TROPICAL TURMOIL HYPE VIDEO

We Goin’ Out Tonight.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

A slow groove fills the air and two well known groups of people in board shorts and swimwear stand on opposite sides on La Jolla beach. The sun hangs in the air between both parties in a blue sky and waves roll in as tension cuts the air while “Weekend” by Mac Miller plays.   

As the trumpets play smoothly, two members of the parties step forward. On one side, Brandon Youngblood, on the other Tyler Adrian Best. Two sides of very different coins. TAB flashes a “hang loose” hand sign followed by a middle finger and Youngblood scowls in the way only he can.

Yo, now

I got a little bit of money fillin’ my pockets

Roll around like I run this shit

The scene shifts to C. Montgomery Byrnes with the Alias title over his shoulder sitting in a dark room with a single light. He looks up with a “the fuck you want?” glare and grips his belt a little closer. As the camera pans back, something scurries across the ground and he stomps down, leaving the carcass and guts of a cockroach behind.  

I got a system filled up with toxins

I’ve been broken-hearted, now it’s fuck that bitch

Abe Lipschitz turns to the camera with a fresh cup of Sanka and a sparkle in his eye in front of a giant aquarium. As he tugs on the bottom of his too-tight Rainbow Brite colored top, he pulls a phone out and begins texting a string of nonsense to Jabber while Shamu jumps in the air behind him.  

Getting high to deal with my problems

Fuckin’ bitches, gettin’ drunk as shit

Digital soldiers run through a hellscape laying down cover fire and moving forward tactically. The shot pans out to Eddie Cross feverishly running through a level with his keyboard and mouse. He finds his enemy and strafes around a corner to get the kill. 

But these bitches getting obnoxious

They nothin’ to me though, I love this shit

Tony walks flanked by GAS, and as he does they push people out of the way to allow him to stroll through a mass of tourists. Finally he turns to the mob and bows low, he then holds out his hand and says “Adore me.”  

Go long days, longer nights

Talk too much, the wrong advice

All the lights and call my life

Incense smoke fills the air and Sage Pontiff sits on the grass at the head of the botanical gardens of Balboa Park. Before him a slight ripple runs across the surface of a beautiful pond and the camera pans in on him as he opens his eyes with mysterious menace.   

Doctor, doctor, will you help me?

Get me healthy

Keep it low, this where hell be

The Ol’ Dopesmoker, Rezin, opens the trunk of a 66 Plymouth Fury from the inside and crawls out. He shakes his head and looks around, wondering where, when, and why he is. Finally he turns and sees the lights of PetCo Park and starts to amble toward his goal.  

Ain’t shit you can tell me now

Fuck this rap shit, bitch, I’m sellin’ out

Ooh shit, with my new bitch you jealous now

Smokin’ weed at the crib watching Belly now

The sun sets on Adam Ellis and Ginny Van Lear sitting on an outcrop at Mission Beach together. As the waves roll past them, a seagull flies too close and Ginny instinctively reaches for her sidearm as Adam holds up a hand and shakes a finger.

All the pain that they causin’

Like, fuck it, we ballin’

Now everythin’ straight

DJ Tristy Crispy Spins a turntable and lights flash behind him. Suddenly, the scene turns black and a light focuses on his face as the deep misguided eyes of Tristan-Crispin Gladhappy darken.

You feelin’ the feelin’

I’m chillin’, just livin’

I’m burnin’ away

PRIME’s history flashes with scenes of epic confrontations that explode into a million starlights and a ring of fire. Out of the middle steps Nova. He takes a drag off a cigarette, drops it to the ground and stomps it out before walking forward with purpose. 

Conversations we having

I’m getting too static

Too much on my plate

Lord, I need me a break

A blinding white light envelops the screen and from the center steps a glorious glittering figure. The Son of God himself holds his arms out in a crucifix and basks in the angelic glow while a halo of gold expands from behind his body. 

But I’ll be good by the weekend

I’ll be good by the weekend

Everything good by the weekend

Everything will be good by the weekend

(By the weekend)

Vince Howard: Aaaaaaaand now, it’s time for the maaaaaaain event of night one!

We goin’ out tonight

Yeah, we goin’ out tonight, fuck it

A hand turns over a bottle of glue and starts pouring it on the ground. As it builds up from the ground, it slowly takes the shape of Cecilworth Farthington. When the figure is fully formed, he looks at the camera and says one word: no.

We goin’ out tonight

Yeah, we goin’ out tonight (It’s a weekend)

Coral Avalon walks around a circular table filled with ghosts of his past, Sid Phillips, Joe Fontaine, etc. Each chair appears the same except one, which is adorned with a golden cup and the words “Siege Perilous.” Coral slides it out and sits down, then motions as if he is putting a crown on. 

We goin’ out tonight

Yeah, we goin’ out tonight (It’s the weekend)

Hayes Hanlon steps into the frame and pushes open a double door to a strip club. As he does the lights from inside bathe the screen and he disappears inside a bath of radiance and smoke.

I been having trouble sleepin’

Battlin’ these demons

A forklift rounds a corner in a warehouse and as it screeches to a stop, Jared Sykes jumps off the controls and onto the pallet held by the forks. Justine pushes a lever and as she does, the pallet raises toward the heavens.

Wonderin’ what’s the thing that keeps me breathin’

Is it money, fame or neither?

A large work boot stomps into mud in the ground and the camera pans upward, revealing Paxton Ray with several people standing between himself and Nora. He reveals a sinister smile and then cracks his knuckles before lashing out at the first person in his way. 

I been thinkin’ about the places that I frequent

All the people that I see

Shadows of a father, brothers and sister, and mother flicker around Nate Colton as he sits on the edge of a bed. He stands up and looks at the images before symbolically brushing off his shoulders as the shadows fade. 

I’m just out here livin’ decent

What do it mean to be a G?

Red light explodes and a T-34 Tank rolls down Mission Beach boardwalk. Ivan and Alexei ride on the tank and glare at the gobstruck Americans as they stare jaws agape at the Communists.  

Yeah

And all the time, we fall behind

Bitches in the concubine

I call her mine, crazy

The camera focuses on the memorial of the USS Midway Aircraft Carrier. As the colossal ship fills the screen, Cancer Jiles walks into frame and sneers as he pops his t-shades down to look at the ship.

She ain’t’ god as I

I make water wine

Pause in time

It’s common, they often hate me

A drone buzzes into the picture and flies through Old Town State Historic Park. It whizzes past several shops until it comes to a stop on the ground near a pair of very large feet. The camera pans up and finds Arthur Pleasant scowling. 

Never will I walk in line

I cross the T’s and dot the I’s

Wonderin’, well

The Anglo Luchador turns away from Old Point Loma Lighthouse and closes his eyes preparing for the fight to come. He reaches to his waist and brandishes a rapier before storming toward the camera.

Wonderin’ how I got this high

Fell asleep and forgot to die, goddamn

The camera turns to a runway and pans back to “The Model Citizen” Chandler Tsonda looking ageless in a well appointed suit and tie. He turns toward his good side and a million flashbulbs pop. 

I’m poppin’ them downers

And drinkin’ them powders, faded

Down the line of a buffet, Bobby Dean stands impatiently. His white robe billows and he grabs a plate in each hand as he instructs the line server to load him up twice. With extra mashed potatoes. Because life is always better with mashed potatoes.  

Get it over the counter

I’m stuck on the browsers

Like, how did I make it?

A mighty SKREEEEE pierces the air as The FDP soars into view. He leaps on a dune and spreads his wings wide. Suddenly a motorized scooter enters the frame and rolls up to him. Rocky leaps off the dune and kneels down to kiss the grandmother’s hand.

These bitches don’t know me

This shit is so lonely until she get naked

A tiger strolls confidently through its enclosure at the San Diego Zoo. The camera pans back and Jonathan-Cristopher Hall and Vickie hold hands watching the majestic feline rule the land below. 

Don’t even know what today is

But I’ll be good by the weekend

I’ll be good by the weekend

Everything good by the weekend

Everything will be good by the weekend

(By the weekend)

Are you ready? 

Mondays, I think of you

But I ain’t trippin’ on it

The PRIMEporium enters the view and Anna Daniels opens a box. The Muse reaches in and pulls out the Intense title before placing it around her waist and motioning for anyone who wants to risk their head to come.

Tuesdays, I’m hittin’

Gotta get my hands up on ya’

Flamberge sits on a stool tapping his feet in anticipation while his hands are being taped up to fight. His face is stone but beneath there is a tumultuous mix of emotions as he prepares to do battle.

Wednesdays, I’m lit wit’ you

You know you’re staying over

Tyler. Adrian. Mother. Fucking. Best. He’s risen faster than anyone thought he could, even with his pedigree… Can he do it one more time? A grim monolith stands between him and immortality as a PRIME Universal Champion. On one shoulder Lindsay Troy, on the other Lee Best. His head rises and his eyes flash devilishly. 

Thursdays, I’m sick of you

I got to get rid of you

Brandon Youngblood. The Diamond. The Alpha and Omega of the current iteration of PRIME. He has risen time and again to challenges. Broken noses, broken dreams, broken alliances. He’s seen it. He’s walked and been it. He has to literally hold off the progress of time and turn away the youth movement in PRIME for one more day. 

‘Cause Fridays are always the start of the time of my life

Alright

Back to La Jolla, from each side of the beach behind TAB and Youngblood, TAL and Arthur Pleasant charge at one another with a thunderous clash. Jared Sykes and Ivan rush into the fray followed by Eddie Cross and Tony Gamble. Adam Ellis, Nova, and Coral Avalon meet Sage Pontiff, C. Montgomery Byrnes, and Tristin-Crispin Gladhappy.

Rocky De Leon leaps through the air and planchas Nova while he grapples Hoyt Williams. Jonathan-Christopher Hall pulls the FDP from the pile as Cecilworth Farthington finds Coral Avalon in the fray. Rezin kicks sand in the face of Sage and they brawl while Abe Lipschitz shows up and tosses his Sanka at Byrnes.   

Nate Colton, Hayes Hanlon, and Chandler Tsonda crash into a group of Paxton Ray, Cancer Jiles, and Bobby Dean. As they battle back and forth on the beach, Anna Daniels and Flamberge trade blows with each more furious than the last. 

Finally, after all the combatants have entered the fray, Youngblood roars and charges to meet TAB in the middle of the fray as the camera pans up to a beautiful sunset. 

When I get faded you hate it

But, baby, it’s gon’ be alright

Haha, alright

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