Post by Twiztid Insane on Feb 13, 2021 22:24:21 GMT -5
The scene opens up in Twiztids apartment, we can see plenty of empty beer cans and Faygo bottles scattered around the place, we can see Twiztid sat in a chair with his head in his hands as D stands in front of him, searching through his fridge.
TWIZTID INSANE: I fuckin failed him, D. His perfect record is down the fuckin drain because of me. I lost focus. I took my eyes away from the prize. Petey and Doc ain’t gonna be happy with me. Fuck, man.
D: Hey man, it ain’t your fault.
Twiztid lifts his head and looks at his best friend.
TWIZTID INSANE: Except it is D. I lost focus. I gave him a loss next to his record cause I wasn’t focused on the end goal. This is-
D: Just a misstep on what has been an absolute killer run from you two. It’s okay, homie.
Twiztid gets out of the chair he was sitting in and goes to the door.
TWIZTID INSANE: Except, D. What you don’t understand is that I’m probably gonna get shreds torn off me for failing Der Metzger and Devil’s Gate.
D: Well if we’re on the subject of shit the other person doesn't understand. We got taken off the air cause of your bullshit last week. We have no more funding, all we got is the studio cause we paid for it for a year. So we’ll have to do it by ourselves.
TWIZTID INSANE: Jesus fuck, D. Is that really all you care about? That stupid fucking internet show? You know what? Fuck this. I’m out.
Twiztid opens the door and walks out, D tries to call out to him.
D: CHARLIE! What the fuck, yo? This is your fucking apartment, my guy! CHARLIE!
“Yes Charlie… you’re finally realising you’re weak. You’re realising that you need me… you’re realising that without me, Charlie… you’re a failure. You're not worthy of their approval… you’re a monster. They don’t know what you TRULY are... I do... you'll have to tell them at some point, Charlie. Because their blood is on your hands.
3 HOURS LATER
TWIZTID INSANE: Give me another.
The setting is now inside of a local bar/pub. Twiztid is clearly already blitzed, but the bartender can't say no to the money that Twiztid keeps handing him.
? ? ?: What's the matter, Charlie? Trying to drown your problems with booze?
Charlie sighs and looks to his right, seeing the same figure we saw last week.
TWIZTID INSANE: What do you want.
? ? ?: I just want to come to you and confront you. You're trying to drown me out with your alcoholism. You're trying to make me weak. You're trying to cut me out.
TWIZTID INSANE: And what if I was.
? ? ?: Then I'd call you a fool.
Twiztid just sighs and looks around the bar, before the bartender comes over and gives him another drink which he quickly downs before throwing the money on the counter that he owed, and walked out of the place. He throws his hood up and puts his hands in his pocket.
? ? ?: Why are you trying to run away, Charlie. Why don't you want to face your demons? Why don't you turn to me once again. You need me.
TWIZTID INSANE: I don't need shit. Especially not from you.
? ? ?: See. Attitude like that is why you need me. You act like you're better than me... you act like you're ABOVE me. When you're not.
Charlie tries his best to drown the voice out, but it's getting more and more difficult.
? ? ?: You need to listen to me, Charlie. You don't need D. What's he even done for you? He's supposed to be your manager and he hasn't even been at ringside for one of your matches. He's making you weak. Just like he made you turn your back on your friends when you broke your leg. He blamed your friend, Charlie. He blamed Mattie, he blamed his own flesh and blood to try and suck up to you. D is a leech, Charlie. D is-
TWIZTID INSANE: D is my best friend. D is my homie. D is family to me... because I have none left.
? ? ?: Because you killed them.
TWIZTID INSANE: Excuse me?
Charlie turned around to face the voice.
? ? ?: Their blood is on your hands, Charlie. As I told you last week you must face the truth one of these days.
TWIZTID INSANE: It ain't my fault. You know that, I know that. It wasn't... my... fault.
? ? ?: You keep telling yourself that, Charlie. But we both know the truth... we both know that.
Charlie just says nothing, he turns around and walks off away from the voice, walking into the night.
"Why... why won't he listen to me. I speak only the truth. I speak what he needs to hear... I only need him to understand... I don't want to bring him pain... I want to show him that the path he is travelling down isn't the path for him... he needs to hear me... he needs to listen to me. He can't survive out there in the world without my guidance."
TWIZTID INSANE: Fucking hell. I thought I knew where I was.
Twiztid is walking around the streets, trying to find his way back to his place when from behind he hears a familiar voice.
D: YO CHARLIE!
He turns to see D running towards him, as he reaches Charlie he bends over, clearly out of breath from running at him.
TWIZTID INSANE: Jesus fuck, D. Where have you been?
D: Where the fuck have I been? Where the fuck have YOU been, homie? Your match announcement has come in, you've got Odin Balfore, the guy that took out Der Metzger at the end of your match which distracked you and cost yous the tag match.
TWIZTID INSANE: You sure?
D: You got the call an hour ago.
TWIZTID INSANE: Aight, easy. Let's get goin... I got a promo to cut.
With that, Charlie puts his arm around his best friend so he doesn't fall over, and they both walk of towards Twiztid Apartment.
"No... NO! WHY IS HE GOING BACK TO HIM!? WHY IS HE TRUSTING THAT SNAKE IN THE GARDEN! This... this isn't part of the plan. I need to make him see that this isn't the path he needs to take... I need him to see that listening to me... listening to the only person that's been by his side all along is the way... Charlie will accept me back into his life... just you wait and see."
"GATHER ROUND JUGGALOS AND JUGGALETTES FOR THE GREATEST SHOW IN TOWN! This message is brought to you by Devil's Gate, and our ringleader has taken time out of his day so you can see this message... so now... please allow me to introduce to you, THE CLOWN PRINCE... TWIZTID... IN... SANEEEEEE!"
As the introduction finishes cameras fade in to a makeshift news room where we can see a man sat in an office chair, the man spins around to show us that it is indeed the Juggalo face painted, suit wearing, backyard legend, Twiztid Insane.
TWIZTID INSANE: Whoop Whoop Muthafuckos and Muthafuckettes. It's ya muthafuckin boy Twiztid Insane back at you with a short little video today. Unfortunately, as you may have heard. We no longer have a TV slot after an incident last week. But now we have proper full creative control over anything we put out. So that's a positive in my books. So what I'm bringin' to you today is a special episode of "Talk Shit, Get Hit" against my opponent for next weeks Clash, Odin Balfore.
The audio in the background boo when he says that name, to which Twiztid smirks.
TWIZTID INSANE: That's the same reaction anyone has when they hear his name, anyone from his Mom, to his girl, if he has one that is. To the fans in AW, hell, even to the management in AW. This guy is just not liked. So I've just gotta come in with straight fire this week and kick his fuckin ass on Clash. Make up for my failure last week. This dude Odin's been around for ages now, he's a former World Champion, former United States Champion, that is before my boy Der Metzger kicked his ass and took that belt from him. Now that I'm thinking about it, homies old as FUCK. Like older than Dino Dick old. His bones will probably turn to dust inside the ring. I like to claim I'm old, but fuckin hell. I'm only in my mid thirties. "The Nordic Tank" is boutta come across some serious mechanical issues in the ring against me. I'm not the quickest of guys but I'll run fuckin circles around this geezer. You want the smoke, Odin? I'll fuckin bring it to you and on the 15th I'll show the whole fuckin world that I am what I once was. A dangerous fuckin' man with a point to prove. Cause if I can't an old vet like yourself then what the fuck am I doing here. On the 15th the entire world is gonna watch The Clown Prince topple the World Breaker. David versus Goliath style. Bring your best, old man. Cause you're gonna have to bring it all to put me down.
Twiztid then gets up from the chair and walks out of frame, and for the first time in two weeks... the last thing you see on the screen is the JTV logo.
3 HOURS LATER
TWIZTID INSANE: Give me another.
The setting is now inside of a local bar/pub. Twiztid is clearly already blitzed, but the bartender can't say no to the money that Twiztid keeps handing him.
? ? ?: What's the matter, Charlie? Trying to drown your problems with booze?
Charlie sighs and looks to his right, seeing the same figure we saw last week.
TWIZTID INSANE: What do you want.
? ? ?: I just want to come to you and confront you. You're trying to drown me out with your alcoholism. You're trying to make me weak. You're trying to cut me out.
TWIZTID INSANE: And what if I was.
? ? ?: Then I'd call you a fool.
Twiztid just sighs and looks around the bar, before the bartender comes over and gives him another drink which he quickly downs before throwing the money on the counter that he owed, and walked out of the place. He throws his hood up and puts his hands in his pocket.
? ? ?: Why are you trying to run away, Charlie. Why don't you want to face your demons? Why don't you turn to me once again. You need me.
TWIZTID INSANE: I don't need shit. Especially not from you.
? ? ?: See. Attitude like that is why you need me. You act like you're better than me... you act like you're ABOVE me. When you're not.
Charlie tries his best to drown the voice out, but it's getting more and more difficult.
? ? ?: You need to listen to me, Charlie. You don't need D. What's he even done for you? He's supposed to be your manager and he hasn't even been at ringside for one of your matches. He's making you weak. Just like he made you turn your back on your friends when you broke your leg. He blamed your friend, Charlie. He blamed Mattie, he blamed his own flesh and blood to try and suck up to you. D is a leech, Charlie. D is-
TWIZTID INSANE: D is my best friend. D is my homie. D is family to me... because I have none left.
? ? ?: Because you killed them.
TWIZTID INSANE: Excuse me?
Charlie turned around to face the voice.
? ? ?: Their blood is on your hands, Charlie. As I told you last week you must face the truth one of these days.
TWIZTID INSANE: It ain't my fault. You know that, I know that. It wasn't... my... fault.
? ? ?: You keep telling yourself that, Charlie. But we both know the truth... we both know that.
Charlie just says nothing, he turns around and walks off away from the voice, walking into the night.
"Why... why won't he listen to me. I speak only the truth. I speak what he needs to hear... I only need him to understand... I don't want to bring him pain... I want to show him that the path he is travelling down isn't the path for him... he needs to hear me... he needs to listen to me. He can't survive out there in the world without my guidance."
TWIZTID INSANE: Fucking hell. I thought I knew where I was.
Twiztid is walking around the streets, trying to find his way back to his place when from behind he hears a familiar voice.
D: YO CHARLIE!
He turns to see D running towards him, as he reaches Charlie he bends over, clearly out of breath from running at him.
TWIZTID INSANE: Jesus fuck, D. Where have you been?
D: Where the fuck have I been? Where the fuck have YOU been, homie? Your match announcement has come in, you've got Odin Balfore, the guy that took out Der Metzger at the end of your match which distracked you and cost yous the tag match.
TWIZTID INSANE: You sure?
D: You got the call an hour ago.
TWIZTID INSANE: Aight, easy. Let's get goin... I got a promo to cut.
With that, Charlie puts his arm around his best friend so he doesn't fall over, and they both walk of towards Twiztid Apartment.
"No... NO! WHY IS HE GOING BACK TO HIM!? WHY IS HE TRUSTING THAT SNAKE IN THE GARDEN! This... this isn't part of the plan. I need to make him see that this isn't the path he needs to take... I need him to see that listening to me... listening to the only person that's been by his side all along is the way... Charlie will accept me back into his life... just you wait and see."
"GATHER ROUND JUGGALOS AND JUGGALETTES FOR THE GREATEST SHOW IN TOWN! This message is brought to you by Devil's Gate, and our ringleader has taken time out of his day so you can see this message... so now... please allow me to introduce to you, THE CLOWN PRINCE... TWIZTID... IN... SANEEEEEE!"
As the introduction finishes cameras fade in to a makeshift news room where we can see a man sat in an office chair, the man spins around to show us that it is indeed the Juggalo face painted, suit wearing, backyard legend, Twiztid Insane.
TWIZTID INSANE: Whoop Whoop Muthafuckos and Muthafuckettes. It's ya muthafuckin boy Twiztid Insane back at you with a short little video today. Unfortunately, as you may have heard. We no longer have a TV slot after an incident last week. But now we have proper full creative control over anything we put out. So that's a positive in my books. So what I'm bringin' to you today is a special episode of "Talk Shit, Get Hit" against my opponent for next weeks Clash, Odin Balfore.
The audio in the background boo when he says that name, to which Twiztid smirks.
TWIZTID INSANE: That's the same reaction anyone has when they hear his name, anyone from his Mom, to his girl, if he has one that is. To the fans in AW, hell, even to the management in AW. This guy is just not liked. So I've just gotta come in with straight fire this week and kick his fuckin ass on Clash. Make up for my failure last week. This dude Odin's been around for ages now, he's a former World Champion, former United States Champion, that is before my boy Der Metzger kicked his ass and took that belt from him. Now that I'm thinking about it, homies old as FUCK. Like older than Dino Dick old. His bones will probably turn to dust inside the ring. I like to claim I'm old, but fuckin hell. I'm only in my mid thirties. "The Nordic Tank" is boutta come across some serious mechanical issues in the ring against me. I'm not the quickest of guys but I'll run fuckin circles around this geezer. You want the smoke, Odin? I'll fuckin bring it to you and on the 15th I'll show the whole fuckin world that I am what I once was. A dangerous fuckin' man with a point to prove. Cause if I can't an old vet like yourself then what the fuck am I doing here. On the 15th the entire world is gonna watch The Clown Prince topple the World Breaker. David versus Goliath style. Bring your best, old man. Cause you're gonna have to bring it all to put me down.
Twiztid then gets up from the chair and walks out of frame, and for the first time in two weeks... the last thing you see on the screen is the JTV logo.