Post by Sublime on Apr 30, 2013 16:35:33 GMT -4
(A Silly Commercial)
The commercial opened in a backyard in Concord California. It was a warm summer night beyond compare; the perfect evening for a fiesta. Riotous laughter was heard between spurts of splashing water and clanging glasses. People clad in cocktail attire and bathing suits could be seen prancing about and mingling saucily with one another. Without warning the camera whipped to the side and focused on a pair of supple breasts clad in a barely there red bikini.
“She’s my cherry pie, cool drink of water such a sweet surprise. Tastes so good make a grown man cry, sweet cherry pie.”
All other noise was spontaneously smothered by the song Cherry Pie and time started to move like molasses. The lens drank in every inch of exposed flesh, lingering on intricate body art and tracing the scantily clad woman’s voluptuous form like a pair of hungry eyes. As she came into full view the minx was revealed to be none other than Bella Morte. The tattooed vixen flipped her hair dramatically, effectively ending the slow motion scene, and sauntered down the dimly lit walk way beside the pool with a beer clutched in her hand.
Unbeknownst to the fair haired beauty a mysterious figure stalked her every move. She took a seat in a cloudlike beanbag beside the pool. As she settled in the shadowy figure shimmied up the drain pipe a short distance away. The predator slinked across the roof top with his eyes trained on the minx below, narrowing on her position and propping himself in a crouch on the roofs edge.
Bella withdrew a bottle opener and popped the cap of her savory beverage. Just as she brought the rim of the bottle toward her expectant lips, the roof top stalker lunged forth to save his frothy companion. His body collided with the lumpy chair, sending Miss Morte into the air, and careening toward the pool.Kade Samuels leapt after his fallen comrade, his hand reaching out desperately as a tortured wail erupted from his chest. The two wrestlers connected with a giant splash, the diva holding her amber ale high above her head with her thumb hugged protectively over its mouth.
Bella Morte popped out of the water first and she released a peel of victorious laughter upon realizing she had managed to save her precious beer. Suddenly, The Rook sprang up beside her, sputtering and gazing about frantically. His eyes settled upon his beloved and before Bella could react; his hand lurched forward, clasping the top of the diva’s head. The Oakley native nonchalantly shoved the sopping woman under water with one hand whilst the other fought to attain his prize. Miss Morte swatted blindly at the offending limb struggling to swipe her frothy goodness. She gasped desperately for air as she bobbed in and out of the water. Finally, the rookie managed to pry the beverage from her slippery fingers and with a grin from ear to ear he brought the beer to his mouth. He opened his trap wide and reveled in the waterfall of booze that emptied into his yap. After the Oakley native devoured its innards, he released Bella from his hold and she immediately shot up with a mighty jab to the male wrestler’s bearded face. Saliva shot out of his lips at the force of the blow and Kade sank into the water with a gurgle.
“Never Hungry… Always Thirsty...”
The insignia for Ale Smith’s Evil Dead Red flashes on the screen.
EOT
The commercial opened in a backyard in Concord California. It was a warm summer night beyond compare; the perfect evening for a fiesta. Riotous laughter was heard between spurts of splashing water and clanging glasses. People clad in cocktail attire and bathing suits could be seen prancing about and mingling saucily with one another. Without warning the camera whipped to the side and focused on a pair of supple breasts clad in a barely there red bikini.
“She’s my cherry pie, cool drink of water such a sweet surprise. Tastes so good make a grown man cry, sweet cherry pie.”
All other noise was spontaneously smothered by the song Cherry Pie and time started to move like molasses. The lens drank in every inch of exposed flesh, lingering on intricate body art and tracing the scantily clad woman’s voluptuous form like a pair of hungry eyes. As she came into full view the minx was revealed to be none other than Bella Morte. The tattooed vixen flipped her hair dramatically, effectively ending the slow motion scene, and sauntered down the dimly lit walk way beside the pool with a beer clutched in her hand.
Unbeknownst to the fair haired beauty a mysterious figure stalked her every move. She took a seat in a cloudlike beanbag beside the pool. As she settled in the shadowy figure shimmied up the drain pipe a short distance away. The predator slinked across the roof top with his eyes trained on the minx below, narrowing on her position and propping himself in a crouch on the roofs edge.
Bella withdrew a bottle opener and popped the cap of her savory beverage. Just as she brought the rim of the bottle toward her expectant lips, the roof top stalker lunged forth to save his frothy companion. His body collided with the lumpy chair, sending Miss Morte into the air, and careening toward the pool.Kade Samuels leapt after his fallen comrade, his hand reaching out desperately as a tortured wail erupted from his chest. The two wrestlers connected with a giant splash, the diva holding her amber ale high above her head with her thumb hugged protectively over its mouth.
Bella Morte popped out of the water first and she released a peel of victorious laughter upon realizing she had managed to save her precious beer. Suddenly, The Rook sprang up beside her, sputtering and gazing about frantically. His eyes settled upon his beloved and before Bella could react; his hand lurched forward, clasping the top of the diva’s head. The Oakley native nonchalantly shoved the sopping woman under water with one hand whilst the other fought to attain his prize. Miss Morte swatted blindly at the offending limb struggling to swipe her frothy goodness. She gasped desperately for air as she bobbed in and out of the water. Finally, the rookie managed to pry the beverage from her slippery fingers and with a grin from ear to ear he brought the beer to his mouth. He opened his trap wide and reveled in the waterfall of booze that emptied into his yap. After the Oakley native devoured its innards, he released Bella from his hold and she immediately shot up with a mighty jab to the male wrestler’s bearded face. Saliva shot out of his lips at the force of the blow and Kade sank into the water with a gurgle.
“Never Hungry… Always Thirsty...”
The insignia for Ale Smith’s Evil Dead Red flashes on the screen.
EOT
