Post by Reckoning on May 10, 2008 19:11:51 GMT -6
*The scene opens to Reckoning lifting weights in his apartment. He has a clear look of anger across his face. He lifts the weights high into the air. He somberly sits there lifting. 25, 50, 75, 100, until finally stopping at 150. He sets the weight down onto the two bars of the bench and sits up. He only has on a black pair of workout shorts and a pair of Black Sheep brand shoes with the words “MY NAME IS: HIP-HOP” on the sides. He still doesn't say a word, as he looks into the camera.*
Reckoning: You all think you know me by now, right?
*Reckoning laughs slightly.*
Reckoning: Well, let me shake up your opinion. You see, I've busted my ass for nCw, but I've never peaked past midcard. Let me tell you something, I'm officially not the Reckoning you know. I'm not that midcard veteran anymore, no I'm looking at a new era. The Era Of Reckoning. The Day Of Reckoning if you will. My first step? Stepping into the ring at Reborn, and taking out KC Burke and Scotty Callaway. One man hasn't won a damn match since his debut, while the other got his ASS handed to him last week.
*Reckoning wipes his forehead with a white bandanna.*
Reckoning: You see the whole reason why you love me is because you think I am the underdog. Well listen to me: I'm no longer your underdog. I'm fighting to get to the top dogs in this company. This week isn't even a stepping stone, it's a mother****ing PEBBLE. Screw the hype. This match isn't even worth my time. All I see happening in this match is me getting the win, by a TKO because the ref will have to pull me off of you. All I've ever been is 2nd best. 2nd most liked, 2nd to everything. **** second place. I'm taking 1st. Nobody can stand in my way, not now, not Sunday, not EVER again. I'm officially announcing the losing Reckoning's retirement. The new and improved Reckoning is here, and changes are on their way. What changes? Watch your television kiddies, you'll see. My home town fans will get to see me up close on Sunday, cheering my name and admiring my wrestling skills. I am the new age of hometown hero. Chi-town is my town baby, so you two better know your role before I murder you.
*Reckoning stands up, and walks over to a bottle of water and chugs it down, leaving only about half left of the formerly full bottle. He then walks out the door, the camera following him through is rather large apartment. Reckoning grabs a black wife beater and puts it on. He als slips out of his workout shorts into a black pair of jeans. He then walks over and grabs his keys before jogging down to his black Ford, and driving away. After about 10 minutes, Reckoning arrives at the ever so familiar hang out in the Chicago night club. The sun has darkened slightly, as it must be around 5:30 or so. Reckoning swaggers out of his car and locks it. He walks into the night club, slipping the keys inot his pocket.*
Reckoning: WHITE GANGSTA IS UP IN HERE!
*The mob scene turns their attention to Reckoning. Some women give a giggle, or a wolf whistle while the men give a roar or shout. Reckoning laughs as he walks through the crowd. He jumps on the stage.*
Reckoning: Come on, any competition here?
*The crowd is silent, and nobody stands up.*
Reckoning: Aight, I'll just perform then. Y'all ready?
*The crowd gives a resounding 'Hell Yeah'.*
Reckoning: Aight, DJ, spin that disc homie.
*Reckoning listens as a classic hip-hop beat starts with some scratches mixed in by the DJ. Reckoning nods hi head and moves his hands to the beat.*
Reckoning: Yo, Uh.
It's me, no surprise really,
Just spittin' again, talkin' freely.
Up in the Chicago hood,
Rappin' like a white man SHOULD.
Sayin' **** you to the haters,
Still bein' the numba one ego deflata.
**** the could a should a would a ****.
I do anything I see fit.
I'll shoot Bush between the eyes,
Or beat up Lenny Fox 'till he cries.
See I don't really care anymore,
I'll admit now that I do dope and screw whores.
Why? Simple, because I can man,
Hell, maybe tomorrow I'll bomb ****in' Iran.
On Sunday I'm facin' two fools at Reborn,
They be leaving war torn.
You see I'm openin' a new chapter in my book,
And gettin' a new outlook.
I'm now the official bad as of nCw,
So **** this era, new era's comin' through.
Hell I'm goin' straight for a dual gold prize,
Through the ranks I'm gonna rise.
So I gotta go and meet two guys in the alley,
Anybody gonna keep the body count tally?
Peace and love Chi-town!
*Reckoning is full of smiles until his eyes lock onto a dark skinned kid, probably only in his early 20's. Reckoning stares and suddenly sees Tyree in the man's spot. Reckoning dives off the stage and starts attacking the man, but is quickly pulled off. He shakes his head quickly before walking away from the crowd. Reckoning walks over to the bar and sits down, holding his head in his hands.*
Reckoning: What the **** is wrong with me?! Why can't I get those two mother****ers out of my head?
*The bar tender walks over.*
Bar Tender: Whaddya want?
Reckoning: Margarita, with extra tequila.
*Reckoning sits still with his head in his hands.*
Bar Tender: You know, kid, you really shouldn't be so hard on yourself. That guy's an ass hole anyway. All he does is drink, and he has a tab the size of Asia.
*Reckoning puts his head up and laughs. The bar tender looks shocked.*
Bar Tender: You're.....Reckoning, from nCw! Holy ****, I watch you every week!
Reckoning: No, I'm not Reckoning.
*The bar tender looks confused.*
Reckoning: I'm the new and improved Reckoning.
*The camera fades as Reckoning quickly sucks down the heavily alcohol filled margarita.*
Reckoning: You all think you know me by now, right?
*Reckoning laughs slightly.*
Reckoning: Well, let me shake up your opinion. You see, I've busted my ass for nCw, but I've never peaked past midcard. Let me tell you something, I'm officially not the Reckoning you know. I'm not that midcard veteran anymore, no I'm looking at a new era. The Era Of Reckoning. The Day Of Reckoning if you will. My first step? Stepping into the ring at Reborn, and taking out KC Burke and Scotty Callaway. One man hasn't won a damn match since his debut, while the other got his ASS handed to him last week.
*Reckoning wipes his forehead with a white bandanna.*
Reckoning: You see the whole reason why you love me is because you think I am the underdog. Well listen to me: I'm no longer your underdog. I'm fighting to get to the top dogs in this company. This week isn't even a stepping stone, it's a mother****ing PEBBLE. Screw the hype. This match isn't even worth my time. All I see happening in this match is me getting the win, by a TKO because the ref will have to pull me off of you. All I've ever been is 2nd best. 2nd most liked, 2nd to everything. **** second place. I'm taking 1st. Nobody can stand in my way, not now, not Sunday, not EVER again. I'm officially announcing the losing Reckoning's retirement. The new and improved Reckoning is here, and changes are on their way. What changes? Watch your television kiddies, you'll see. My home town fans will get to see me up close on Sunday, cheering my name and admiring my wrestling skills. I am the new age of hometown hero. Chi-town is my town baby, so you two better know your role before I murder you.
*Reckoning stands up, and walks over to a bottle of water and chugs it down, leaving only about half left of the formerly full bottle. He then walks out the door, the camera following him through is rather large apartment. Reckoning grabs a black wife beater and puts it on. He als slips out of his workout shorts into a black pair of jeans. He then walks over and grabs his keys before jogging down to his black Ford, and driving away. After about 10 minutes, Reckoning arrives at the ever so familiar hang out in the Chicago night club. The sun has darkened slightly, as it must be around 5:30 or so. Reckoning swaggers out of his car and locks it. He walks into the night club, slipping the keys inot his pocket.*
Reckoning: WHITE GANGSTA IS UP IN HERE!
*The mob scene turns their attention to Reckoning. Some women give a giggle, or a wolf whistle while the men give a roar or shout. Reckoning laughs as he walks through the crowd. He jumps on the stage.*
Reckoning: Come on, any competition here?
*The crowd is silent, and nobody stands up.*
Reckoning: Aight, I'll just perform then. Y'all ready?
*The crowd gives a resounding 'Hell Yeah'.*
Reckoning: Aight, DJ, spin that disc homie.
*Reckoning listens as a classic hip-hop beat starts with some scratches mixed in by the DJ. Reckoning nods hi head and moves his hands to the beat.*
Reckoning: Yo, Uh.
It's me, no surprise really,
Just spittin' again, talkin' freely.
Up in the Chicago hood,
Rappin' like a white man SHOULD.
Sayin' **** you to the haters,
Still bein' the numba one ego deflata.
**** the could a should a would a ****.
I do anything I see fit.
I'll shoot Bush between the eyes,
Or beat up Lenny Fox 'till he cries.
See I don't really care anymore,
I'll admit now that I do dope and screw whores.
Why? Simple, because I can man,
Hell, maybe tomorrow I'll bomb ****in' Iran.
On Sunday I'm facin' two fools at Reborn,
They be leaving war torn.
You see I'm openin' a new chapter in my book,
And gettin' a new outlook.
I'm now the official bad as of nCw,
So **** this era, new era's comin' through.
Hell I'm goin' straight for a dual gold prize,
Through the ranks I'm gonna rise.
So I gotta go and meet two guys in the alley,
Anybody gonna keep the body count tally?
Peace and love Chi-town!
*Reckoning is full of smiles until his eyes lock onto a dark skinned kid, probably only in his early 20's. Reckoning stares and suddenly sees Tyree in the man's spot. Reckoning dives off the stage and starts attacking the man, but is quickly pulled off. He shakes his head quickly before walking away from the crowd. Reckoning walks over to the bar and sits down, holding his head in his hands.*
Reckoning: What the **** is wrong with me?! Why can't I get those two mother****ers out of my head?
*The bar tender walks over.*
Bar Tender: Whaddya want?
Reckoning: Margarita, with extra tequila.
*Reckoning sits still with his head in his hands.*
Bar Tender: You know, kid, you really shouldn't be so hard on yourself. That guy's an ass hole anyway. All he does is drink, and he has a tab the size of Asia.
*Reckoning puts his head up and laughs. The bar tender looks shocked.*
Bar Tender: You're.....Reckoning, from nCw! Holy ****, I watch you every week!
Reckoning: No, I'm not Reckoning.
*The bar tender looks confused.*
Reckoning: I'm the new and improved Reckoning.
*The camera fades as Reckoning quickly sucks down the heavily alcohol filled margarita.*