Post by The Lockwood Party on Feb 16, 2015 21:22:44 GMT -5
LIVE FROM OCW HQ..
Smith lays in pain after being tossed out a window by Jack Lockwood. Demands were not met so the party rages on. Outside of OCW HQ, Police are on the scene, but there doesn't seem to be much they can do, or perhaps they just don't want to. Broken glass litters the pavement and punks mill about, partaking in the festivities. There are about 40 outside the building. They continue to block the entrance and stoke the fires for warmth, preparing for a long night ahead. They drink 40's and smash every single bottle.
Inside the main foyer, 40 strong dance and slam into each other violently as there is now a band playing very loudly. A la Sid Vicious, the lead singer cuts his stomach open with a piece of glass and begins spitting into the crowd, whipping them into a frenzy. All of the framed OCW PPV posters that once lined the walls are now in pieces. Riot Grrrls dance on what was once the reception desk. They continue to mosh as we cut to The Lockwoods and friends, Who still occupy Dean's office.
The office is trashed. A big "LP" has been carved into Dean's expensive desk. A thick cloud of smoke still hangs in the air. Jack speaks as Tom spray paints a masterpiece on the wall.. It's crudely done, but it's clearly a portrait of Dean, with tits and a big old bush between his legs.
" Hey Dean, like what we've done with the place? It's starting to feel a lot like home. This party rages until we get what we want, or cops drag us out, and from the looks of things, They have no control over the situation.. All on you pecker head... I'm offended Dean, That you'd send Smith, Instead of handling this yourself. Your offer was insulting.. Thats why little bitch boy got tossed out a window. Fuck your 30% off dude. Fuck your invite.. That shit aint' gonna fly bossman. Guarenteed Money, Instant title shot. That's what we want and that is what your gonna give us. You are in no position to negotiate here.. Who else you got big man? Do what you know you need to do Dean, and this chaos that sorrounds us right now goes away, and we continue as employer/employee.. Until than, Aint' No party like a Lockwood Party and The L Lockwood Party won't stop..."
Jack laughs and lights a fresh smoke, stomping a butt out on the now filthy carpet. The camera fades as punk rock is heard from the foyer and they laugh at the Dean portrait, While smoking a joint.
Smith lays in pain after being tossed out a window by Jack Lockwood. Demands were not met so the party rages on. Outside of OCW HQ, Police are on the scene, but there doesn't seem to be much they can do, or perhaps they just don't want to. Broken glass litters the pavement and punks mill about, partaking in the festivities. There are about 40 outside the building. They continue to block the entrance and stoke the fires for warmth, preparing for a long night ahead. They drink 40's and smash every single bottle.
Inside the main foyer, 40 strong dance and slam into each other violently as there is now a band playing very loudly. A la Sid Vicious, the lead singer cuts his stomach open with a piece of glass and begins spitting into the crowd, whipping them into a frenzy. All of the framed OCW PPV posters that once lined the walls are now in pieces. Riot Grrrls dance on what was once the reception desk. They continue to mosh as we cut to The Lockwoods and friends, Who still occupy Dean's office.
The office is trashed. A big "LP" has been carved into Dean's expensive desk. A thick cloud of smoke still hangs in the air. Jack speaks as Tom spray paints a masterpiece on the wall.. It's crudely done, but it's clearly a portrait of Dean, with tits and a big old bush between his legs.
" Hey Dean, like what we've done with the place? It's starting to feel a lot like home. This party rages until we get what we want, or cops drag us out, and from the looks of things, They have no control over the situation.. All on you pecker head... I'm offended Dean, That you'd send Smith, Instead of handling this yourself. Your offer was insulting.. Thats why little bitch boy got tossed out a window. Fuck your 30% off dude. Fuck your invite.. That shit aint' gonna fly bossman. Guarenteed Money, Instant title shot. That's what we want and that is what your gonna give us. You are in no position to negotiate here.. Who else you got big man? Do what you know you need to do Dean, and this chaos that sorrounds us right now goes away, and we continue as employer/employee.. Until than, Aint' No party like a Lockwood Party and The L Lockwood Party won't stop..."
Jack laughs and lights a fresh smoke, stomping a butt out on the now filthy carpet. The camera fades as punk rock is heard from the foyer and they laugh at the Dean portrait, While smoking a joint.