Post by Reckoning on Aug 29, 2007 9:36:00 GMT -6
*Reckoning is standing in a dark room, lit only by a single flicker of light in a dieing flashlight. He walks out, revealing that he is in a club packed full of people, Reckoning walks on the stage to a huge applause Reckoning smiles and his eyes shine in the light. Reckoning is wearing a long red do-rag, a black wife beater, and baggy black jeans. He stands in front looking at the crowd. He runs and slaps all of their hands, getting the crowd pumped. The DJ is the same from the last time Reckoning was seen, as is the club, and even most of the crowd. Reckoning grabs a microphone.*
Reckoning: Yo! Yo! Yo! I don't need to be here right now, I could be rolling in a wrestling ring training, but **** THAT!
*The crowd cheers loudly, deafining even*
Reckoning: I don't need to train ****! I never lost! Somebody else did! So I don't need to train anything I did, hell, these people I'm facin' in the Pay Per View have nothing on me. We've got a fat ass guy who sucks down more than Dr. Pepper!
*The crowd laughs loudly*
Reckoning: Next we got the guy who failed to beat me last week John Anthony, this guy couldn't fight me if I got shot here tonight! The way he fights, it makes Ryan Seacrest look like MIKE F'N TYSON!
*The crowd is now laughing hysterically, others cheering, still making noise that rings even to the outside of the building. Reckoning slaps a few hands and begins to talk again*
Reckoning: Then we've got the 'huge steroid guy' Tank! This bastard is supposed to be scary? Then that must mean that Freddy Krueger is fear itself! I mean, damn! The only thing I'm scared about is him going into a 'roid rage and eating me!
*The crowd is now laughing extremely loud.*
Reckoning: Anyway, let's get this fool out here so I can school his ass!
*The crowd cheers and chants 'Reck! Reck! Reck!'. An average sized dark black man steps out, wearing a hat tipped slightly to the side. It says on it 'Keepin' It Gangsta'. The hat is black, and the text on it is white. His shirt is a dark green, near black even and has white and black tattoo style designs on it. He has tattoos on each arm, seemingly gang signs. He is wearing long, baggy, camouflage pants. He grabs a microphone from the DJ, Chief Spin. Chief Spin grabs another microphone and walks over, his tied up dread locks bouncing behind him.*
Chief Spin: Yo, yo, it's Chief Spin here, the one, the only, the white gangsta, Reckoning, is battling the kid we don't know about, the undiscovered treasure, Diamondz! Aight, Diamondz, I don't know how you do it in Philly, but down here the new guys gets the coin toss, and Reckoning has been here for years, so heads or tails?
Diamondz: Heads, just like the kind that are gonna roll all over this place!
Reckoning: And Tails for me kicking your ASS out the damn building!
Chief Spin: Woah! Some threats right there! Let's see if you're right newbie!
*Chief Spin flips the coin in the air and catches it and flips it once more onto his hand.*
Chief Spin: Heads it is! You're up kid!
*Diamondz puts the microphone up to his face and a beat starts to play over the speakers.*
Diamondz:
Yo! The name is Diamondz, I'm the new kid on the block,
This guy Reckoning is who I've gotta knock.
He's a legend on the mic, that's what I heard
But compared to me and Fear, he's a rookie, word.
*The crowd boos him loudly*
Diamondz:
Y'all Chi-town bitches can quiet down,
While I get my new crown!
I'm taking this 'legend' and giving him a loss,
Just like John Anthony did with that over the rope toss!
*Reckoning looks furiously at him, clenching his fist.*
Diamondz:
Don't get mad, it's nothing personal son,
But I've already got this battle won!
Bitch rappers like you seem pretty good, act pretty good, so we believe your good,
But then it's proved that they aint better than guys like me from the Philly hood!
*The crowd boos loudly*
Diamondz:
Yo let me finish up this rap before you boo me like crazy,
And I give the mic to little white daisy.
He's broke, and ready to choke, hell he's really just ready to croak!
Don't you need to leave to take steroids and get some crack to smoke?
* The crowd boos deafeningly, making it impossible to hear in the building. Chief Spin comes back out.*
Chief Spin: First off, good rapping, second off **** PHILLY! Thirdly, Reck, own his ass!
*Reckoning nods and looks at Diamondz. He slowly brings the mic up to his mouth and a different beat starts to play. The crowd cheers and chants 'Go! Go! Go!'*
Reckoning:
Seems like you don't like my hood for some strange reason,
Well **** you, it's time for some crowd PLEASIN'!
**** you, **** your crew, **** Philly and everyone there!
Now it's time for the day of Reckoning, it's time to tear!
*The crowd cheers wildly*
Reckoning:
Shh! Let him listen to the dissin' so he can learn,
And let this kid get a third degree burn!
You see, I'm not like you, I don't have a fancy car or home,
I aint got no fancy cars and my jewelery aint gold or chrome.
But I own this place, and the crowd is like my family, brothers and sisters,
All of them love me and love my microphone twisters!
You see I've earned respect from these people, unlike you,
See you in the parking lot, I pity you foo'!
*The crowd is cheering loudly*
Reckoning:
You talked about me losing in nCw this week, you're full of it, that **** is bull,
With the blood that's gonna be pouring from your gums, you'll have a mouthful!
I can't stand you bitch! You annoy me! Get the hell out of my face!
And I'll stand here with my hand raised and get cheers from this place!
I love these people, and they love me the same,
Your mic work is ****ty and a real damn shame.
Get the hell out of here before you get shot,
From what the crowd is sayin', you were just got!
So I've won, it's over, end of story, you done,
But thanks for the 'challenge', it was fun.
But bye bye for now, bye bye!
*The crowd erupts in cheers. Chief Spin comes running over and raises Reckoning's hand.*
Chief Spin: Who else to win but the White Gangsta, pulling the stops out times 2 up in here! He killed you Diamondz! Now get the **** out of Chicago!
*The crowd cheers. Suddenly Diamondz goes to strike Reckoning, but he catches his hand. He lifts him up over his shoulders and hits a Samoan drop. A few of his friends stand up and climb up onto the stage. Reckoning spears 2 of the three off the stage, and people have already moved back from their seats, making Reckoning slam the two onto a pile of empty chairs. Reckoning stands back up and sees Chief Spin punching away at the other man. He jumps back up onto the stage and helps Chief Spin, lifting and tossing the other man into a metal poll, knocking him out cold. Chief high fives Reckoning quickly, but Diamondz has got up and found a pipe. The other two men get up onto the stage wielding chairs. Reckoning whispers something to Chief and he nods. Chief suddenly runs and jumps off the stage to the pile of chairs. He grabs one and the two men turn Reckoning hits a hard shot on one, knocking him into a chair shot by Chief Spin. The man is bleeding from his nose, seemingly having been broken by the chair shot. Diamondz hits Reckoning with the pipe in the back, and he falls to one knee. Both men start beating him down. Suddenly Chief Spin hits Diamondz with a hard shot to the head, knocking him over on the stage. Reckoning grabs the pipe that slips from his hand and avoids a chair shot. He hits a hard shot to the stomach of the man. He then hits him once in the head, making him bleed. Reckoning looks at the bloody pipe once before dropping it and going over to the downed Diamondz. He turns him around and starts hitting stiff shots. Reckoning's knuckles start to bleed, and it's hard to tell whether Diamondz is bleeding, or if it is just from Reckoning. Reckoning hits one more hard shot, and Diamondz is bleeding from his mouth, but he seems to be knocked out cold. The crowd cheers them like crazy. Reckoning picks up a microphone.*
Reckoning: PHILLY TRASH!
*Reckoning tosses the microphone at Diamondz and signals Chief Spin to go outside. He obliges and both men are soon standing in the dark Chicago night.*
Reckoning: Yo man, you think we're gonna get caught?
Chief Spin: Nah man, we got a loyal crowd, they wouldn't let us go to jail, they'd miss us too much ha ha!
*Reckoning laughs as does Chief Spin*
Reckoning: Aight, cool, so I aint going to jail, but now I've got something else to ask you, and that's f you wanna come to the nCw with me!
Chief Spin: You know, I was gonna ask you the same damn thing Reck, yeah, maybe we can tag up or something.
Reckoning: Exactly! We just kicked some ass tag team style, so I figure we can do the same in a wrestling ring with a title on the line.
Chief Spin: Yeah, but let's get outta here, the crowd is piling out, we gotta beat traffic.
*Reckoning nods and he runs over to his car. Chief Spin follows behind him.*
Chief Spin: Wait, you mind training me?
Reckoning: Get in man!
*Reckoning opens the door with a struggle.*
Reckoning: My car sucks, but it gets me where I need to go.
*Reckoning takes out his key and sticks it in the ignition and tries to start the car, but it won't start. Reckoning tries three more times before giving up.*
Reckoning: ****! The damn car aint starting!
Chief Spin: We can take my car dawg.
Reckoning: Aight, cool.
*The camera fades as they walk to Chief Spin's car and the camera slowly fades to black.*
Reckoning: Yo! Yo! Yo! I don't need to be here right now, I could be rolling in a wrestling ring training, but **** THAT!
*The crowd cheers loudly, deafining even*
Reckoning: I don't need to train ****! I never lost! Somebody else did! So I don't need to train anything I did, hell, these people I'm facin' in the Pay Per View have nothing on me. We've got a fat ass guy who sucks down more than Dr. Pepper!
*The crowd laughs loudly*
Reckoning: Next we got the guy who failed to beat me last week John Anthony, this guy couldn't fight me if I got shot here tonight! The way he fights, it makes Ryan Seacrest look like MIKE F'N TYSON!
*The crowd is now laughing hysterically, others cheering, still making noise that rings even to the outside of the building. Reckoning slaps a few hands and begins to talk again*
Reckoning: Then we've got the 'huge steroid guy' Tank! This bastard is supposed to be scary? Then that must mean that Freddy Krueger is fear itself! I mean, damn! The only thing I'm scared about is him going into a 'roid rage and eating me!
*The crowd is now laughing extremely loud.*
Reckoning: Anyway, let's get this fool out here so I can school his ass!
*The crowd cheers and chants 'Reck! Reck! Reck!'. An average sized dark black man steps out, wearing a hat tipped slightly to the side. It says on it 'Keepin' It Gangsta'. The hat is black, and the text on it is white. His shirt is a dark green, near black even and has white and black tattoo style designs on it. He has tattoos on each arm, seemingly gang signs. He is wearing long, baggy, camouflage pants. He grabs a microphone from the DJ, Chief Spin. Chief Spin grabs another microphone and walks over, his tied up dread locks bouncing behind him.*
Chief Spin: Yo, yo, it's Chief Spin here, the one, the only, the white gangsta, Reckoning, is battling the kid we don't know about, the undiscovered treasure, Diamondz! Aight, Diamondz, I don't know how you do it in Philly, but down here the new guys gets the coin toss, and Reckoning has been here for years, so heads or tails?
Diamondz: Heads, just like the kind that are gonna roll all over this place!
Reckoning: And Tails for me kicking your ASS out the damn building!
Chief Spin: Woah! Some threats right there! Let's see if you're right newbie!
*Chief Spin flips the coin in the air and catches it and flips it once more onto his hand.*
Chief Spin: Heads it is! You're up kid!
*Diamondz puts the microphone up to his face and a beat starts to play over the speakers.*
Diamondz:
Yo! The name is Diamondz, I'm the new kid on the block,
This guy Reckoning is who I've gotta knock.
He's a legend on the mic, that's what I heard
But compared to me and Fear, he's a rookie, word.
*The crowd boos him loudly*
Diamondz:
Y'all Chi-town bitches can quiet down,
While I get my new crown!
I'm taking this 'legend' and giving him a loss,
Just like John Anthony did with that over the rope toss!
*Reckoning looks furiously at him, clenching his fist.*
Diamondz:
Don't get mad, it's nothing personal son,
But I've already got this battle won!
Bitch rappers like you seem pretty good, act pretty good, so we believe your good,
But then it's proved that they aint better than guys like me from the Philly hood!
*The crowd boos loudly*
Diamondz:
Yo let me finish up this rap before you boo me like crazy,
And I give the mic to little white daisy.
He's broke, and ready to choke, hell he's really just ready to croak!
Don't you need to leave to take steroids and get some crack to smoke?
* The crowd boos deafeningly, making it impossible to hear in the building. Chief Spin comes back out.*
Chief Spin: First off, good rapping, second off **** PHILLY! Thirdly, Reck, own his ass!
*Reckoning nods and looks at Diamondz. He slowly brings the mic up to his mouth and a different beat starts to play. The crowd cheers and chants 'Go! Go! Go!'*
Reckoning:
Seems like you don't like my hood for some strange reason,
Well **** you, it's time for some crowd PLEASIN'!
**** you, **** your crew, **** Philly and everyone there!
Now it's time for the day of Reckoning, it's time to tear!
*The crowd cheers wildly*
Reckoning:
Shh! Let him listen to the dissin' so he can learn,
And let this kid get a third degree burn!
You see, I'm not like you, I don't have a fancy car or home,
I aint got no fancy cars and my jewelery aint gold or chrome.
But I own this place, and the crowd is like my family, brothers and sisters,
All of them love me and love my microphone twisters!
You see I've earned respect from these people, unlike you,
See you in the parking lot, I pity you foo'!
*The crowd is cheering loudly*
Reckoning:
You talked about me losing in nCw this week, you're full of it, that **** is bull,
With the blood that's gonna be pouring from your gums, you'll have a mouthful!
I can't stand you bitch! You annoy me! Get the hell out of my face!
And I'll stand here with my hand raised and get cheers from this place!
I love these people, and they love me the same,
Your mic work is ****ty and a real damn shame.
Get the hell out of here before you get shot,
From what the crowd is sayin', you were just got!
So I've won, it's over, end of story, you done,
But thanks for the 'challenge', it was fun.
But bye bye for now, bye bye!
*The crowd erupts in cheers. Chief Spin comes running over and raises Reckoning's hand.*
Chief Spin: Who else to win but the White Gangsta, pulling the stops out times 2 up in here! He killed you Diamondz! Now get the **** out of Chicago!
*The crowd cheers. Suddenly Diamondz goes to strike Reckoning, but he catches his hand. He lifts him up over his shoulders and hits a Samoan drop. A few of his friends stand up and climb up onto the stage. Reckoning spears 2 of the three off the stage, and people have already moved back from their seats, making Reckoning slam the two onto a pile of empty chairs. Reckoning stands back up and sees Chief Spin punching away at the other man. He jumps back up onto the stage and helps Chief Spin, lifting and tossing the other man into a metal poll, knocking him out cold. Chief high fives Reckoning quickly, but Diamondz has got up and found a pipe. The other two men get up onto the stage wielding chairs. Reckoning whispers something to Chief and he nods. Chief suddenly runs and jumps off the stage to the pile of chairs. He grabs one and the two men turn Reckoning hits a hard shot on one, knocking him into a chair shot by Chief Spin. The man is bleeding from his nose, seemingly having been broken by the chair shot. Diamondz hits Reckoning with the pipe in the back, and he falls to one knee. Both men start beating him down. Suddenly Chief Spin hits Diamondz with a hard shot to the head, knocking him over on the stage. Reckoning grabs the pipe that slips from his hand and avoids a chair shot. He hits a hard shot to the stomach of the man. He then hits him once in the head, making him bleed. Reckoning looks at the bloody pipe once before dropping it and going over to the downed Diamondz. He turns him around and starts hitting stiff shots. Reckoning's knuckles start to bleed, and it's hard to tell whether Diamondz is bleeding, or if it is just from Reckoning. Reckoning hits one more hard shot, and Diamondz is bleeding from his mouth, but he seems to be knocked out cold. The crowd cheers them like crazy. Reckoning picks up a microphone.*
Reckoning: PHILLY TRASH!
*Reckoning tosses the microphone at Diamondz and signals Chief Spin to go outside. He obliges and both men are soon standing in the dark Chicago night.*
Reckoning: Yo man, you think we're gonna get caught?
Chief Spin: Nah man, we got a loyal crowd, they wouldn't let us go to jail, they'd miss us too much ha ha!
*Reckoning laughs as does Chief Spin*
Reckoning: Aight, cool, so I aint going to jail, but now I've got something else to ask you, and that's f you wanna come to the nCw with me!
Chief Spin: You know, I was gonna ask you the same damn thing Reck, yeah, maybe we can tag up or something.
Reckoning: Exactly! We just kicked some ass tag team style, so I figure we can do the same in a wrestling ring with a title on the line.
Chief Spin: Yeah, but let's get outta here, the crowd is piling out, we gotta beat traffic.
*Reckoning nods and he runs over to his car. Chief Spin follows behind him.*
Chief Spin: Wait, you mind training me?
Reckoning: Get in man!
*Reckoning opens the door with a struggle.*
Reckoning: My car sucks, but it gets me where I need to go.
*Reckoning takes out his key and sticks it in the ignition and tries to start the car, but it won't start. Reckoning tries three more times before giving up.*
Reckoning: ****! The damn car aint starting!
Chief Spin: We can take my car dawg.
Reckoning: Aight, cool.
*The camera fades as they walk to Chief Spin's car and the camera slowly fades to black.*