Post by Scrap on Nov 6, 2012 16:54:34 GMT -4
The scene opens up to APW newest superstar on meltdown, Scrap. He is shown with his flashiest of flashy outfits on walking down 16th street in his old neighborhood where he grew up. He seems to be taking the sites walking with a un-match able swag and a slow step. Although the King of ATL is enjoying the sites there isn't much to see. Houses are run down, pieces of siding missing off them, paint chips well beyond gone, front doors clinging to dear life with screws that aren't even the right size. The neighborhood looks like it has seen hell and back, war after war, tragedy after tragedy. Scrap finally speaks on the ruins looking hood.
“shit man, the hood ain't changed dog just as ghetto as it was when I left it.”
There almost seems to be a stint of sadness behind the Gucci shades that he wears. His hands seem to stick in his pockets as he rotates himself around getting a full 360 degree vantage point of the hood. He then continues his walk down the street and continues his conversation with the camera man that follows him around.
“But lemme tell you something patna, we ain't got much but you trynna have a banging ass house party, well there ain't no better place to get it poppin then the hood, ya feel me?”
As Scrap finishes his sentence he happens to spot an old friend that he used to hustle with back in the day. Without hesitation he reaches out to the man dressed in all gang colors and clothes that are three times bigger then him.
“Su Whoo!”
The thug glares down the street to look whom would dare used his gangs call out until he realizes it is scrap. Then with open arms and a handshakes the man greets Scrap as if he hadn't seen him in years.
“Hell nah my nigga Scrap, The KING of ATL, playboy how you been? Shit you know I ain't seen yo ass since you been locked up.”
Scrap smiles and responds
“You know how it is patna they get a nigga locked up and you hardly see em anymore. But shit been on my grind you know got that wrestling gig and shit trynna come up and get that bread homie.”
The man nods in agreement as if he understands the idea of him chasing his dream and the money.
“Shit man you know someone gotta make it outta here I'm glad it was the king. But damn man what your ass doing down here anyway?
“Playboy you know me I still gets down I'm getting my niggas together and we finna throw a party at the club, you know sip some bub, get bopped and get me a bad bitch. So I need you to let all them playas and hustlas and all them know the King is back and he throwing a bad ass party."
“HAHA my nigga you know how we get down trust me I got you, I'm assuming at Candy's on 17th and locust?”
“You know it”
“Alright homeboy I'll catch your ass there.”
The two men shake up and part ways as the big thug seemed anxious to let everyone know what the plan was for later that night and if you weren't there you were a lame. The focus is now back on the camera man and Scrap as they continue to explore the rest of the hood running into former friend after former friends who all seemed to have respect for whom they know as The King of ATL. Before long the hours pass and the party life has arrived. Scrap is dressed up with a Brown University jacket, his jet black Gucci glasses, a set of designer jeans, and the freshest pair of Jordan’s you could have. He seems ready for the night and heads out to the club. Immediately he is recognized by the club bouncer and is let in. Before long he runs into the thug that he had come across earlier that spread the word of the party. The men talk for a brief moment before Scrap turns back to the camera and replies with.
“This is why I am The King of ATL, I got respect ,I got bitches, and anything else you need get at me!”
The club is now near capacity with girls dancing and getting down all around. The drinks are flowing the music is going, everyone is having a good time. Scrap has been from wall to wall at the club running into old hustlers, connections and even friends all drinking and having a good time. The hours pass and the club is getting into its main party hours of one o clock in the morning. Scrap looks as if he is looking for something. Then a smile comes across the face of The king as he takes a slow walk up to a sexy female that seems to have been glancing over at Scrap a majority of the night. He first asks her to dance and she is rather shy about it so Scrap sticks to just talking at the moment. So after talking for a few minutes she addresses the question that not even the camera man had mustered enough courage to ask.
“So why do they call you the King of ATL?”
Scrap smirks and simply responds.
“Because baby I'm the king of anything that I do against anybody in ATL that’s tried to do it against me.”
“Oh so I see your cocky.”
“Woah girl I ain't cocky just confident because I know I am, don't believe me ill prove it and after I do tell me how many other niggas in the club would have done this.”
Scrap begins to wiggle his way to the front of the club where the DJ has his equipment set up about five feet above the club floor. He reaches out to the DJ and says something in his ear before the beat that was currently playing stops. He whole club immediately turns to the DJ and almost begins to boo before they realize the King has now taken the stage. The DJ then makes a brief annoucnement.
“Yo yo yo ladies and gentlemen I would like to introduce to you the King of ATL, he's back!”
The crowd errupts into a frenzy of cheers as Scrap takes the microphone.
“Ey for all ya'll out there who thought the King was dead, this is a big fuck you, I'll never die!”
Then without warning a new beat drops however it is a completely instrumental beat that leaves nothing but a complete opening for the King to come in and make his mark. The beat hits and the King begins his new reign.
“Man I'm in the game for the hell of it, managed to stay relevant
Never been celibate but always sold a lil bit
Hating motha fucka's mad Scrap still running shit
Know I'm here to stay these niggas scared better run and quit
Came for my throne cuz I be on my cash money shit
Step to my crown I leave you dead in highway ditch
trust me i'll be leaving here with your bitch,
Cuz this is my shit, IM THE KING BITCH!
The beat stops and the crowd errupts for the homtown hero who yet again proves he is nearly the best at everything that he attempts and puts his mind to. Scrap steps down from the DJ area and again begins to hit on the girl. After only a few minutes he has convinced her to leave with him as the two head out of the club. Once outside Scrap looks ready to leave but before he does leaves the camera man with a last few words.
“Ey hope you had fun man I came out here showed you who I am what I do know what I mean big homie, hope APW is ready play boy cuz if you thought that was dope in there wait till I step in the ring. They will be chanting the King before you know it.”
With a wink at the last word Scrap steps into the car with the female and leaves the club allowing the screen to fade into a dark abyss and end the first ever on screen capture of The King of ATL.
“shit man, the hood ain't changed dog just as ghetto as it was when I left it.”
There almost seems to be a stint of sadness behind the Gucci shades that he wears. His hands seem to stick in his pockets as he rotates himself around getting a full 360 degree vantage point of the hood. He then continues his walk down the street and continues his conversation with the camera man that follows him around.
“But lemme tell you something patna, we ain't got much but you trynna have a banging ass house party, well there ain't no better place to get it poppin then the hood, ya feel me?”
As Scrap finishes his sentence he happens to spot an old friend that he used to hustle with back in the day. Without hesitation he reaches out to the man dressed in all gang colors and clothes that are three times bigger then him.
“Su Whoo!”
The thug glares down the street to look whom would dare used his gangs call out until he realizes it is scrap. Then with open arms and a handshakes the man greets Scrap as if he hadn't seen him in years.
“Hell nah my nigga Scrap, The KING of ATL, playboy how you been? Shit you know I ain't seen yo ass since you been locked up.”
Scrap smiles and responds
“You know how it is patna they get a nigga locked up and you hardly see em anymore. But shit been on my grind you know got that wrestling gig and shit trynna come up and get that bread homie.”
The man nods in agreement as if he understands the idea of him chasing his dream and the money.
“Shit man you know someone gotta make it outta here I'm glad it was the king. But damn man what your ass doing down here anyway?
“Playboy you know me I still gets down I'm getting my niggas together and we finna throw a party at the club, you know sip some bub, get bopped and get me a bad bitch. So I need you to let all them playas and hustlas and all them know the King is back and he throwing a bad ass party."
“HAHA my nigga you know how we get down trust me I got you, I'm assuming at Candy's on 17th and locust?”
“You know it”
“Alright homeboy I'll catch your ass there.”
The two men shake up and part ways as the big thug seemed anxious to let everyone know what the plan was for later that night and if you weren't there you were a lame. The focus is now back on the camera man and Scrap as they continue to explore the rest of the hood running into former friend after former friends who all seemed to have respect for whom they know as The King of ATL. Before long the hours pass and the party life has arrived. Scrap is dressed up with a Brown University jacket, his jet black Gucci glasses, a set of designer jeans, and the freshest pair of Jordan’s you could have. He seems ready for the night and heads out to the club. Immediately he is recognized by the club bouncer and is let in. Before long he runs into the thug that he had come across earlier that spread the word of the party. The men talk for a brief moment before Scrap turns back to the camera and replies with.
“This is why I am The King of ATL, I got respect ,I got bitches, and anything else you need get at me!”
The club is now near capacity with girls dancing and getting down all around. The drinks are flowing the music is going, everyone is having a good time. Scrap has been from wall to wall at the club running into old hustlers, connections and even friends all drinking and having a good time. The hours pass and the club is getting into its main party hours of one o clock in the morning. Scrap looks as if he is looking for something. Then a smile comes across the face of The king as he takes a slow walk up to a sexy female that seems to have been glancing over at Scrap a majority of the night. He first asks her to dance and she is rather shy about it so Scrap sticks to just talking at the moment. So after talking for a few minutes she addresses the question that not even the camera man had mustered enough courage to ask.
“So why do they call you the King of ATL?”
Scrap smirks and simply responds.
“Because baby I'm the king of anything that I do against anybody in ATL that’s tried to do it against me.”
“Oh so I see your cocky.”
“Woah girl I ain't cocky just confident because I know I am, don't believe me ill prove it and after I do tell me how many other niggas in the club would have done this.”
Scrap begins to wiggle his way to the front of the club where the DJ has his equipment set up about five feet above the club floor. He reaches out to the DJ and says something in his ear before the beat that was currently playing stops. He whole club immediately turns to the DJ and almost begins to boo before they realize the King has now taken the stage. The DJ then makes a brief annoucnement.
“Yo yo yo ladies and gentlemen I would like to introduce to you the King of ATL, he's back!”
The crowd errupts into a frenzy of cheers as Scrap takes the microphone.
“Ey for all ya'll out there who thought the King was dead, this is a big fuck you, I'll never die!”
Then without warning a new beat drops however it is a completely instrumental beat that leaves nothing but a complete opening for the King to come in and make his mark. The beat hits and the King begins his new reign.
“Man I'm in the game for the hell of it, managed to stay relevant
Never been celibate but always sold a lil bit
Hating motha fucka's mad Scrap still running shit
Know I'm here to stay these niggas scared better run and quit
Came for my throne cuz I be on my cash money shit
Step to my crown I leave you dead in highway ditch
trust me i'll be leaving here with your bitch,
Cuz this is my shit, IM THE KING BITCH!
The beat stops and the crowd errupts for the homtown hero who yet again proves he is nearly the best at everything that he attempts and puts his mind to. Scrap steps down from the DJ area and again begins to hit on the girl. After only a few minutes he has convinced her to leave with him as the two head out of the club. Once outside Scrap looks ready to leave but before he does leaves the camera man with a last few words.
“Ey hope you had fun man I came out here showed you who I am what I do know what I mean big homie, hope APW is ready play boy cuz if you thought that was dope in there wait till I step in the ring. They will be chanting the King before you know it.”
With a wink at the last word Scrap steps into the car with the female and leaves the club allowing the screen to fade into a dark abyss and end the first ever on screen capture of The King of ATL.
I understand there a lot of spelling errors but its only in the talking parts none of the language i used is meant to degrade or offend anyone my character is a thug from ATL so its just how he talks
