Hooligans Promo For HD

[Zack Malibu 0]

The broadcast now takes us to an unknown area of town. Actually, this may not even be the same town, but it's not the part of town you want to be stuck in. Vacant buildings, broken windows, graffitti covered telephone booths (they still have those!?) and litter strewn about decorate the streets. We're not quite sure what the point of this scenery is, at least not until a familiar voice speaks over the screen.

 

"Yo Jax, you got it runnin' or what, cuz?"

 

Now coming into view, the ebonically proficient Jamie O'Hara, a 40 oz. of beer prominent in his right hand, walks into the scene, as does Scotty Static of the GPX. It's obviously Johnny Jax holding the camera, and the three men walk down the unsafe looking street. Static turns to the camera and walks backwards, enabling him to speak right into it.

 

"People say that we're insitigators. That we go looking for trouble. Those same people think we're in over our heads with the Wildcards this Sunday. You know, the same people who said that the Originals woulda run us out of the company by now. The same people who say we're all talk, no action? All talk? Us? Please. We're the three baddest bastards in the OAOAST. You think we're scared of some trailer trash like Bruce Blank? They ain't go no streets in the country baby, he's a dirt road thug! Bloodshed...he ain't street. Todd Cortez says he's from "The Streets", but I don't see no street in him. Poser. You want street...THIS is street. This is where the buses don't run, and the cops are afraid to drive through, but here we are, walkin' the street like it ain't nothin'. Doin' what we do best...some say it's looking for trouble...or maybe...maybe trouble has found us!"

 

Static moves the camera over at a gangbanger, clad in a baggy Sean John jacket and baggy jeans, with an Atlanta Hawks hat titled to the side.

 

"Hotlanta represent!"

 

Static calls out to the banger, who keeps walking.

 

"Yo...how you gonna do me like that!?"

 

O'Hara nearly spits his beer out as Static goes ghetto, calling out to the thuggish bystander.

 

"Yeah...yeah keep walkin'! Pour one out for your homies! Word life!"

 

Aggrivated, the bystander stops and turns, then starts storming towards the Hooligans.

 

"Oh shit, here he comes." mumbles Jax, backing up while keeping the camera focused.

 

"Yo, you got somethin' to say? What's up? Huh?"

 

The gangbanger approaches, and reaches under his coat and to his waistband, but before he can pull out his gat (y'know, if that's what he was doing) O'Hara smashes the bottle into his face, cutting him up and sending pieces flying everywhere!

 

"Deja vu!" quips the Birmingham Bad Boy, as Static and Jax (still holding the camera) start stomping the man down. HARD.

 

"Get him up! Get him up!" shouts Jax, as Scotty pulls the half conscious man up off the street, dragging him up and then taking him to the sidewalk, throwing him headfirst through the window panel of a phone booth!

 

"BOOYAH!" shouts O'Hara, as Static pulls the man up from the wreckage, blood streaming down his face.

 

"Puh...please man...c'mon, don't do me like that..."

 

"Don't do me like that? Don't...don't what? You want mercy now, huh? Not a big man anymore, huh?" says Static, getting in the face of the unknown hoodlum before reaching into the booth, grabbing the phone, and then cracking him over the head with it! Static then takes the cord and wraps it around his neck, choking the life out of the man, while Jax is gleefully filming this!

 

"Wildcards, you think you're hardcore? You think you're runnin' the show now? You ain't got no idea, playas! No idea of what you're into now!" shouts O'Hara, grabbing the camera away from the grim visual of the man being strangled on home video. Finally, Static releases the wire cord, leaving the man beaten down and gasping for air on the sidewalk of the ghetto.

 

"WHOO...that was fun, haha!" says Static, walking away from his victim. "Wildcards, you think this is a game now? You think that you're just going to come into our house and that it's gonna be a cakewalk? That busting up my face, that busting my partner open...that the sight of our own blood is gonna make us squirm in our seats? Baby we built our respect on blood...we'll take on ANYBODY...ANYBODY that wants to fight us...and those that don't...we'll go after them too! Instigators, troublemakers...and the one I love best, the one that stuck...a couple o' Hooligans...call us what you want, but just know that it's the name that rules the game, boys! World Six Man Tag Team Champions...not for long! We'll see you Sunday night, and after we do to you what's needed to be done since you showed up here...this little slice of urban life is gonna look like a resort in Cancun to you. Hooligans are comin' at ya at School's Out boys, ain't nothin' you can do about that now."

 

In the distance, sirens are heard, as the trio walks in the middle of the street, with Jax fumbling with the camera, as the sirens get closer.

 

"I just saw lights through that alley!" remarks O'Hara, as the Hooligans pick up speed, racing away from a potential arrest.

 

"Get the camera off! Johnny, get the cam..."

 

FADE OUT.