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"ONLY ON BTV"
-Fanfiction by RAVEgirl [RAVEgirl_669@hotmail.com]
-Bust-A-Groove and all characters are (c) 989 Studios, Avex Trax, Enix, Frame Graphics, and Metro
-Special thanks to Blue Dog and Girl Glycerine! =)
[Blue Dog's site: http://www.geocities.com/cyndrid/bustagroove.html]
[Girl Glycerine's website: http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/outlinez_bagz/]
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~Ch. 1: THE FIRST ALLIANCE
It had been about 5 minutes and three men had already banded together for survival. A camerman filmed their negotiations. They were three young men, about the same age, but pretty diverse. They each sat around a card table -- the black guy and white guy were busily smoking, and the man of unknown descent was boredly playing with his lower lip, his eyes half closed.
"Maybe we should name our new alliance," declared the black guy (Strike).
"The Homey Crew," said the man of unknown descent (Heat).
"What the Hell is that?" mumbled the white man (Hiro) around his cigarette.
"You should be in 'The Homo Crew'," Heat couldn't resist taunting the well-dressed, effeminate white man.
"Should not," Hiro protested with a slight frown on his face. He made a mental note to look up the word "homo" later.
"NO!" barked Strike. "I am not gonna be in 'The Homey Crew'."
"How about 'THA Homey Crew'," suggested Heat.
"That's the same exact name," pointed out Hiro.
"How about 'The 3 Homeys'," Heat said.
"Why does our alliance have to have the word 'homey' in it?" Strike said, annoyed. "Is it 'cuz I'm black? Is that it?"
"NO, it's 'cuz you're a gang member, but if being black helps, well BUYA!!" Heat yelled.
"OK, fine, we're the '3 Homeys'," Strike grumbled. "Forget it, it don't matter what's our alliance name. What matters is, who is the Head Homey. I nominate me."
"Nuh-uh," Heat said immediately.
Strike sighed, and cleared his throat. "It's like this -- " (He began rapping) "I get to be the leader for my guns and reputation, Heat can be the driver 'cuz he provides the transportation, and Hiro is our playboy who hooks us up with ladies through his self-glorification." Strike finished and sat back in his chair, while puffing on his smokeable, illegal substance (pot) that he's required to smoke because -- it's what people expect of him.
"It's no wonder why your rap album only sold 5 copies," Heat mumbled quietly into his gloved fist.
"The l-ladies?" Hiro repeated, fumbling his cigarette.
"I don't wanna be the 'Driver Homey'," Heat said. "If you get to be the 'Head Homey', and Hiro gets to be the 'Pimp Homey', I wanna be something cool!"
"P-pimp?" Hiro said.
Strike was getting increasingly agitated. "OK NEVER MIND!!! It don't MATTER what's the name of our alliance. It don't MATTER who's 'Head Homey'. What matters is that we wanna WIN this 'groove-tron' shit, a'ight?"
"Amen to that!" Heat cheered. The young man was acting childish and bouncing up and down in his chair.
Hiro said, "What you are meaning, 'we' win this? Only one of us can win."
Strike was silent. He and Hiro exchanged glares. Strike finally said, "We'll worry about that when we get to it."
"THREE HOME-EEZ, THREE HOME-EEZ, THREE HOME-EEZ!!" Heat was chanting while pumping his fist.
Strike and Hiro suddenly had a headache. They sighed in unison.
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Somewhere else . . . an eternally grinnin' man and a business-like woman were watching this exchange in a control/editing room setup that included about 50 different TV monitors. They honed in on the TV monitor that showed Strike, Heat, and Hiro.
"Ohhhhhhhh boy!" said the grinning man (James Suneoka) excitedly. He rubbed his hands together briskly and eagerly. "You see that? You see? They formed an alliance already!"
The business-like woman (a business-like woman) was barely impressed. "Excuse me, Mr. Suneoka, what's the point of this show again?"
"AUUUUUGH!" Suneoka screamed as if he'd been stabbed in the heart. "Don't you remember? The premise is simple -- each of the contestants is a skilled dancer. They all compete with each other for the mysterious prize -- the 'groove-tron' superpowers that are powered by the rhythms and passion of dancing!"
"Uh-huh," said the woman skeptically.
"Ohhh c'MON, you gotta believe me!" pleaded Suneoka. "The young people will tune in for the hip, funky dancing! The old people will tune in because they're old and watch TV all day. And, right here" -- he indicated the TV screen which showed the 3 Homeys -- "we got a black gangster guy, a white disco guy, and a, um . . . ."
He hesitated over the descent of Heat. "A breakdancer guy," he finished vaguely. "It hits ALL demographics!! The guys will wanna be like them, and the girls will love them! Aren't they deeeeeeelicious looking?"
"James are you gay," questioned the woman.
"And," continued James, ignoring the question, "if you let MEEEEE host the show, I guarantee you we will be raking in the biiiiiig buck-buck-bucks! KA-CHING!!!!" He made a motion like he was pulling the lever on a slot machine. "DING-DING-DING!!! JACKPOT!!!" He began making a siren noise with his mouth.
"I'm tired of listening to you," interrupted the businesswoman.
"So you don't like my idea?" James said, his face falling.
"No, I like the idea. You, however, annoy me."
"Fair enough!" James grinned.
"Hmm, 'Dancing Heroes'," the woman said to herself, savoring the sound of the TV show. "Dancing, music, and cutthroat competition."
"Don't forget groove-tron," Suneoka sang out.
"Yeah whatever. I like the idea of this show. A lot. We'll see about getting this on BTV."
"HURRAY!" James said. "This could be my ticket out of being McLoad!"
"Who's McLoad?"
"Nobody! Now let's watch our happy contestants some more!"
They turned their attention back to the TV monitors.
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"ONLY ON BTV"
-Fanfiction by RAVEgirl [RAVEgirl_669@hotmail.com]
-Bust-A-Groove and all characters are (c) 989 Studios, Avex Trax, Enix, Frame Graphics, and Metro
-Special thanks to Blue Dog and Girl Glycerine! =)
[Blue Dog's site: http://www.geocities.com/cyndrid/bustagroove.html]
[Girl Glycerine's website: http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/outlinez_bagz/]
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~Ch. 1: THE FIRST ALLIANCE
It had been about 5 minutes and three men had already banded together for survival. A camerman filmed their negotiations. They were three young men, about the same age, but pretty diverse. They each sat around a card table -- the black guy and white guy were busily smoking, and the man of unknown descent was boredly playing with his lower lip, his eyes half closed.
"Maybe we should name our new alliance," declared the black guy (Strike).
"The Homey Crew," said the man of unknown descent (Heat).
"What the Hell is that?" mumbled the white man (Hiro) around his cigarette.
"You should be in 'The Homo Crew'," Heat couldn't resist taunting the well-dressed, effeminate white man.
"Should not," Hiro protested with a slight frown on his face. He made a mental note to look up the word "homo" later.
"NO!" barked Strike. "I am not gonna be in 'The Homey Crew'."
"How about 'THA Homey Crew'," suggested Heat.
"That's the same exact name," pointed out Hiro.
"How about 'The 3 Homeys'," Heat said.
"Why does our alliance have to have the word 'homey' in it?" Strike said, annoyed. "Is it 'cuz I'm black? Is that it?"
"NO, it's 'cuz you're a gang member, but if being black helps, well BUYA!!" Heat yelled.
"OK, fine, we're the '3 Homeys'," Strike grumbled. "Forget it, it don't matter what's our alliance name. What matters is, who is the Head Homey. I nominate me."
"Nuh-uh," Heat said immediately.
Strike sighed, and cleared his throat. "It's like this -- " (He began rapping) "I get to be the leader for my guns and reputation, Heat can be the driver 'cuz he provides the transportation, and Hiro is our playboy who hooks us up with ladies through his self-glorification." Strike finished and sat back in his chair, while puffing on his smokeable, illegal substance (pot) that he's required to smoke because -- it's what people expect of him.
"It's no wonder why your rap album only sold 5 copies," Heat mumbled quietly into his gloved fist.
"The l-ladies?" Hiro repeated, fumbling his cigarette.
"I don't wanna be the 'Driver Homey'," Heat said. "If you get to be the 'Head Homey', and Hiro gets to be the 'Pimp Homey', I wanna be something cool!"
"P-pimp?" Hiro said.
Strike was getting increasingly agitated. "OK NEVER MIND!!! It don't MATTER what's the name of our alliance. It don't MATTER who's 'Head Homey'. What matters is that we wanna WIN this 'groove-tron' shit, a'ight?"
"Amen to that!" Heat cheered. The young man was acting childish and bouncing up and down in his chair.
Hiro said, "What you are meaning, 'we' win this? Only one of us can win."
Strike was silent. He and Hiro exchanged glares. Strike finally said, "We'll worry about that when we get to it."
"THREE HOME-EEZ, THREE HOME-EEZ, THREE HOME-EEZ!!" Heat was chanting while pumping his fist.
Strike and Hiro suddenly had a headache. They sighed in unison.
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Somewhere else . . . an eternally grinnin' man and a business-like woman were watching this exchange in a control/editing room setup that included about 50 different TV monitors. They honed in on the TV monitor that showed Strike, Heat, and Hiro.
"Ohhhhhhhh boy!" said the grinning man (James Suneoka) excitedly. He rubbed his hands together briskly and eagerly. "You see that? You see? They formed an alliance already!"
The business-like woman (a business-like woman) was barely impressed. "Excuse me, Mr. Suneoka, what's the point of this show again?"
"AUUUUUGH!" Suneoka screamed as if he'd been stabbed in the heart. "Don't you remember? The premise is simple -- each of the contestants is a skilled dancer. They all compete with each other for the mysterious prize -- the 'groove-tron' superpowers that are powered by the rhythms and passion of dancing!"
"Uh-huh," said the woman skeptically.
"Ohhh c'MON, you gotta believe me!" pleaded Suneoka. "The young people will tune in for the hip, funky dancing! The old people will tune in because they're old and watch TV all day. And, right here" -- he indicated the TV screen which showed the 3 Homeys -- "we got a black gangster guy, a white disco guy, and a, um . . . ."
He hesitated over the descent of Heat. "A breakdancer guy," he finished vaguely. "It hits ALL demographics!! The guys will wanna be like them, and the girls will love them! Aren't they deeeeeeelicious looking?"
"James are you gay," questioned the woman.
"And," continued James, ignoring the question, "if you let MEEEEE host the show, I guarantee you we will be raking in the biiiiiig buck-buck-bucks! KA-CHING!!!!" He made a motion like he was pulling the lever on a slot machine. "DING-DING-DING!!! JACKPOT!!!" He began making a siren noise with his mouth.
"I'm tired of listening to you," interrupted the businesswoman.
"So you don't like my idea?" James said, his face falling.
"No, I like the idea. You, however, annoy me."
"Fair enough!" James grinned.
"Hmm, 'Dancing Heroes'," the woman said to herself, savoring the sound of the TV show. "Dancing, music, and cutthroat competition."
"Don't forget groove-tron," Suneoka sang out.
"Yeah whatever. I like the idea of this show. A lot. We'll see about getting this on BTV."
"HURRAY!" James said. "This could be my ticket out of being McLoad!"
"Who's McLoad?"
"Nobody! Now let's watch our happy contestants some more!"
They turned their attention back to the TV monitors.
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