Post by LeVine on May 24, 2017 23:26:35 GMT
The video starts with hundred dollar bills falling from the top of the screen, as it fills we hear the music starting.
Images quickly scroll of the vegas strip. Strippers, gambling, beautiful women walking down the street, fancy cars, and neon signs. The last image is simply a white limo pulling up and the camera sets in front of the main door. It opens up and Alex Costa walks out, he stands motionless for a few seconds before the song hits the one minute mark and the beat drops. He begins to walk forward and the camera begins to flash once again, this time each shot is a picture of Alex Costa on a white backdrop. The headshots turn into video as Alex's broth Erin walks onto the set of this "photo shoot" and continues to look back and forth between his brother and the camera.
"Alex, what are you doing?"
Alex is startled by the "sudden" appearance of his brother and literally jumps backwards at the sound of his voice.
"Erin! Why are you here?"
"Well I got a call from the owner saying that you booked us some promo time."
"Promo time?"
Erin simply gestures towards all of the cameramen and video equipment in front of the two of them. Alex seems genuinely confused.
"What about them, these are the photographers."
Erin stares blankly at his brother for a few seconds.
"The photographers, you know, for the modelling contract I signed yesterday. Dude, you were in the meeting."
"That meeting was for UKWF. The wrestling company."
"Wrestling company? Dude, no, if they were a wrestling company why would I give them my headshots."
Erin rests his face in the palm of his hands and lets out a long and exasperated sigh.
"They told you a thousand times that they didn't need your headshot. Why did you still give it to them."
"Well how would they know if they wanted to hire me to model if they didn't have my headshot."
"This isn't a modeling agency! Why would I be there to watch you sign a modelling contract."
"I mean I thought it was pretty weird for you to tag along, plus, you know I'm still not used to driving on the left."
"We're not here to model"
"Then why did they want my headshots?"
"They didn't!"
"So what are we here to do?"
"To shoot a debut promo. Can we do that now."
A voice from behind the camera speaks up.
"Actually, your brother used up all the promo time. You're gonna have to buy another session."
"I am going to kill you Alex."
"So... Should we scrap the footage."
"No! Just, just keep it. We can't afford to waste it."
Suddenly the footage cuts out, and instead of the extravagant intro, we get a very plain outro with white text:
Sin City Saints. Debuting soon.....
ish.
Images quickly scroll of the vegas strip. Strippers, gambling, beautiful women walking down the street, fancy cars, and neon signs. The last image is simply a white limo pulling up and the camera sets in front of the main door. It opens up and Alex Costa walks out, he stands motionless for a few seconds before the song hits the one minute mark and the beat drops. He begins to walk forward and the camera begins to flash once again, this time each shot is a picture of Alex Costa on a white backdrop. The headshots turn into video as Alex's broth Erin walks onto the set of this "photo shoot" and continues to look back and forth between his brother and the camera.
"Alex, what are you doing?"
Alex is startled by the "sudden" appearance of his brother and literally jumps backwards at the sound of his voice.
"Erin! Why are you here?"
"Well I got a call from the owner saying that you booked us some promo time."
"Promo time?"
Erin simply gestures towards all of the cameramen and video equipment in front of the two of them. Alex seems genuinely confused.
"What about them, these are the photographers."
Erin stares blankly at his brother for a few seconds.
"The photographers, you know, for the modelling contract I signed yesterday. Dude, you were in the meeting."
"That meeting was for UKWF. The wrestling company."
"Wrestling company? Dude, no, if they were a wrestling company why would I give them my headshots."
Erin rests his face in the palm of his hands and lets out a long and exasperated sigh.
"They told you a thousand times that they didn't need your headshot. Why did you still give it to them."
"Well how would they know if they wanted to hire me to model if they didn't have my headshot."
"This isn't a modeling agency! Why would I be there to watch you sign a modelling contract."
"I mean I thought it was pretty weird for you to tag along, plus, you know I'm still not used to driving on the left."
"We're not here to model"
"Then why did they want my headshots?"
"They didn't!"
"So what are we here to do?"
"To shoot a debut promo. Can we do that now."
A voice from behind the camera speaks up.
"Actually, your brother used up all the promo time. You're gonna have to buy another session."
"I am going to kill you Alex."
"So... Should we scrap the footage."
"No! Just, just keep it. We can't afford to waste it."
Suddenly the footage cuts out, and instead of the extravagant intro, we get a very plain outro with white text:
Sin City Saints. Debuting soon.....
ish.
