Post by nextgeneration on May 3, 2016 1:49:36 GMT -4
The scene opens with poppy music playing over a series of slow motion shots of Maxwell Silverhammer looking over his shoulder with a coy smile, gazing up from the ground demurely, laughing luxuriously whilst lounging and running his fingers through his hair as he gazes with the passion of a thousand suns into the camera lens. In glittering pink cursive script the name 'Next Generation of Beauty' appears across his face and then fades to black. When the tv screen blinks back to life Maxwell is sitting on a couch, dressed in a pink flower print dress and a long blonde wig with Envy and Ray sitting beside him. Envy is clad in a tight fitting latex school girl outfit and Ray is in a purple suit and matching boa. The entire room is decorated in bows, stuffed animals and cakes, the stereotypical idea every man has of a young girl's room.
"Oh my godzilla! Hey there cuties! It's me, Maxine Silverhammer, and my guests," he gestures theatrically, "Envy and Ray!" Envy offers up a double bird to the camera lens as it focuses in on them. The color commentator claps his hands together enthusiastically to show his support for the segment, throwing the feather boa over his shoulder and then giving the camera a playfully sassy look, "fierce!"
"Indeed Ray, indeed... " Maxine pauses thoughtfully, seeming to lose track of exactly what he is doing, picking up a nearby llama toy and making it prance merrily across the coffee table in front of them. The hardships of Mister Llama rock the Next Generation to his very core and brings a single salty tear to his eye as the old veteran feeds on the decorative grapes. Envy growls under her breath and elbows her idiot puppet back into reality, gesturing toward the camera to indicate he should continue with the show, "eh-hem. Today we are going to do a make up tutorial! War paint my partner lovingly titled 'Make up for the Beaten Bitch'."
Envy smiles and nods her head thoughtfully, giving Ray a playful pinch, resulting in a girlish squeak and flushed cheeks. The gay man laughs openly and slaps her on the shoulder, "you bitch!"
The Tyrannical Twat chuckles approvingly before turning in her seat, grabbing a small vial off of the coffee table and then addressing the audience, "Thank you little bitch. In order to create this look, first you must apply foundation. It's called rhetoric by village idiot. Some dags love this shite... but if you use it too much it will go to your head and get your arse beat."
"You kinda want to just slap it on there," Envy emphasizes her point by proceeding to dip her fingers into the foundation and then slapping Maxwell right in his unsuspecting mug.
"Ack! Aahh... It feels so good to be slapped in the face by village idiot's rhetoric!" Maxine's eyes roll back in their sockets dramatically and Ray is too slow to stop the tiny laughter that unexpectedly slips past his lips. On the other hand, Envy manages to maintain a straight face and even turns to give the camera a splendid infomercial smile and thumbs up before returning her attention to Maxwell's noggin.
"Next is blush. It's called delusional pisshead. It's a great for building an imaginary wrestling empire in your head without having raised a finger," she piles the blush on until his cheeks are glowing, "remember to apply liberally as any fading will shatter your sensitive psyche."
"Wow! I feel so accomplished!"
The verdant vixen then plucks another item from the table top and dips her finger inside, "We're going to crack into the eye shadow now... it's called 'experience?... pffft'. Who really needs experience after all... Like... In matches, beating other contenders in a contest of strength, and a precedence of greatness," Envy laughs condescendingly and shakes her head as if to hold an idea such as this is completely naive and illogical. She deposits the shadow back in its place and retrieves yet another, "The next color is entitlement. It's a purple hue exclusively made for those inherently deserving of privilege and special treatment. Who has time for working your way up the latter when you're clearly too awesome to bother earning the fear and respect of your peers? Am I right!?! Hahahaha!" Ray and Maxwell laugh more out of nervousness and fear as Envy continues on in her eerily cheery tone and smile that grows more manic as the tutorial carries on.
"Finally lipstick, my favourite shade, it's called 'For Boys Only'- Which is strange because pink is a girl's color-Hahahaha! And you're just going to pile that on there.. purse your lips to drive home the fact that you're a woman, an object, you're sexy, your mouth is for blowing, and you're a wrestler..." Maxwell gets really into his roll, puffing out his chest, rolling back his hips and making sweet love to the camera with his hideously painted face, "good, but look like you've got a secret... liike... you're a woman in a male dominated field just trying to achieve notoriety. What I like to do is just take a deep breath, " Envy breathes in deeply, "and imagine myself as the type of person that believes that women just can't do certain jobs... And the look just kinda comes together. Ya know?"
"Indeed Envy... Indeed. Well! That's all the time we have for today cuties! Thank you for stopping by and don't forget to subscribe to my channel at MaxineSparklePonyButtStallion88! Thank you Envy and thank you Ray for coming to be on my show. Byeeeee!" All three of them grin and wave vigorously as the scene fades and returns to slow motion cuts of Maxwell doing glamour poses with the ridiculous tutorial make up on his face.
EOT.
"Oh my godzilla! Hey there cuties! It's me, Maxine Silverhammer, and my guests," he gestures theatrically, "Envy and Ray!" Envy offers up a double bird to the camera lens as it focuses in on them. The color commentator claps his hands together enthusiastically to show his support for the segment, throwing the feather boa over his shoulder and then giving the camera a playfully sassy look, "fierce!"
"Indeed Ray, indeed... " Maxine pauses thoughtfully, seeming to lose track of exactly what he is doing, picking up a nearby llama toy and making it prance merrily across the coffee table in front of them. The hardships of Mister Llama rock the Next Generation to his very core and brings a single salty tear to his eye as the old veteran feeds on the decorative grapes. Envy growls under her breath and elbows her idiot puppet back into reality, gesturing toward the camera to indicate he should continue with the show, "eh-hem. Today we are going to do a make up tutorial! War paint my partner lovingly titled 'Make up for the Beaten Bitch'."
Envy smiles and nods her head thoughtfully, giving Ray a playful pinch, resulting in a girlish squeak and flushed cheeks. The gay man laughs openly and slaps her on the shoulder, "you bitch!"
The Tyrannical Twat chuckles approvingly before turning in her seat, grabbing a small vial off of the coffee table and then addressing the audience, "Thank you little bitch. In order to create this look, first you must apply foundation. It's called rhetoric by village idiot. Some dags love this shite... but if you use it too much it will go to your head and get your arse beat."
"You kinda want to just slap it on there," Envy emphasizes her point by proceeding to dip her fingers into the foundation and then slapping Maxwell right in his unsuspecting mug.
"Ack! Aahh... It feels so good to be slapped in the face by village idiot's rhetoric!" Maxine's eyes roll back in their sockets dramatically and Ray is too slow to stop the tiny laughter that unexpectedly slips past his lips. On the other hand, Envy manages to maintain a straight face and even turns to give the camera a splendid infomercial smile and thumbs up before returning her attention to Maxwell's noggin.
"Next is blush. It's called delusional pisshead. It's a great for building an imaginary wrestling empire in your head without having raised a finger," she piles the blush on until his cheeks are glowing, "remember to apply liberally as any fading will shatter your sensitive psyche."
"Wow! I feel so accomplished!"
The verdant vixen then plucks another item from the table top and dips her finger inside, "We're going to crack into the eye shadow now... it's called 'experience?... pffft'. Who really needs experience after all... Like... In matches, beating other contenders in a contest of strength, and a precedence of greatness," Envy laughs condescendingly and shakes her head as if to hold an idea such as this is completely naive and illogical. She deposits the shadow back in its place and retrieves yet another, "The next color is entitlement. It's a purple hue exclusively made for those inherently deserving of privilege and special treatment. Who has time for working your way up the latter when you're clearly too awesome to bother earning the fear and respect of your peers? Am I right!?! Hahahaha!" Ray and Maxwell laugh more out of nervousness and fear as Envy continues on in her eerily cheery tone and smile that grows more manic as the tutorial carries on.
"Finally lipstick, my favourite shade, it's called 'For Boys Only'- Which is strange because pink is a girl's color-Hahahaha! And you're just going to pile that on there.. purse your lips to drive home the fact that you're a woman, an object, you're sexy, your mouth is for blowing, and you're a wrestler..." Maxwell gets really into his roll, puffing out his chest, rolling back his hips and making sweet love to the camera with his hideously painted face, "good, but look like you've got a secret... liike... you're a woman in a male dominated field just trying to achieve notoriety. What I like to do is just take a deep breath, " Envy breathes in deeply, "and imagine myself as the type of person that believes that women just can't do certain jobs... And the look just kinda comes together. Ya know?"
"Indeed Envy... Indeed. Well! That's all the time we have for today cuties! Thank you for stopping by and don't forget to subscribe to my channel at MaxineSparklePonyButtStallion88! Thank you Envy and thank you Ray for coming to be on my show. Byeeeee!" All three of them grin and wave vigorously as the scene fades and returns to slow motion cuts of Maxwell doing glamour poses with the ridiculous tutorial make up on his face.
EOT.
