Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Jun 13, 2012 18:53:15 GMT -6
*We open in on Curtis D. Kanyon running around a track. GQ and Obsidian can be seen sitting on the lawn, watching CDK run around.*
Obsidian: It sure is nice out today.
GQ: Yeah.
Obsidian: Look at how great my all natural, one-hundred percent real tan is.
*GQ swipes a finger across Obsidian's forehead and the tan comes off.*
Obsidian: Hey!
*Obsidian rubs his forehead to even it back out. Curtis runs up to his boys.*
Curtis: Whoooo. Feeling good. Blood is pumping!
Obsidian: Getting prepped for Jackhammer, huh? That dude packs a wallop...I've heard.
Curtis: I know, I've faced him before.
Obsidian: Also, he's pretty insane. I mean, he thought he knew meee-yyy good friend, the Mexican sensation El Nacho Loco.
GQ: Don't you mean "Mehican?"
Obsidian: No, I don't speak Spanish. Anyway, you actually do have history with Jackhammer, and history of being insane, so I think you've got a good shot at going toe to toe with him.
Curtis: He has been a man possessed as of late, I will agree. Seemingly he has been made anew, more ferocious than ever before! I've been there, I get it. In fact, I myself am a new man. A man rebuilt in His name. A man here to set people on the right path. You see, the Lord puts people in our lives on purpose, so that we can help them succeed and become all He created them to be. Jack needs that help, and I have been put in his life to help him. He wants to be a new man? I will make him one, I will rip his sins off his soul, punch by glorious punch!
*Curtis cracks his knuckles.*
GQ: ...Yeah...you do that.
Obsidian: Want to play some soccer?
Curtis: I'm good.
GQ: Why soccer?
Obsidian: It'll be better for you and I to...be more in touch with a certain type of people. People that love soccer a lot. And have slightly darker skin. And eat burritos.
GQ: Fine, we'll play, just stop talking.
*Obsidian and GQ go onto the field with a soccer ball. Curtis bends down and grabs a bottle of water and his phone. He walks over to the nearby bleachers and sits down, texting. A shadow of a man crawls over him.*
Curtis: 'Scuse me, you're in my light...
*Curtis turns around.*
Curtis: Well I'll be, I haven't seen you in a long time!
? : It has been awhile foo!
*Curtis gets up and shakes hands with Mr. T!*
Curtis: What are you doing here?
Mr. T: I like to come here and train. Keep the blood pumpin'! Mr. T ain't no slouch!
Curtis: Hmmm, interesting. Small world.
Mr. T: He works in mysterious ways.
Curtis: Yes He does...wait...you know Him?
Mr. T: Of course. Why? Have you found the light?
Curtis: Just recently, He spoke to me. He told me what he wants of me, and I'm trying but it's tough. I'm to use my talents to help people the only way I can, yet I still feel like my old self is fighting, wanting to fight for harms sake. For personal glory. I got Jackhammer this Sunday, and I want to just go out there and beat him into the mat, stand over his bloody carcass with my fists held high, and screaming how awesome I am to the entire audience. But I know now how wrong that is. I know that I must beat him down and humble him, in His name, and help Jack to realize his erroneous ways. I'm trying T, I'm trying. You can't understand how hard this is. It goes against everything I've known!
Mr. T: Let me tell ya Curt, I do know. Mr. T wasn't always the sweet talkin', mamma respectin', no nonsense kinda guy you see before you today! I grew up on the mean streets. I saw people playing hooky, doing drugs, stealin', and other nefarious deeds. Being on the street, I had to learn the ways of the street. But let me tell you, I heard the Word myself. I started livin' a better life. People told me I was stupid, people mocked me, people told me if I wasn't with them I was against them. But sucka, I stood my ground! Look at me now! I'm blessed with what I got. Let me tell ya, all this gold around my neck, the first necklace...the longest I worn, it's a symbol of Him, and it will always be there. Tell me, it may be against what you know. But do you feel better? Do you feel more complete!
Curtis: Well...yeah...I guess I kind of do.
Mr. T: Thy faith hath made thee whole. Have faith Curtis, cos if you have faith, there's hope for everyone else. Even that foo Jackhamma!
Curtis: You know what, you're right! Thanks Mr. T!
Mr. T: Damn right I'm right! I pity the foo that don't listen to Mr. T!
Curtis: Hey, let me get the guys over, we'll go out for burgers.
*Curtis runs to the end of the bleachers.*
Curtis: Hey guys! Look who I ran into! Let's all get lunch!
GQ: Who'd you run into?
Curtis: I ran into Mist--
*Curtis turns around and points at Mr. T, only he's gone!*
Curtis: He was just...um...nevermind.
Obsidian: Can we still get that lunch?
Curtis: Sure.
GQ: That was weird.
*The scene fades.*
Obsidian: It sure is nice out today.
GQ: Yeah.
Obsidian: Look at how great my all natural, one-hundred percent real tan is.
*GQ swipes a finger across Obsidian's forehead and the tan comes off.*
Obsidian: Hey!
*Obsidian rubs his forehead to even it back out. Curtis runs up to his boys.*
Curtis: Whoooo. Feeling good. Blood is pumping!
Obsidian: Getting prepped for Jackhammer, huh? That dude packs a wallop...I've heard.
Curtis: I know, I've faced him before.
Obsidian: Also, he's pretty insane. I mean, he thought he knew meee-yyy good friend, the Mexican sensation El Nacho Loco.
GQ: Don't you mean "Mehican?"
Obsidian: No, I don't speak Spanish. Anyway, you actually do have history with Jackhammer, and history of being insane, so I think you've got a good shot at going toe to toe with him.
Curtis: He has been a man possessed as of late, I will agree. Seemingly he has been made anew, more ferocious than ever before! I've been there, I get it. In fact, I myself am a new man. A man rebuilt in His name. A man here to set people on the right path. You see, the Lord puts people in our lives on purpose, so that we can help them succeed and become all He created them to be. Jack needs that help, and I have been put in his life to help him. He wants to be a new man? I will make him one, I will rip his sins off his soul, punch by glorious punch!
*Curtis cracks his knuckles.*
GQ: ...Yeah...you do that.
Obsidian: Want to play some soccer?
Curtis: I'm good.
GQ: Why soccer?
Obsidian: It'll be better for you and I to...be more in touch with a certain type of people. People that love soccer a lot. And have slightly darker skin. And eat burritos.
GQ: Fine, we'll play, just stop talking.
*Obsidian and GQ go onto the field with a soccer ball. Curtis bends down and grabs a bottle of water and his phone. He walks over to the nearby bleachers and sits down, texting. A shadow of a man crawls over him.*
Curtis: 'Scuse me, you're in my light...
*Curtis turns around.*
Curtis: Well I'll be, I haven't seen you in a long time!
? : It has been awhile foo!
*Curtis gets up and shakes hands with Mr. T!*
Curtis: What are you doing here?
Mr. T: I like to come here and train. Keep the blood pumpin'! Mr. T ain't no slouch!
Curtis: Hmmm, interesting. Small world.
Mr. T: He works in mysterious ways.
Curtis: Yes He does...wait...you know Him?
Mr. T: Of course. Why? Have you found the light?
Curtis: Just recently, He spoke to me. He told me what he wants of me, and I'm trying but it's tough. I'm to use my talents to help people the only way I can, yet I still feel like my old self is fighting, wanting to fight for harms sake. For personal glory. I got Jackhammer this Sunday, and I want to just go out there and beat him into the mat, stand over his bloody carcass with my fists held high, and screaming how awesome I am to the entire audience. But I know now how wrong that is. I know that I must beat him down and humble him, in His name, and help Jack to realize his erroneous ways. I'm trying T, I'm trying. You can't understand how hard this is. It goes against everything I've known!
Mr. T: Let me tell ya Curt, I do know. Mr. T wasn't always the sweet talkin', mamma respectin', no nonsense kinda guy you see before you today! I grew up on the mean streets. I saw people playing hooky, doing drugs, stealin', and other nefarious deeds. Being on the street, I had to learn the ways of the street. But let me tell you, I heard the Word myself. I started livin' a better life. People told me I was stupid, people mocked me, people told me if I wasn't with them I was against them. But sucka, I stood my ground! Look at me now! I'm blessed with what I got. Let me tell ya, all this gold around my neck, the first necklace...the longest I worn, it's a symbol of Him, and it will always be there. Tell me, it may be against what you know. But do you feel better? Do you feel more complete!
Curtis: Well...yeah...I guess I kind of do.
Mr. T: Thy faith hath made thee whole. Have faith Curtis, cos if you have faith, there's hope for everyone else. Even that foo Jackhamma!
Curtis: You know what, you're right! Thanks Mr. T!
Mr. T: Damn right I'm right! I pity the foo that don't listen to Mr. T!
Curtis: Hey, let me get the guys over, we'll go out for burgers.
*Curtis runs to the end of the bleachers.*
Curtis: Hey guys! Look who I ran into! Let's all get lunch!
GQ: Who'd you run into?
Curtis: I ran into Mist--
*Curtis turns around and points at Mr. T, only he's gone!*
Curtis: He was just...um...nevermind.
Obsidian: Can we still get that lunch?
Curtis: Sure.
GQ: That was weird.
*The scene fades.*
