Post by Clint Zellor on Apr 4, 2007 0:07:37 GMT -5
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Back in the States!"
[The scene opens to a view of a clear blue sky, we then pan down slightly to reveal a small neighborhood, lined on both streets with townhouses. The streets aren't kept in the best condition, but then again, neither are the sidewalks, or, for that matter, the houses.. To be honest.. this is a bit of a dump. We then see, Clint and Papa standing on the porch of one of the nicer townhouses.. the wood is only slightly dry-rotted, and the pale green paint of the house is only slightly chipping off..Clint is dressed in jean shorts, with his black tank top, and black and blue Nike Air Force One's. Papa is still wearing leisure suits, this one is all black.]
Clint: What ya think pops?
Papa: Just--lovely..
[Clint swings open the old screen door to a vast amount of freshly painted white walls, with simple gray carpeting. To the left is the entrance to the living room, to the right is the bathroom, and directly ahead is a short hallway to the kitchen. Clint opts for the living room first, looking around, as if there is actually something to look around at. He makes his way from the living room to a dining room, then into the kitchen, which still have a stove and a refrigerator, he then ventures into the den, complete with a fireplace a short staircase to the second story. Clint then returns, noticing that his father is nowhere to be seen. He goes back outside to see Papa sitting on the old rocking chair, with a bottle of "Peaches and Cream" Md 20/20. Apparently, Clint and Papa have let the Sole Survivor incident slide behind them as they try to start a new life here in North Carolina.]
Clint: This is gonna be sweet. Ya'know, I do feel kinda bad 'bout liein ta Stone like that though.
Papa: He--be--alright.
[Papa takes a swig of the MD 20/20 and wipes his mouth dry.]
Clint: Ya right pops. He know what he doin up there in Canada. Thank god we got outta there... I ain't hardly made for the cold.. This much more my kinda weather.. Even Staten Island was cold..
[Seeing that Pops is trying to enjoy the nice weather, Clint decides to hop off the porch and go to the van, he swings open the back doors and begins pulling boxes and bringing them into the house. About an hour later, a U-Haul truck comes screetching up to the house, and swings, back first into the parking space. Out hops a stocky black man, about 25 years old, he has his hair 'corn-rowed' and is wearing a similar attire to Clint. Clint, goes to great the man, with Pops sleeping in the recliner now.]
Clint: What Up Tre?
Tre: 30 bucks homeslice.
[Clint snorts at that amount, but takes his wallet out and gives Tre a 20 and a 10 ...IN AMERICAN BABY!!! Tre folds the bills and stuffs them in his pocket.]
Clint: Thanks fo' that Tre.
Tre: Ain't no thang man. See Pops got settled in already?
Clint: Out like a damn light. Wanna help me wit, this stuff so I can git done and out on tha town tonight?
Tre: Yeah, I gots ta show ya 'round here anyway...
[Clint climbs into the truck, as the scene comes to a fade.....]
________1 hour later_______________
[Everything is now inside the house, the beds taken up stairs and the recliners and the Tv set up in the living room, other then that, nothing else is situated, as most of the boxes are in the den. Papa is in the kitchen, cookin himself up some Spam. Clint trotts down the stairs in the den, and enters the kitchen, wearin a black T-shirt, and jeans with tan boots. His once famous 'Fro is clean shaven off his head, now leaving a rather nice shape-up, and a little goatee.]
Papa: You--Look--Sharp.
Clint: Damn right I do pops! Im stylin up in the N.C! God, can't wait ta git wrestlin down here. New chance.. New place.. Somewhere the fans actually gonna respect me.. Damn them Canucks Pops!
Papa: Damn--em--to--hell.
[Outside of the house, a loud **BEEEP BEEEP** is heard, telling Clint, Tre is here..Clint walks outta the kitchen and out the front door, stepping down the two steps and jogging to the car, a black 1970's Cadilac with Dayton rims and a bumpin system! Clint swings open the passenger side door and hops in, shuting the door behind him as the car spins off.]
Tre: So what you be doin down here?
Clint: I ain't tell ya?
Tre: Nah..
Clint: I'm wrestlin for this new company.. REBEL PRO..
Tre: Why you be wrestlin for a place called Rebel Pro? Sounds like they gonna hang peeps like us!
Clint: Nah man, it ain't like that.. They ain't into hangin and lynchin. Just 'bout the wrestlin here brah.
Tre: Guess Canada wasn't yo bag.
Clint: Yeah, you right 'bout that. Too cold, and too many memories to continue in that place. I just regret lyin to my half bro like I did.
Tre: I'm sure ya'll talk about it sooner or later brah, ain't like ya'll can hate each other forever ya know?
Clint: True that...
[Tre, pulls out a pack of black and milds from his pocket and gives Clint one. Clint takes the lighter from him and lights the cigar up, puffing it so it doesn't go out. Tre then lights his.. as they enter the city of Raleigh.]
Clint: This the city where I'll be wrestlin.
Tre: Fo'sho!
[For those of you not understanding the 'ebonic' langauge, "Fo'Sho" is slang for the term "For Sure".]
Clint: Yeah brah, this the place Ima call home for a while.
Tre: So who you wrestlin?
Clint: About four or five folks. Battle Royal.. Half of which are from the NAPW.. Only other people not from NAPW is me, Assman and Modo Whoa!
Tre: Assman and Modo Whoa?
Clint: No...Modo WHOA!
Tre: Who else?
Clint: Cataclysm and "The Show" Chad Kurtis, and Santiago and Saiki.
Tre: You know any of em?
Clint: I beat Chad, Santiago and Saiki in NAPW.. Don't got a damn clue bout Cat though.. All I know about Modo is he never takes his mask off, and Assman, is a pervert.
Tre: What's this big ol' match for?
Clint: Winner git a shot at the Carolina's title. Or somethin like that. I don't pay no attention to the stips.
Tre: This yo, first match for this company?
Clint: Damn straight. Just ashame... Ima have to beat New Generation again, then Chad.. Then Catty and Assman and Modo..
Tre: Why that ashame? Ya gotsta do what ya need ta do ta get ahead right?
Clint: True. You is right Tre...
[The car stops off at a corner in downtown Raleigh, waiting for the light to turn green.]
Tre: So ima see you after the show.. a winner right?
Clint: Im a bull, Tre... Bull's never lose!
[With that, the scene comes to an end...]
[The scene opens to a view of a clear blue sky, we then pan down slightly to reveal a small neighborhood, lined on both streets with townhouses. The streets aren't kept in the best condition, but then again, neither are the sidewalks, or, for that matter, the houses.. To be honest.. this is a bit of a dump. We then see, Clint and Papa standing on the porch of one of the nicer townhouses.. the wood is only slightly dry-rotted, and the pale green paint of the house is only slightly chipping off..Clint is dressed in jean shorts, with his black tank top, and black and blue Nike Air Force One's. Papa is still wearing leisure suits, this one is all black.]
Clint: What ya think pops?
Papa: Just--lovely..
[Clint swings open the old screen door to a vast amount of freshly painted white walls, with simple gray carpeting. To the left is the entrance to the living room, to the right is the bathroom, and directly ahead is a short hallway to the kitchen. Clint opts for the living room first, looking around, as if there is actually something to look around at. He makes his way from the living room to a dining room, then into the kitchen, which still have a stove and a refrigerator, he then ventures into the den, complete with a fireplace a short staircase to the second story. Clint then returns, noticing that his father is nowhere to be seen. He goes back outside to see Papa sitting on the old rocking chair, with a bottle of "Peaches and Cream" Md 20/20. Apparently, Clint and Papa have let the Sole Survivor incident slide behind them as they try to start a new life here in North Carolina.]
Clint: This is gonna be sweet. Ya'know, I do feel kinda bad 'bout liein ta Stone like that though.
Papa: He--be--alright.
[Papa takes a swig of the MD 20/20 and wipes his mouth dry.]
Clint: Ya right pops. He know what he doin up there in Canada. Thank god we got outta there... I ain't hardly made for the cold.. This much more my kinda weather.. Even Staten Island was cold..
[Seeing that Pops is trying to enjoy the nice weather, Clint decides to hop off the porch and go to the van, he swings open the back doors and begins pulling boxes and bringing them into the house. About an hour later, a U-Haul truck comes screetching up to the house, and swings, back first into the parking space. Out hops a stocky black man, about 25 years old, he has his hair 'corn-rowed' and is wearing a similar attire to Clint. Clint, goes to great the man, with Pops sleeping in the recliner now.]
Clint: What Up Tre?
Tre: 30 bucks homeslice.
[Clint snorts at that amount, but takes his wallet out and gives Tre a 20 and a 10 ...IN AMERICAN BABY!!! Tre folds the bills and stuffs them in his pocket.]
Clint: Thanks fo' that Tre.
Tre: Ain't no thang man. See Pops got settled in already?
Clint: Out like a damn light. Wanna help me wit, this stuff so I can git done and out on tha town tonight?
Tre: Yeah, I gots ta show ya 'round here anyway...
[Clint climbs into the truck, as the scene comes to a fade.....]
________1 hour later_______________
[Everything is now inside the house, the beds taken up stairs and the recliners and the Tv set up in the living room, other then that, nothing else is situated, as most of the boxes are in the den. Papa is in the kitchen, cookin himself up some Spam. Clint trotts down the stairs in the den, and enters the kitchen, wearin a black T-shirt, and jeans with tan boots. His once famous 'Fro is clean shaven off his head, now leaving a rather nice shape-up, and a little goatee.]
Papa: You--Look--Sharp.
Clint: Damn right I do pops! Im stylin up in the N.C! God, can't wait ta git wrestlin down here. New chance.. New place.. Somewhere the fans actually gonna respect me.. Damn them Canucks Pops!
Papa: Damn--em--to--hell.
[Outside of the house, a loud **BEEEP BEEEP** is heard, telling Clint, Tre is here..Clint walks outta the kitchen and out the front door, stepping down the two steps and jogging to the car, a black 1970's Cadilac with Dayton rims and a bumpin system! Clint swings open the passenger side door and hops in, shuting the door behind him as the car spins off.]
Tre: So what you be doin down here?
Clint: I ain't tell ya?
Tre: Nah..
Clint: I'm wrestlin for this new company.. REBEL PRO..
Tre: Why you be wrestlin for a place called Rebel Pro? Sounds like they gonna hang peeps like us!
Clint: Nah man, it ain't like that.. They ain't into hangin and lynchin. Just 'bout the wrestlin here brah.
Tre: Guess Canada wasn't yo bag.
Clint: Yeah, you right 'bout that. Too cold, and too many memories to continue in that place. I just regret lyin to my half bro like I did.
Tre: I'm sure ya'll talk about it sooner or later brah, ain't like ya'll can hate each other forever ya know?
Clint: True that...
[Tre, pulls out a pack of black and milds from his pocket and gives Clint one. Clint takes the lighter from him and lights the cigar up, puffing it so it doesn't go out. Tre then lights his.. as they enter the city of Raleigh.]
Clint: This the city where I'll be wrestlin.
Tre: Fo'sho!
[For those of you not understanding the 'ebonic' langauge, "Fo'Sho" is slang for the term "For Sure".]
Clint: Yeah brah, this the place Ima call home for a while.
Tre: So who you wrestlin?
Clint: About four or five folks. Battle Royal.. Half of which are from the NAPW.. Only other people not from NAPW is me, Assman and Modo Whoa!
Tre: Assman and Modo Whoa?
Clint: No...Modo WHOA!
Tre: Who else?
Clint: Cataclysm and "The Show" Chad Kurtis, and Santiago and Saiki.
Tre: You know any of em?
Clint: I beat Chad, Santiago and Saiki in NAPW.. Don't got a damn clue bout Cat though.. All I know about Modo is he never takes his mask off, and Assman, is a pervert.
Tre: What's this big ol' match for?
Clint: Winner git a shot at the Carolina's title. Or somethin like that. I don't pay no attention to the stips.
Tre: This yo, first match for this company?
Clint: Damn straight. Just ashame... Ima have to beat New Generation again, then Chad.. Then Catty and Assman and Modo..
Tre: Why that ashame? Ya gotsta do what ya need ta do ta get ahead right?
Clint: True. You is right Tre...
[The car stops off at a corner in downtown Raleigh, waiting for the light to turn green.]
Tre: So ima see you after the show.. a winner right?
Clint: Im a bull, Tre... Bull's never lose!
[With that, the scene comes to an end...]