Post by Zevon on Jul 12, 2007 12:14:26 GMT -6
Zach Moore is quietly stalking through a dimly lit area.
Zach Moore: Backstage at the New Alahambra Center, we are about four hours removed from the Red, White, and Bruised DVD taping. I just received word that JR Zevon is still in the building. This is not unusual, as Zevon is usually among the first to arrive and the last to leave so that he can avoid as many people as possible. He usually comes to the building already dressed to compete, brining only a lawn chair in with him. Word from backstage is immediately after his match a dazed Zevon wandered into the basement and has yet to reemerge.
Moore rounds a corner where we see the silhouette of a man sitting in a lawn chair. Nearby a lone light bulb hanging from the ceiling is flashing. Moore quickly analyzes the scene and decides it best to further scout the situation. A mumbling is heard, and the sound guy focuses in.
Zevon: He stoles it he did. Three months and he waltzes in and steals it!
Innocent Zevon: Maybe we should have been better prepared.
Evil Zevon: Poppycock! He stoles it he did. Slimy little bastard stoles it. We was ready.
Innocent Zevon: Maybe John Anthony was more ready.
Evil Zevon (mocking): John Anthony… John Anthony… John Anthony… Is all you go on about!
Innocent Zevon: But he is good.
Evil Zevon: We are better! We have always been better! We will always be better!
Innocent Zevon: But he defeated us he did.
Evil Zevon: BLASHPEMY! He stoles it! Bleeding miscreant!
Silence overtakes the eerie scene. Zach Moore is gaining ever more courage, but remains silent and hidden. After a few minutes Zevon speaks again.
Innocent Zevon: We must go forwards
Evil Zevon: Revenge will be ours!
Innocent Zevon: Oh no… we mustn’t.
Evil Zevon: We shall hunt him down… and squeeze and squeeze until he squirms no more.
Innocent Zevon: But we can’t.
Evil Zevon: We will. HE STOLES IT! He stole our precious.
Innocent Zevon: Precious.
Evil Zevon: We must.
Innocent Zevon: Revenge. Sweet, sweet vengeance.
Silence again. Zach Moore looks at the camera with wide eyes. Has Zevon been reading too much Tolkien? Or is he more of a movie buff? One thing of which he is sure: the former champ is pet coon crazy. Zach Moore puts one step forward. He is ready to go in, but is quickly frozen.
Evil Zevon: NOT LEE CASH!!
Innocent Zevon: WE WILL HAVE OUR REVENGE!!
Evil Zevon: Leave us be, NOT LEE CASH!!
Moore sulks back in fear. The camera lingers a few moments after Moore has retreated to safety. Zevon only sits and rocks slightly back and forth. After a few moments he is sound asleep. At peace for now in his llawn chair.
Zach Moore: Backstage at the New Alahambra Center, we are about four hours removed from the Red, White, and Bruised DVD taping. I just received word that JR Zevon is still in the building. This is not unusual, as Zevon is usually among the first to arrive and the last to leave so that he can avoid as many people as possible. He usually comes to the building already dressed to compete, brining only a lawn chair in with him. Word from backstage is immediately after his match a dazed Zevon wandered into the basement and has yet to reemerge.
Moore rounds a corner where we see the silhouette of a man sitting in a lawn chair. Nearby a lone light bulb hanging from the ceiling is flashing. Moore quickly analyzes the scene and decides it best to further scout the situation. A mumbling is heard, and the sound guy focuses in.
Zevon: He stoles it he did. Three months and he waltzes in and steals it!
Innocent Zevon: Maybe we should have been better prepared.
Evil Zevon: Poppycock! He stoles it he did. Slimy little bastard stoles it. We was ready.
Innocent Zevon: Maybe John Anthony was more ready.
Evil Zevon (mocking): John Anthony… John Anthony… John Anthony… Is all you go on about!
Innocent Zevon: But he is good.
Evil Zevon: We are better! We have always been better! We will always be better!
Innocent Zevon: But he defeated us he did.
Evil Zevon: BLASHPEMY! He stoles it! Bleeding miscreant!
Silence overtakes the eerie scene. Zach Moore is gaining ever more courage, but remains silent and hidden. After a few minutes Zevon speaks again.
Innocent Zevon: We must go forwards
Evil Zevon: Revenge will be ours!
Innocent Zevon: Oh no… we mustn’t.
Evil Zevon: We shall hunt him down… and squeeze and squeeze until he squirms no more.
Innocent Zevon: But we can’t.
Evil Zevon: We will. HE STOLES IT! He stole our precious.
Innocent Zevon: Precious.
Evil Zevon: We must.
Innocent Zevon: Revenge. Sweet, sweet vengeance.
Silence again. Zach Moore looks at the camera with wide eyes. Has Zevon been reading too much Tolkien? Or is he more of a movie buff? One thing of which he is sure: the former champ is pet coon crazy. Zach Moore puts one step forward. He is ready to go in, but is quickly frozen.
Evil Zevon: NOT LEE CASH!!
Innocent Zevon: WE WILL HAVE OUR REVENGE!!
Evil Zevon: Leave us be, NOT LEE CASH!!
Moore sulks back in fear. The camera lingers a few moments after Moore has retreated to safety. Zevon only sits and rocks slightly back and forth. After a few moments he is sound asleep. At peace for now in his llawn chair.
