"Intermediate Documentary Filmmaking"
Dec 15, 2019 23:10:34 GMT -5
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12/16/19: Monday Night Massacre (FULL DOCUMENTARY)
By olivedoesstuff
December 15, 2019
"One day, love."
"One day, love."
"One day, love."
"One day, love."
The opening strains of Max Richter's "Sarajevo" begin to play over a black screen as the video begins. Slowly, white, scriptlike font fades in, revealing a quote:
The quote then disappears much faster than it appeared, replaced with another, perhaps more fitting one:
We fade in from the blackscreen to a slow, mournful montage of Action Wrestling promotional images as the music continues to play, that one woman wailing intensifying like a motherfucker. We see photographs of the Adler twins from their debut match at the December 2nd episode of Clash intercut with a handful of candid shots of the Party Bros doing exactly what their name implies. All pictures, however, are black and white now because this is serious art and we all know that a.) true art is angsty and b.) nothing expresses angst better than black and white photography.
Meanwhile, as the images cycle, the music softens and Olive Adler's voice can be heard.
"I think if you really wanted to diagnose what happened out there, you could probably pinpoint a lot of things. We were riding high off our win over Flex Appeal, but we still didn't get the respect we rightfully deserved. Then they put as against the Party Bros, who are basically the essence of a 24 year old who continues to date high schoolers distilled into two guys whose definition of cool seems to come entirely from having the plot to Dude, Where's My Car? poorly explained to them."
We cut from the sequence of images to a shot of Olive, clad in black, seated at a table in what looks to be an interrogation room. Her eyes, as well as most of her face are obscured by shadows courtesy of the harsh overhead lighting. Her folded hands rest atop the desk and an awkward, just-too-long-for-comfort beat passes before she finishes her train of thought.
"We might have gone a little overboard. That shouldn't make us the bad guys, though."
Smash cut to title card/opening credits superimposed over a picture of the Party Bros that slowly zooms in uncomfortably close:
12/16/19: The Monday Night Massacre
An Olivia Adler Production
Directed by: Olivia Adler
Edited by: Olivia Adler
Cinematography by: Olivia Adler
Starring:
Olivia Adler
Cassidy Adler
some guy we paid $5 to do a Keith David impression
David Keith
Introducing:
Jaxson Jackson as 'Torture'
Eddie Lacy as 'Billy'
Inspired by soon to be true events.
I don't actually know the legality of using official Action Wrestling footage in this project but I think it's alright; please don't sue
We cut to poorly shot cell-phone footage of the Adler twins' entrance during the December 2nd episode of Clash as afinancially compensated Keith David impersonator David Keith's voiceover begins, narrating this tragic tale.
"Like all major upheavals and seemingly sudden historical events, the Monday Night Massacre of 2019 did not happen in a vacuum. The seeds were planted well in advance. Two weeks in advance, to be specific, when Cassidy and Olivia Adler made their pro-wrestling debut."
Cut to a well lit living room. Cassidy Adler lounges on a couch, his feet up on the arm rest like a god damn savage. He doesn't seem to acknowledge the camera as he speaks.
"I think there were some people pissed off about that part. Olive and I weren't what you'd call established, ya feel? We didn't grind it out on the indies for half a decade before getting our big break. We didn't have things like experience, or legitimacy, or respect for the business. Did that ruffle feathers? [CROW CAWING SOUND EFFECT] yeah it did."
"Some people had it confused though," adds Olive, moments before the picture cuts back to her (this is what we in the business call a 'j cut'.) "They saw the bravado, our Youtube presence, and thought it was some stunt. That we'd get into the ring, crash harder than the Hindenburg, and dip out with our tails between our legs. Then we tee'd off on Flex Appeal."
Through the shadows, she beams.
"And they hated it."
Cut to an upscale corporate office. A slick, well-dressed man of ambiguous ethnicity sits at his desk, looking as if he'd rather be literally anywhere else. A lower third graphic appears introducing the man: 'Torture'. Sure, Jan.
"To be honest, I wasn't sure what we had with the Adler twins when they first hit AW's radar. They were just this pair of adderall railing zoomers who made dumb Youtube videos and got banned from Twitter like three times for harassing guys with truck avatars. Then they started this whole social media campaign trying to get our attention. Total greenhorns shooting for the top of the food chain; can't say I wasn't a little impressed by the audacity of the whole thing."
'Torture' shrugs.
"I gave them a shot. Didn't think they'd do anything with it."
David Keith takes us back to the narration as we cut from 'Torture's' office to the same shoddily-recorded cell phone footage of the Adler twins celebrating after their slumping of Flex Appeal. Roars of disapproval underscore David's voiceover.
"That seemed to be the theme. Dismissal, a lack of faith, followed by completely subverted expectations. The San Antonio crowd didn't hide their displeasure about it either, leading to a moment likely to define much of the Adler's young wrestling career for years to come."
Cut to an establishing shot of a Golden Corral.
Cut again to a booth at the Golden Corral, where former NFL running back Eddie Lacy is finishing off plate numberirrelevant. The lower third introduces him as 'Billy'.
"Those two was headin' up the ramp when the control room switched to commercial. Some drunk, unprestigious ass fan must've said somethin' that the chick, Cassidy—"
"Olive," says Olive from off-screen.
"No thanks, hate olives."
"No, Olive's the girl. I'm Olive."
'Billy' looks off-screen, incredulous. "You mean the other one ain't a girl too?"
"Cassidy isn't a girl, no."
"And you're sure about that?"
"Pretty confident."
'Billy' shrugs. "Well, anyway, whatever the guy said must've pissed Olive off somethin' fierce because next thing anyone knows she's charging over to him and she just yells, and I mean she screamed it."
Cut to grainy cell-phone footage. Olive, red in the face, shouts at some unidentified member of the audience: "LICK IT UP, LOSER! CHOKE ON MY DICK!"
Cut back to 'Billy'.
"It was like, shit fire."
"Shitfire."
"That's what I said."
"No it's all in how you say it."
He rolls his eyes. "Shit fire."
"You're saying it wrong."
"That's stupid."
"Just repeat after me, shitfire."
"Shitfire?"
"There you go!"
"It literally doesn't sound different at all. Can I get back to my meal?"
Cut back to Olive, seated at the table.
"Looking back, that was probably why we wound up facing the Party Bros in the first place. We dropped a team that could've been contenders and then get stuck with those two? We should have been going for the straps! Definitely a punishment for my little faux pas. Should I have apologized? Probably."
"Whatever the reason, the Adlers found themselves booked against the Party Bros two weeks later, on an episode of Monday Night Clash that should have been remembered for hosting the AW 2019 Award Ceremony. Instead, it would be remembered for a much more tragic reason."
"Because we beat their brains in." Cut back to Cass (this is still a 'j cut'). "Like, even harder than we could've imagined. It was a [CROW CAWING SOUND EFFECT] mess."
Cut to an 'artist's rendering' of the Party Bros' appearance post-match. In this case, said artist's rendering is a series of poorly photoshopped images of the Party Bros with severe injuries; the most noteworthy being half of Kev Dudebro's face placed over the now-infamous image of Alistair Overreem's destroyed lip.
"I don't really know what came over us. All I remember about the incident is right before the match started, I just looked across the ring and saw them standing there. And for a second, all I could focus on was 'is this what they think of us'? They being, well take your pick why don't you? The promoters, the fans, the jealous losers in the back, everyone. Did they see us as a joke team to throw out against the likes of those neanderthals? Those one trick pony, stale before they even hit the shelves, losers? Are they hoping we take them lightly, play down to the competition, and get stunned like Flex Appeal did against us?
"And in that moment, I vowed to make them regret that decision. I think they got the hint."
Cut to Cass, now standing up, shit eating grin on his face.
"I guess at the end of the day, it was simple: we had to do it to 'em. Easy as that. Could've been anyone who caught that smoke. Will be anyone.
"Oh, and uh, don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe."
Fade to the end credits, which are just the same as the opening credits.
12/16/19: Monday Night Massacre (FULL DOCUMENTARY)
By olivedoesstuff
December 15, 2019
"One day, love."
"One day, love."
"One day, love."
"One day, love."
The opening strains of Max Richter's "Sarajevo" begin to play over a black screen as the video begins. Slowly, white, scriptlike font fades in, revealing a quote:
From even the greatest horrors, irony is seldom absent.
HP Lovecraft — Racist
The quote then disappears much faster than it appeared, replaced with another, perhaps more fitting one:
You know we had to do it to em.
Cassidy Adler — Legend
We fade in from the blackscreen to a slow, mournful montage of Action Wrestling promotional images as the music continues to play, that one woman wailing intensifying like a motherfucker. We see photographs of the Adler twins from their debut match at the December 2nd episode of Clash intercut with a handful of candid shots of the Party Bros doing exactly what their name implies. All pictures, however, are black and white now because this is serious art and we all know that a.) true art is angsty and b.) nothing expresses angst better than black and white photography.
Meanwhile, as the images cycle, the music softens and Olive Adler's voice can be heard.
"I think if you really wanted to diagnose what happened out there, you could probably pinpoint a lot of things. We were riding high off our win over Flex Appeal, but we still didn't get the respect we rightfully deserved. Then they put as against the Party Bros, who are basically the essence of a 24 year old who continues to date high schoolers distilled into two guys whose definition of cool seems to come entirely from having the plot to Dude, Where's My Car? poorly explained to them."
We cut from the sequence of images to a shot of Olive, clad in black, seated at a table in what looks to be an interrogation room. Her eyes, as well as most of her face are obscured by shadows courtesy of the harsh overhead lighting. Her folded hands rest atop the desk and an awkward, just-too-long-for-comfort beat passes before she finishes her train of thought.
"We might have gone a little overboard. That shouldn't make us the bad guys, though."
Smash cut to title card/opening credits superimposed over a picture of the Party Bros that slowly zooms in uncomfortably close:
12/16/19: The Monday Night Massacre
An Olivia Adler Production
Directed by: Olivia Adler
Edited by: Olivia Adler
Cinematography by: Olivia Adler
Starring:
Olivia Adler
Cassidy Adler
David Keith
Introducing:
Jaxson Jackson as 'Torture'
Eddie Lacy as 'Billy'
Inspired by soon to be true events.
I don't actually know the legality of using official Action Wrestling footage in this project but I think it's alright; please don't sue
We cut to poorly shot cell-phone footage of the Adler twins' entrance during the December 2nd episode of Clash as a
"Like all major upheavals and seemingly sudden historical events, the Monday Night Massacre of 2019 did not happen in a vacuum. The seeds were planted well in advance. Two weeks in advance, to be specific, when Cassidy and Olivia Adler made their pro-wrestling debut."
Cut to a well lit living room. Cassidy Adler lounges on a couch, his feet up on the arm rest like a god damn savage. He doesn't seem to acknowledge the camera as he speaks.
"I think there were some people pissed off about that part. Olive and I weren't what you'd call established, ya feel? We didn't grind it out on the indies for half a decade before getting our big break. We didn't have things like experience, or legitimacy, or respect for the business. Did that ruffle feathers? [CROW CAWING SOUND EFFECT] yeah it did."
"Some people had it confused though," adds Olive, moments before the picture cuts back to her (this is what we in the business call a 'j cut'.) "They saw the bravado, our Youtube presence, and thought it was some stunt. That we'd get into the ring, crash harder than the Hindenburg, and dip out with our tails between our legs. Then we tee'd off on Flex Appeal."
Through the shadows, she beams.
"And they hated it."
Cut to an upscale corporate office. A slick, well-dressed man of ambiguous ethnicity sits at his desk, looking as if he'd rather be literally anywhere else. A lower third graphic appears introducing the man: 'Torture'. Sure, Jan.
"To be honest, I wasn't sure what we had with the Adler twins when they first hit AW's radar. They were just this pair of adderall railing zoomers who made dumb Youtube videos and got banned from Twitter like three times for harassing guys with truck avatars. Then they started this whole social media campaign trying to get our attention. Total greenhorns shooting for the top of the food chain; can't say I wasn't a little impressed by the audacity of the whole thing."
'Torture' shrugs.
"I gave them a shot. Didn't think they'd do anything with it."
David Keith takes us back to the narration as we cut from 'Torture's' office to the same shoddily-recorded cell phone footage of the Adler twins celebrating after their slumping of Flex Appeal. Roars of disapproval underscore David's voiceover.
"That seemed to be the theme. Dismissal, a lack of faith, followed by completely subverted expectations. The San Antonio crowd didn't hide their displeasure about it either, leading to a moment likely to define much of the Adler's young wrestling career for years to come."
Cut to an establishing shot of a Golden Corral.
Cut again to a booth at the Golden Corral, where former NFL running back Eddie Lacy is finishing off plate number
"Those two was headin' up the ramp when the control room switched to commercial. Some drunk, unprestigious ass fan must've said somethin' that the chick, Cassidy—"
"Olive," says Olive from off-screen.
"No thanks, hate olives."
"No, Olive's the girl. I'm Olive."
'Billy' looks off-screen, incredulous. "You mean the other one ain't a girl too?"
"Cassidy isn't a girl, no."
"And you're sure about that?"
"Pretty confident."
'Billy' shrugs. "Well, anyway, whatever the guy said must've pissed Olive off somethin' fierce because next thing anyone knows she's charging over to him and she just yells, and I mean she screamed it."
Cut to grainy cell-phone footage. Olive, red in the face, shouts at some unidentified member of the audience: "LICK IT UP, LOSER! CHOKE ON MY DICK!"
Cut back to 'Billy'.
"It was like, shit fire."
"Shitfire."
"That's what I said."
"No it's all in how you say it."
He rolls his eyes. "Shit fire."
"You're saying it wrong."
"That's stupid."
"Just repeat after me, shitfire."
"Shitfire?"
"There you go!"
"It literally doesn't sound different at all. Can I get back to my meal?"
Cut back to Olive, seated at the table.
"Looking back, that was probably why we wound up facing the Party Bros in the first place. We dropped a team that could've been contenders and then get stuck with those two? We should have been going for the straps! Definitely a punishment for my little faux pas. Should I have apologized? Probably."
"Whatever the reason, the Adlers found themselves booked against the Party Bros two weeks later, on an episode of Monday Night Clash that should have been remembered for hosting the AW 2019 Award Ceremony. Instead, it would be remembered for a much more tragic reason."
"Because we beat their brains in." Cut back to Cass (this is still a 'j cut'). "Like, even harder than we could've imagined. It was a [CROW CAWING SOUND EFFECT] mess."
Cut to an 'artist's rendering' of the Party Bros' appearance post-match. In this case, said artist's rendering is a series of poorly photoshopped images of the Party Bros with severe injuries; the most noteworthy being half of Kev Dudebro's face placed over the now-infamous image of Alistair Overreem's destroyed lip.
"I don't really know what came over us. All I remember about the incident is right before the match started, I just looked across the ring and saw them standing there. And for a second, all I could focus on was 'is this what they think of us'? They being, well take your pick why don't you? The promoters, the fans, the jealous losers in the back, everyone. Did they see us as a joke team to throw out against the likes of those neanderthals? Those one trick pony, stale before they even hit the shelves, losers? Are they hoping we take them lightly, play down to the competition, and get stunned like Flex Appeal did against us?
"And in that moment, I vowed to make them regret that decision. I think they got the hint."
Cut to Cass, now standing up, shit eating grin on his face.
"I guess at the end of the day, it was simple: we had to do it to 'em. Easy as that. Could've been anyone who caught that smoke. Will be anyone.
"Oh, and uh, don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe."
Fade to the end credits, which are just the same as the opening credits.