Jackie & The Jocks Spy On The GymGirls' Show 7260 Characters =~7.3Min. Reading Time
EXT. SHOWCASE HALL - NIGHT
Jackie leads sunglass-clad Killa, BackWoods, Swish and Peleador from their unimpressive car.
They creep to avoid paparazzi in the parking lot.
INT. SHOWCASE HALL - NIGHT
Jackie, Killa, BackWoods, Swish and Peleador peep their heads over the crowd to see the stage:
If y'all 'been watchin' "TayVay", y'all be knowin' our fiancees ditched us and our super-manager, Hank Honey, to run with some gold-diggin' ex-intern from nowhere.
Jack MY pants!
Jack the pants. Jack the PANTS! JACK THE PANTS!
A series of photoshopped parody pictures of Jackie, Killa, BackWoods, Swish and Peleador disgrace their nicknames:
Well Jack-Pants, KillFish -
- BuckTooth -
- Swoosh-head -
- POOleador -
- you forgot something:
The name of the game of love is:
The jumbo screen behind the band shows a celebratory picture of Hank & Jackie, Killa & Cheeria, Swish & LaCrosse, BackWoods & Krikit, Peleador & Petanque, all holding hands at a victory celebration.
On stage, Dave Drummer happy-thwacks the opening beat to the SONG: TEAM SPIRIT. Audio at: http://GenieMusic.com/?s=2063
The GymGirls' stomping feet match the thundering drumbeats.
Onscreen: Killa pushes a running back down as the running back tries to catch a ball.
Onscreen: Swish alone on the wrong side of the court.
Onscreen: Killa fumbles a football.
Onscreen: BackWoods strikes out.
Onscreen: an ump flags Peleador.
Onscreen: Swish and another player run into each other.
Onscreen: BackWoods yells at an umpire.
Onscreen: Swish makes a goofy face.
That's your life!
Onscreen: Jackie with her finger apparently up her nose.
Onscreen images flash: Killa, Swish, BackWoods with an ump yelling at him.
Onscreen images flash: Peleador limps; BackWoods balks while pitching; an exasperated Jackie makes a phone call.
Onscreen: Peleador whiffs a soccer ball, crashes on his butt.
Onscreen: BackWoods bats an abortive bunt.
The girls' hands rip photos of Killa, BackWoods, Swish & Peleador.
The GymGirls join at center stage, singing together, while the jumbo screen focuses on the dominant singer of each line:
We had Team Spirit
(fist to chest)
We had loyalty
(fist in air)
We had esprit de corps
'til you forfeited me
We had game
We had guts
(grabs near crotch)
We had love by the NUTS!
'Til you stripped team spirit from us
The crowd cheers.
Swish, BackWoods, Peleador and Jackie gulp.
Even Killa gulps.
Onscreen: Swish caught double-dribbling.
Onscreen: Killa misses a football pass.
Onscreen: Jackie leads the 4 athletes away from Hank Honey Management.
(finger-gun to head)
(pulls Krikit from Petanque)
(finger to nose)
(throw yellow flags)
We had Team Spirit
We were family
(hands over hearts)
You pledged allegiance
("no" finger motion)
Then you no-showed on me
You kicked me off
You stuffed my shot
(rueful hand to heart)
When I gave you All I got
You stripped team spirit from me
The music softens into a dramatic soliloquy:
Onscreen: an image of Swish.
Boy, I was your designated hitter.
Onscreen: an image of BackWoods.
(smile, extends arm)
You were my long reliever.
The audience chuckles at the double entendre.
Onscreen: an image of Peleador.
But you put me out.
Onscreen: an image of Killa.
You gave my heart the grand slam
Dave Drummer smacks the drums, indicating the slam.
You pitched me that:
(throws hands back)
You shattered my trust
The girls join hands, then stride forward as if mounting a counter-attack:
YOU STRIPPED . SPIRIT . FROM . US!!
Dave Drummer rolls his cymbals to close the song.
The united GymGirls bow their heads.
The audience cheer as one: the men hyped-up, the women moved to tears.
The crowd won't stop cheering. This song obviously triggers feelings of abandonment that haunt their broken hearts.
The GymGirls' wet eyes show they feel the same pain & anger.
Krikit signals the crowd to hush so she can speak:
Now that "intern" is tryin' to band our jocks into a music supergroup:
Wanna know what it's called?
The crowd busts up laughing.
More like JockRash!
The crowd's in tears of glee.
Oh, Killa, scratch me one more time!
Swish, baby: Swish me some mo' o' yo' JockRash!
People in the crowd grab their bellies, laughing.
The camera spots Jackie, Killa, BackWoods, Swish and Peleador.
Jackie and the 4 athletes scramble for the door.
Look! There's JackPants & the JockRots!
Spying on us!
Tryin' ta' steal our audience, Notch-Blotch?
The camera shows Jackie leads Killa, BackWoods, Swish and Peleador in a bolt for the exit.
The crowd laughs themselves wet-pantsed.
EXT. SHOWCASE HALL - NIGHT
Jackie and her 4 aghast athletes race past camera-flashes, running to their car.
Ridicule from the audience echoes in Jackie's ears.