Post by epitomeofcool on Oct 30, 2011 13:29:12 GMT -5
Part I
The Book Of Cool: Chapter VII "They Sure Don't Party Like This In Omaha"
The scene opens with a shot of the inside of a crowded nightclub, somewhere in central Pennsylvania. The room is packed from wall to wall with people, all dressed in costumes for Halloween. As the cameraman passes by vampires, zombies, witches and even what appears to be a zombie-transvestite, "The Epitome Of Cool" Aaron Miles can be seen leaning nonchalantly against the back wall, sipping on a drink as a woman dressed as Harley Quinn tries to chat him up. Aaron however, who unlike everyone else is not dressed in a costume, doesn't seem all that interested in what she has to say. In fact, besides the occasional head nod and "mmhm", you'd think he was dead on his feet. Suddenly he's snapped back to reality when the woman snaps her fingers in front of his eyes.
Woman: Are you even listening to me?
Aaron Miles: Huh? What? Oh...yeah. Of course I was listening.
Woman: Really? Then what was I talking about?
Aaron Miles: Uhh...you're idiot ex?
The woman crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, obviously pissed.
Woman: Lucky guess.
Aaron Miles: Look, Natalie, I...
The woman grabs Aaron's drink from his hand and throws it in his face. Miles clutches his eyes as the stiff drink burns his corneas.
Aaron Miles: What the hell? You crazy bitch!
Woman: My name is Jenn, you loser.
The woman turns and leaves, leaving Aaron to stumble toward the bar in search of a napkin to wipe his eyes. He makes it to the bar, grabs a napkin and starts wiping his eyes when another woman, this one dressed as a rather provocative cheerleader, slides up beside Aaron and waits to order her drink.
Aaron Miles: I like your pom poms.
The woman reaches over, grabs someones drink from nearby and goes to throw it in Aaron's face. Aaron, however, sees this one coming and ducks in time to avoid it. Unfortunately it doesn't avoid the large man dressed as Frankenstein sitting beside him. It hits him square in the side of the face and that doesn't sit too well with him as he turns toward Aaron, face red and eyes narrowed. Aaron turns to point to the cheerleader as the culprit, only to find she's disappeared into the crowd. Aaron turns back to explain the situation to find the man is now standing, arms crossed over his massive chest as he looks down at Aaron.
Aaron Miles: You see, what had happened was...
Aaron turns and runs, disappearing into the crowd as Frankenstein gives chase, pushing patrons left and right out of his way. Aaron spots an exit sign nearby and runs for it, pushing the door open and running outside. Frankenstein follows right out the door and into the alley. He looks left and right in search of Aaron but sees no one. Unbeknownst to him, Aaron is still holding the door open and he slips back in, pulling the door shut behind him. Aaron turns back around and heads back toward the bar when he sees a bouncer heading his way. He ducks down a little and makes his way through the crowd of people when someone taps him on the shoulder. Aaron looks up and let's out a sigh of relief when he sees it's only the woman dressed as Harley Quinn.
Woman: Hey Mr. J! Where you been all night?
Aaron Miles: Mr. J? Wait, what? You threw whiskey into my eyes and then stormed off. What did you expect me to do? Chase after you?
Woman: Ah Mr. J, you're the funniest. Come on, let's dance.
Aaron Miles: I'm not doing anything with you, you crazy broad. And quit with the Mr. J crap. Do I look like The Joker to you?
Woman: What's wrong Mr. J? Did I do something wrong?
Aaron goes to say something when he notices a single tear rolling down her cheek. Then he notices her eyes, which are dilated and glazed over. Yep, she's high as a kite.
Aaron Miles: Tell you what Harley, I'll take you up on that dance. But first, be a dear and go get us some drinks.
Woman: Okie dokie Mr. J!
"Harley" gleefully bounces off toward the bar. As soon as she's out of sight, Aaron turns and promptly runs for his life, presumably trying to avoid the morning after accusation of rape. He dips outside, takes notice of the soft snowfall covering the ground and pulls the hood of his sweatshirt up. He starts to head for his car when he feels a hand tap on his shoulder.
Aaron Miles: Look, Harley, I don't think this is going to...
Aaron turns around and comes face to face with the Frankenstein guy from earlier.
Aaron Miles:...work. Ah shit.
"Frankenstein" grabs Aaron by the front of his sweatshirt with both hands and lifts him several inches off of the ground until they are looking eye to eye.
Aaron Miles: Say, Frank, why don't we talk this out? Let's go back inside, I'll get you a drink and then we can...
Aaron throws out a kick and connects with Frank's berries. The big man drops Aaron to the ground and tends to his basket. Aaron scrambles backward on the ground as he watches him drop down to one knee. Suddenly from out of nowhere, "Harley" appears, jumping onto his back and scratching his eyes. Aaron can only watch, both in amusement and in horror, as she goes to town on the poor guy. Finally she hops off of him, letting him drop to a quivering mess on the ground, and strolls over to Aaron, a smile on her face.
Woman: Did I do good Mr. J.
Aaron Miles: Uhh...yes Harley. You did...wonderful.
Woman: Goodie. Let's get out of here, I gots a place where we can lay low for a while.
All it takes is a quick look toward poor Frankenstein laying nearby, a mix of tears and blood staining the green makeup on his face, and Aaron is more than happy to oblige. He allows "Harley" to pull him to his feet and the two walk toward her car as the scene fades out.
A Short While Later
The scene fades back in as "Harley's" car pulls into the parking lot of a rather rundown apartment complex in the seedier part of town. The car is shut off and the doors open as both step out into the still falling snow.
Woman: So this is the place. Whatcha think Mr. J.
Aaron Miles: It's nice, Harley. Uhh, you really don't have to keep calling me Mr. J. In fact, call me Aaron.
Woman: Ohh, gotcha. An alias to cover your tracks. That's smart thinking Mr...I mean Aaron.
"Harley" shoots Aaron a wink and his stomach sinks a little bit. She leads him up a stairway and then down a hallway before stopping in front of a door. As she fumbles around for the key, Aaron casually takes a look to his left and right, trying to formulate an escape plan for later. She opens the door and walks in, with Aaron reluctantly following. The inside is a regular cornucopia of the bizarre. The walls seem to all be painted a different color and are lined with shelves full of various knick knacks and trinkets. The rug on the floor, a hideous shade of lime green and stains, is littered with articles of clothing. "Harley" pushes the door shut behind Aaron and then walks by him, giving her keys a toss onto the beaten up leather couch nearby.
Woman: Now I'll be right back with those drinks.
As "Harley" bounces off toward the kitchen, Aaron turns and grabs the doorknob, only to find it locked. Confused, he tries it again. And again. With a sigh he submits to the idea that he'll probably die here tonight.
Woman: You weren't gonna leaves me were you Mr. J?
Aaron turns back around, fully ready to tell this broad that the time for games are over.
And then he sees her standing in the doorway, dressed only in a corset and heels. As you could expect, his attitude changes quickly.
Aaron Miles: Nope, just making sure we'll have our privacy Harley my dear.
The scene fades out as Aaron crosses the room to take the drink from Harley and the two walk into the other room.
A Short While Later
The scene fades back in as the morning light is just beginning to shine through the bent shades of the bedroom windows. Aaron stirs in the bed and sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. And then the events of last night come back to him and he looks next to him to find that "Harley" isn't there. Then he hears what sounds like bacon frying in a pan from the next room. He looks over toward the window and then scrambles out of the bed. He pulls up the shades and looks down, seeing an open dumpster a good ten feet below him on the street. He starts to have second thoughts when footsteps are heard coming toward the bedroom.
Woman: Are you awake? I made breakfast.
Aaron throws the window open and then crawls out onto the ledge before taking the leap into the bags of trash below. Just as he hits, the woman walks into the room.
Woman: What the...?
The scene ends as Aaron pulls himself out of the dumpster and runs off in the snow, wearing only a pair of boxers and socks.
Part II
¿Como Se Dice Incoherent Dullard En Espanol?
The scene opens with a simple shot of Aaron Miles, with the cameraman coming in the form of the small webcam attached to his laptop.
Aaron Miles: So this is it, huh? After hearing so much about this unstoppable monster named Oblivion, this is what all of the fuss was about? Look, if I wanted to be afraid of the things that go bump in the night I'd hang out at home and watch some of John Carpenter's old shit, not listen to the ramblings of a man that is clearly out of touch with reality. This "Dark One", or at least that's how he refers to himself as, may have the little kiddies wetting the bed at night, but the way I see it, Oblivion is nothing more than another man in a mask trying to rely of shock value to get himself attention. And unfortunately, it seems to be working because you people are eating up what he has to say like it's the only nourishment on earth.
Well count this mother fucker as one of the few who isn't buying into the Oblivion hype. Call yourself the Dark One all you want, it won't matter. Hell you could run around claiming to be Satan's spawn, and it won't mean a damn thing. Because when it comes down to it, you're still just another guy in a mask, and just like any other guy your bones can break and your body can bleed.
And this Hardcore Division, this may be your world but I'm here to let you know that Monday night it's going to come crashing down around you. I'm going to re-write all the books and show the world what the true definition of Hardcore really is when I once again show you and the people things never seen before. And when it's all said and done, your ass is going to be wearing a brand new crimson mask.
Choke on that, bitch.
Aaron reaches out and shuts the lid of the laptop, ending the scene.
Part III
For The Haters.
I've been asked several times recently if the risk is really risk the reward. They've called me crazy. Insane. Stupid. They say I can't do it, no matter how much I believe in me. "He's a monster of a man", "He's a psycho", "You're walking right into his world". I've heard it all over the past week. And you want to know what? I could honestly give a fuck less.
All my life I was told that I couldn't do the things I wanted to do. They said I was too small to wrestle. I proved them wrong. They said my high flying style would never fly in the big leagues. Look at me now. They said I would never be taken seriously. Ask the fans or the people I've beaten the past two weeks and I guarantee they'll tell you I'm the real deal. And now they say I can't beat Oblivion and become a champion. Well get ready to eat your words people, because like always I'm going to show you why you never judge a book by the cover.
The Book Of Cool: Chapter VII "They Sure Don't Party Like This In Omaha"
The scene opens with a shot of the inside of a crowded nightclub, somewhere in central Pennsylvania. The room is packed from wall to wall with people, all dressed in costumes for Halloween. As the cameraman passes by vampires, zombies, witches and even what appears to be a zombie-transvestite, "The Epitome Of Cool" Aaron Miles can be seen leaning nonchalantly against the back wall, sipping on a drink as a woman dressed as Harley Quinn tries to chat him up. Aaron however, who unlike everyone else is not dressed in a costume, doesn't seem all that interested in what she has to say. In fact, besides the occasional head nod and "mmhm", you'd think he was dead on his feet. Suddenly he's snapped back to reality when the woman snaps her fingers in front of his eyes.
Woman: Are you even listening to me?
Aaron Miles: Huh? What? Oh...yeah. Of course I was listening.
Woman: Really? Then what was I talking about?
Aaron Miles: Uhh...you're idiot ex?
The woman crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, obviously pissed.
Woman: Lucky guess.
Aaron Miles: Look, Natalie, I...
The woman grabs Aaron's drink from his hand and throws it in his face. Miles clutches his eyes as the stiff drink burns his corneas.
Aaron Miles: What the hell? You crazy bitch!
Woman: My name is Jenn, you loser.
The woman turns and leaves, leaving Aaron to stumble toward the bar in search of a napkin to wipe his eyes. He makes it to the bar, grabs a napkin and starts wiping his eyes when another woman, this one dressed as a rather provocative cheerleader, slides up beside Aaron and waits to order her drink.
Aaron Miles: I like your pom poms.
The woman reaches over, grabs someones drink from nearby and goes to throw it in Aaron's face. Aaron, however, sees this one coming and ducks in time to avoid it. Unfortunately it doesn't avoid the large man dressed as Frankenstein sitting beside him. It hits him square in the side of the face and that doesn't sit too well with him as he turns toward Aaron, face red and eyes narrowed. Aaron turns to point to the cheerleader as the culprit, only to find she's disappeared into the crowd. Aaron turns back to explain the situation to find the man is now standing, arms crossed over his massive chest as he looks down at Aaron.
Aaron Miles: You see, what had happened was...
Aaron turns and runs, disappearing into the crowd as Frankenstein gives chase, pushing patrons left and right out of his way. Aaron spots an exit sign nearby and runs for it, pushing the door open and running outside. Frankenstein follows right out the door and into the alley. He looks left and right in search of Aaron but sees no one. Unbeknownst to him, Aaron is still holding the door open and he slips back in, pulling the door shut behind him. Aaron turns back around and heads back toward the bar when he sees a bouncer heading his way. He ducks down a little and makes his way through the crowd of people when someone taps him on the shoulder. Aaron looks up and let's out a sigh of relief when he sees it's only the woman dressed as Harley Quinn.
Woman: Hey Mr. J! Where you been all night?
Aaron Miles: Mr. J? Wait, what? You threw whiskey into my eyes and then stormed off. What did you expect me to do? Chase after you?
Woman: Ah Mr. J, you're the funniest. Come on, let's dance.
Aaron Miles: I'm not doing anything with you, you crazy broad. And quit with the Mr. J crap. Do I look like The Joker to you?
Woman: What's wrong Mr. J? Did I do something wrong?
Aaron goes to say something when he notices a single tear rolling down her cheek. Then he notices her eyes, which are dilated and glazed over. Yep, she's high as a kite.
Aaron Miles: Tell you what Harley, I'll take you up on that dance. But first, be a dear and go get us some drinks.
Woman: Okie dokie Mr. J!
"Harley" gleefully bounces off toward the bar. As soon as she's out of sight, Aaron turns and promptly runs for his life, presumably trying to avoid the morning after accusation of rape. He dips outside, takes notice of the soft snowfall covering the ground and pulls the hood of his sweatshirt up. He starts to head for his car when he feels a hand tap on his shoulder.
Aaron Miles: Look, Harley, I don't think this is going to...
Aaron turns around and comes face to face with the Frankenstein guy from earlier.
Aaron Miles:...work. Ah shit.
"Frankenstein" grabs Aaron by the front of his sweatshirt with both hands and lifts him several inches off of the ground until they are looking eye to eye.
Aaron Miles: Say, Frank, why don't we talk this out? Let's go back inside, I'll get you a drink and then we can...
Aaron throws out a kick and connects with Frank's berries. The big man drops Aaron to the ground and tends to his basket. Aaron scrambles backward on the ground as he watches him drop down to one knee. Suddenly from out of nowhere, "Harley" appears, jumping onto his back and scratching his eyes. Aaron can only watch, both in amusement and in horror, as she goes to town on the poor guy. Finally she hops off of him, letting him drop to a quivering mess on the ground, and strolls over to Aaron, a smile on her face.
Woman: Did I do good Mr. J.
Aaron Miles: Uhh...yes Harley. You did...wonderful.
Woman: Goodie. Let's get out of here, I gots a place where we can lay low for a while.
All it takes is a quick look toward poor Frankenstein laying nearby, a mix of tears and blood staining the green makeup on his face, and Aaron is more than happy to oblige. He allows "Harley" to pull him to his feet and the two walk toward her car as the scene fades out.
A Short While Later
The scene fades back in as "Harley's" car pulls into the parking lot of a rather rundown apartment complex in the seedier part of town. The car is shut off and the doors open as both step out into the still falling snow.
Woman: So this is the place. Whatcha think Mr. J.
Aaron Miles: It's nice, Harley. Uhh, you really don't have to keep calling me Mr. J. In fact, call me Aaron.
Woman: Ohh, gotcha. An alias to cover your tracks. That's smart thinking Mr...I mean Aaron.
"Harley" shoots Aaron a wink and his stomach sinks a little bit. She leads him up a stairway and then down a hallway before stopping in front of a door. As she fumbles around for the key, Aaron casually takes a look to his left and right, trying to formulate an escape plan for later. She opens the door and walks in, with Aaron reluctantly following. The inside is a regular cornucopia of the bizarre. The walls seem to all be painted a different color and are lined with shelves full of various knick knacks and trinkets. The rug on the floor, a hideous shade of lime green and stains, is littered with articles of clothing. "Harley" pushes the door shut behind Aaron and then walks by him, giving her keys a toss onto the beaten up leather couch nearby.
Woman: Now I'll be right back with those drinks.
As "Harley" bounces off toward the kitchen, Aaron turns and grabs the doorknob, only to find it locked. Confused, he tries it again. And again. With a sigh he submits to the idea that he'll probably die here tonight.
Woman: You weren't gonna leaves me were you Mr. J?
Aaron turns back around, fully ready to tell this broad that the time for games are over.
And then he sees her standing in the doorway, dressed only in a corset and heels. As you could expect, his attitude changes quickly.
Aaron Miles: Nope, just making sure we'll have our privacy Harley my dear.
The scene fades out as Aaron crosses the room to take the drink from Harley and the two walk into the other room.
A Short While Later
The scene fades back in as the morning light is just beginning to shine through the bent shades of the bedroom windows. Aaron stirs in the bed and sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. And then the events of last night come back to him and he looks next to him to find that "Harley" isn't there. Then he hears what sounds like bacon frying in a pan from the next room. He looks over toward the window and then scrambles out of the bed. He pulls up the shades and looks down, seeing an open dumpster a good ten feet below him on the street. He starts to have second thoughts when footsteps are heard coming toward the bedroom.
Woman: Are you awake? I made breakfast.
Aaron throws the window open and then crawls out onto the ledge before taking the leap into the bags of trash below. Just as he hits, the woman walks into the room.
Woman: What the...?
The scene ends as Aaron pulls himself out of the dumpster and runs off in the snow, wearing only a pair of boxers and socks.
Part II
¿Como Se Dice Incoherent Dullard En Espanol?
The scene opens with a simple shot of Aaron Miles, with the cameraman coming in the form of the small webcam attached to his laptop.
Aaron Miles: So this is it, huh? After hearing so much about this unstoppable monster named Oblivion, this is what all of the fuss was about? Look, if I wanted to be afraid of the things that go bump in the night I'd hang out at home and watch some of John Carpenter's old shit, not listen to the ramblings of a man that is clearly out of touch with reality. This "Dark One", or at least that's how he refers to himself as, may have the little kiddies wetting the bed at night, but the way I see it, Oblivion is nothing more than another man in a mask trying to rely of shock value to get himself attention. And unfortunately, it seems to be working because you people are eating up what he has to say like it's the only nourishment on earth.
Well count this mother fucker as one of the few who isn't buying into the Oblivion hype. Call yourself the Dark One all you want, it won't matter. Hell you could run around claiming to be Satan's spawn, and it won't mean a damn thing. Because when it comes down to it, you're still just another guy in a mask, and just like any other guy your bones can break and your body can bleed.
And this Hardcore Division, this may be your world but I'm here to let you know that Monday night it's going to come crashing down around you. I'm going to re-write all the books and show the world what the true definition of Hardcore really is when I once again show you and the people things never seen before. And when it's all said and done, your ass is going to be wearing a brand new crimson mask.
Choke on that, bitch.
Aaron reaches out and shuts the lid of the laptop, ending the scene.
Part III
For The Haters.
I've been asked several times recently if the risk is really risk the reward. They've called me crazy. Insane. Stupid. They say I can't do it, no matter how much I believe in me. "He's a monster of a man", "He's a psycho", "You're walking right into his world". I've heard it all over the past week. And you want to know what? I could honestly give a fuck less.
All my life I was told that I couldn't do the things I wanted to do. They said I was too small to wrestle. I proved them wrong. They said my high flying style would never fly in the big leagues. Look at me now. They said I would never be taken seriously. Ask the fans or the people I've beaten the past two weeks and I guarantee they'll tell you I'm the real deal. And now they say I can't beat Oblivion and become a champion. Well get ready to eat your words people, because like always I'm going to show you why you never judge a book by the cover.
