Post by Wreck on Feb 16, 2006 15:01:40 GMT -5
OOC: I'm really sorry about all this 'part' stuff. My RPs aren't the best they've been lately. I have a VERY bad illness within the family and I've been flying back and forth to Florida constantly, and trying to catch up/do school work at the same time. Hopefully it will all be sorted out soon 
- Wreck
PART ONE
(The scene opens, showing a stage in a small club. The stage is occupied by a five-man band named ‘Skull Crusher’. Their thrash metal riffs, violent lyrics and loud drums tear through the club, causing multiple mosh pits to form. After about three minutes, the crowd stops and begins to boo, so the band plays louder. Heavier. Faster. The crowd continues to boo until a large banner falls infront of the band’s backdrop. The banner reads ‘THIS SUCKS!’. The band, disappointed, leaves the stages and takes their equipment with them.)
Lead Singer: Screw you guys!
(A familiar voice is heard over the PA system as the spotlight goes to the corner of the stage. Holding a microphone, Wreck immerges from the back to applause, and even some boo’s. He laughs it off as he begins to speak.)
Wreck: Well, I’m back to report to you that Skull Crusher has been eliminated from the competition! We only have 2 bands left, and it’s up to all of you to decide who’ll win our 3rd annual….BATTLE OF THE BANDS!
(The curtains close as the crowd cheers. Wreck once again speaks.)
Wreck: I don’t really want to be a self-promoting ass, but I feel it’s necessary. I assume we have a lot of WCF fans out there tonight, yes?
(The crowd cheers in response.)
Wreck: I assume you saw my match last night, then. Against a friend of mine, actually. Outcast. Well, next week I have something very special. I have been matched up for a Hardcore Title Contender match!
(The crowd is somewhat unresponsive as random drum patterns can be heard in the background. Strings are plucked in order as the PA system screeches and the crowd begins to jump. A bald man then pokes his head around the curtain and nods to Wreck.)
Wreck: Enough about me. Next up we have one of my favorite local bands. I’d like to present to you….
(The lights in the house go pitch black as the curtains can be heard opening. The crowd begins to cheer ‘Axe Down!’ louder and louder. In the pitch black, a distinct bass drum can be heard getting louder and louder. It becomes faster and faster until the lights come up when the first chord is played. The crowd erupts as the lead singer runs out carrying the microphone stand. The band get right into it playing loud and fast.)
Lead Singer: You all know this one….(bobs head to the music)….we call it…DARK SUNDAY!
(The crowd screams as the band begin to play the song. Pyros shoot up everywhere as the band’s signature backdrop falls from the ceiling. The singer goes to the front of the stage and begins to sing.)
Lead Singer: Waiting! Sitting! Hoping! Loving!
Backup: WaitingSittingLovingHoping!
Lead Singer: Darkness! Engulfs! All that I can see!
Backup: Waiting for the light!
Lead Singer: Heart! Beating! Faster and faster!
Backup: I feel him getting closer! AND CLOSER!
Lead Singer: This Dark Sunday, like no other…
Backup: Like no other…
(The crowd jumps and cheers to the music as Wreck is seen in the back shaking his head.)
Wreck: What a shit band….
(The camera goes back to the band as the crowd begins to get tired.)
Lead Singer: What!? NEED MORE!? ILL GIVE YOU MORE!
(The band, looking somewhat concerned, watches the Singer run into the back of the set and come out with a lighter. He throws his fist in the air and cheers each time he pumps it.)
Lead Singer: Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye!
(The band, thinking it just to be a Stage Show action, plays with each cheer. Wreck turns to one of the Stagecrew men.)
Wreck: What is he doing? He’s going to run over his timelimit!
Stagecrew Man: This wasn’t what was rehearsed….
(The lead singer then takes out the lighter and holds it under the bands backdrop.)
Lead Singer: Let’s heat this shit UP!
(The band flees the stage as the backdrop ignites. Wreck runs out to try and help people get out, but doesn’t make it. The backdrop falls on him as he screams. He then wakes up, covered in sweat.)
- Wreck PART ONE
(The scene opens, showing a stage in a small club. The stage is occupied by a five-man band named ‘Skull Crusher’. Their thrash metal riffs, violent lyrics and loud drums tear through the club, causing multiple mosh pits to form. After about three minutes, the crowd stops and begins to boo, so the band plays louder. Heavier. Faster. The crowd continues to boo until a large banner falls infront of the band’s backdrop. The banner reads ‘THIS SUCKS!’. The band, disappointed, leaves the stages and takes their equipment with them.)
Lead Singer: Screw you guys!
(A familiar voice is heard over the PA system as the spotlight goes to the corner of the stage. Holding a microphone, Wreck immerges from the back to applause, and even some boo’s. He laughs it off as he begins to speak.)
Wreck: Well, I’m back to report to you that Skull Crusher has been eliminated from the competition! We only have 2 bands left, and it’s up to all of you to decide who’ll win our 3rd annual….BATTLE OF THE BANDS!
(The curtains close as the crowd cheers. Wreck once again speaks.)
Wreck: I don’t really want to be a self-promoting ass, but I feel it’s necessary. I assume we have a lot of WCF fans out there tonight, yes?
(The crowd cheers in response.)
Wreck: I assume you saw my match last night, then. Against a friend of mine, actually. Outcast. Well, next week I have something very special. I have been matched up for a Hardcore Title Contender match!
(The crowd is somewhat unresponsive as random drum patterns can be heard in the background. Strings are plucked in order as the PA system screeches and the crowd begins to jump. A bald man then pokes his head around the curtain and nods to Wreck.)
Wreck: Enough about me. Next up we have one of my favorite local bands. I’d like to present to you….
(The lights in the house go pitch black as the curtains can be heard opening. The crowd begins to cheer ‘Axe Down!’ louder and louder. In the pitch black, a distinct bass drum can be heard getting louder and louder. It becomes faster and faster until the lights come up when the first chord is played. The crowd erupts as the lead singer runs out carrying the microphone stand. The band get right into it playing loud and fast.)
Lead Singer: You all know this one….(bobs head to the music)….we call it…DARK SUNDAY!
(The crowd screams as the band begin to play the song. Pyros shoot up everywhere as the band’s signature backdrop falls from the ceiling. The singer goes to the front of the stage and begins to sing.)
Lead Singer: Waiting! Sitting! Hoping! Loving!
Backup: WaitingSittingLovingHoping!
Lead Singer: Darkness! Engulfs! All that I can see!
Backup: Waiting for the light!
Lead Singer: Heart! Beating! Faster and faster!
Backup: I feel him getting closer! AND CLOSER!
Lead Singer: This Dark Sunday, like no other…
Backup: Like no other…
(The crowd jumps and cheers to the music as Wreck is seen in the back shaking his head.)
Wreck: What a shit band….
(The camera goes back to the band as the crowd begins to get tired.)
Lead Singer: What!? NEED MORE!? ILL GIVE YOU MORE!
(The band, looking somewhat concerned, watches the Singer run into the back of the set and come out with a lighter. He throws his fist in the air and cheers each time he pumps it.)
Lead Singer: Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye!
(The band, thinking it just to be a Stage Show action, plays with each cheer. Wreck turns to one of the Stagecrew men.)
Wreck: What is he doing? He’s going to run over his timelimit!
Stagecrew Man: This wasn’t what was rehearsed….
(The lead singer then takes out the lighter and holds it under the bands backdrop.)
Lead Singer: Let’s heat this shit UP!
(The band flees the stage as the backdrop ignites. Wreck runs out to try and help people get out, but doesn’t make it. The backdrop falls on him as he screams. He then wakes up, covered in sweat.)
