Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2015 5:29:29 GMT
From blackness, a voice-over:
"My name... is... MO."
Single spotlight. Mo is revealed to be a muscular man of Japanese descent. He stands in the center of a black abyss. His face is shrouded in a white and red mask.
"In Japan... they call me... Hatoita…”
Sudden zoom. Mo’s teeth fill the screen.
“...The DOVE-BITER.”
The teeth bite down. Snarling sound.
“I am not… a man… of peace.”
Mo squats in the center of the darkness. His muscles, tense. Glistening.
“I bring to you… only… WAR.”
Jump cut! Several flickering images of Mo in martial arts poses. Stop. Mo fills the screen, posing like a feral tiger.
“Kaoru Aoki… You will be first… to taste my anger.”
Jump cut! FIRE EVERYWHERE! Mo’s eyes fill the screen.
“Make peace… with life…”
Zoom on mouth. Mo is laughing madly.
“While… you still… are able.”
Fire vanishes. Back to single spotlight in the darkness. Mo stands erect, arms crossed.
“Until then… dream only… of AAAAAUGH OW ((BLEEP)) GAAAAH!!!!!”
Mo gets beaned in the head by a ladder leg. The ladder is being carried by a shirtless fat guy in a mask. Mo clutchers the back of his head.
“NYUK, DO YOU HAVE TO DO THAT RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND?!?!?!?!”
Nyuk shrugs and chews his gum. “Nah, Mo! I can wait a few seconds! SURE!”
Nyuk sets up the ladder and sits on it. He’s blocking like half the frame. Mo looks at the camera, then at Nyuk. After a second, he slaps Nyuk.
Nyuk looks offended. “What you do dat for?!”
Mo shakes his fist. “Because you’re BLOCKING MY SHOT, numb-skull! SIT OVER THERE!”
Nyuk makes grumbling sounds under his breath and pushes the ladder out of frame. Mo gets back into his cross armed serious guy pose.
“Take two… And 5… 4… 3… 2… … … Until then… Kaoru Aoki… dream only… of OWWW OW OW GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF!!!!”
A studio light has fallen on Mo. It hit him in the head and now it’s burning him. Nyuk runs back into frame, along with a curly-haired man in a mask. Both of them keep touching the hot light with their bare hands, and quickly removing them and blowing on them. Mo is still under the light, screaming.
“NYUK! FRIZZY! GET THIS ((BLEEP))((BLEEP)) CHUNK OF SATAN’S ((BLEEP)) OFF MY ((BLEEPING))((BLEEEEEEEEEP))!!!”
Frizzy runs and grabs a bucket of water. Nyuk has somehow obtained oven mitts. Nyuk is grabbing the light, when Frizzy splashes both Nyuk and Mo with water. SPARKS fly! Mo and Nyuk get electrocuted! They fall to the ground, clutching their chests!
Frizzy chews his fingers in guilt. “Uh… uh, guys?” He leans down to check on his pals. Both of them, in unison, slap Frizzy across the face.
Nyuk then turns to Mo and says, “Gee Mo, maybe you shoulda let me fix that light a few seconds ago, huh?”
“I’ll fix your lights, you ((BLEEP!))” says Mo, and then pokes Nyuk in the eyes.
Fade to black.
(final count: 497 words)
"My name... is... MO."
Single spotlight. Mo is revealed to be a muscular man of Japanese descent. He stands in the center of a black abyss. His face is shrouded in a white and red mask.
"In Japan... they call me... Hatoita…”
Sudden zoom. Mo’s teeth fill the screen.
“...The DOVE-BITER.”
The teeth bite down. Snarling sound.
“I am not… a man… of peace.”
Mo squats in the center of the darkness. His muscles, tense. Glistening.
“I bring to you… only… WAR.”
Jump cut! Several flickering images of Mo in martial arts poses. Stop. Mo fills the screen, posing like a feral tiger.
“Kaoru Aoki… You will be first… to taste my anger.”
Jump cut! FIRE EVERYWHERE! Mo’s eyes fill the screen.
“Make peace… with life…”
Zoom on mouth. Mo is laughing madly.
“While… you still… are able.”
Fire vanishes. Back to single spotlight in the darkness. Mo stands erect, arms crossed.
“Until then… dream only… of AAAAAUGH OW ((BLEEP)) GAAAAH!!!!!”
Mo gets beaned in the head by a ladder leg. The ladder is being carried by a shirtless fat guy in a mask. Mo clutchers the back of his head.
“NYUK, DO YOU HAVE TO DO THAT RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND?!?!?!?!”
Nyuk shrugs and chews his gum. “Nah, Mo! I can wait a few seconds! SURE!”
Nyuk sets up the ladder and sits on it. He’s blocking like half the frame. Mo looks at the camera, then at Nyuk. After a second, he slaps Nyuk.
Nyuk looks offended. “What you do dat for?!”
Mo shakes his fist. “Because you’re BLOCKING MY SHOT, numb-skull! SIT OVER THERE!”
Nyuk makes grumbling sounds under his breath and pushes the ladder out of frame. Mo gets back into his cross armed serious guy pose.
“Take two… And 5… 4… 3… 2… … … Until then… Kaoru Aoki… dream only… of OWWW OW OW GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF!!!!”
A studio light has fallen on Mo. It hit him in the head and now it’s burning him. Nyuk runs back into frame, along with a curly-haired man in a mask. Both of them keep touching the hot light with their bare hands, and quickly removing them and blowing on them. Mo is still under the light, screaming.
“NYUK! FRIZZY! GET THIS ((BLEEP))((BLEEP)) CHUNK OF SATAN’S ((BLEEP)) OFF MY ((BLEEPING))((BLEEEEEEEEEP))!!!”
Frizzy runs and grabs a bucket of water. Nyuk has somehow obtained oven mitts. Nyuk is grabbing the light, when Frizzy splashes both Nyuk and Mo with water. SPARKS fly! Mo and Nyuk get electrocuted! They fall to the ground, clutching their chests!
Frizzy chews his fingers in guilt. “Uh… uh, guys?” He leans down to check on his pals. Both of them, in unison, slap Frizzy across the face.
Nyuk then turns to Mo and says, “Gee Mo, maybe you shoulda let me fix that light a few seconds ago, huh?”
“I’ll fix your lights, you ((BLEEP!))” says Mo, and then pokes Nyuk in the eyes.
Fade to black.
(final count: 497 words)