LAZERADE! presents... "Hard Work" (Cassius Reed)
Aug 22, 2015 11:40:04 GMT -6
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Cassius Reed Promotional Video: Outtakes #1
A sparsely decorated room, warmly lit. A leather armchair is sat in the centre of the room, a large bottle of LAZERADE! placed prominently on a small table by its side. In the chair sits Cassius Reed. He’s wearing a plain white shirt, and black slacks. He leans forward to the camera.
Cassius Reed: So this week, Cassius got to fight Wicked J? This clown’s a serious competit- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Cassius, after slightly cracking as he spoke, has broken down into full laughter, leaning back in his seat, practically crying from laughter.
The camera cuts to black.
The Gym:
The sound of skin slapping the leather of the punch bag echoes around the tiny room. Only one figure is present in the gym, the dim light of dawn shining through the gym’s grimy windows betraying the early hour. His ebony skin glistens with sweat, his afro tied back into a loose approximation of a ponytail. Two thin, white cables pop out against the darkness of his skin, trailing from his ears to the tiny MP3 player pocketed in a strap on the man’s left bicep. His gray wifebeater is sodden, as are his black boxing shorts, evidence he’s been at work for quite some time. He pauses a moment, to wipe a bead of sweat from the corner of his eye, before continuing his assault on the besieged punch bag.
Cassius Reed moves as he throws his punches, his feet dancing almost as fast as his fists, as he bobs and weaves, mixing the rhythm of his blows constantly, shadow boxing an imaginary foe as he simultaneously keeps his assault constant. One particularly hard Right Hook to the bag causes him to wince, and break his rhythm. With an audible sigh, he undoes the Velcro on his left glove with his teeth, shaking the glove free, before using that hand to tighten the strapping on his right elbow, his face angrily wincing as he does so. Satisfied the offending limb is appropriately strapped up, he grabs a bottle of sports drink from the floor, taking a quick drink, before starting to put his glove back on.
Work hard, win hard. His older brother had instilled those words in him at a young age. The brother who was more of a father to him than his actual father ever was. The brother who they’d taken away from him what felt like a lifetime ago. The brother who was now back. The brother who he wasn’t going to let get taken away again. By any one.
And for that to happen? A hell of a lot of hard work was going to have to go down.
Cassius Reed Promotional Video: Outtakes #2
Cassius Reed is still sat in his chair, laughing to himself. He wipes a tear from his eye, and holds his hand out to the camera.
Cassius Reed: No… no, it’s OK. Cassius got this. You see, the thing about Wicke- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Cassius breaks down in laughter again, barely able to contain himself, as the camera quickly cuts to black.
The Gym:
The whipping of the rope, cutting through the air, pierces the silence. The rhythmic thud accompanying it, the impact of the feet hitting the floor, deftly stepping over the rope as it comes around for another pass. Cassius skips rope at intense speed, his gaze focused forward the whole time, staring out into nothingness, his gaze looking not at the bare walls of the gym, but at something else.
Staring at the judge, as they brought the gavel down, condemning their family. Quickly averting his gaze, as Darius turned to look at him, not wanting to see…
He shakes his head, dispelling the vision from his sight. No time for the past. Only time to work for the future.
And a hell of a lot of work.
Cassius Reed Promotional Video: Outtakes #3
The camera is focused on the small side table, on which sits a large bottle of Faygo. Suddenly, a bottle of LAZERADE! swings into view, sending the bottle of Faygo flying across the screen. Cassius’s voice can be heard off screen.
Cassius Reed: ROAR! YO’ FAYGO JUST GOT LAZERADED!, BITCH!
A voice can be heard off-screen murmuring the words “potential lawsuit”, as the camera cuts to black.
The Gym:
Silence. The figure of Cassius Reed has now unrolled a yoga mat, and is slowly, with the utmost caution, moving through a series of stress positions. The shimmer of the sweat on his skin is still there, along with a grimace on his face. Slowly, he moves into a handstand, holding the pose, shaking only slightly under the weight on his arms.
As he feels the weight on his shoulders shift, he feels the burden of other pressures build there too. The pressure of suddenly having to take on the burden of the older brother, when Darius left. The pressure of having to outperform Aries, to define himself as something better and other than his brother. The pressure of having to give up his dreams for his family. The pressures that crushed him before. He feels the weight on his shoulders shift, increase, threatening to crush him again, as she shakes, harder, his elbows threatening to buckle under the sheer weight. He starts to drop, his face drawing closer to the floor. His right elbow starts shaking harder, as his brow furrows.
He ran from the pressure before. He left a weaker man. But he also left that weaker man behind. He’d grown. Travelled. Competed. Trained. The weight will not be too much for him again. And with a grizzled grimace of determination, he slowly pushes himself back up, back into the handstand. Pushing away from the floor. Pushing the weaker man of yesterday into the past.
It’s hard work.
Cassius Reed Promotional Video: Final Cut
The screen is black, with heavy metal guitar playing, as the word “LAZERADE!” appears onscreen, each letter appearing in a miniature explosion. With the word complete, the word “Presents…”appears just underneath. After a moment or two, a Looney Tunes style circle appears, with a chibi cartoon of Cassius Reed in the middle. He looks at the screen, smiles, and winks, pointing two fingers to the audience. After a second or two, the chibi speaks.
Chibi Cassius: CASSIUS REED, BITCHES!
The image fades out, crossing to the room we’ve seen previously in the outtakes. The camera is trained on Cassius Reed, sat reclining in the black leather armchair, bottle of Cassius Crush™ LAZERADE! modelled prominently on the side table beside him. Cassius is reading a leather bound book, and swishing a healthy helping of LAZERADE! in a brandy glass. After a few seconds, he looks up, before feigning surprise at the presence of the camera.
Cassius Reed: Oh, damn people, Cassius didn’t see yo’ there. Welcome to Cassius’…
Cassius looks around him, and shrugs.
Cassius Reed: … corporate sponsored video studio. HIT IT!
Pyros explode on the wall behind him, and a banner unfurls behind him, the LAZERADE! logo emblazoned across it. He snaps the book shut throwing it over his shoulder as he leans forward in his seat.
Cassius Reed: Now, what Cassius should be doing is talkin’ to yo’ all about how he’s gunna kick this Wicked J loser’s Faygo drinkin’, clown rap listenin’, hatchet gear wearin’ ass all the way back to Legend Valley, but damn bitches, Cassius ain’t got time to talk ‘bout that redneck clown wannabe loser. All yo’ all need to know is Cassius is going to step foot in that ring, and show every one of y’all just why he’s the better, blacker Reed brother.
Cassius quickly downs the LAZERADE! in his glass, before smashing the glass to the force as he stands.
Cassius Reed: You wanna know what Cassius has got time for? Talkin’ to yo’ all ‘bout LAZERADE! You cats know that this is the only Sports Drink brewed wit’ the power of mammajammin’ LAZERS? Like Chairface Chippendale used lazers to cut his name on the goddamn moon, LAZERADE! uses lazers to cut straight into yo’ rehydration centers, and juice you da funk up.
Cassius leaps off the chair, addressing the camera directly.
Cassius Reed: But wait, there’s more! Cassius has heard some of yo’ sayin’ “but Cassius, I don’t like sports drinks. It’s not for me”. You know what Cassius say to that? Cassius say “Shut it bitch, let a nigga finish talkin’.” LAZERADE! is the first sports drink with a flavour for everyone? Yo’ a college girl who likes strawberries? BAM! Strawberry LAZERADE! Yo’ a brother wanting a taste of the Caribbean? BAM! Cassius Crush™ LAZERADE! Yo’ a Swedish supermodel wanting to rehydrate between sex sessions? BAM! Lingonberry LAZERADE!, exclusive to IKEA! Yo’ an angry Japanese man who hates racists? BAM! Watermelon LAZERADE! Yo’ a White Girl? BAM! Pumpkin Spice LAZERADE!, available from September 1st! That’s right girls, a whole day befo’ Starbucks! Hell, even if yo’ a sorry ass Egyptian washed up MMA star? BAM! Sour Grape LAZERADE!, ready to be salted by yo’ own sorry tears.
Cassius takes the bottle of LAZERADE!, and holds it above his head.
Cassius Reed: If you don’t believe Cassius, then see it in action! See the unadulterated power of LAZERADE! Monday night, when the ONLY wrestler officially powered and sponsored by the power of LAZERADE! shows you exactly what the liquidized power of lazers is capable of, BITCHES!
Cassius sticks his tongue out, as two tall showers of sparks burst into life beside him, the LAZERADE still held high, as a trio of scantily clad cheerleaders cartwheel into view behind him, before performing a human pyramid. After a few moments, the image fades to black, before the Looney Tunes circles reappears, with the Chibi Cassius hanging out of the circle, bottle of LAZERADE! in hand.
Chibi Cassius: LAZERADE! BUY IT, BITCHES!
A sparsely decorated room, warmly lit. A leather armchair is sat in the centre of the room, a large bottle of LAZERADE! placed prominently on a small table by its side. In the chair sits Cassius Reed. He’s wearing a plain white shirt, and black slacks. He leans forward to the camera.
Cassius Reed: So this week, Cassius got to fight Wicked J? This clown’s a serious competit- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Cassius, after slightly cracking as he spoke, has broken down into full laughter, leaning back in his seat, practically crying from laughter.
The camera cuts to black.
The Gym:
The sound of skin slapping the leather of the punch bag echoes around the tiny room. Only one figure is present in the gym, the dim light of dawn shining through the gym’s grimy windows betraying the early hour. His ebony skin glistens with sweat, his afro tied back into a loose approximation of a ponytail. Two thin, white cables pop out against the darkness of his skin, trailing from his ears to the tiny MP3 player pocketed in a strap on the man’s left bicep. His gray wifebeater is sodden, as are his black boxing shorts, evidence he’s been at work for quite some time. He pauses a moment, to wipe a bead of sweat from the corner of his eye, before continuing his assault on the besieged punch bag.
Cassius Reed moves as he throws his punches, his feet dancing almost as fast as his fists, as he bobs and weaves, mixing the rhythm of his blows constantly, shadow boxing an imaginary foe as he simultaneously keeps his assault constant. One particularly hard Right Hook to the bag causes him to wince, and break his rhythm. With an audible sigh, he undoes the Velcro on his left glove with his teeth, shaking the glove free, before using that hand to tighten the strapping on his right elbow, his face angrily wincing as he does so. Satisfied the offending limb is appropriately strapped up, he grabs a bottle of sports drink from the floor, taking a quick drink, before starting to put his glove back on.
Work hard, win hard. His older brother had instilled those words in him at a young age. The brother who was more of a father to him than his actual father ever was. The brother who they’d taken away from him what felt like a lifetime ago. The brother who was now back. The brother who he wasn’t going to let get taken away again. By any one.
And for that to happen? A hell of a lot of hard work was going to have to go down.
Cassius Reed Promotional Video: Outtakes #2
Cassius Reed is still sat in his chair, laughing to himself. He wipes a tear from his eye, and holds his hand out to the camera.
Cassius Reed: No… no, it’s OK. Cassius got this. You see, the thing about Wicke- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Cassius breaks down in laughter again, barely able to contain himself, as the camera quickly cuts to black.
The Gym:
The whipping of the rope, cutting through the air, pierces the silence. The rhythmic thud accompanying it, the impact of the feet hitting the floor, deftly stepping over the rope as it comes around for another pass. Cassius skips rope at intense speed, his gaze focused forward the whole time, staring out into nothingness, his gaze looking not at the bare walls of the gym, but at something else.
Staring at the judge, as they brought the gavel down, condemning their family. Quickly averting his gaze, as Darius turned to look at him, not wanting to see…
He shakes his head, dispelling the vision from his sight. No time for the past. Only time to work for the future.
And a hell of a lot of work.
Cassius Reed Promotional Video: Outtakes #3
The camera is focused on the small side table, on which sits a large bottle of Faygo. Suddenly, a bottle of LAZERADE! swings into view, sending the bottle of Faygo flying across the screen. Cassius’s voice can be heard off screen.
Cassius Reed: ROAR! YO’ FAYGO JUST GOT LAZERADED!, BITCH!
A voice can be heard off-screen murmuring the words “potential lawsuit”, as the camera cuts to black.
The Gym:
Silence. The figure of Cassius Reed has now unrolled a yoga mat, and is slowly, with the utmost caution, moving through a series of stress positions. The shimmer of the sweat on his skin is still there, along with a grimace on his face. Slowly, he moves into a handstand, holding the pose, shaking only slightly under the weight on his arms.
As he feels the weight on his shoulders shift, he feels the burden of other pressures build there too. The pressure of suddenly having to take on the burden of the older brother, when Darius left. The pressure of having to outperform Aries, to define himself as something better and other than his brother. The pressure of having to give up his dreams for his family. The pressures that crushed him before. He feels the weight on his shoulders shift, increase, threatening to crush him again, as she shakes, harder, his elbows threatening to buckle under the sheer weight. He starts to drop, his face drawing closer to the floor. His right elbow starts shaking harder, as his brow furrows.
He ran from the pressure before. He left a weaker man. But he also left that weaker man behind. He’d grown. Travelled. Competed. Trained. The weight will not be too much for him again. And with a grizzled grimace of determination, he slowly pushes himself back up, back into the handstand. Pushing away from the floor. Pushing the weaker man of yesterday into the past.
It’s hard work.
Cassius Reed Promotional Video: Final Cut
The screen is black, with heavy metal guitar playing, as the word “LAZERADE!” appears onscreen, each letter appearing in a miniature explosion. With the word complete, the word “Presents…”appears just underneath. After a moment or two, a Looney Tunes style circle appears, with a chibi cartoon of Cassius Reed in the middle. He looks at the screen, smiles, and winks, pointing two fingers to the audience. After a second or two, the chibi speaks.
Chibi Cassius: CASSIUS REED, BITCHES!
The image fades out, crossing to the room we’ve seen previously in the outtakes. The camera is trained on Cassius Reed, sat reclining in the black leather armchair, bottle of Cassius Crush™ LAZERADE! modelled prominently on the side table beside him. Cassius is reading a leather bound book, and swishing a healthy helping of LAZERADE! in a brandy glass. After a few seconds, he looks up, before feigning surprise at the presence of the camera.
Cassius Reed: Oh, damn people, Cassius didn’t see yo’ there. Welcome to Cassius’…
Cassius looks around him, and shrugs.
Cassius Reed: … corporate sponsored video studio. HIT IT!
Pyros explode on the wall behind him, and a banner unfurls behind him, the LAZERADE! logo emblazoned across it. He snaps the book shut throwing it over his shoulder as he leans forward in his seat.
Cassius Reed: Now, what Cassius should be doing is talkin’ to yo’ all about how he’s gunna kick this Wicked J loser’s Faygo drinkin’, clown rap listenin’, hatchet gear wearin’ ass all the way back to Legend Valley, but damn bitches, Cassius ain’t got time to talk ‘bout that redneck clown wannabe loser. All yo’ all need to know is Cassius is going to step foot in that ring, and show every one of y’all just why he’s the better, blacker Reed brother.
Cassius quickly downs the LAZERADE! in his glass, before smashing the glass to the force as he stands.
Cassius Reed: You wanna know what Cassius has got time for? Talkin’ to yo’ all ‘bout LAZERADE! You cats know that this is the only Sports Drink brewed wit’ the power of mammajammin’ LAZERS? Like Chairface Chippendale used lazers to cut his name on the goddamn moon, LAZERADE! uses lazers to cut straight into yo’ rehydration centers, and juice you da funk up.
Cassius leaps off the chair, addressing the camera directly.
Cassius Reed: But wait, there’s more! Cassius has heard some of yo’ sayin’ “but Cassius, I don’t like sports drinks. It’s not for me”. You know what Cassius say to that? Cassius say “Shut it bitch, let a nigga finish talkin’.” LAZERADE! is the first sports drink with a flavour for everyone? Yo’ a college girl who likes strawberries? BAM! Strawberry LAZERADE! Yo’ a brother wanting a taste of the Caribbean? BAM! Cassius Crush™ LAZERADE! Yo’ a Swedish supermodel wanting to rehydrate between sex sessions? BAM! Lingonberry LAZERADE!, exclusive to IKEA! Yo’ an angry Japanese man who hates racists? BAM! Watermelon LAZERADE! Yo’ a White Girl? BAM! Pumpkin Spice LAZERADE!, available from September 1st! That’s right girls, a whole day befo’ Starbucks! Hell, even if yo’ a sorry ass Egyptian washed up MMA star? BAM! Sour Grape LAZERADE!, ready to be salted by yo’ own sorry tears.
Cassius takes the bottle of LAZERADE!, and holds it above his head.
Cassius Reed: If you don’t believe Cassius, then see it in action! See the unadulterated power of LAZERADE! Monday night, when the ONLY wrestler officially powered and sponsored by the power of LAZERADE! shows you exactly what the liquidized power of lazers is capable of, BITCHES!
Cassius sticks his tongue out, as two tall showers of sparks burst into life beside him, the LAZERADE still held high, as a trio of scantily clad cheerleaders cartwheel into view behind him, before performing a human pyramid. After a few moments, the image fades to black, before the Looney Tunes circles reappears, with the Chibi Cassius hanging out of the circle, bottle of LAZERADE! in hand.
Chibi Cassius: LAZERADE! BUY IT, BITCHES!
