Post by the outliers on Sept 27, 2016 14:17:15 GMT
VENICE CALIFORNIA
Beneath tufty clouds of wizard-white, as palm trees sway in lockstep with the wind and waves, lies one of California's most eclectic and vibrant locales, Venice Beach. Closely following the lead of a filthy-ass gull scurrying over the scorching sand like little gilded splinters or fire that holds still, right into the sprawling oceanside skatepark; a concrete behemoth known simply as, the breeding ground.
Contrary to popular belief, the crowd is mostly friendly. There are a range of people from young teens to dads with their kids. There wasn’t any “localism” and everyone seemed intent on having a good time and staying safe.
The skatepark attracts plenty of curious onlookers strolling along the adjacent Venice Beach Boardwalk. The pier is "littered" with all manner of remarkable oddities, riffraff and all around general weirdos; a crazy mix of hobos, jugglers, mimes, human statues and musicians(?) -- a drunk man with a synthesizer rolling his face slowly back and forth across the keys.
The dregs. The discarded, forgotten, forsaken ones whose future has left them behind.
Corrupts drops into the bowl and powers into the old-school, monster snake run like he was riding a bullet. Gliding on silent spinning wheels in an endless search for Nirvana itself, over undulating concrete hips and lips with the mighty Pacific crashing behind him.
At the far edge of the pit, Sawtooth tugs at the neck of his already stretched out, tattered t-shirt in response to the West Coast heat. With his legs hanging over the lip of the bowl, he unsheathes a GoPro from his fanny pack and turns it on Corrupts.
Grin: HWC goin' HAM! Who the fuck are you tryin' to impress?.. What? Was that a smile? I know you heard--
At that moment, Corrupts rushes up the wall and 5-0's the coping as Sawtooth scrambles to roll out of the way, narrowly avoiding being rundown by his compadre who sails past throwing out an emphatic middle finger.
Grin: Aww, the worm in your heart is the apple of my eye..
HWC continues circling the pit.
Grin: Definitely a unique experience skating a park on a 70-degree day next to the beach with dolphins swimming by, surrounded by street performers.. You really can’t find this anywhere else...
Corrupts doubles back towards Grin, drifting along the curved banks of the bowl, pumping his legs to build up speed, then launches above its edge and pauses with a Blunt stall.
"Krrrrrrrr, snap!...
HWC: Good Vibrations..
He effortlessly ollies out and rides away Fakie.
...Crack! Krrrrrrrr"
Grin: Ooo, Blunt to Fakie! No longer restricted to you and your friends passing counter clockwise.. Speaking of blunts, FIRE IN THE HOLE!
Sawtooth pans the handheld toward a group of spectators gathered in a circle on the plaza. From body to body they were so tight it was almost impossible to see what was going on inside, but the smoke that hovered over their heads gave it all away.
Grin: Smells like Double G...
Jerking over to a vintage boombox blaring "California Über Alles" then quickly back to his partner perched on the coping next to him with a stylish Bean Plant.
Corrupts: And sounds like Dead Kennedys!
He drops back in for one last pass before popping out. Exhausted, he pulls up his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face and sits down on his board for a breather.
Grin: That was a healthy sesh.
HWC: Yeah, I needed that. After the UZ fundraiser and going home to the situation in Chicago, it's a gift to come out here.. Decompress, recenter,take a few slams, taco a few rails and let the world just melt away for awhile.
With a wry smile, he slips on a well-worn pair of "Slay-Ban" sunglasses.
HWC: But.. knock me down, I'll just come back runnin'...
Grin nods in total agreement.
HWC(surging with excitement): Taco fuckin' Tuesday, though. Can't wait.. Pure bloodshed theater, just what the corrupter ordered. By the way, what's up with Spacecase? Are we meeting up in L.A.?
Sawtooth speaks in measured tones, watching skaters zip by in a constant stream.
Grin: I reckon so... I think the guy got held up somewhere in New Mexico, some incident.. That was the last I heard.. Certainly unpredictable, but he'd never miss a fight.. He'll be there.
HWC: I don't doubt it. He signed with GOL for this bout specifically, yeah?
Grin: Correct.. Much like yourself.
HWC: Technically not my first appearance but now it's official.
Grin: Trust me, I remember. I don't know how many times I've seen you naked but now a good portion of Tijuana has too. Then you told the whole world on Twitter..
HWC: Proudly.. I wanted to go to the rooftops and scream, 'I love my best friend Sawtooth!' I mean, why can't we say that more often.. I'm not embarrassed, I want the world to know. What did you expect?! I was running on pure adrenaline after you won Gods of War so I literally went apeshit, crashed Dragon's production truck party and swung naked from a stray cable hanging from the ceiling.
His pint-sized partner pulls out his phone and rifles through Twitter, then raises his head smiling.
Grin: #DingusKong!
HWC: It's OK to be shocked, repulsed, or offended..Life can be that way. But in the immortal words of ODB, "Baby, I like it RAW!'
Continuing with a shrug.
HWC: Like I said, it's how I get down..to my birthday suit! Besides, you know you love it.. my little mohawked ragamuffin. All or nothing.. from fights to friendships and everything in between.. We're ride or die.
Grin: All or nothing is right and that includes the specifics of your genitalia.. which, thankfully, everyone is well acquainted with at this point. I gotcha. There was definitely a lot of love in the air.
The two chuckle at one another.
Grin: On the other hand, I'm not sure if there's any love lost between Jack Levy and I.. He's a young, strong kid and time is on his side.. hopefully he's not too salty after Eternal Lucha. With a match that unpredictable, it could have been any one-er, EIGHT of us that walked away with Pandora's Box.
Corrupts: NOO.. Not North Side Jack! He's chill. Although, it could make for a more interesting contest. Either way it's gonna be an epic death match. The Outliers plan to spread the LOVE--the Level Of ViolencE that is. Just kidding, we'll be very gentle and if anybody gets hurt I'll give you a kiss on the lips later.
Hewhocorrupts reaches behind his back and pulls out a custom Lucha mask stashed in his waistband.
For dramatic effect, he slowly slides it over his head and like a werewolf under the full moon, shifts into his alter ego...
Carnage Asada: If you know who I am, then you know I'm the hungriest Luchador in all of wrestling--CARNAGE ASADA! Pleasure to MEAT you.
Sawtooth: And so it begins..
Grin fixes the GoPro right on his tag mate and buckles up.
Carnage Asada: Every Tuesday, when the tacos are free and the moon is full, I am born into this form--The Famished Incarnation. For days I've traveled west, leaving a trail of hollowed Changas in my ravenous wake.
Sawtooth(From behind the cam): Ferocious appetite, he literally devours everything in his path; we're starting to run out of money...I'm considering cat food.
Carnage Asada: I don't have MUSHROOM for bullshit, so let me BEEF FRANK with you.. I will never grow old, and never die.. But I must FEED. And if I must.. I will feast upon the bones of the meek, the marrow of my enemies.
Grin: Snack time.. FEED THE BEAST! FEED THE BEAST!
Asada bursts into song.
Carnage Asada: Scent and a sound.. I'm lost and I'm found.. And I'm hungry like the wolf!
They both spontaneously start dancing as a small crowd gathers round.
Carnage Asada(speaking to the few people herding near them): Don't mind us, we're actually just a PEAR of idiots.. if you're annoyed just TUNA out! Preciatecha.
Carnage Asada: Just remember to live life to the FULLEST.. LETTUCE leave you with at that.
Grin: And with a corn tortilla..that's a WRAP!
One world. Two friends. Four wheels and no boundaries: LA Awaits..
THE OUTLIERS FAMILY HOME VIDEO
Late Summer/Early Fall 2016
Edited for time but never content.
The scene opens on the Santa Monica Pier. The iconic entrance to the boardwalk can be seen in the distance welcoming all for some good, old-fashioned family fun.
The sky is dotted with a few candy-floss clouds, seagulls swoop down to scavenge chips under the late summer sun. Lines of children snake away from each ride, eager eyes, impatient feet, ready smiles. A discordant medley of summer sounds: the train track thud-thud of stroller wheels over the wooden planks, the cheery plodding melodies played out of crackly old speakers from each ride, yelps and screams. The siren song of arcade cabs buzzing near the bumper cars. Railings splattered with birdshit. Reminiscent of the Santa Carla boardwalk from The Lost Boys sans the saxophones and all the damn vampires.. Well, mostly..
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A quote hangs on the screen:
"Everything was there and around us. We knew exactly who we were and exactly where we were going. It was grand." - The Writer, Stand By Me
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Next comes a montage set to the rich, soulful musical stylings of Anita Baker's "You Bring Me Joy".
Zooming in on the picturesque shoreline. Waves rhythmically ebb and flow against the brim of the beach. A closeup on Hewhocorrupts sleeping peacefully. As the camera gently pulls back, it shows him buried in sand up to his neck! As the camera cranes back a little more, it reveals none other than, Sawtooth Grin, who is hard at work putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece--Hewhocorrupts adorned with a perfectly sculpted pair of sand dune boobies and a big, veiny, triumphant bastard with sea shell balls. The kicker: a trench dug in the sand from the tip of the dick all the way up to Corrupt's mouth. A final shot shows Grin filling the moat with water, laughing maniacally as he enjoys the fruit of his labor.
Shivering static scrolls down the screen. The lens struggles to focus and the image blurs with chromatic distortion causing red, green and blue to appear around the borders.
When the last adventure gets old and cold, they need the buzz of the new, the thrill of the unknown--to seek new answers that push their limits. The Outliers attempt to tame the wild cosmos with a whisper. Enticed by the allure of a new adventure, Hewhocorrupts and Sawtooth ride a candy apple red tandem bike bewteen boardwalks. Grin rings the bell and Corrupts honks the horn as they casually ride by and out of frame. There's always something gleaming ahead.
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The scene rejoins The Outliers sitting down for a snack at one of the many pubs along the Santa Monica Pier. Hewhocorrupts stands up from his bar stool and walks to the bathroom, just as the burgers arrive at the counter. While Corrupts freshens up, Grin takes the liberty of dousing his bacon cheeseburger with crispy, deep-fried jalapeno rings with a L I T T L E bit of extra hot sauce. HWC sits back down and just takes off eating like a locust and eventually inhales the burger like he's fucking Kirby.
Corrupts: So where are we going next year for vacation?!
Sawtooth: Why don't ya eat up and I'll tell ya...
Corrupts: Oh fuck, what did you do to me this time!
Sawtooth: How's that habanero hot sauce buddy? More tingly than hot huh?
It's as if those very words trigger a violent and hilarious reaction to the massive amount of pure hell he swallowed. Just then, HWC bolts from the bar, races up to the goldfish toss, lays down five bucks and chugs the the whole bowl...including the goldfish. Corrupts pats the guy on his back and erupts with a smart fart that took the elevator up.
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The shot picks up with The Outliers playing a little game of air hockey in the Playland Arcade. After a few goals, some random jerkwad comes up and grabs Grin's mohawk mullet. B I G mistake. For his stupidity, Sawtooth calmly gets control of his arm and slams the asshole's face(which also looks like an asshole) down on the table. Pausing to create a slow boil of tension, Corrupts waits. Then, without hesitation shoots a puck down his throat. The pair laugh like hyenas as a few bloody teeth ooze from his mouth and hover on the air hockey table.
The Outliers(Still just laughing their fuckin' heads off): GAME ON!
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The sequence opens with a shot of Hewhocorrupts evaluating the structural integrity of the ladder to the dunk tank.
Corrupts: You gotta get this welded better in the corners!
The camera zooms out showing him climb the ladder in swimming goggles, animal balloon arm floaties and a homemade cotton candy speedo. Corrupts sits down atop the tank filled with water that smells like its been used to boil hotdogs. Sawtooth Grin steps up to the plate... He sets, then sets, then sets again. And... The pitch!
Crack!
Splash!
When Hewhocorrupts plunges into the dunk tank, his cotton candy speedo immediately dissolves in the water. A woman standing nearby swiftly shields her daughter's eyes as she starts to cry. People are visibly shaken up. The woman still can't summon the incident in her mind without panic spreading in her like laughter in a crowd. She knew she'd brushed against true madness that day because it was huge and blunt and screaming...
Grin: There is no exquisite beauty…without some strangeness in the proportion. #DingusKong!
Corrupts(With his junk pressed up against the glass): Dudes gotta cannon! Nice throw Grin! Can I pick out the prize?!
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Walking was no longer an option. Instead they boogie, skip, jog, hop and wiggle their way across the boardwalk until they reach the solar-powered Ferris Wheel. They stop dead in their tracks, turn, face each other, then gaze up in wonderment. The camera tilts up at the same time as The Outliers shift their sights to the next adventure.
Bright lights, tall buildings, crowds of people and billboard signs encompass the line of sight as the Ferris Wheel rolls to its highest point. One cannot fail to notice the romance in the air and the sweet butterfly kisses of past and present lovers who had spent a memorable day on the ride. The salty sea air fills their lungs as they share a giant sno-cone.
Corrupts: Holy FUCK! IS THAT A UFO!
Grin: WHAT?! WHERE?!
Hewhocorrupts jostles a bottle of Ipecac out of his pocket while Grin's back is turned and squeezes a few drops into the sno-cone before he notices.
Corrupts: False alarm, probably just the grody toadstools.
Sawtooth spins back around.
Grin: Speaking of boom digs, I could use a pick me up.. Even my keel.. Pass those back over here potnah!
Corrupts: Yeah, let's keep it CHILL! Hey, let's say we have some more of this sno-cone first, they'll go down easier that way.
Grin: Sounds COOL..
Sawtooth Grin spends some time eating the sno-cone and taking in the skyline.
Grin(Leaning back against the seat.): Oh man, this is-er.. this is alrig--
Sawtooth chucks his head over the side of the car and a cascade of neon puke rains down on the bystanders below.
Corrupts(Stretching over the edge of the car, squealing like a kettle): DON'T WORRY EVERYONE! FUCKIN' UFOs, PROBABLY JUST SOME STAR JELLY. Smells really bad, too.. Like you should get that checked out, there might be something medically wrong with you.
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Sunset is truly the main event. The sky broke like an egg into full sunset across the horizon and the water caught fire. By the end of this magical day, it only seems right to see The Outliers walking side by side along the coast. A serene, slow-motion sequence of Sawtooth Grin and Hewhocorrupts splashing each other at the water's edge as night descends. Out of nowhere, sirens abruptly break the silence. The Outliers look right at each other, then behind at the police lights. As they look back at the miles of beach stretched out between them, the team wastes no time and books it in a hurry.
Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning.
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"I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?"
- The Writer, Stand By Me