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| Topic Started: Dec 3 2009, 01:26 AM (167 Views) | |
| The Zodiac Thrilla | Dec 3 2009, 01:26 AM Post #1 |
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Ladies and gentlemen...... ![]() -The scene opens up inside the Alamo Dome in San Antonio, Texas. We’re at a house show for the Combat Zone; it’s about nine thirty as the camera pans around the arena, showing the fans cheering on their favorite wrestling organization. An unfamiliar sound then hits the sound system of the dome….- SIX MILLION WAYS TO DIE….CHOOSE ONE! -Snoop Dogg’s “Serial Killer” shakes the entire arena with it’s ground thumping bass as the scene suddenly cuts to a shot from one of the backrooms of the dome. Fellow camera man, Melvin McWheedlepoo is standing in front of a door, holding his camera steady as can be, he knocks and the door opens and he is met by a rather large, black man.- “Whuchu want, whiteboy?” -Melvin, shakingly shrugs his shoulders as a familiar voice is heard from the back of the room- “Aye yo, Whiteout, stop playin, foo. Let em in.” “I’z just playin”, says the large black man, as he cracks a smile. -Melvin McWheedlepoo- “Thank you”, Melvin calms down a little from seeing the large, brick wall like figure crack a smile. But then, all of a sudden…. “WATCH YA ASS, NAWGGA!”, The large black man jumps at Melvin as he jumps back in a fright. -Melvin continues to walk into the room as song continues to play. The entire room is filled with a smoke screen as Melvin tries to make his way through; he hears the voice again- “Follow my voice, Whiteboy. Shit, son, all this whiteness, you should feel right at home” -Finally, Melvin the camera man, makes his way to his destination. As he gets closer and closer, the room seems to clear more and more. Melvin focuses on a black man, wearing a pin stripped, Armani suit, lounging on a couch with a white woman on either side, one of them being, Jessica Towers. The rather large black man, walks up and stands behind him, sort of like in a body guard position- -Melvin McWheedlepoo- “Mr. …… Zodiac?....is that really you?” -Zodiac- “Zodiac THRILLA, HOMEBOY! What’s ya name, whitie?” -Melvin McWheedlepoo- “Melvin…..Melvin McWheedlepoo…” -Zodiac- "Mac….MacWHAT??? Man….that’s the whitest name I ever heard, Zodiac looks back at his mammoth baodyguard as they both bust out laughing….”Man, just run the damn camera and keep ya white ass mouf shut.” -Melvin sits back and doesn’t say another word as Zodiac takes a sip of his Olde English then of course takes another hit off his blunt then blows a cloud of smoke in the camera, causing Melvin to cough a bit- -Zodiac- “C Z DUBB! Y’all thought I was dead? Hell naw, f**k that, I caynt die. Im indestructible. Jesse’s punk bitch ass, hit me with a GAT-DAMN car and I survived….So…Caleb, what the hell makes you think you could out me down on ya own?! Youz a damn fool. But hol’ up….befo’ I fa-get, allow me to introduce to y’all my accomplice, my partner in crime, the BIG MAN…..WHITEOUT!! Say wussup to the people, Whiteout.” -Whiteout cracks another smile as Melvin zooms in to his face- -Whiteout- “….LEMME FYN OUT!!!” -Whiteout yells into the camera, once again scaring the bejesus out of Melvin as he jumps back again- -Zodiac- “Calm down, Whiteout, you scarin all the white people.” -Whiteout- “Mah bad” -Zodiac- “So, I decided to come back for one night, at Re-united We Stand, I thought, shit, I’ll make this here return, give the people what they want. So I tried to do a lil’ commentatin’….buth then this Arnold Schwarzenegger lookin’ muf**ka bum rushes me from behind….like a bitch. Caleb, as big as you are, you gotta attack me from behind? WHAT KINDA PUSSY SHIT IS THAT?!....S’all good tho, cuz when I meet you in that ring, I’mma lay the boots to that ass, as I look at you dead in yo mufukin face.” -Zodiac takes another hit off his blunt before continuing- -Zodiac- “…..B’lee dat. Walker….you done f**ked up, homie….cuz im bout to beat the BLAC out of CALeB…heh, you like that, Whiteout?...lil’ play on words.” -Whiteout- “Heh….hell yee” -Zodiac- “Oh and Jesse…..don’t think I done up and fuh-got about you either, boss-man. You done f**ked up too, even tho it was two years ago, I still aint got my payzbaxck on yo punk bitch ass either. But you aint gon’ see me comin. Naw….Caleb’s bitch boy tactics was f**ked up but not as bad as what you done did to me. But imma deal wit-choo later on down the line.” -Zodiac passes his blunt to Whiteout and he takes a hit then passes it back. Zodiac then reaches out to Melvin….- -Zodiac- “You wanna hit, whiteboy?” -The camera moves from side to side- -Zodiac- “Don’t be scared, whiteboy, it aint gonna bite.” -You can then see Melvin’s hand reach out and take the blunt then a stream of smoke rises from the bottom of the screen followed by excessive coughing. The camera then focuses on Jessica Towers who is smiling, seductively.- -Zodiac- “Oh…I see how it is…you wanna piece of this fine, white chocolate.” -Melvin McWheedlepoo- “I sure could go for some peanut butter cups rigth about now.” -Zodiac- “I feel you….aye, Jess….why don’t you take my homeboy, Melvin Mac, into the back room and make a man out of em.” -Jessica stands up, grabs Melvin’s hand and walks him into a room then shuts the door. Several moments later, the scene fades back in to see a first person shot from the camera. We see Melvin walk out and zip up his pants then Jessica walks out with a smile on her face. Mevin then sits back down and we see Zodiac.- -Zodiac- “You a man now huh, whiteboy?” -Melvin McWheedlepoo- “…..that’s how I roll….SON!” -Zodiac- “Hahaha….my man. Aight so listen…I did you a solid…now you do me one. All I want you to do is follow me…WHITEOUT…les’ roll.” -Zodiac and Whiteout walk out the door and down the hall way, with Melvin and his camera close behind. They start to sneak around a corner where they see Caleb, vulnerably standing by, stretching and getting ready for a match.- -Zodiac- “There’s that muf**ka….Aight, Whiteout…get that muf**ka…and get em good.” -Whiteout starts to creep his way down to Caleb but then Zodiac spots one of the security staff about to catch him…- -Zodiac- “EHH UHH EHH!”, Zodiac gives the warning signal -Whiteout backs up and rejoins Zodiac- -Zodiac- “Caleb….you done got lucky this time, homeboy. But when I see you….dez gon’ be consequences and repercussions….like RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT CUZ I NEVA HESISTATE TA PUT A n***a ON HIS BACK!......incase you aint figured it out by now…I’M YA GATDAMN MYSTERY OPPONENT….AND LIKE I SAY…IMMA LAY THE BEAT DOWN ON YA PUNK ASS….” -Zodiac takes one last hit off his blunt then proceeds to flick it into the camera.- -Zodiac- “……B’LEE DAT!” Edited by The Zodiac Thrilla, Dec 3 2009, 06:26 AM.
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