WAB - Something Wicked
Dec 6, 2020 21:11:52 GMT -5
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Post by somethingwicked on Dec 6, 2020 21:11:52 GMT -5
Xavier Wolf walks into frame, a shiny green suit clinging to his muscled frame. He blows some breath into his palm and sniffs it, smiling at the sample. He knocks on a door and it opens, our view from within. He smiles and walks in, and the door closes. As he walks down the hall, music begins. Xavier is then seen pulling his shirt open, as we see a woman laying in bed, dressed in a sun dress and white flats, she lays down on the bed and smiles at Xavier.
Kelly won't kiss my friend Cassandra
‘Kelly’ is a russian red head in a tight black dress who is sipping on a bottle of vodka. Looking at Xavier crossing the room, she smiles coldy. And frowns at a woman who steps into frame, obviously being ‘Cassandra.’ An asian woman with a flowing red dress and stocking to match.
Jessica won't play ball
‘Jessica’ rushes out of a bedroom, Xavier laid in bed with two other women tries to get her to come back, but she soldiers onward.
Mandy won't share her friend Miranda
Doesn't anybody live at all?
Doesn't anybody live at all?
Mandy and Miranda shut the door on Xavier, both angry as he laughs and shakes his head.
Amanda won't leave me empty handed,
Got her number from a bathroom stall
Got her number from a bathroom stall
Amanda leans her head back and digs her hand into the back of Xaviers head as he runs his tongue up her neck.
Brandy just brought way too much baggage
And that shit just gets old
And that shit just gets old
Brandy sits next to X on a red velvet couch, sobbing uncontrollably.
She leans over to grab a box of tissues and when she returns to her previous position, Xavier is no longer there.
But I got a girl who can put on a show
Xavier steps into a room, and neon lights explode behind him, as a smile stretches across his face.
We see the reflection of ‘girls girls girls’ in his eyes
The dollar decides how far you can go
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancin'
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancin'
A woman's hand grabs the pole and Xavier’s face lights up as he witnesses what we can not see. He sits back enjoying the show immensely.
She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancin'
Your body's lighting up the room
I want a naughty girl like you
There's nothing hotter than a..
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancin'
Your body's lighting up the room
I want a naughty girl like you
There's nothing hotter than a..
Xavier throws a wad of cash at the camera and we fade out into another shot of Xavier.
He’s looking at an innocent woman with puckered lips, but with her lower half positioned away from him.
Stacy's gonna save her self for marriage
But that's just not my style
She's got a pair that's nice to stare at
But I want girls gone wild
But that's just not my style
She's got a pair that's nice to stare at
But I want girls gone wild
Xavier throws another wad of cash and sits forward.
But I know a place where there's always a show
The dollar decides how far you can go with her
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancin'
The dollar decides how far you can go with her
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancin'
Xavier sits forward, tugging at the collar of his dress shirt, with sweat building on his forehead.
She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
She drops that dress around her legs
Xavier leans forward, looking intently. Sweat beads on his face and saliva collects at the corner of his mouth.
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancin'
With this porn star dancin'
He wipes his forehead, which is gathering more and more sweat.
Your body's lighting up the room
I want a naughty girl like you
I want a naughty girl like you
Xavier uses his collar as a fan, trying to lower his body temperature. His shirt flaps revealing that the sweat
doesn't stop at his head but is now running down his chest, and collecting in random parts of his expensive shirt.
Let's throw a party just for two
You know these normal girls won't do
You know these normal girls won't do
Xavier sits back, howling at the ceiling as the lights flash around him
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She licks those lips and off we go
The woman steps into the light and we see that she is dressed in a skimpy red bikini.
She takes it off nice and slow
'Cause that's porn star dancin'
'Cause that's porn star dancin'
She twirls and causes the dollars at her feet to kick into the air and land back at her feet. Xavier bites his hand as he watches her move.
She don't play nice, she makes me beg her
She drops that dress around her legs
She drops that dress around her legs
We then watch as she drops to her knees and crawls toward Xavier slowly, revealing that while she is wearing a skimpy red bikini, and platform heals, she is also a very large slice of white bread. As she reaches the end of the stage, she looks deep into Xavier’s eyes, and winks.
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancin'
With this porn star dancin'
Xavier sits back, and takes a deep breath, clapping as if exhausted.
A laptop slams shut, and Xavier looks into the distance, his face a scowl of anger and rage. He looks down his hands, and sees them shaking. He cracks his knuckles and sits back, quivering with anger.
“I have to kill them. I have to. The world will understand.”
We flash away from Xavier and see Sarah Wolf and Vincent Black, belly laughing as they watch the video on a very large TV in the middle of the Parts unknown media center. Vincent wipes a tear away from his eyes and flusters to say the word ‘again’. Sarah holds her hand up and says.
“Wait. There’s more.” She presses play, and a video begins. Two large iron gates with intricate designs are seen from the opening. As we get closer we see that in the center of the two gates is the acronym WAB. The gates open and behind it we see several ovens on either side of a walkway, all turned toward us to reveal the bread baking within them. We move past the ovens slowly, and come across a statue of a bagel spinning in the middle of a butter fountain. As we move through the middle of the bagel, we head up a set of stairs that rise like croissants as we head up them. At the top of the stairs a large mansion sits, smoke bellowing from the chimney. The doors explode into hundreds of breadsticks, and we make our way down the hall as a song begins.
“There’s some rolls in this house. There’s some rolls in this house. There’s some rolls in this houses”
This plays over and over as we pass golden loafs of all different types of bread on the wall.
From around a corner a very fat Xavier Wolf appears, obviously Sarah in a fat suit and makeup.
For that bread i’m a freak.
Eat it seven days a weak.
Warm Ass Bread
Break yo diet streak.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
you fucking with some warm ass bread
Bring some butter and a knife for this warm ass bread
Gain a fuck ton o’ weight for this warm ass bread
Bake it up, bitch, drive me insane.
Get me excited for that au bon pain
Put this bread right in your face
From this crust you cant refrain
Butter on top, thats my pride
Open it up, garlic inside
Put it in my mouth, no matter the size
This bread is warm, make me feel alive
Bake it up like its my birthday
I don’t want no party, don’t want no dunkin heinz
I want a big mac, with the burger to the side
Walk into the bakery
Make it rise, make it bake
New york bread
is like a fucking cake
I don't got ciliac, won’t care until im dead
You can have my fucking title just give me warm ass bread (ayy, ayy)
Eat it seven days a weak.
Warm Ass Bread
Break yo diet streak.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
you fucking with some warm ass bread
Bring some butter and a knife for this warm ass bread
Gain a fuck ton o’ weight for this warm ass bread
Bake it up, bitch, drive me insane.
Get me excited for that au bon pain
Put this bread right in your face
From this crust you cant refrain
Butter on top, thats my pride
Open it up, garlic inside
Put it in my mouth, no matter the size
This bread is warm, make me feel alive
Bake it up like its my birthday
I don’t want no party, don’t want no dunkin heinz
I want a big mac, with the burger to the side
Walk into the bakery
Make it rise, make it bake
New york bread
is like a fucking cake
I don't got ciliac, won’t care until im dead
You can have my fucking title just give me warm ass bread (ayy, ayy)
The video stops, and Sarah and Vin are now collapsed against each other laughing insanely. Vin is whiter than normal, and Sarah isn’t even making a noise. Vin begins to punch the table insanely, coughing and holding his side.
“This….” He says between breaths. “Is the best thing ever. You win, You so fucking win.”
“...You know, I figured as much.” The two of them look at each other and nod, and start the video again, leaving us to their smiling faces, as the darkness retreats from the edges and returns us to the void from which we came.