Post by ★Griffin Hawkins★ on Mar 31, 2016 19:14:59 GMT -6
The scene opens with a live concert in Philly. The concert is just beginning to heat up, Griffin is on vocals with Jenny Beck of The Fire Pit, Chip Zanuff of Devilition is on bass alongside Liza Tenpenny as Devilition's Mongo is on Drums. Griffin takes the microphone.
Griffin Hawkins: This one's for Lemmy!!
Jenny is excited, happy to be playing alongside Griffin and performing one of Motorheads famous songs. The crowd cheers at the mention of the recently passed Motorhead front man. The band begins to play as the crowd begins to get into it.
Griffin Hawkins: Listen up here, I'll make it quite clear
I'm gonna put some boogie in your ear
Shake and bop, don't you stop
Cance like a maniak until you drop
I don't mind, I don't mind
I can tun a razor right up your spine
What are you waiting for
What do you think you were created for..
Jenny joins in on the vocals, taking the mic.
Griffin & Jenny: Born to raise hell, Born to raise hell
We know how to do it and we do it real well
Born to raise hell, Born to raise hell
Voodoo medicine cast my spell
Born to raise hell, Born to raise hell
Play that guitar just like ringing a bell
Take it or leave it
Jenny Beck: Going for broke, rock 'til you choke
It don't matter if you drink or smoke
Speak through the beat, get up on your feet
Sweating like a hound dog, white as a sheet
Don't you be scared, don't you be scared
Everybody terrified, it don't seem fair...
Off to the side of the stage, the remainders of both bands head bang, none more fiercely than the massive Fire Pit drummer, Paul Keller. Some in the crowd could see his beard and long hair wildly whipping just past the edge of the curtain. Suddenly Chip's Zanuff's guitar goes out without warning, leaving the man bewilder as nothing but straight acoustics come out. Liza nods her head, turns a knob on her PRS and starts to compensate with a little more sound.
Jenny briefly looks over her shoulder, then back to the song at hand. A rather tall, dark haired technician steps out onto stage with a toolbox and kneels down on one side of the amp, apparently working on it with a screw driver and some masking tape.
Griffin & Jenny: What are you waiting for
What do you think you were created for
Griffin: Out of your seat, blind in the heat
Do the nasty boogie mama, stomp your feet
Born to raise hell, Born to raise hell!!!
THUNK - !
The music instantly stops as that technician suddenly leapt up, spun and cracked a superkick right into the jawline of Griffin Hawkins, much to the instant shock of the fans and the band around them.
The Technician whipped off his ball cap and tore down the top half of the overalls to reveal a lean, muscular Billy Feral with wild long black hair and a sadistic grin. As both bassist charged at him with guitars, he'd belt out two superkicks and looked to deliver a third to Jenny before the massive Paul Keller stepped out onto the stage.
Paul: RRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
Roaring the big man moved with surprisingly fast feet, and Billy plaid the wise man and retreated off through the stage's back curtains! Griffin is dizzy as he stumbles to his feet, looking to go after the attacker.
Paul: WE FINISH SONG! Kill idiot later!
Griffin Hawkins: ..When I find him, he's fucking dead!
Jenny: You ok Griff?!
Before he could finish, the crowd begins chanting.
Crowd: GRIFFIN! GRIFFIN! GRIFFIN!
Trashbag Kenny, meanwhile, tends to the bassists using smelling salts. It doesn't take long to stir either of them using this tactic. Liza is on her feet and PISSED!
Liza: WHERE IS THAT MOTHERFUCKER?! NOBODY KICKS LIZA IN THE FACE!!!!
Griffin Hawkins: He's gone Liz!...coward couldn't even stay and fight..lets just finish the show...
He tries to shake off the effects of that Superkick...looking to finish the concert.
Jenny sports more than a bit of fire in her eyes as she looks back at Griffin.
Jenny: I know I'm not the big star here, but... I'd like to ask you if I can sing this little diddy I wrote for that man that just kicked you, Liza, and Chip and then ran off... I'll need Trashbag on the guitar as he's the only one I've practiced this with.
Griffin Hawkins: Lets hit it....
Trashbag Kenny quickly rushes off stage. Moments later, his hookups and amp are rolled out and he steps out with his traditional Les Paul, strumming it to give it a quick tuning.
Jenny: Thanks Griff. Just sit back and let me tell you a story about "My Friend Billy"
The last three words were practically dripping with venom as she set the microphone on it's stand and gripped it close. Trashbag would start with a low chord, building it up bit by bit, adding increasing complexity to an otherwise simple rythmn. It doesn't take long for the drummer to work himself into the mix. Liza starts to improvise a nise bass rift as well.
Jenny: Do you remember me, my friend Billy?
Remember the times you laughed at me?
Remember the times you mocked me?
Remember the times you said you were better than me?
Your star is soaring so high now...
...it flies so high up in the sky!
You're burning so brightly...
No one can see my friend Billy!
You cast me out of your Eden!
You treated me like I wasn't even...
...You called me trash!
Said I wasn't worthy of your dick rash.
You said I had the voice of a car crash!
Emotionally, you murdered me!
You left me dead and bleeding!
But here I am, standing strong,
singing my own victory song!
You've been gone so very long...
My friend Billy!
All the while I've been marching on!
My friend Billy!
You're History, living in the past!
My friend Billy!
Your image is broken glass!
My friend Billy!
HEY BILLY...
KISS MY ASS!!!
Hey Billy...
Kiss... mmmmmmyyyy... aaasssssss!!!!
There were a few tears in Jenny's eyes as she finished the song and raised her fist into the air with a standing ovation from the crowd. She smiles, knowing the song was rough and is simply grateful for them letting her perform just once more.
Jenny: Thank you all so much! YOU'RE FUCKING AWESOME!!!!
Griffin: We wanna thank you all for your patience! Despite some jealous freak who decided to come and attack us from behind like a punk..you all remained patient, so for that, we thank you and say goodnight!
The crowd is on their feet chanting "Encore" as both bands thank the crowd for coming to the show. But Griffin still looks a bit shaky from the ambush.
Griffin Hawkins: This one's for Lemmy!!
Jenny is excited, happy to be playing alongside Griffin and performing one of Motorheads famous songs. The crowd cheers at the mention of the recently passed Motorhead front man. The band begins to play as the crowd begins to get into it.
Griffin Hawkins: Listen up here, I'll make it quite clear
I'm gonna put some boogie in your ear
Shake and bop, don't you stop
Cance like a maniak until you drop
I don't mind, I don't mind
I can tun a razor right up your spine
What are you waiting for
What do you think you were created for..
Jenny joins in on the vocals, taking the mic.
Griffin & Jenny: Born to raise hell, Born to raise hell
We know how to do it and we do it real well
Born to raise hell, Born to raise hell
Voodoo medicine cast my spell
Born to raise hell, Born to raise hell
Play that guitar just like ringing a bell
Take it or leave it
Jenny Beck: Going for broke, rock 'til you choke
It don't matter if you drink or smoke
Speak through the beat, get up on your feet
Sweating like a hound dog, white as a sheet
Don't you be scared, don't you be scared
Everybody terrified, it don't seem fair...
Off to the side of the stage, the remainders of both bands head bang, none more fiercely than the massive Fire Pit drummer, Paul Keller. Some in the crowd could see his beard and long hair wildly whipping just past the edge of the curtain. Suddenly Chip's Zanuff's guitar goes out without warning, leaving the man bewilder as nothing but straight acoustics come out. Liza nods her head, turns a knob on her PRS and starts to compensate with a little more sound.
Jenny briefly looks over her shoulder, then back to the song at hand. A rather tall, dark haired technician steps out onto stage with a toolbox and kneels down on one side of the amp, apparently working on it with a screw driver and some masking tape.
Griffin & Jenny: What are you waiting for
What do you think you were created for
Griffin: Out of your seat, blind in the heat
Do the nasty boogie mama, stomp your feet
Born to raise hell, Born to raise hell!!!
THUNK - !
The music instantly stops as that technician suddenly leapt up, spun and cracked a superkick right into the jawline of Griffin Hawkins, much to the instant shock of the fans and the band around them.
The Technician whipped off his ball cap and tore down the top half of the overalls to reveal a lean, muscular Billy Feral with wild long black hair and a sadistic grin. As both bassist charged at him with guitars, he'd belt out two superkicks and looked to deliver a third to Jenny before the massive Paul Keller stepped out onto the stage.
Paul: RRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
Roaring the big man moved with surprisingly fast feet, and Billy plaid the wise man and retreated off through the stage's back curtains! Griffin is dizzy as he stumbles to his feet, looking to go after the attacker.
Paul: WE FINISH SONG! Kill idiot later!
Griffin Hawkins: ..When I find him, he's fucking dead!
Jenny: You ok Griff?!
Before he could finish, the crowd begins chanting.
Crowd: GRIFFIN! GRIFFIN! GRIFFIN!
Trashbag Kenny, meanwhile, tends to the bassists using smelling salts. It doesn't take long to stir either of them using this tactic. Liza is on her feet and PISSED!
Liza: WHERE IS THAT MOTHERFUCKER?! NOBODY KICKS LIZA IN THE FACE!!!!
Griffin Hawkins: He's gone Liz!...coward couldn't even stay and fight..lets just finish the show...
He tries to shake off the effects of that Superkick...looking to finish the concert.
Jenny sports more than a bit of fire in her eyes as she looks back at Griffin.
Jenny: I know I'm not the big star here, but... I'd like to ask you if I can sing this little diddy I wrote for that man that just kicked you, Liza, and Chip and then ran off... I'll need Trashbag on the guitar as he's the only one I've practiced this with.
Griffin Hawkins: Lets hit it....
Trashbag Kenny quickly rushes off stage. Moments later, his hookups and amp are rolled out and he steps out with his traditional Les Paul, strumming it to give it a quick tuning.
Jenny: Thanks Griff. Just sit back and let me tell you a story about "My Friend Billy"
The last three words were practically dripping with venom as she set the microphone on it's stand and gripped it close. Trashbag would start with a low chord, building it up bit by bit, adding increasing complexity to an otherwise simple rythmn. It doesn't take long for the drummer to work himself into the mix. Liza starts to improvise a nise bass rift as well.
Jenny: Do you remember me, my friend Billy?
Remember the times you laughed at me?
Remember the times you mocked me?
Remember the times you said you were better than me?
Your star is soaring so high now...
...it flies so high up in the sky!
You're burning so brightly...
No one can see my friend Billy!
You cast me out of your Eden!
You treated me like I wasn't even...
...You called me trash!
Said I wasn't worthy of your dick rash.
You said I had the voice of a car crash!
Emotionally, you murdered me!
You left me dead and bleeding!
But here I am, standing strong,
singing my own victory song!
You've been gone so very long...
My friend Billy!
All the while I've been marching on!
My friend Billy!
You're History, living in the past!
My friend Billy!
Your image is broken glass!
My friend Billy!
HEY BILLY...
KISS MY ASS!!!
Hey Billy...
Kiss... mmmmmmyyyy... aaasssssss!!!!
There were a few tears in Jenny's eyes as she finished the song and raised her fist into the air with a standing ovation from the crowd. She smiles, knowing the song was rough and is simply grateful for them letting her perform just once more.
Jenny: Thank you all so much! YOU'RE FUCKING AWESOME!!!!
Griffin: We wanna thank you all for your patience! Despite some jealous freak who decided to come and attack us from behind like a punk..you all remained patient, so for that, we thank you and say goodnight!
The crowd is on their feet chanting "Encore" as both bands thank the crowd for coming to the show. But Griffin still looks a bit shaky from the ambush.
