more time?
*Nelly looks at him and nods, almost like he’s being offered a hit of something he’s hopelessly addicted to.*
Nelly: Yeah, one more time, please.
*Randy picks up his phone*
Randy: One more time, Andy.
*The camera zooms out on the gym as Nelly and Randy start dancing again*
*In the intercom control room, Joey Hawke has reached the door; it’s locked of course. He looks in at Randy’s friend Andy through the door’s window and starts banging on the door.*
Joey: Let me in! Stop that music!
*In Mongo’s big glass office on the roof of the building, he and Bonnie are now basically swing dancing (well, as much as a 7-footer and a small woman can, anyway)*
*The camera moves all around the XHF Network Headquarters building to find that indeed, everyone is dancing to Chubby Checker. Never before has anything like this been seen. In the cafeteria, in the lobby, in the accounting offices; everywhere there is dance (even when people don’t know the Twist).*
*Did I mention that the intercom system also links to the outside? No? It does. The camera cuts to outside the XHF building where on the sunny Minneapolis afternoon, lunch-goers are also stopping and dancing. People are even getting out of their cars in the traffic jam, mystified by the power. The whole city seems to be bopping, even the police, who are probably supposed to be coming to arrest the man playing the music. As the camera moves through the crowds of dancers in and around the building (including pop-ins with Nelly/Randy and Mongo/Bonnie) the song moves into its bridge and gets a little quieter to make room for a voice over- which sounds like Morgan Freeman, of all people.*
Morgan Freeman: I have no idea to this day what that chubby man was singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are better left unsaid. I’d like to think he was singing about something so beautiful, it can’t expressed in words, and it makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, that voice soared higher and farther than anybody in a big city dares to dream. It was as if some beautiful bird had flapped into our drab little minds and made these shadows that haunt us dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Minneapolis and the XHF Network felt hope.
*Fade out*
Nelly: I don’t think I can do this. It’s been too long bro.
Randy: Shut up, Nell.
Nelly: No, really, I haven’t wrestled since…the incident-
Randy: You mean when you were kidnapped and put in an exploding building?
Nelly: Yeah.
*Randy tosses Nelly a sports bottle, Nelly opens it, takes a sniff, crinkles his nose, then tosses it back.*
Nelly: This one is yours.
*Randy takes a slug from his bottle, then tosses Nelly a different one.*
Nelly: I dunno, I mean, I just can’t seem to get into the groove.
*Nelly’s brother isn’t really paying attention, instead he seems to be watching a old clock hanging into the gym very carefully; it’s nearing 12:00pm. Nelly gets up and puts his hand on Randy’s shoulder.*
Nelly: Let’s go get lunch and try again afterwards.
*Randy sticks his hand out, silencing Nelly.*
Randy: Not yet, just hold on a few minutes.
Nelly: What’s going on?
*Randy picks his cell phone up from a pile of stuff in the corner and starts dialing as he looks at his brother, smiling.*
Randy: We’re gonna get your groove back.
*Elsewhere in the building an elevator opens and a man, purposely keeping his head down to avoid detection steps out carrying a notebook case. He passes people going to lunch and walks into a windowless room in the massive tower. In it is a fair amount of electrical equipment and in the center a desk with an intercom microphone on it. The man closes the windowed door behind him and begins setting up his laptop next to the microphone. His phone rings, and he answers.*
Man: Yeah, don’t worry, we’re almost ready. Alright, hold on, hold on…..ok. And away we go!
*The man hangs up his phone, turns on the intercom system- which echoes through the whole building- and then presses a button on his computer, starting a music video- this music video in fact:
(OOC: Play the video, you won't regret it)
“Come on everybody!
Clap your hands!
All you looking good!"
Clap your hands!
All you looking good!"
*The sound of Chubby Checker rings out over the whole building. Nelly looks up at the intercom speaker in the gym and then back at his brother (who’s already getting in the groove and clapping his hands).*
Nelly: …What did you do?
Randy: Drop twenty bucks, haha!
“I'm goona sing my song
It won't take long!
We're gonna do the twist
And it goes like this:”
It won't take long!
We're gonna do the twist
And it goes like this:”
*In Mongo the Destroyer’s big glass office, the intercom system is suddenly interrupting a meeting between him and Joey Hawke. Mongo shoots Joey a quickly look.*
Joey: I’ll go check on it, sir
*Mongo nods as Joey runs out of the office.*
“Come on let's twist again,
Like we did last summer!
Yeaaah, let's twist again,
Like we did last year!”
*Back in the gym the music is starting to brighten up both Randy and his formerly exhausted brother Nelly.*
Nelly: Oh my goodness, you’re going to be in so much trouble.
Randy: Absolutely worth it!
“Do you remember when,
Things were really hummin',
Yeaaaah, let's twist again,
Twistin' time is here!”
Things were really hummin',
Yeaaaah, let's twist again,
Twistin' time is here!”
*Naturally, the brothers are beginning to twist, which is a workout in itself.*
Nelly: So this Sunday I’ll be facing Max Hart, what do we know about him?
Randy: He’s supposed to be a lost member of the Hart dynasty
“Heeee, and round and round and up and down we go again!
Oh, baby, make me know you love me sooooo,
And then:”
Oh, baby, make me know you love me sooooo,
And then:”
Nelly: A lost Hart? That sounds like a great opportunity for me to taste a different wrestling style!
Randy: I know! Maybe you can learn some submission moves from him.
“Twist again,
Like we did last summer,
Come on, let's twist again,
Like we did last year!”
Like we did last summer,
Come on, let's twist again,
Like we did last year!”
*The brothers are twisting hard now*
Nelly: Y’know, this might actually be a lot of fun!
Randy: Now you’re thinking, I bet you could even win
Nelly: You think?
“TWIST! YO!”
*As the bridge plays we cut to Mongo the Destroyer, the proud owner of the XHF Network. He is also twisting. Standing on his desk is his secretary, Bonnie Jenkins, she is also twisting.*
“Who's that, flyin up there?
Is it a bird? Noooooo
Is it a plane? Noooooooo
Is it the twister? YEAAAAAAAHH!”
Is it a bird? Noooooo
Is it a plane? Noooooooo
Is it the twister? YEAAAAAAAHH!”
*In the intercom station, the man sits with his feet up on the desk; perfectly content; moving his feet with the music. He answers along to the song crowd’s “Nooooos”*
“Twist again, like we did last summer,
Come on, Let's twist again,
Like we did last year!!!!”
Come on, Let's twist again,
Like we did last year!!!!”
*Back in the gym, Nelly and Randy are really into this twisting thing.*
Nelly: You know what, man?
Randy: What’s that?
“Do you remember when, things were really hummin',
Come on, let's twist again,
Twistin' time is here”
Come on, let's twist again,
Twistin' time is here”
Nelly: I’m Nelly Angel! The former cruiserweight champ, and one of the most recognizable faces of the XHF’s last years!
Randy: Don’t forget NCW! That’s the spirit, Nell!
“Heeee, and round and round and up and down we go again!
Oh, baby, make me know, you love me sooooo!
And then:
Come on, twist again, like we did last summer,
Let's twist again, like we did last year!”
Oh, baby, make me know, you love me sooooo!
And then:
Come on, twist again, like we did last summer,
Let's twist again, like we did last year!”
Nelly: Max Hart can bring his worst, I’ve got more than one trick up my sleeve!
Randy: Yeah! You can do it!
“Come on, let's twist again,
Twistin' time is heeeere!”
Twistin' time is heeeere!”
*The two twist until the song winds down. Then all is silent. Nelly suddenly looks defeated- moreso than before.*
Nelly: Now…now I feel suddenly really depressed. I felt more joy in that last few minutes than in my entire life; and now it’s gone. What is my life now?
*Randy passes him his (presumably sauced-up) sports bottle.*
Randy: Now you know why I drink.
*Nelly takes a sip, but quickly starts coughing due to its strength and Nelly’s weak constitution towards alcohol. Randy takes the bottle back.*
Randy: One more time?
*Nelly looks at him and nods, almost like he’s being offered a hit of something he’s hopelessly addicted to.*
Nelly: Yeah, one more time, please.
*Randy picks up his phone*
Randy: One more time, Andy.
“Come on everybody!
Clap your hands!
All you looking good!”
Clap your hands!
All you looking good!”
*The camera zooms out on the gym as Nelly and Randy start dancing again*
“I'm goona sing my song
It won't take long!
We're gonna do the twist
And it goes like this:”
It won't take long!
We're gonna do the twist
And it goes like this:”
*In the intercom control room, Joey Hawke has reached the door; it’s locked of course. He looks in at Randy’s friend Andy through the door’s window and starts banging on the door.*
Joey: Let me in! Stop that music!
“Come on let's twist again,
Like we did last summer!
Yeaaah, let's twist again,
Like we did last year!”
Like we did last summer!
Yeaaah, let's twist again,
Like we did last year!”
*In Mongo’s big glass office on the roof of the building, he and Bonnie are now basically swing dancing (well, as much as a 7-footer and a small woman can, anyway)*
“Do you remember when,
Things were really hummin',
Yeaaaah, let's twist again,
Twistin' time is here!”
Things were really hummin',
Yeaaaah, let's twist again,
Twistin' time is here!”
*The camera moves all around the XHF Network Headquarters building to find that indeed, everyone is dancing to Chubby Checker. Never before has anything like this been seen. In the cafeteria, in the lobby, in the accounting offices; everywhere there is dance (even when people don’t know the Twist).*
“Heeee, and round and round and up and down we go again!
Oh, baby, make me know you love me sooooo,
And then:
Twist again,
Like we did last summer,
Come on, let's twist again,
Like we did last year!”
Oh, baby, make me know you love me sooooo,
And then:
Twist again,
Like we did last summer,
Come on, let's twist again,
Like we did last year!”
*Did I mention that the intercom system also links to the outside? No? It does. The camera cuts to outside the XHF building where on the sunny Minneapolis afternoon, lunch-goers are also stopping and dancing. People are even getting out of their cars in the traffic jam, mystified by the power. The whole city seems to be bopping, even the police, who are probably supposed to be coming to arrest the man playing the music. As the camera moves through the crowds of dancers in and around the building (including pop-ins with Nelly/Randy and Mongo/Bonnie) the song moves into its bridge and gets a little quieter to make room for a voice over- which sounds like Morgan Freeman, of all people.*
Morgan Freeman: I have no idea to this day what that chubby man was singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are better left unsaid. I’d like to think he was singing about something so beautiful, it can’t expressed in words, and it makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, that voice soared higher and farther than anybody in a big city dares to dream. It was as if some beautiful bird had flapped into our drab little minds and made these shadows that haunt us dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Minneapolis and the XHF Network felt hope.
“Twist again, like we did last summer,
Come on, Let's twist again,
Like we did last year!!!!
Do you remember when, things were really hummin',
Come on, let's twist again,
Twistin' time is here”
Come on, Let's twist again,
Like we did last year!!!!
Do you remember when, things were really hummin',
Come on, let's twist again,
Twistin' time is here”
*Fade out*
