Post by Cory Chevelle on Aug 4, 2023 17:41:58 GMT -5
UWL and Camp Silverback Presents...
"Community Service"
Episode #2
The first shot is Cory Chevelle, sitting behind a lemonade stand, with a canopy over his head. He doesn't look remotely happy or amused, and the expression on his face is that of a stone cold killer. Panning the shot around, we see a little boy and girl with a lemonade stand as well, a rival in his eyes. All day he's been watching how many people stop in at their stand and how many come to his.
"This is bullshit. I'm trying to raise money for kids with cancer and these lil assholes thought they'd set up shop right across from me. Probably Mark Storm fans..."
A lady and her husband come along...
"How much for a cup each Chevy?"
"Dollar per cup, this is a benefit for st. Judes."
"Dollar per cup? Those kids over there are selling them fifty cents per cup and it's freshly squeezed organic lemonade."
Chevelle grits his teeth, biting his tongue not to say anything too rash.
"Who the hell cares? You wanna help kids with cancer or ya wanna help those little shits get iPads or whatever.."
"They're trying to raise money to keep their home Chevy, show some respect. Their dad got laid off and left them with their mom, and they're about to be out on the street."
Chevy looks into the camera some what confused and yet surprised.
"Is it just me or do these people know way too much about them?"
He turns his attention back to the couple.
"Fu[DJ SCRATCH] THEM!"
The couple's mouth's drop and they step back looking appalled before heading across the street.
"I think we'll buy from them instead. Jesus, he really is an asshole!"
Chevy watched the couple walk over, buying lemonade and tipping the kids extra with a five..
Chevy's face turns six shades of red as he grits his teeth, and clinches his fists. He glares into the camera and shakes his head.
"Oh this is over!"
Chevelle in one swift motion leaps over his own stand and goes running across the street, and before the man and his wife can take another sip, Chevelle spears him! A slow motion shot of the his lemonade cup as it flips into the air and off over on to the asphalt street. His wife screams in horror. Chevelle springs back up on his feet and grabs her next, suplexing her through the lemonade stand. Rising back up to his feet he slowly approaches the children, like a great white stalking it's prey. In one fluent motion he backhands both kids.
Then the scene turns pitch black, and reopens to the couple just as they're leaving the children's lemonade stand. Chevy is sitting with a cold beer in his hand, no lemonade stand of his own in sight. Just a beer tent. He looks into the camera with a smile, raising his beer.
"What you all just experienced is what Mark Storm experienced during the cup, and is about to experience once again. A fantasy, played out by actors paid to read the lines, and take the falls."
"I'm not a paid actor though, Storm. And this isn't fantasy land. This is Silverback Country, BITCH!"
Fade to black
"Community Service"
Episode #2
The first shot is Cory Chevelle, sitting behind a lemonade stand, with a canopy over his head. He doesn't look remotely happy or amused, and the expression on his face is that of a stone cold killer. Panning the shot around, we see a little boy and girl with a lemonade stand as well, a rival in his eyes. All day he's been watching how many people stop in at their stand and how many come to his.
"This is bullshit. I'm trying to raise money for kids with cancer and these lil assholes thought they'd set up shop right across from me. Probably Mark Storm fans..."
A lady and her husband come along...
"How much for a cup each Chevy?"
"Dollar per cup, this is a benefit for st. Judes."
"Dollar per cup? Those kids over there are selling them fifty cents per cup and it's freshly squeezed organic lemonade."
Chevelle grits his teeth, biting his tongue not to say anything too rash.
"Who the hell cares? You wanna help kids with cancer or ya wanna help those little shits get iPads or whatever.."
"They're trying to raise money to keep their home Chevy, show some respect. Their dad got laid off and left them with their mom, and they're about to be out on the street."
Chevy looks into the camera some what confused and yet surprised.
"Is it just me or do these people know way too much about them?"
He turns his attention back to the couple.
"Fu[DJ SCRATCH] THEM!"
The couple's mouth's drop and they step back looking appalled before heading across the street.
"I think we'll buy from them instead. Jesus, he really is an asshole!"
Chevy watched the couple walk over, buying lemonade and tipping the kids extra with a five..
Chevy's face turns six shades of red as he grits his teeth, and clinches his fists. He glares into the camera and shakes his head.
"Oh this is over!"
Chevelle in one swift motion leaps over his own stand and goes running across the street, and before the man and his wife can take another sip, Chevelle spears him! A slow motion shot of the his lemonade cup as it flips into the air and off over on to the asphalt street. His wife screams in horror. Chevelle springs back up on his feet and grabs her next, suplexing her through the lemonade stand. Rising back up to his feet he slowly approaches the children, like a great white stalking it's prey. In one fluent motion he backhands both kids.
Then the scene turns pitch black, and reopens to the couple just as they're leaving the children's lemonade stand. Chevy is sitting with a cold beer in his hand, no lemonade stand of his own in sight. Just a beer tent. He looks into the camera with a smile, raising his beer.
"What you all just experienced is what Mark Storm experienced during the cup, and is about to experience once again. A fantasy, played out by actors paid to read the lines, and take the falls."
"I'm not a paid actor though, Storm. And this isn't fantasy land. This is Silverback Country, BITCH!"
Fade to black
