MaskedViolators
Real Men Wear MASKS~!!!
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FADE IN: It's not the most ordinary scene. A grown man wearing what can only be described as a simple mexican wrestlers mask, a muted suit, and knockoff dress shoes. An impressive ensemble, yes. But consider the majestic color choices made for this mask; a bold red, with strong blue trim. Simple yet effective. It was clear judging by the crumpling of the masks fabric that this man was frowning, clearly exerting himself.
MV#1: Hold still, Two. You're making this quite difficult! Certainly much more difficult than it needs to be!
The camera pulls back to reveal that this man is not alone. There is another, similarly masked man occupying this strange, cramped place with him. This other masked mystery man wore a mask of strong blue, with a bold red trim, he stood noticeably shorter than his counterpart. The red masked mystery man appeared to be tying his comrades mask on from behind - and having a bit of trouble with it .
MV#2: Did you even look at the tag to make sure it’s the correct size, you moron?! It’s too ****ing tight! And…. What in the hell is that smell?! Where did you get these things, the thrift store!?
Red mask seems to tighten his grip on the laces of his friends mask, only slightly. Just enough for Blue to notice.
MV#1: I wouldn't have to be so frugal if you weren't so... liberal with your spending and besides that, I can't imagine how you can smell ANYTHING over your hangover breath. Oh, the greenhouse effect that must be occuring beneath this poor mask.
The second masked mystery man frowned, as he attempted to help his taller counterpart yank the portion of his mask that belonged over his nose… over his nose, so that he could breathe. Tugging on his rugged, Amish-style goatee, he let out a very loud groan, as his… “friend”… finally positioned the mask in place.
Satisfied with a job well done, the first mysterious masked man clapped his hands together boastfully, chest extended, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
MV#1: ...you DO recall how to wash your mask without taking it off, don't you?
MV#2: Answer the question, choir-boy. Why is my face itching?
The first masked man seemed to ignore the other's question. He spun his buddy around and placed hands on both of his shoulders.
MV#1: So... are we ready to face the world?
The second masked man slaps his friends hands off of him, clearly disgusted then kicks open the grimy bathroom stall door.
MV#2: It's not like I have a choice in the matter.
Masked man number two mumbled under his breath as he exited the stall first, noticing two frail, nervous, nerdy looking teens staring at the stall, clearly trying to figure out why two voices came from one stall.
MV#1: Hello there, youngsters!
The shorter, chubbier masked assailant seemed to take offense, aggressively taking steps in the direction of the young men.
MV#2: ...what in the **** are YOU looking at?
MV#1: (sigh) Don't mind my curmudgeonly compatriot! Took us by surprise, is all. Just a few grown, heterosexual, God fearing men sharing a moment of caring in a diner's bathroom stall. You boys wants some candy?
Masked man number two looked down at his "KEEP ROCK EVIL" t-shirt, and shrugged, rolling with the punches.
MV#2: Yeah, we have plenty of nose candy in the van. But, I'm not in the sharing mood... why don't you two weirdos get out of here before I break a piece of my foot off in your asses.
Masked man #2 marches out of the bathroom, fists balled, leaving #1 smiling oddly to the young boys.
MV#1: Some other time.
CUT TO: Another odd scene. Occupied by both masked wrestlers, this booth had seen less interesting days. Known together as the Masked Violators, and seperately as Masked Violator #1 and Masked Violator #2, respectively, there are countless striking differences between the two men; style, political and religious beliefs, the importance of hygiene, etc. On this fine Texas morning, in this fine Texas diner, the argument of the moment surrounds the tip.
MV#1: I recognize that the service has been less than exemplary. I will agree that, yes, the coffee is ice, ice cold. I will concede that my eggs were over cooked, my steak was under cooked, and she forgot my organic, free range sausage. It is a documented fact that we haven't SEEN this waitress in close to twenty minutes. However... I like Peggy. Sweet gal.
Masked Violator #1 looked in his wallet with what had to be a look of dismay.
MV#1: Ol' chum... Might you spot me a ten spot? Looks like I'm a TAD short on the tip.
MV#2: Tip?! Wait... you're actually thinking about PAYING for this God awful meal?! I asked that ***** for English Breakfast, she gave me Green tea.
Masked Violator #2 pulls a miniature silver flask out of his pocket, holding it in the air, as if it served a purpose in helping him prove his point.
MV#2: Now I'm going to be in the bathroom all night! And, to top it off... Vodka tastes like **** when it's chased with green tea! Let's just skip the paying part and leave. I'm over this dump.
MV#1: Dump?!? Ludicrous. I'll have you know that "Bonnie's Burn 'Em and Turn 'Em Diner" has won several Greater San Antonio Awards for Best Breakfast! Four of the five brochures in our hotel lobby mentioned this establishment BY NAME! Do you think Greater San Antonio would lie? Look, Two... it takes a lot to make an area Great... and baseless claims and LIES won't do it!
Not easily phased, Masked Violator #2 quickly retorted.
MV#2: Oh, please. Don't give me that crap, One. Everything is bigger in Texas. Mistakes and cockroaches included. The critics that called this place anything other than a jazzed up, double wide, trailor with bootleg waitresses were clearly high!
Number One waved his counterpart off, leaning back in the booth, with a suddenly confident air.
MV#1: I am simply asking for ten US dollars, Two. Consider it repayment for the most recent cycle of personal property damage I have incurred on your behalf. Partial repayment.
MV2: You wanted to get rid of that car anyway!
Digging into the same pocket where he retrieved the flask of vodka, Masked Violator #2 pulled out a moist, sweaty, crumpled ten dollar bill, tossing it to his comrade.
The mouth hole (sorry, no better word) of Violator 1's mask stretched, as did his grin. Eyes wide with pride, he used a napkin to carefully pick up the bill.
MV#1: Every once in a great, long, extended while, Number Two... you remind me why you're my Best and Only Friend. This ten dollars might not mean much to you... or to me... but to her, this ten dollar note might be the answer to all of Peggy's many, many problems. This ten dollars... could make such a remarkable difference. You've done a good thing, Old Friend!
#1 places the bill half-under his mug of cold coffee as surprisingly, Violator #2 managed to crack a warm smile, himself.
MV#2: Well, that certainly changes my perspective, and makes it all worth it.
They both stood, Masked Violator #1 with a burst of energy. He extended his arms. A reluctant #2 slowly moved in for a manly embrace, as the two teens, from earlier in the bathroom looked on from the corner. Noting them, Two not-too-politely shoved #1 back.
Violator 1 opened the door with a shrug and exited the diner, revitalized, re-energized, and ready to conquer the world...
...lingering behind... Violator 2 sneakily tip toed back to the table, grabbing the ten dollars, and slipping it back in the pocket in which it originally resided.
MV#2: To hell with Peggy and her problems... I asked for English Breakfast.
Violator 2 mumbled as he noticed the two teenagers in the corner, and shoved his middle finger in the air, in the direction in which they were seated, and exited the diner.
MV#1: Hold still, Two. You're making this quite difficult! Certainly much more difficult than it needs to be!
The camera pulls back to reveal that this man is not alone. There is another, similarly masked man occupying this strange, cramped place with him. This other masked mystery man wore a mask of strong blue, with a bold red trim, he stood noticeably shorter than his counterpart. The red masked mystery man appeared to be tying his comrades mask on from behind - and having a bit of trouble with it .
MV#2: Did you even look at the tag to make sure it’s the correct size, you moron?! It’s too ****ing tight! And…. What in the hell is that smell?! Where did you get these things, the thrift store!?
Red mask seems to tighten his grip on the laces of his friends mask, only slightly. Just enough for Blue to notice.
MV#1: I wouldn't have to be so frugal if you weren't so... liberal with your spending and besides that, I can't imagine how you can smell ANYTHING over your hangover breath. Oh, the greenhouse effect that must be occuring beneath this poor mask.
The second masked mystery man frowned, as he attempted to help his taller counterpart yank the portion of his mask that belonged over his nose… over his nose, so that he could breathe. Tugging on his rugged, Amish-style goatee, he let out a very loud groan, as his… “friend”… finally positioned the mask in place.
Satisfied with a job well done, the first mysterious masked man clapped his hands together boastfully, chest extended, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
MV#1: ...you DO recall how to wash your mask without taking it off, don't you?
MV#2: Answer the question, choir-boy. Why is my face itching?
The first masked man seemed to ignore the other's question. He spun his buddy around and placed hands on both of his shoulders.
MV#1: So... are we ready to face the world?
The second masked man slaps his friends hands off of him, clearly disgusted then kicks open the grimy bathroom stall door.
MV#2: It's not like I have a choice in the matter.
Masked man number two mumbled under his breath as he exited the stall first, noticing two frail, nervous, nerdy looking teens staring at the stall, clearly trying to figure out why two voices came from one stall.
MV#1: Hello there, youngsters!
The shorter, chubbier masked assailant seemed to take offense, aggressively taking steps in the direction of the young men.
MV#2: ...what in the **** are YOU looking at?
MV#1: (sigh) Don't mind my curmudgeonly compatriot! Took us by surprise, is all. Just a few grown, heterosexual, God fearing men sharing a moment of caring in a diner's bathroom stall. You boys wants some candy?
Masked man number two looked down at his "KEEP ROCK EVIL" t-shirt, and shrugged, rolling with the punches.
MV#2: Yeah, we have plenty of nose candy in the van. But, I'm not in the sharing mood... why don't you two weirdos get out of here before I break a piece of my foot off in your asses.
Masked man #2 marches out of the bathroom, fists balled, leaving #1 smiling oddly to the young boys.
MV#1: Some other time.
CUT TO: Another odd scene. Occupied by both masked wrestlers, this booth had seen less interesting days. Known together as the Masked Violators, and seperately as Masked Violator #1 and Masked Violator #2, respectively, there are countless striking differences between the two men; style, political and religious beliefs, the importance of hygiene, etc. On this fine Texas morning, in this fine Texas diner, the argument of the moment surrounds the tip.
MV#1: I recognize that the service has been less than exemplary. I will agree that, yes, the coffee is ice, ice cold. I will concede that my eggs were over cooked, my steak was under cooked, and she forgot my organic, free range sausage. It is a documented fact that we haven't SEEN this waitress in close to twenty minutes. However... I like Peggy. Sweet gal.
Masked Violator #1 looked in his wallet with what had to be a look of dismay.
MV#1: Ol' chum... Might you spot me a ten spot? Looks like I'm a TAD short on the tip.
MV#2: Tip?! Wait... you're actually thinking about PAYING for this God awful meal?! I asked that ***** for English Breakfast, she gave me Green tea.
Masked Violator #2 pulls a miniature silver flask out of his pocket, holding it in the air, as if it served a purpose in helping him prove his point.
MV#2: Now I'm going to be in the bathroom all night! And, to top it off... Vodka tastes like **** when it's chased with green tea! Let's just skip the paying part and leave. I'm over this dump.
MV#1: Dump?!? Ludicrous. I'll have you know that "Bonnie's Burn 'Em and Turn 'Em Diner" has won several Greater San Antonio Awards for Best Breakfast! Four of the five brochures in our hotel lobby mentioned this establishment BY NAME! Do you think Greater San Antonio would lie? Look, Two... it takes a lot to make an area Great... and baseless claims and LIES won't do it!
Not easily phased, Masked Violator #2 quickly retorted.
MV#2: Oh, please. Don't give me that crap, One. Everything is bigger in Texas. Mistakes and cockroaches included. The critics that called this place anything other than a jazzed up, double wide, trailor with bootleg waitresses were clearly high!
Number One waved his counterpart off, leaning back in the booth, with a suddenly confident air.
MV#1: I am simply asking for ten US dollars, Two. Consider it repayment for the most recent cycle of personal property damage I have incurred on your behalf. Partial repayment.
MV2: You wanted to get rid of that car anyway!
Digging into the same pocket where he retrieved the flask of vodka, Masked Violator #2 pulled out a moist, sweaty, crumpled ten dollar bill, tossing it to his comrade.
The mouth hole (sorry, no better word) of Violator 1's mask stretched, as did his grin. Eyes wide with pride, he used a napkin to carefully pick up the bill.
MV#1: Every once in a great, long, extended while, Number Two... you remind me why you're my Best and Only Friend. This ten dollars might not mean much to you... or to me... but to her, this ten dollar note might be the answer to all of Peggy's many, many problems. This ten dollars... could make such a remarkable difference. You've done a good thing, Old Friend!
#1 places the bill half-under his mug of cold coffee as surprisingly, Violator #2 managed to crack a warm smile, himself.
MV#2: Well, that certainly changes my perspective, and makes it all worth it.
They both stood, Masked Violator #1 with a burst of energy. He extended his arms. A reluctant #2 slowly moved in for a manly embrace, as the two teens, from earlier in the bathroom looked on from the corner. Noting them, Two not-too-politely shoved #1 back.
Violator 1 opened the door with a shrug and exited the diner, revitalized, re-energized, and ready to conquer the world...
...lingering behind... Violator 2 sneakily tip toed back to the table, grabbing the ten dollars, and slipping it back in the pocket in which it originally resided.
MV#2: To hell with Peggy and her problems... I asked for English Breakfast.
Violator 2 mumbled as he noticed the two teenagers in the corner, and shoved his middle finger in the air, in the direction in which they were seated, and exited the diner.
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