Post by Reckoning on Aug 31, 2007 8:56:26 GMT -6
*An engine revs softly as the camera shows Reckoning and Chief Spin inside Chief Spin's car. It is a 2007 Hummer H3, with a custom black and yellow paint job. It backs up out of the parking spot slowly. Then it turns around towards the exit of the parking lot The camera switches to inside the car, where Reckoning and Chief Spin are talking.*
Reckoning: Take a left up here man.
Chief Spin: So where are we going?
Reckoning: My old training grounds, of course.
Chief Spin: Aight man, but we better watch out, that guy is here with a bigger crew, hell, a whole damn gang.
Reckoning: I don't really give a damn. If he shoots at me, I'll shoot back. If he kills me, whatever man, I aint fearful.
Chief Spin: Reck, I aint surprised you wrestle, you don't fear ****.
Reckoning: Well, think about it, why should we fear death? It happens to everybody! We all will die some day, so why not live life to the fullest?
Chief Spin: Shiiit, that's some good logic man, you are one cool mofo man.
Reckoning: Thanks man, I meant to ask you, how much dime you get to get THIS type of car? Oh, hey, take a left over here, and we'll be there.
Chief Spin: Ha ha, being a DJ gets great money, but I also do some street basketball.
Reckoning: Street ballin', eh?
Chief Spin: Yeah man, I got challenged one day, put a little money down, won a hundred dollars, now every game I win like 500 Gs!
Reckoning: Damn! Hey man, pull up here, this is it.
*The car stops at a small gym. It looks brand new, with shiny white and blue metallic paint on silver steel. Reckoning pops open the car door, and steps down, showing off a pair of black Timberlands. Reckoning looks at the gym. Chief spin steps out as well.*
Reckoning: Damn man, this place has CHANGED! It used to be this little brick building, now, ****, like me, it's become a big thriving business, while I've become a thriving wrestler.
Chief Spin: Who you facing again?
Reckoning: Some chump named John Anthony, a steroid freak the Tank and of course we can't forget everybody's family-friendly drinker Dr. Pepper. This episode is brought to you by the letter R for retarded! They have one thing in common: they wanna leave me down on the mat. Well I've got some damn news for y'all, I aint gettin' knocked out for some little punches, I aint gonna die on arrival, I aint gonna die from no barbed wire bats, ladders aint gonna do it either. You're gonna need to shoot me in the damn forehead to get me to lie down on the mat. You stupid bitches aint got nothing on me! I'm reckless, for y'all who speak espanol, I just said I'm temerario, Yeah I'm talking to you Blaze and all your damn family, first off, I didn't attack that punk bitch Wilbur Katina, I could give two ****s if I was fighting for this belt or for a damn dollah, it's a passion, I love to kick ass, and all of you guys' asses are getting kicked right out of the building. I'll pick it out like John Anthony did, he'll get killed with the Reckless Intent onto some barbed wire or some **** like that. Tank will get laid out by a shot from the ladder. I'll leave his ass bleeding on the mat, half dead. Dr. Pepper? I'll do the same to him, but I'll be pouring some Pepsi on them cuts, 'cause Dr. Pepper is for women and pussies like you! So get ready for a beat down you'll never forget! You'll look in the mirror, see those scars, see those bruises, and remember MY name. You'll have to tell your kids how you got publicly executed by none other then the R-E-C-K!
Chief Spin: Ha ha! That's the white gangsta I know. Yo man, let's go inside and train.
Reckoning: Ha ha, aight, but I won't be training yo.
Chief Spin: What?
Reckoning: I aint gonna need it man. I've been fighting long enough where I don't need to train my muscles. All I need to do is fight.
Chief Spin: Damn man, you seem intense.
Reckoning: Hell yeah! This is a chance for gold, the best I've gotten and silver, and that **** left my neck green ha ha!
Chief Spin: Ha ha, yeah, I was brought up the same man, I had nothing but the damn clothes on my back and the little grip I copped from pickpocketing. I hated being a thief, now I just take money from bad basketball players! HA!
Reckoning: Ha ha, well, let's head in man, you gotta train.
*Reckoning and Chief spin walk over to the gym. Reckoning opens the glass doors that are trimmed with white rubber. Reckoning walks in to a near empty gym. Standing there is a lone man in baggy gym shorts and a baggy Nike shirt. He is hitting a red Everlast punching bag bare fisted. He shows no sign of pain and keeps hitting the bag harder and harder, making it sway more and more. The man stops as Reckoning and Chief Spin come closer. He taps the man on the shoulder and he turns around. He has dark brown eyes and pure black hair. Sweat glistens and slowly drips from the man's forehead. His eyes widen when he sees Reckoning. He has a shocked look on his face, however it is unable to tell if it is in fear or happiness.*
Man Training: Reck?
Reckoning: Yeah Vince!
Vince: Man, it's been YEARS!
Reckoning: Too many, I last saw you when I was what? 15?
Vince: Yeah, then you started rapping at the clubs, I saw you bustin' those bitch rappers up, hell you even slapped my hand last week.
Reckoning: Damn, that crowd is so big, there coulda been a gorilla up in that crowd and I would've slapped his hand before noticing it.
*Vince and Reckoning laughs*
Vince: You mind rapping for me?
Reckoning: Sure, why not, I'll freestyle acapella ha ha!
Uh...yo...listen to this, I don't even have a mic but I'm still flowin'
These other rappers can't make it in the biz, they aint even showin'!
I'm the only white rapper that keeps the base loud and the beat goin'!
I think by now the whole damn world knows the name so I won't say,
Nah, I'll say it for y'all stuck in caves, I'm the one the only R-E-C-K!
I can rhyme, I can flow, I can do it all yo, with a style unique,
Time to talk about Tank, the stupid steroid poppin' freak.
What's he eight maybe nine feet in height?
Pf, this bitch still aint much of a fright!
I can kill the steroid idiot with my bare hands,
I'll leave you re-thinking your intensive care plans.
I'm gonna hit the finishing blow, and climb up to the belt,
Let me tell ya somethin' man, my punches leave a welt.
Next up is Doctah Pepper, the fattest man I've seen.
This bitch's clock is about to become clean!
You know what? I hate ugly retarded fat asses like you,
You should go back to McDonald's and order your number 2
And make sure to bite the burger and leave the taste for you to savor,
Because during our match the only taste for you will be a blood flavah!
Now next is the man who took me to the limit John Anthony,
I know when we face again, he won't be beating me!
But still he just got a break, he just got real lucky,
Well next week I'm back, it's the return of Chucky! HA HA!
All I gotta do is climb up them rungs of that twelve foot ladder,
Remember my name, 'cause it's the only one that will matter.
I hope it don't cost much to get my name engraved on that gold,
Get ready y'all, the story of a champion is getting ready to be told!
Vince: DAMN! THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!
Chief Spin: I'm used to that by now, he tears up the competition at the club I'm a disk jockey at.
Reckoning: Thanks guys, it's just what I'm thinking right now.
Vince: Anyway, what brings you to your old training grounds?
Reckoning: To train Chief Spin to wrestle.
Vince: Well, first of all, can he hit?
Reckoning: Chief, hit me!
Chief Spin: Nah man...
Reckoning: This is the start of the training, just hit me, I can take it.
*Chief Spin nods and cocks his fist, the muscles in his knuckles showing and the veins popping all over his right hand. He hits Reckoning hard in the jaw, knocking him to one knee. Reckoning stands back up and straightens his jaw.*
Vince: Yes, he can!
Reckoning: That's for damn sure, we don't need to train that. Now try a takedown on me Chief.
Chief Spin: A what?
Reckoning: A takedown, the most basic wrestling move. It started in amateur wrestling. Grab my leg and slam me down.
*Chief Spin nods and grabs and pulls at Reckoning's leg but Reckoning doesn't move.*
Reckoning: Nah, you gotta do it violently, then knock me over by the oth...
*Chief Spin kicks the other leg out from Reckoning and smiles.*
Chief Spin: I was an amateur wrestler Reck, I know how to do this. I just need basic training, lifting weights and that.
*Reckoning stands up.*
Reckoning: Alright, that's cool.
*The camera shows Reckoning, Chief Spin, and Vince walking over to the wight benches, talking. You can't hear them, and the camera slowly goes to black and fades away.*
Reckoning: Take a left up here man.
Chief Spin: So where are we going?
Reckoning: My old training grounds, of course.
Chief Spin: Aight man, but we better watch out, that guy is here with a bigger crew, hell, a whole damn gang.
Reckoning: I don't really give a damn. If he shoots at me, I'll shoot back. If he kills me, whatever man, I aint fearful.
Chief Spin: Reck, I aint surprised you wrestle, you don't fear ****.
Reckoning: Well, think about it, why should we fear death? It happens to everybody! We all will die some day, so why not live life to the fullest?
Chief Spin: Shiiit, that's some good logic man, you are one cool mofo man.
Reckoning: Thanks man, I meant to ask you, how much dime you get to get THIS type of car? Oh, hey, take a left over here, and we'll be there.
Chief Spin: Ha ha, being a DJ gets great money, but I also do some street basketball.
Reckoning: Street ballin', eh?
Chief Spin: Yeah man, I got challenged one day, put a little money down, won a hundred dollars, now every game I win like 500 Gs!
Reckoning: Damn! Hey man, pull up here, this is it.
*The car stops at a small gym. It looks brand new, with shiny white and blue metallic paint on silver steel. Reckoning pops open the car door, and steps down, showing off a pair of black Timberlands. Reckoning looks at the gym. Chief spin steps out as well.*
Reckoning: Damn man, this place has CHANGED! It used to be this little brick building, now, ****, like me, it's become a big thriving business, while I've become a thriving wrestler.
Chief Spin: Who you facing again?
Reckoning: Some chump named John Anthony, a steroid freak the Tank and of course we can't forget everybody's family-friendly drinker Dr. Pepper. This episode is brought to you by the letter R for retarded! They have one thing in common: they wanna leave me down on the mat. Well I've got some damn news for y'all, I aint gettin' knocked out for some little punches, I aint gonna die on arrival, I aint gonna die from no barbed wire bats, ladders aint gonna do it either. You're gonna need to shoot me in the damn forehead to get me to lie down on the mat. You stupid bitches aint got nothing on me! I'm reckless, for y'all who speak espanol, I just said I'm temerario, Yeah I'm talking to you Blaze and all your damn family, first off, I didn't attack that punk bitch Wilbur Katina, I could give two ****s if I was fighting for this belt or for a damn dollah, it's a passion, I love to kick ass, and all of you guys' asses are getting kicked right out of the building. I'll pick it out like John Anthony did, he'll get killed with the Reckless Intent onto some barbed wire or some **** like that. Tank will get laid out by a shot from the ladder. I'll leave his ass bleeding on the mat, half dead. Dr. Pepper? I'll do the same to him, but I'll be pouring some Pepsi on them cuts, 'cause Dr. Pepper is for women and pussies like you! So get ready for a beat down you'll never forget! You'll look in the mirror, see those scars, see those bruises, and remember MY name. You'll have to tell your kids how you got publicly executed by none other then the R-E-C-K!
Chief Spin: Ha ha! That's the white gangsta I know. Yo man, let's go inside and train.
Reckoning: Ha ha, aight, but I won't be training yo.
Chief Spin: What?
Reckoning: I aint gonna need it man. I've been fighting long enough where I don't need to train my muscles. All I need to do is fight.
Chief Spin: Damn man, you seem intense.
Reckoning: Hell yeah! This is a chance for gold, the best I've gotten and silver, and that **** left my neck green ha ha!
Chief Spin: Ha ha, yeah, I was brought up the same man, I had nothing but the damn clothes on my back and the little grip I copped from pickpocketing. I hated being a thief, now I just take money from bad basketball players! HA!
Reckoning: Ha ha, well, let's head in man, you gotta train.
*Reckoning and Chief spin walk over to the gym. Reckoning opens the glass doors that are trimmed with white rubber. Reckoning walks in to a near empty gym. Standing there is a lone man in baggy gym shorts and a baggy Nike shirt. He is hitting a red Everlast punching bag bare fisted. He shows no sign of pain and keeps hitting the bag harder and harder, making it sway more and more. The man stops as Reckoning and Chief Spin come closer. He taps the man on the shoulder and he turns around. He has dark brown eyes and pure black hair. Sweat glistens and slowly drips from the man's forehead. His eyes widen when he sees Reckoning. He has a shocked look on his face, however it is unable to tell if it is in fear or happiness.*
Man Training: Reck?
Reckoning: Yeah Vince!
Vince: Man, it's been YEARS!
Reckoning: Too many, I last saw you when I was what? 15?
Vince: Yeah, then you started rapping at the clubs, I saw you bustin' those bitch rappers up, hell you even slapped my hand last week.
Reckoning: Damn, that crowd is so big, there coulda been a gorilla up in that crowd and I would've slapped his hand before noticing it.
*Vince and Reckoning laughs*
Vince: You mind rapping for me?
Reckoning: Sure, why not, I'll freestyle acapella ha ha!
Uh...yo...listen to this, I don't even have a mic but I'm still flowin'
These other rappers can't make it in the biz, they aint even showin'!
I'm the only white rapper that keeps the base loud and the beat goin'!
I think by now the whole damn world knows the name so I won't say,
Nah, I'll say it for y'all stuck in caves, I'm the one the only R-E-C-K!
I can rhyme, I can flow, I can do it all yo, with a style unique,
Time to talk about Tank, the stupid steroid poppin' freak.
What's he eight maybe nine feet in height?
Pf, this bitch still aint much of a fright!
I can kill the steroid idiot with my bare hands,
I'll leave you re-thinking your intensive care plans.
I'm gonna hit the finishing blow, and climb up to the belt,
Let me tell ya somethin' man, my punches leave a welt.
Next up is Doctah Pepper, the fattest man I've seen.
This bitch's clock is about to become clean!
You know what? I hate ugly retarded fat asses like you,
You should go back to McDonald's and order your number 2
And make sure to bite the burger and leave the taste for you to savor,
Because during our match the only taste for you will be a blood flavah!
Now next is the man who took me to the limit John Anthony,
I know when we face again, he won't be beating me!
But still he just got a break, he just got real lucky,
Well next week I'm back, it's the return of Chucky! HA HA!
All I gotta do is climb up them rungs of that twelve foot ladder,
Remember my name, 'cause it's the only one that will matter.
I hope it don't cost much to get my name engraved on that gold,
Get ready y'all, the story of a champion is getting ready to be told!
Vince: DAMN! THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!
Chief Spin: I'm used to that by now, he tears up the competition at the club I'm a disk jockey at.
Reckoning: Thanks guys, it's just what I'm thinking right now.
Vince: Anyway, what brings you to your old training grounds?
Reckoning: To train Chief Spin to wrestle.
Vince: Well, first of all, can he hit?
Reckoning: Chief, hit me!
Chief Spin: Nah man...
Reckoning: This is the start of the training, just hit me, I can take it.
*Chief Spin nods and cocks his fist, the muscles in his knuckles showing and the veins popping all over his right hand. He hits Reckoning hard in the jaw, knocking him to one knee. Reckoning stands back up and straightens his jaw.*
Vince: Yes, he can!
Reckoning: That's for damn sure, we don't need to train that. Now try a takedown on me Chief.
Chief Spin: A what?
Reckoning: A takedown, the most basic wrestling move. It started in amateur wrestling. Grab my leg and slam me down.
*Chief Spin nods and grabs and pulls at Reckoning's leg but Reckoning doesn't move.*
Reckoning: Nah, you gotta do it violently, then knock me over by the oth...
*Chief Spin kicks the other leg out from Reckoning and smiles.*
Chief Spin: I was an amateur wrestler Reck, I know how to do this. I just need basic training, lifting weights and that.
*Reckoning stands up.*
Reckoning: Alright, that's cool.
*The camera shows Reckoning, Chief Spin, and Vince walking over to the wight benches, talking. You can't hear them, and the camera slowly goes to black and fades away.*
