The camera focuses outside of a large skyscraper building with a twisty avant garde structure in an undisclosed big city. It’s the early morning hours and the stars are still visible in the sky above. The camera travels quickly through the lobby of the building and up the elevator. The camera looks down at the glass bottom elevator and travels up to the top floor. The scene quickly fades into the bright neon yellow werkroom, decorated with crescent moon lights on the walls and planetary imagery. The neon orange WERK sign illuminates before the first queen enters.
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An ethereal beauty enters the werkroom in an outfit from Moschino’s 2015 Spring/Summer collection showing complete opulence. She wears a hot pink leather two piece outfit exposing her midriff with a matching belt running through it. Her crop top’s collar and pockets are lined with black leather to allow them to pop out from all the pink, while the trims of her mini skirt are also lined up with the same black leather. Her hair is styled in a high ponytail which cascades elegantly down her shoulders and back while she wears a bright pink and red cut crease on her eyes with a fierce cat eye with her carefully plucked and drawn eyebrows. Finally, she finishes the look with a bright pink leather purse with a stuffed pug perched on top, bright pink pumps and heart shaped glasses perched on top of her head.
The queen starts to let loose by seductively posing for the camera by grinding herself on the entrance door as though she were in a perfume commercial. She walks through the walkway before stopping at the centre of the room and placing her hand on her waist before muttering: “Howdy Howdy, time to get fucking rowdy.”
CASSANDRA: Hi my name is Cassandra, I’m forever beautiful with a heart and I’m from Sydney, Australia. Cassandra is pretty much what I can describe as a crazy Eurasian bitch on LSD, you know what I mean? She’s that girl but she isn’t that girl. Like she’s willing to try anything once.
“Hello?? Anyone home?” she says looking all across the empty werkroom. “I guess it makes sense to put the pretty one first so people don’t want to change the channel.” Cassandra flamboyantly makes her way over to a workstation right in the center of the room and plops down on a seat, waiting for her sisters to arrive.
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The next queen walks into the werkroom with her signature Raja-esque like walk. She walks in nude. Just kidding! She walks in a cute dress that is completely tight around her body. It is mesh black for the top of it, so that you can see her boob contour. It is a neckline that covers half the boobs and slightly goes down in the middle. It is completely gold from the boobs to the waist, where it starts a dripping effect into black. It ends mid-thigh. The mesh sleeves, only go slightly below her elbow, where she has gold stippling. She has straight black hair with a part on the right that reaches right below her boobs. She has long gold nails on, with a bracelet that is solid gold. She has a gold necklace that covers the neckline from the mesh to the skin. She has gold heels and a completely black clutch. Her makeup has gold glitter on her eyelids, and a bright gold highlight, with a nude brown lip.
She turns the corner walks in front and says, “I look stunning right?”
AURORA: Heyyyy! It’s Aurora Twilight, and I am back back back again to steal that crown.
Aurora walks over to Cassandra and greets her with open arms. Cassandra smiles at Aurora, but with a slightly timid demeanor. “I’m so glad you’re here,” Cassandra says with a stoic face while hugging her sister.
CASSANDRA: Don’t get me wrong, it’s great to see Aurora again. She was my sister on Second Chance. But Aurora is absolutely a force to be reckoned with. After all, she won Snatch Game, the challenge that I went home on. To say I’m nervous would be an understatement…
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An instrumental of “Sextasy” by the East Clubbers begins to play. The sound of high heels prancing on the floor is heard getting closer and closer to the doorway. Suddenly, a WOMAN shows up in the workroom as the other girls let out a few “Oh my gawd”’s and “what the fuck?!”’s. The intimidation is real. “Love me or hate me, just know you'll want to fuck me,” the queen says.
After a close inspection, viewers realize that she is a man, but an extremely snatched, feminine and well painted man. Her cheekbones are high, she has very big deep purple lips, minimalist makeup but very dark eye makeup. She’s basically what Trixie Mattel wishes she naturally looked like mixed with some Ashley from Rock of Love Bus.
She is wearing a very tight see-through fishnet catsuit, big fake 38DDs tiddies, a long brunette wig with a bang that almost hides her big beautiful dark eyes, black stripper knee high boots and she has a train made out of black whips attached around her hips. Her outfit is so revealing that half of her body is covered in blurs, but you can still tell that she has pasties with Carson Cresley’s and Russ Matthew’s faces on it respectively. She also has a necklace that says VAMP in capital letters. Long black nails can be seen as she slowly passes her hands on her sexy body from head to snatch while making audible orgasm sounds.
She abruptly goes on all fours and licks her right hand like a pussy, revealing a Nicki Minaj^tm ass. More screams can be heard from the other queens who are SHOOKED. She then gets up and starts walking towards the girls, you can tell her huge boobs are slowing her down, but she is still showing confidence and selling sex. Instead of stopping at the table, she passes the girls and goes straight to the mirror to check her hair for a good 30 seconds before saying Gorge! and playing with her pasties.
My sisters! We’ll be best of friends and so close to one another!! Unlike my knees.
SIR VING: My name is Sir Ving Cox, I’m 24 years old from Syracuse, New York originally, but I lived in Singapore, Dubai, Paris, Miami and Nantucket for … business. Ving is slang for a person who always flirts and is in the mood. Very me. And Cox is just my sugar daddy’s last name. I love how this is a very professional sounding name I can use at networking cocktails to introduce myself with confidence!
“What’s up fuckers!?” Sir Ving exclaims while jumping over to where Cassandra and Aurora are. Cassandra and Aurora look at Sir Ving with wide eyes.
“What season are you from? I don’t remember you...” Aurora asks curiously.
“I’m fresh meat baby. What did you think this was? Second Chance the redux?”
Aurora and Cassandra roll their eyes and whisper to each other in front of an unbothered Sir Ving, who is continuing to play with her pasties.
AURORA: This girl Sir Ving. She’s very interesting….
SIR VING: I may be one of the new girls, but I can say that I don’t see that as a hindrance. I’m ready to slay and show the world all I have to offer. The body queen of the season is here, bitches.
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The next queen walks into the workroom on her red leather above the knee boots that accompany her recreation of Grimes’ white and red lace dress with folds at its bottom; wearing a big red hair and three small white roses on the left side. Diane turns around to show the flow of the cape and does the pose Grimes is doing in this picture as a tribute and meows still doing the pose.DIANE: My name is Diane Oldman, I’m 20 years old from Colombia and I’m ready to just fucking kill it here I don't think there's much to say I just have a lot to show y'all.
“Wig I didn’t know Grimes was going to be here!” Sir Ving yells out in excitement.
“Birth! Oh my god I love Artangels!” Aurora says while nudging Cassandra, laughing at Sir Ving’s reaction to Diane’s entrance.
Cassandra: DIANE! AAAAA!
Diane: That’s right! It’s just me. I’m Diane. Diane Oldman. Nice to meet you all!
Diane makes her way over to Cassandra, her Dragula Season 3 sister, and gives her a big hug.
DIANE: I was detecting shade coming from Aurora and Sir Ving about my entrance look. What they don’t get is that this outfit says a lot about my personality, despite being a recreation. And bitch, I look damn good in it.
SIR VING: I’m feeling really confident. Because my look tonight is original and completely on brand for Sir Ving Cox. But Diane came out in a replica of Grimes’ outfit. Where’s the originality, sis? I thought the whole point was to stand out.
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From the entrance struts in the next queen. Instantly her energy and presence is palpable in the work room. She flashes a sly pouty smile and models her look for the queens.
She is in a loud playful costume. Primary colors clash and bounce in carefully blocked proportion. Her look is a sleeveless gabardine duster in the bright happy yellow of a rubber duck. The collar lays flat against the garment with a sharp angular flare. The red latch buttons all dangle unclipped. She gently tosses the sash to the side allowing the coat to fling open.
Underneath, a robin egg blue jumpsuit is impeccably tailored to her body. It shows her curvaceous figure with a neatly v-ed neck revealing just a peak of her breastplate. The sleeves extend out through the armless raincoat duster. The cuffs of which are pressed freshly to her wrists and secured with a shiny crimson button.
Filling out the look and accompanying the brilliant red accoutrements is a shining latex hat folded cleanly as if origami. It sits atop her head, contrasting sharply with her fierce straight black hair which rolls past her shoulders and lays down the back of the sunshine slicker. It’s choppiness and layers convey a sense of the punk energy radiating from her.
She bats her eyes to the camera, playing at being the demure diva. No one’s eyelashes are as long and velvety and hers. Her eye shadow is a puddle of soft blue which radiates into a vibrant yellow accent. Under her eyes, a soft fresh dusting of red gives her face a dangerous woman appeal. This is not child’s play. She’s no Paddington bear. She is here to win. ““If You think you’re snatching this crown… You’re tripping,” she says.
She suddenly drops in a duck walk and enters the room chopping the air with her fiercest vogue moves. She turns as if to death drop but instead flops lazily onto her back, kicking her feet wildly in the air. She laughs as she nearly loses a louboutin patent leather pump from her foot. She pulls herself back onto her feet and goes over to greet the new girls.
PORTIA: My name is Portia Bella Mushroom! I'm 26 years old, I'm from Los Angeles, California. And I'm a trip! My drag is funny and kitschy and I'm learning to elevate my own tackiness to make it Low Art. Word to John Waters. I’m here to snatch a crown, plain and simple. I've missed out on a couple now so I'm sprinting to this one from the start. You're not gonna catch me tripping.
Portia does her voguing arm motions, creating figure-8’s with her movements, while walking over towards the other girls with a gleeful smile on her face.
“You’re all so fucking gorgeous!!” Portia blurts out while checking the other girls out. “But none of you hold a candle to this beauty right here!”
DIANE: I’ve heard a lot about Portia. I know that she made it to the top 3 in Dragula Season 2. But there’s a reason why she didn’t win, and I’m going to find out what her weakness is.
AURORA: This Portia girl, she seems super fun. I can’t wait to get to know this bitch!
“What are you allergic to sis?” Diane mutters.
Portia, taken aback by Diane’s question, ostensibly laughs it off with an awkward air.
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The next queen enters slowly. You hear a heavy, lilting voice: "Meum nomen Del O'Ryan est", she chants. As she moves into view you see that she wears a toga made of white sheer fabric. "Et ego clarabo", she continues. She ceases walking and looks up; one hand stretches towards the empty space in front of her. Her voice swells "Carum, scio me diligis". Her eyes snap down towards the camera, pearly white contacts obscuring her pupils. "Ideo me adduxistis", she finishes. She chuckles lightly and tousles her hazel locks.
Del skips over to the other queens. Del wears a semi-sheer fabric which is wrapped into a toga’ this is belted with weaved brown leather. The loose garment leaves little to the imagination, Del's pale cream panties and bra are completely visible. As she bounds across the workroom her heavy golden bangles, choker and rings clink lightly. A slender neck-chain with an orthodox cross on it bounces up and down between her titties.DEL: My name is Del O'Ryan, and I'm here to make it clear. I know you love me, baby. That's why you brought me here. I am Del O'Ryan: a 19-year-old baby queen from Brisbane, Australia! My preferred hobbies include masturbation, translating sacred texts into Latin... and winning.
Del runs over to her new sisters, with her flowy toga trailing behind her in the air.
“Anyone got google translate? Does anyone know what the fuck ‘scio me diligis’ means? It sounds like a venereal disease,” Sir Ving mutters.
“Sis it’s Latin,” Del explains, “it’s Latin for you’re going home first.”
The other queens holler at Del’s response to Sir Ving, and Cassandra goes to high five Del.
DIANE: Del seems really cool and has a very quick wit. I can really see us getting along. Plus she came for Sir Ving which is a toot from me.
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The next queen stomps into the werkroom with a modernist but commanding runway walk. Her entrance look is both inspired by modern streetwear styles and classic drag, starting with a pair of large, wide leg white trousers covered in light teal and mustard yellow paint splats, they are comically large with the end of the trousers touching the floor. The end of her shoes are see-though, they are a pair of white stilettos. The top half is a shapeless ball of fur and ostrich feathers, looking as if it is a feather boa that she has wrapped herself in. (i.e monique hearts finale look) in a rich mustard yellow that matches yellow on the trousers, her arms are painted a pale white with yellow and blue pop art paint splats painted on .
The makeup is where it starts to get interesting, Diana’s face is painted and countured very pale, with a good farrah moan dose of highlighter. She has a yellow nosebleed spilling from my nose, the lips are in a similar teal to the teal on the trousers and my eyes have a sharp cat eye surrounded by teal glitter. She wears a yellow tinted visor over her eyes but with the black part being white. The hair is a blond marcel wave on the left side, this ends at about shoulder length and is very voluptuous.
As the queen gets through the door she tears the fur top away, to reveal a yellow, turtleneck bodysuit with the arms cut away. It’s semi transparent and studded with aquamarine crystals, due to its transparency you can see her nipples, playing with the idea of androgyny. She stands there glancing at the other hoes in the room and just fucking burps. She then turns around and says in a deadpan, thick Scottish accent “I’ll rattle yer cunt across the flare if ye arny careful”.
DIANA: I’m Diana Forrest, I’m 17 and I’m from Edinburgh, Scotland. My drag is very much a mixture of high fashion and pure camp. A lot of the girls here might underestimate me because I’m not established here but you know what, fuck that. I’m here to show that I’m a fucking winner.
“Hi sisters!” she says as she goes to hug each of the girls.
“How you feeling sis?” Portia asks.“I feel so lucky and blessed to be here. It’s also a very bittersweet moment considering that I’m going to have to send all you heaux home one by one,” Diana states as a matter of fact.
DIANE: Diana is cute… She came in burping. Dianes and Dianas are supposed to be classy and divine. She’s a disgrace to my namesake. But I’ll give it to her, her look is cute and I’m living for her yellow nosebleed.
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A sudden thunderclap changes the mood of the workroom.The music shifts into the eerie, supernatural tones of a theremin – the spooky instrument announcing the arrival of yet another queen. The first thing we see of her is a close up of her chunky, platform heels as she sweeps into the room. The white satin heels are stoned to within an inch of their lives, with the occasional pearl thrown into the mix. The jagged hem of a white sheet swishes about her slender calves.We’re treated to a wide-shot as a strikingly tall queen shrouded in a bedsheet ghost costume glides over to her mark on the studio floor. The cartoonish face consists of two pie-shaped eyes, and a gaping mouth. Each eye is triple-stacked with wispy 301 lashes. The Halloween-esque music continues as a gloved hand – acrylic nails adhered over the ruched satin, naturally – discretely slithers out from a fold in the sheet and grabs onto the fabric tightly.In one quick motion the ghost costume is whipped away, rippling through the air like a matador's cape, revealing the identity of the queen beneath it.The music immediately shifts into something fierce. It’s a cunty, royalty-free house track - Azealia Banks would have a field day.The queen stands with one leg cocked out, a hand on one tilted hip. She lifts her other hand, casually observing her acrylics, apparently oblivious to the rest of her seasons cast. Atop her head is a platinum blonde lace-front styled into a sleek ragtime bob with intricately placed clips and gelled finger waves. She looks like she could spit the rap verse from Lady Marmalade at any given moment.She’s dark skinned, the mid tones of her soft beat taking on a cafΓ© au lait hue. Her sharp cheekbones are dusted with a champagne highlighter that fades into the darker tones of her contour. Her plump lips are painted with a mulberry lacquer. A lone rhinestone sits to the right of her mouth like a flashy beauty spot. Rhinestones are dotted between her individually placed lower lashes, whilst a dab of the same champagne highlighter is placed over her amber lid and white inner corners. The whites of her eyes are barely visible through her voluminous lashes as she continues to squint at her nails.She flexes her fingers, each one stacked with diamond rings, her lithe wrists weighed down by sparkling Art Deco jewellery. On one hand she wears a knuckle duster that upon closer inspection, resembles a crown. A dazzling choker comprised of square-cut stones completely encircles her neck, the stones cascading in tiers across her flat, masculine chest. She wears a white satin bralette, which like most of the pieces she’s wearing, is rhinestoned to hell and back. Stones and beads hang from the hems, dangling over her ribs where one can see her original ‘WIN WIN HIGH HIGH HIGH WIN HIGH HIGH CROWN’ track record tattooed in a handwritten cursive.She glances up at the other queens, her eyes widening ever so slightly. Her white contacts are completely opaque, making her eyes resemble two pearls. Her brows are drawn darker and thinner than usual – arched like Marlene Dietrich – giving her a somewhat smug look.She points a single finger towards the queens before announcing rather abruptly: “You’re all cancelled.”She smiles and blows a kiss toward the girls in a typical Bombshell fashion. She turns her attention back to the camera, and works her angles for a moment, lifting a finger to her temple as she succumbs to a fashion headache.She turns on her heel, offering the camera a generous glimpse of her behind. She glances over her shoulder in an impish fashion, satisfied with her recent upgrades. White silk stockings cling to the barely-there curves of her long legs, leading up to a white satin garter belt that sits at the small of her waist. Beneath that she wears a g-string, leaving very little to the imagination. The lingerie provides a frame for her newly installed, perky, feminine ass. Dab in the middle of each cheek is a glittery nipple tassel, each of which begins to spin haphazardly as she starts to make her silicone clap for the camera.SMACAHOE: I’m Smacahoe, I’m 24, and I’m the baddest bitch alive. I might be Dragula’s current-fucking-reigning, but even then I’m always asking myself - ‘what’s stopping me from coming onto the race and letting the children have it?’ - and the answer was always the same: my implants hadn’t healed yet.Smacahoe looks over and sees the veteran queens staring at her, with their mouths open in disbelief. The new girls: Sir Ving, Diana and Del smile gleefully at Smacahoe, ready to greet their new sister.SMACAHOE: I’m seeing a lot of new faces, and I’m gonna need to lay out some cold. Hard. FACTS. Yes, I’m coming for crown number two. Yes, I’m thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. And no bitch, I didn’t eat that damn baby.
“Hi uglies,” Smac says with a slight smirk, giving a nod to the other girls.
“WHAT THE FUCK. Smac? Why are you here?” says Cassandra
“I’m here for round two, duh. I guess you could say I had a successful first run on season three of Dragula. So why not dip my toe in the ocean that is Rising Stars.”
AURORA: Okay this rigga morris. To have a show called Rising Stars and to have a bitch who already won a CROWN compete in it. Can someone do some research and find out if the Executive Producer’s parents are cousins? Because clearly something has to be wrong with their genetics to allow such a travesty.
The new queens approach Smacahoe as she comes closer to the group and give her a warm welcome, while the veterans keep their distance.
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Note: The post was too long have it not be split into two parts. Sue me.
Submitted September 19, 2018 at 02:52PM by devthefirecat https://ift.tt/2MKn56k
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