Post by rapture on Jun 2, 2021 22:18:25 GMT -5
A soft rumble of thunder echoes through the black screen that is your television set. The sound of rain pitter-pattering on the trees can be heard breaking the eerie silence that hangs in the darkness.
RAPTURE V/O: Girl Scout Cookie Battle Royal...Loss.
Quick, fast breathing begins to emit from the speakers.
RAPTURE V/O: Cadillac Jackson, Emmanuelle, and Lance Williams...Loss.
Occasionally, gentle brushing of leaves breaks the monotonous sounds of ragged breath.
RAPTURE V/O: Lesley Adora...Loss.
Our scene opens and we find ourselves in what looks to be a run down neighborhood, on the edge of a forest. A man dressed in a torn t-shirt and jeans, emerges from the woods. He looks to be out of breath, huffing and puffing the nighttime air.
RAPTURE V/O: And now I stand before the Proving Ground empty seats, destined to step before someone else while the fans get their popcorn and beer. While the habitually late ones try to run in and find their seats before Anastasia ‘Big Tits’ Baros and Trey ‘Supernova Bound’ Bouchet get in on some action...I will have to entertain the early birds in the Opening Match.
The young man, with dark hair, looks behind him before turning and slowly creeping along the treeline.
RAPTURE V/O: I’m just so tired of wanting to feel frightening...wanting to show my power...my strength...my KILLER instinct, only to be there to entertain the nerdy kid who got their early for Aiden Reynold’s signature and ended up with Lil’ Petey grabbing his mom’s ass.
A branch snapping in the woods causes the man to freeze and look around, worried about something that may or may not have been following him in the woods.
RAPTURE V/O: And unlike Fallout where General Manager DeMarco opens up the door and lets us go hog wild with weapons and anything that can cause pain...bleeding...torture...we don’t get that kind of fun stuff on Proving Ground. I’m all like ‘Mr. Darling...can I bring in a knife?’ and he’s like ‘No, Carl...that kills people.’ And I’m like ‘Mr. Darling...can I bring in a bear trap’ and he’s like ‘No, Carl...that kills people.’ And I’m like…’My name isn’t Carl.’ And he’s like ‘But CaaaaAAAAARRRrrrrlllll!’.
The man hears another branch snap and he takes off running into the street, ducking in and out from behind cars.
RAPTURE V/O: All I want to do is have some fun and show them what Rapture can be all about. Yeah, I’m not muscle-bound Greek God...I’m no handsome Australian...I’m no James Raven. I’m...just...Rapture. I man who signed up to play some games and split some heads. And now? Now I get to face some greasy-haired, chiseled-jaw looking sum-bitch...who wants people to Praise him? The man has been here for like two seconds, hasn’t even competed yet...and he wants us to shower him with honor and adoration?
The man spots a garage door that is open and has a light coming from it.
RAPTURE V/O: Fuck that! There are too many people on the Project: Honor roster who feel they should be praised...or that they have the path to enlightenment. And while some have proved they deserve to be followed, you just can’t waltz in here and act like it is all about you. You haven't done anything yet. That whole idea of being bowed down to? Yeah, that ticket has already been punched...that gimmick has been played over...and over...and over...and over. And you know where it’s got them?
With a final look behind him, the young man takes off running down the street towards the open garage door.
RAPTURE V/O: It got them in the unemployment line! Ask Kevin Hunter. Ask Zack Tyler. Ask any other half-assed, backwoods thinking, douche-nozzle who walks in those doors and demands respect….what they got. They got a kick in the ass, a punch in the jaw, and two-hands DJ-Jazzy-Jeffing their ass out the door.
The man stops as he is bathed by the light of the garage.
RAPTURE: ‘Bout fucking time you got here. Wait...where’s the beer?
Sitting on a couch in the garage, is Rapture. Dressed in a hoodie and white t-shirt, his mask sits off to the side on an end table.
JACK: Man, I tried making it to the store. Seriously, I tried.
RAPTURE: Jack...how much acid did you take on the way to the liquor store?
Jack begins to count on his fingers...but stops and begins to examine the back of his hands, his eyes opening wide in amazement.
RAPTURE: Yeah, just...just try to find the couch. I’ll go grab some of my stepdad’s beers.
Rapture gets up and walks away as Jack starts to get lost in his trip.
RAPTURE V/O: Brandon Hendrix...you are no different then all those who have come before you and tried to make everyone praise them. And your Project: Honor career will be just the same. Quiet...uneventful...full of losses...then gone, like a bottle of anti-itch cream at the Big Drip House. The only question now is...how long before you just straight give up like the rest of ‘em?
RAPTURE V/O: Girl Scout Cookie Battle Royal...Loss.
Quick, fast breathing begins to emit from the speakers.
RAPTURE V/O: Cadillac Jackson, Emmanuelle, and Lance Williams...Loss.
Occasionally, gentle brushing of leaves breaks the monotonous sounds of ragged breath.
RAPTURE V/O: Lesley Adora...Loss.
Our scene opens and we find ourselves in what looks to be a run down neighborhood, on the edge of a forest. A man dressed in a torn t-shirt and jeans, emerges from the woods. He looks to be out of breath, huffing and puffing the nighttime air.
RAPTURE V/O: And now I stand before the Proving Ground empty seats, destined to step before someone else while the fans get their popcorn and beer. While the habitually late ones try to run in and find their seats before Anastasia ‘Big Tits’ Baros and Trey ‘Supernova Bound’ Bouchet get in on some action...I will have to entertain the early birds in the Opening Match.
The young man, with dark hair, looks behind him before turning and slowly creeping along the treeline.
RAPTURE V/O: I’m just so tired of wanting to feel frightening...wanting to show my power...my strength...my KILLER instinct, only to be there to entertain the nerdy kid who got their early for Aiden Reynold’s signature and ended up with Lil’ Petey grabbing his mom’s ass.
A branch snapping in the woods causes the man to freeze and look around, worried about something that may or may not have been following him in the woods.
RAPTURE V/O: And unlike Fallout where General Manager DeMarco opens up the door and lets us go hog wild with weapons and anything that can cause pain...bleeding...torture...we don’t get that kind of fun stuff on Proving Ground. I’m all like ‘Mr. Darling...can I bring in a knife?’ and he’s like ‘No, Carl...that kills people.’ And I’m like ‘Mr. Darling...can I bring in a bear trap’ and he’s like ‘No, Carl...that kills people.’ And I’m like…’My name isn’t Carl.’ And he’s like ‘But CaaaaAAAAARRRrrrrlllll!’.
The man hears another branch snap and he takes off running into the street, ducking in and out from behind cars.
RAPTURE V/O: All I want to do is have some fun and show them what Rapture can be all about. Yeah, I’m not muscle-bound Greek God...I’m no handsome Australian...I’m no James Raven. I’m...just...Rapture. I man who signed up to play some games and split some heads. And now? Now I get to face some greasy-haired, chiseled-jaw looking sum-bitch...who wants people to Praise him? The man has been here for like two seconds, hasn’t even competed yet...and he wants us to shower him with honor and adoration?
The man spots a garage door that is open and has a light coming from it.
RAPTURE V/O: Fuck that! There are too many people on the Project: Honor roster who feel they should be praised...or that they have the path to enlightenment. And while some have proved they deserve to be followed, you just can’t waltz in here and act like it is all about you. You haven't done anything yet. That whole idea of being bowed down to? Yeah, that ticket has already been punched...that gimmick has been played over...and over...and over...and over. And you know where it’s got them?
With a final look behind him, the young man takes off running down the street towards the open garage door.
RAPTURE V/O: It got them in the unemployment line! Ask Kevin Hunter. Ask Zack Tyler. Ask any other half-assed, backwoods thinking, douche-nozzle who walks in those doors and demands respect….what they got. They got a kick in the ass, a punch in the jaw, and two-hands DJ-Jazzy-Jeffing their ass out the door.
The man stops as he is bathed by the light of the garage.
RAPTURE: ‘Bout fucking time you got here. Wait...where’s the beer?
Sitting on a couch in the garage, is Rapture. Dressed in a hoodie and white t-shirt, his mask sits off to the side on an end table.
JACK: Man, I tried making it to the store. Seriously, I tried.
RAPTURE: Jack...how much acid did you take on the way to the liquor store?
Jack begins to count on his fingers...but stops and begins to examine the back of his hands, his eyes opening wide in amazement.
RAPTURE: Yeah, just...just try to find the couch. I’ll go grab some of my stepdad’s beers.
Rapture gets up and walks away as Jack starts to get lost in his trip.
RAPTURE V/O: Brandon Hendrix...you are no different then all those who have come before you and tried to make everyone praise them. And your Project: Honor career will be just the same. Quiet...uneventful...full of losses...then gone, like a bottle of anti-itch cream at the Big Drip House. The only question now is...how long before you just straight give up like the rest of ‘em?