Post by "The Hotshot" Jacen North on Jun 20, 2017 0:35:53 GMT
(The titantron comes to life of a pre-recorded vignette. Ext. a local nightclub named, 'The Pulse', known for its good music and great drinks. A train of people that wraps around the block are awaiting entry when a black taxi pulls up alongside the curb. From the backseat emerges a man in a hot pink blazer, black v-neck undershirt, well pressed pants, casual white footwear, and a gold watch at the end of his wrist.)
Jacen North: That's right ladies and gentlemen, I have arrived.
(He slams the door shut and starts for the door to the club, neglecting to pay the driver.)
Cab Driver: Hey! Where's my money!
Jacen North: This is no trick or subterfuge; and no, your eyes are not playing tricks on you, I really do look this good. My name is Jacen North, one of the kindest and humblest people you will ever encounter in your life.
(Maintaining strong contact with the camera, he continues, shoving through the line of people.)
Random Female: Watch it.
Jacen North: Constantly thinking of others, putting their needs ahead of my own.
Random Male: Excuse you, jerk!
Jacen North: Which is a rare find these days, a rare find indeed! Too many people are self-indulged; only looking out for themselves. Those who're willing to take short cuts and step on the little guy to propel.
Random Male 2: Hey, no cuts! We've been out here for over half an hour --
(The shorter hot tempered male is silenced when North mushes the man's face with his hand. Despite many people's efforts to catch him, the man collapses to the concrete sidewalk landing with a thud. North seems nonchalant about the ordeal, and merely steps over him...accidentally..or not so accidentally, stepping on his hand in the process.)
Jacen North: And I'm here to change all of that! When people are in a struggle, I aim to lend a helping hand to those in need. I won't let their cries for help fall on deaf ears.
(A large bald bouncer is seen arguing with another club-goer. After a few muffled insults are traded, the bouncer snaps and immediately takes the man to the ground; repeatedly punching him in the face. Landing blow after blow after blow.)
Random Male 3: Oh God! Somebody...help...me…
(The door now unguarded, with the bouncer and crowd distracted, North enters the establishment. Strobe lights flashing throughout, blaring music, and a crowded dance floor he maneuvers his way through looking toward the bar.)
Jacen North: No siree! You won't find me turning a blind eye to injustice or disrespecting women. My folks taught me better than that. Take this lady at the bar, watch me swoon her with my unmatched charisma and charm.
(The woman at the bar was sipping a margarita, in a skin tight red dress and six inch heels. Her long dark chocolate hair hanging down one side of her face and shoulder as she sat alone, examining the club when North sauntered over. A wide grin on his face and his sights narrowed onto her.)
Jacen North: Good evening my dear, I've got a question for you, your name wouldn't have to be Visa would it? Because you are everywhere I want to be.
Random Female 2: Ugh!
Jacen North: Tell me something, how do you feel about the second amendment, the right to bear arms? 'Cause these arms are bearing plenty as you can see... (He notes arrogantly while flexing his arms.) ...but still these guns are nothing compared to the one I've got stowed away in my pants; all you have to do is say the word babe, 'cause I'm locked, loaded, and ready to blow...all over you.
Random Female 2: That is disgusting! Why don't you drop dead, perv?
Jacen North: C'mon, no sense in playing hard to get. Let me buy you another one of those, what is that by the way?
(North rudely dips his finger into her drink and takes the residue into his mouth; taking a moment to smack his lips as he processed the taste.)
Jacen North: A strawberry margarita. Nice choice.
Random Female 2: No! I'm afraid you've ruined it for me.
Jacen North: My mistake. Can we just start over? C'mon let's just kiss and makeup.
(Without warning, he leans in and plants a kiss on the woman. She breaks free of the liplock and smacks him across the face prior to storming off angrily.)
Jacen North: Ha, she couldn't keep her hands off of me. Can't say that I blame her, people love me. This is why the Imperial Wrestling Federation needs me. I'm the total package. I can kiss hands and shake babies; and I can also get things done in the ring. I know what the people want and only I can give it to 'em. Nobody can draw a crowd like Jacen North! Oh, here come some of my fans now.
(The woman returns, but this time with a team of bouncers and the club manager alongside of her; there to escort - and if necessary - throw North out of the nightclub. The vignette comes to an end here.)
Jacen North: That's right ladies and gentlemen, I have arrived.
(He slams the door shut and starts for the door to the club, neglecting to pay the driver.)
Cab Driver: Hey! Where's my money!
Jacen North: This is no trick or subterfuge; and no, your eyes are not playing tricks on you, I really do look this good. My name is Jacen North, one of the kindest and humblest people you will ever encounter in your life.
(Maintaining strong contact with the camera, he continues, shoving through the line of people.)
Random Female: Watch it.
Jacen North: Constantly thinking of others, putting their needs ahead of my own.
Random Male: Excuse you, jerk!
Jacen North: Which is a rare find these days, a rare find indeed! Too many people are self-indulged; only looking out for themselves. Those who're willing to take short cuts and step on the little guy to propel.
Random Male 2: Hey, no cuts! We've been out here for over half an hour --
(The shorter hot tempered male is silenced when North mushes the man's face with his hand. Despite many people's efforts to catch him, the man collapses to the concrete sidewalk landing with a thud. North seems nonchalant about the ordeal, and merely steps over him...accidentally..or not so accidentally, stepping on his hand in the process.)
Jacen North: And I'm here to change all of that! When people are in a struggle, I aim to lend a helping hand to those in need. I won't let their cries for help fall on deaf ears.
(A large bald bouncer is seen arguing with another club-goer. After a few muffled insults are traded, the bouncer snaps and immediately takes the man to the ground; repeatedly punching him in the face. Landing blow after blow after blow.)
Random Male 3: Oh God! Somebody...help...me…
(The door now unguarded, with the bouncer and crowd distracted, North enters the establishment. Strobe lights flashing throughout, blaring music, and a crowded dance floor he maneuvers his way through looking toward the bar.)
Jacen North: No siree! You won't find me turning a blind eye to injustice or disrespecting women. My folks taught me better than that. Take this lady at the bar, watch me swoon her with my unmatched charisma and charm.
(The woman at the bar was sipping a margarita, in a skin tight red dress and six inch heels. Her long dark chocolate hair hanging down one side of her face and shoulder as she sat alone, examining the club when North sauntered over. A wide grin on his face and his sights narrowed onto her.)
Jacen North: Good evening my dear, I've got a question for you, your name wouldn't have to be Visa would it? Because you are everywhere I want to be.
Random Female 2: Ugh!
Jacen North: Tell me something, how do you feel about the second amendment, the right to bear arms? 'Cause these arms are bearing plenty as you can see... (He notes arrogantly while flexing his arms.) ...but still these guns are nothing compared to the one I've got stowed away in my pants; all you have to do is say the word babe, 'cause I'm locked, loaded, and ready to blow...all over you.
Random Female 2: That is disgusting! Why don't you drop dead, perv?
Jacen North: C'mon, no sense in playing hard to get. Let me buy you another one of those, what is that by the way?
(North rudely dips his finger into her drink and takes the residue into his mouth; taking a moment to smack his lips as he processed the taste.)
Jacen North: A strawberry margarita. Nice choice.
Random Female 2: No! I'm afraid you've ruined it for me.
Jacen North: My mistake. Can we just start over? C'mon let's just kiss and makeup.
(Without warning, he leans in and plants a kiss on the woman. She breaks free of the liplock and smacks him across the face prior to storming off angrily.)
Jacen North: Ha, she couldn't keep her hands off of me. Can't say that I blame her, people love me. This is why the Imperial Wrestling Federation needs me. I'm the total package. I can kiss hands and shake babies; and I can also get things done in the ring. I know what the people want and only I can give it to 'em. Nobody can draw a crowd like Jacen North! Oh, here come some of my fans now.
(The woman returns, but this time with a team of bouncers and the club manager alongside of her; there to escort - and if necessary - throw North out of the nightclub. The vignette comes to an end here.)
Well howdy there pardner.