Post by DARIUS WALKER on Mar 10, 2021 23:11:58 GMT -5
 TEASER INT. THE HIP HOUSE -- DAY. Yung Sauce enters the room, looking around at the empty spaces in the home. Nobody around, not even TJ Thompson or even Lil Petey- hell, not even Scott Oasis was around or even Lance Williams. It was quiet. Too quiet if you asked Sauce. Though, there’s doubt he’d have any idea what he’s thinking about right now. YUNG SAUCE Ayo, is there anyone about? Sauce continued to search through the home, heading into the gaming room where the boys would mainly be seen during their regular live streams. Expecting to see someone in there was the hope- or even the vision he needed- but Sauce has still found nobody. Sauce walks out of the room and closes the door behind him, and continues his search around the house for the boys. Heading through the billiards room and then into the pool room, still no sight of the boys. YUNG SAUCE Where the hell are the boys? Walking out of the pool room left Sauce to continue walking around, opening up the back door where Sauce finds Lil Petey laying dead on the grass. In a state of shock, Sauce quickly runs over to Petey. Leaping over the stone walls surrounding the porch area of The Hip House, making his way over to the fallen Lil Petey and turning over his lifeless body, seeing his eyes rolled all the way far into the back of his head. YUNG SAUCE Petey bro, you good, fam? ...petey? PETEY! Sauce slaps Petey across the face multiple times, again and again, before he soon comes back to life from his alcohol-infused coma. Sauce helps Petey up to a sitting posture, back straightened up as Petey begins to cough up a lung--well not really but metaphorically he does. Sauce puts on a face mask to protect himself from any viruses that Petey might have contacted or sucked in. YUNG SAUCE Breh, you good? LIL PETEY Yeah fam, all’s well here. Partying too hard really got to me. I don’t even remember how I ended up out here, to be honest… must have been a wild night… which is EXACTLY what we love to see! YUNG SAUCE AYYYYEEEEEEEE! The boys begin to do their little dancy-dance. Petey doing a sitting version of the Running Man, Sauce performing his signature Drip Walk along the grass. Sauce stops in his tracks to see what was laid out along the grass of their Hip House Hip Garden… a plethora of empty, crushed cans of White Claw. Sauce didn’t know what to say- he’s not the legal age to drink so he’d have no experience in such a partying vibe- even though he has sneaked into many night clubs with Lil Petey himself. Walking over and picking up one of the many empty, crushed cans of White Claw- Sauce ever so slowly turns to face a still groggy but kneeling Petey with a concerned look on his face. YUNG SAUCE How many did you have? LIL PETEY ...if I could tell you, I would. Right now, fam, I cannot. YUNG SAUCE Enough to knock you out for good out here in the cold? LIL PETEY Woah now, my brudda. Are you questioning my capability to party?! The vibes are WAY off, bro. YUNG SAUCE You're right. Where’s TJ anyway? Assuming he was with you, I hope. Lil Petey looks up at Sauce with a confused look. LIL PETEY I haven’t seen him, he didn’t come with me. YUNG SAUCE ...he didn’t go with you to that Pimping PAWGing Poggers Party last night? LIL PETEY Nah fam, no sign. YUNG SAUCE Where the drippin’ hell did that boy go to-- All of a sudden, Sauce feels the vibration in his pocket. Praying he didn’t have some musty, dusty, and crusty girl’s pussy popping vibrator in his pocket, he pulls it out slowly and realizes it’s just his phone. The number calling is private, and their stage manager said to not answer any private numbers that call in case of it being the lawyers looking to take custody of Sauce for his illegal sexual acts from his time as a TikTok star. But for some reason, and God only knows why he disobeys any orders from their stage manager, he answers the call. There’s white noise coming through at first, Sauce putting it on speaker so Petey could listen in, but soon the white noise stops, and heavy breathing is heard. LIL PETEY Yeah, uh, this isn’t the sex hotline, bro. You got the wrong number- ?? ...oh no, this isn’t the wrong number. I called the right man I needed- or should I say the right boys needed for this. Sauce and Petey look up at one another, raising their eyebrows before lowering their heads to look back down at the phone. YUNG SAUCE Ayo, who is this? Who’s calling? ?? Me? I think you should know the sound of my voice by now, Sauce. YUNG SAUCE Nah mate, I don’t. You sound like some fuckin’ neckbeard and I don’t got the TIME for that-- ?? SO FUNNY YOU MENTION TIME... oh so funny. I have to say, you’re already wastin’ time as it is. LIL PETEY Ayo, bro. If you’re not asking for a meetup or some fucking digital autograph, then hang up. We don’t want your Dorito and Monster stinking breath talking to us. ?? YOU DO NOT REALISE! You do not realize what I have in my possession. There are sounds of muffled screaming coming from the line, footsteps heard along the concrete flooring as we hear the screams of a very familiar voice. TJ THOMPSON SAUCE! PETEY! HELP! HE TOOK ME HOST-- The boys are shaking out of their boots- or Nike Air Jordans even- but they’re worried for their drip brother. YUNG SAUCE Who the hell is this? Who are you? What have you done to TJ?! ?? I can assure you, he is safe and perfectly fine. I wouldn’t harm any of you...yet...but actions do have consequences and right now if you want to do something about your friend- then you come to me. I’ll send you the address. This will not go well for you three boys, that’s for sure. LIL PETEY Answer the second part to Sauce’s question… who the hell are you? ?? Who am I? The man at the end of the line begins to laugh, like some mad villain to those mediocre superhero movies you see on the television, but he begins to cough a little and then the sound of an inhaler is heard. ?? The name is Sean W Artstain. The crowned MONARCH of PROVING GROUNDS! Again, the boys look to one another. Worry in their eyes as they fear the worst for their friend. They fear the worst for Big Drip Productions as a whole. SEAN W ARTSTAIN FEAR ME! HEAR ME! I AM THE MAN THAT ENDS BIG DRIP FOR ALL! ACT ONE INT. THE HIP HOUSE -- NIGHT. The RGB lighting going all the way around the house sets the mood for Sauce, a slightly dark shade of blue as “Marvin’s Room” by Drake is heard coming through the speakers. Sauce is seen sitting on the very large couch shaped into an L, quietly humming the instrumentals of the song playing over the surround sound speakers, a little bit of sobbing as he looks at his phone. The picture is of this young adult, with blonde hair, a flourished dress wrapped around her slim figure, breasts the size of D. To him, she was the one. But of course, things went south very quickly. Cups of the Rosé Bitches in my old phone I should call one and go home I've been in this club too long Biting his lip, continuing to hum the instrumental to himself as he swipes right through his phone, moving onto another picture of this woman but this time- there’s Sauce himself with that same woman, performing TikTok dances with him, and just the sight of the two showed that true love and bonding they had. The woman that I would try Is happy with a good guy But I've been drinking so much That I'ma call her anyway and say Though the good times they had were soon long gone, Sauce swipes again, showing a screenshot of a news article, a headline reading “TIKTOK GROOMING SCANDAL! ASPIRING RAPPER’S CAREER DONE?” is shown in bold writing at the top of the page. There was a feeling of grief, that feeling of intense sadness but not due to someone’s death- if anything died that day, it was their relationship, and over a year later. Sauce has not forgotten. Nor will he ever for as long as he’ll remember it. The good times they had, the bad times they had, and even the in-between. Sauce knew that he had to move on, he promised the boys that he would, but it was a secret kept to himself. Right now was not the time for those in his moments, TJ was in serious danger and it’s up to Petey and Sauce to help him out. Fuck that nigga that you love so bad I know you still think about the times we had I say fuck that nigga that you think you found And since you picked up I know he's not around, ho-ho Sauce quietly places his phone down onto the couch, placing it face down onto the cushion and just turning away from it, he didn’t want to even think about it, he needed to clear his mind up if he wanted to help out TJ and save him from the clutches of Sean W Artstain. Only twelve hours have passed since the shocking revelation, time was very much a construct but… it literally just felt like it was all a few minutes ago. Lil Petey walks into the area, scanning his surroundings and seeing the state that Sauce is in. YUNG SAUCE Alexa, stop. A little chime is heard before the music fades away. LIL PETEY Yo, Sauce. What’s good, fam? YUNG SAUCE Oh… uh… nothing. I’m just worried about uh- the TJ thing. LIL PETEY Hey, look, fam. It’s gonna be alright. Tomorrow we ride. We’re going to save TJ from that dastardly neckbeard Wartstain. He can’t continue these HEINOUS CRIMES against THE DRIP! YUNG SAUCE I know, we will, but something doesn’t feel right. Something about today just doesn’t feel right. There’s a strange feeling about today. LIL PETEY It might be because of what happened but look, cuz. Things are gonna be fine, everything will be fine, tomorrow is the move, tomorrow we save BIG DRIP and we drop our hit duo album together… PETEY SAUCE: THE RETURN OF THE UNDERDAWGS! YUNG SAUCE ...wait, hold on, what are you talking about? Releasing the album tomorrow? We’re not even finished with the last few songs, what do you mean? LIL PETEY Yeah, that’s what I said. Are you even thinking straight? Sauce blinks for a moment, like a flash before his eyes, and then back to where he was sitting. Petey looks puzzled, wondering if everything is okay with Sauce, he had noticed there was something wrong with him over the past couple of days. Leading into Proving Ground and leading into a match with “The Tyrant” Shawn Warstein. Did Sauce have it in him to face The Tyrant? Expectedly… no. Of course not. Anyone that backed Sauce in this match probably did it out of pity for him, which he was okay with, he always had his proud supporters with him. His fans are all he needed. YUNG SAUCE I’ll be fine. Everything will be fine. Like you said, you know? LIL PETEY Yeah, yeah. I think it’s time to get an early night, breh. We can’t be late for this meeting, you feel me? YUNG SAUCE Oh yeah, the meeting. I’ll head up soon, I just need to do a few things. That’s all. LIL PETEY I gotchu, goodnight homie. Nodding his head, Sauce allows Petey to head upstairs for an early night. Then again, their early night is one in the morning. Which it is. But those White Claws from last night are still taking effect on him. With Sauce being left alone, he fixes himself up and just sits there casually. No movement, loss of focus, everything is just free-minded. This is all about Sauce. YUNG SAUCE Feels a little bit different. That feeling of not being able to just sit there and have fun, that feeling of just not being able to take a couple of jokes because you’re more focused on other things, it makes me wonder what would we all be like without the mask- that mask of being the edgy, entertaining, and downright ridiculous rapper group known as Big Drip Productions. They say honesty is the best kind of policy but I never saw into that, I couldn’t, and I felt a little bit weird when others brought it up. That old saying just didn’t fit in right with today’s world. The change in tone felt weird, the change in style felt weird, the change in comedic feel was wiped clean. From your happy-go-lucky kind of man to a very moderate, calm and collected seventeen year old boy. Sauce sat there, recollecting his thoughts, looking down at his phone which stayed in the same position he left it in. Picking it up and observing the hardened shell of the phone, not even daring to turn the screen back on in case he sees her again. YUNG SAUCE It’s just so weird, I guess. Having to sit here and talk like how some of these people would, it feels weird, just so awkward. No audience to watch you, nobody to laugh at you for your jokes, that’s just plain and boring, isn’t it? Just so weird. So the question now is what are we doing? Wasting time sitting in front of cameras like a bunch of apes being filmed for everyone else to laugh and enjoy with their own content. Everyone’s proud of that, that’s the whole thing, that’s the whole problem. You’re all fucking up the logic. Was that Sauce trying to crack open the fourth wall? I mean, shit, you tell me. He could have if he wanted to, it wouldn’t be his first time trying to break the fourth wall, for fuck sake. YUNG SAUCE I have to say, I’m living life as it is. Look at the house we’re living in right now, look at the money we’ve laundered in because of the deal we have with Scott Oasis, look at everything we’ve done since coming to Project: Honor. A bumpy start but the year we’ve had since then? Unstoppable, unbeatable, indestructible. Big Drip Productions are red hot right now, the best shape we’ve ever been in, gone are the days of just being zany aspiring rappers and now full fuckin’ recording artists with millions of views on YouTube, Apple Music, everything we’ve been streamed on… and guess what, Shawn. They’re still there. You thought that deleting our content on SoundCloud was what will break us? Come on, bro. You know better than this, we’re multi platformed, we’re internationally known, everyone wants the Big Drip. A smile soon appeared on his face. YUNG SAUCE Shawn. But that smile was wiped clean off of his face. Just even mentioning his name brings Sauce to a heated feeling, a feeling of hatred, a feeling of anger, a way that Sauce has never felt before. Not this way for a while anyway. The last time he felt as angry as he was- well, Sauce looking at his phone and opening up the screensaver shows how long ago it was and why it happened. YUNG SAUCE Mentioning your name makes my blood boil, makes me feel in a way I’ve not felt in a while and that’s scary, I am worried for what is coming this Friday. Shawn Warstein versus Yung Sauce, The Tyrant versus The King of The TikToks. One sided battle, don’t you think? Everyone thinks this is yours for the taking, which might be true but the thing is with people like you jumping to conclusions and thinking you know everything there is- it’s that you’ll become too blind to see the truth once it’s exposed to the world. Someone like you, Shawn, it’s easy to be blinded by your own words- choosing your own path instead of the path that guarantees you royalties. You’re stubborn, which can be a good thing because you never take no for an answer and you never quit in what you do. Chuckling to himself. Picturing the scenario in his head, of course, the visuals he sees in his mind portray behind him, and what he sees is Shawn Warstein going against Yung Sauce himself. Shawn is winning in the battle, taunting his challenger and absolutely destroying him, it was nothing but destruction. Had Sauce lost his goddamn mind? Well, admittedly, yes. He has lost his goddamn mind. But with the click of his fingers, the vision behind him soon fades away into the night. Just like it was gone back to normal. YUNG SAUCE That’s your problem. That’s what makes you the man you are. Vulnerable. Left in an open field. People just couldn’t seem to find their way over to that field, Shawn. Your stubbornness left you with a no contest on the last show, and that was your fault because you got too overzealous. You got too confident that you just had to throw the match. Good for you. You’re so amazing, aren’t you? You lost one match, bravo to you, my friend. You’re doing so amazingly. Doing so brilliantly, I applaud for you, Shawn. I really do. I could if I wanted to but as you can see right now… Sauce lifted his hands up, dropping his phone down onto the table and showing his hands are free of anything, not clapping or anything, just staying far away from one another as possible. YUNG SAUCE ...I am not and with good reason to, because for once, I feel as if you shouldn’t be applauded for your attempts, you’ve received enough stroking from your friend James that me giving you more wouldn’t make any more sense--you’d have already finished by now. Are you done yet? Good, because I’m still talking, Shawn. Pay attention. Sauce begins to click his fingers, trying to nonchalantly grab the attention of Shawn Warstein who’s probably watching this. Right? Right. YUNG SAUCE I hate how you’re treating us like absolute jokes, I hate how you’re treating us like absolute shit, like we’re jokes but at the end of the day, Shawn. The only thing you’ve got against us is years of experience. The only thing you’ve got against us is the championships you’ve won. The only thing you’ve got against us is what we don’t have. Legacy. You’ve got that. You’ve got yours. I’ve not. But I’ve told you. For you to destroy a legacy, you need to begin one. Shawn, you might have one right now but going against me, what will you actually have? Will you have that legacy when beating me up? Will you be able to do what you’re promising? Or are you going to stand there, do what you do best, and talk a lot of nonsense that never adds up but of course, you make it work. Sauce has had enough of Shawn Warstein. This was his moment in the spotlight, this was his moment to shine, and if he was going to let Shawn take it from him- then he might as well give up now. YUNG SAUCE Shawn Warstein. I’m done being the joke, I’m done being the punchline. I’m done being the fucking laughing stock. Yung Sauce? Headliner. Never thought that’d happen, would you? I’m sure you’ll hop right back in with your “I made you the headliner” but all you did was be a lousy Tyrant of nothing. Laziness doesn’t make you go far, laziness will make you someone like me, and if that’s the kind of person you’re going to be, then what’s the point of facing you at all? Sauce’s eyebrow raises upward. YUNG SAUCE Just know something, Shawn. Heavy is the head that wears the crown… Sauce leans back, smiling. YUNG SAUCE ...but that small crown on your head won’t fit the ego as large as yours. Pointing at his head, and keeping that same smile on his face. YUNG SAUCE You’re no tyrant, you’re just a fucking pussy bitch. Sauce felt that heat soon slowly come away from his chest, that weight on his shoulders finally easing off as he grabs his phone again. Opening it up and scrolling through the image, pressing the three little dots in the corner and hits delete. Again. Again. Again. Every single image and video they had. Deleted. Gone. Sent to the shadow realm. Sauce stands up, placing his phone into his pocket and heading up the stairs. Tomorrow brought a new day, a different day, a day where they save TJ Thompson. ACT TWO EXT. MOJAVE DESERT, NEVADA -- DAY. Sauce and Petey head to the location they were given, out in the desert of Nevada, and the car that they drove to the location has broken down, but in the distance, out of the blue, is TJ Thompson- stripped down to his boxer shorts. But right beside him is this man…  ...and both Sauce and Petey look to one another. Confused, wondering if they’ve got the right guy, but of course, they hear that voice from far away. That same raspy voice of his. SEAN W ARTSTAIN So… you FOUND us. You found our little place. YUNG SAUCE ...you gave us the location, you gimp. SEAN W ARTSTAIN ...oh yes, YOU’RE RIGHT, but that’s okay... LIL PETEY Just give us TJ and we’ll leave you alone. Please. We need to bring him with us to Italy- The ground begins to shake before their feet and Sean W Artstain rushes in and grabs a hold of Petey, pinning him to the ground and leaving a crater in the earth. SEAN W ARTSTAIN Do you DARE question me!? YUNG SAUCE WHAT THE FUCK!? SEAN W ARTSTAIN You are the reason for this! YUNG SAUCE How am I the reason for all of this!? I’ve done nothing at all! SEAN W ARTSTAIN YOU created this world we live in… YOU created this reality we live in… YOU made me. YUNG SAUCE I didn’t make you! How the fuck could I have!? Artstein swings a punch and misses as Sauce ducks the hit, but Sauce looks to hit a punch of his own, which Artstein ducks as well. Artstein’s slim body slithers past and behind Sauce, but The Saucy One catches him with a head lock and then a Judo throw down to the desert ground. Sauce looks to stomp down on Artstain but he rolls out of the way, and in the distance is where we see Lil Petey slowly stand back up and crawl out of the crater. Petey sees the fight going on with Artstain and Sauce, shrugs it off and runs towards Thompson, looking to free him from his kidnapper’s trap. YUNG SAUCE Just stop! I didn’t make you, you couldn’t have been in my imagination for this long and be freed! SEAN W ARTSTAIN Oh but I am real, I am the real fuckin’ deal, I am IMMORTAL! YOU CANNOT STOP ME, SAUCE! YOU CANNOT STOP ME, D- YUNG SAUCE WOAH! We don’t SAY my real name! We NEVER say my real name. EVER. PERIOD. SEAN W ARTSTAIN De-- A punch connects! Another punch connects! Artstain is letting it happen, he’s smiling, laughing at the rage in Sauce right now. Sauce flicks his right hand open and a purple orb of energy forms, thick purple fog is circling around Sauce and Artstain is scared, frightened, terrified. SEAN W ARTSTAIN ...what the fuck? YUNG SAUCE Oh...so NOW you want to be scared? NOW YOU WANT TO BE WORRIED? TERRIFIED!? SEAN W ARTSTAIN You don’t need to do this. Please, Sauce, not like this. Sauce smiles, almost like a damned smirk on his face. YUNG SAUCE FUCK...YOU...BITCH! The orb is thrown right towards Artstain and upon impact, he explodes into tiny pieces, his blood and guts being flung in multiple different directions. The explosion reaches over to Thompson and Petey, they feel the force of the explosion and they’re sent falling back onto the dirt floor of the desert road. There stands Yung Sauce as the dust settles as he drops down to his knees, tears almost falling from his eyes, he doesn’t even know how to do it. It just came to him… it can’t be real. Surely it’s not real. Could it? Petey and Thompson rush over to Sauce, picking him back up and carrying him along the desert road- finding the next stop for them. YUNG SAUCE None of this is real...is it? LIL PETEY ...feels real to me, bro. TJ THOMPSON Yeah, you blew him to smithereens. You did it, Sauce. He didn’t want to accept it, that he did what he did, but just hearing it from them made them feel like everything wasn’t as it may have seemed. This wasn’t what he was made for, what everything was made for, none of it was true. It couldn’t have been. It shouldn’t have been. ACT THREE INT. BOLOGNA, ITALY -- NIGHT. It felt weird. Days have passed since the incident. Which was fine after a while even after how weird it felt... ...but you know what felt weirder? It feels like it was just two fucking minutes ago. Sauce laid there, hotel room that could fit three people, enough for Big Drip Productions. The boys sat there at the end of their beds, it was only seven in the evening. Flights were a pain in the fucking ass. But that didn’t matter, because Sauce can’t feel it, no jet lag or anything. Thompson and Petey can, though it’s just temporary as they shake it off like it’s nothing, back to normal for them, I suppose. LIL PETEY TJ, you want to hip into the shower before I do? TJ THOMPSON Oooooh yeah! I’m about to sing a funky tune boys! I WANNA TAKE YOU AWAYYY-- TJ walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and we’re left with just Sauce and Petey now. Petey moves up towards Sauce, tucking the young lad into bed. LIL PETEY You saved us, Sauce. Wouldn’t be here without you. YUNG SAUCE I still don’t want to believe I did that. I just can’t. I really just can’t. LIL PETEY It’s fine, Sauce. Don’t believe it at all... All of a sudden, Lil Petey grabs a hold of Sauce by the neck, choking him out and he’s struggling to breathe. Gasping for air. Not able to scream out for help, his screams are almost muffled, there’s nothing he can do. Sauce looks to Petey and then he sees it, Petey’s face slowly morphing to the face of Sean W Artstain! SEAN W ARTSTAIN ...because it was NEVER REAL TO BEGIN WITH! Sauce’s vision then soon turns to black, along with the sounds of a snap being made. Artstain snapped his neck... The Sauce is dead. “AHHHHHH!” Sauce’s scream awakens everyone in the hotel room, the same one as his dream, but there’s no Sean W Artstain, Petey isn’t dead and… TJ is snoring as loud as his singing. Both Petey and Thompson look over to Sauce, who looks visibly shaken up from his traumatic nightmare, and just at the foot of his bed is a television screen- white noise is the only thing coming through it. Nothing else. “Ayo, what’s up fam? You good?” “Did you have a nightmare? What’s up?” Still breathing heavily, he looks to both men and grabs them- pulling them in for a hug. The group was back together just like old times, well, not really because they’ve always been together but you know what I mean. TO BE CONTINUED. Next time on SaucyVision… The boys fall into another dimension. Nobody is alive. Everyone has disappeared. One man stands in their way. Ravencore. And with the revival of Sean W Artstain, they’re a tandem tag team of destruction. The question now is if Big Drip Productions can put a stop to this carnage… ...or will their legacy of the evil men corrupt the boys into damnation? FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON…. SAUCYVISION CAST Sauce - Yung Sauce Petey - Lil Petey Thompson - TJ Thompson Sean W Artstain - Daddy Long Neck Samsung Galaxy S20 - The producer’s phone because Sauce forgot to bring his... |