Post by zero on Jul 16, 2009 18:50:18 GMT -4
The Zero and Shamel were leaning against a wall in an alley way. Shamel was writing down figures on Zero's pad while the Zero kept his back to Shamel while he ate his chowder.
Shamel: Alright alright alright I got it. We take a few busses to the train station and ride it all the way out to Boston. A few more buses and well be there. Were still gonna need a chunk of change just to get on the train though brotha. Seeing how you wont go all robin hood on me and money from the baddies yah beat, we have no choice but to borrow some. The only number I know of who's good with the money is The Seven. Getting her to part with money though... that is no easy task.
The Zero grunted as he caps his empty cup of Chowder and gets up.
Shamel: Hey, I aint doubten your skills or nothin but I'm just saying that she's fucking crazy when it comes to money. Oh, and she just looooves you brotha. Ever since you took her number 7 rank and got to 6 before she could ever challenge you again, Damn! She must be pissed. What hell are the rules for The Nines game again?
Shamel flips through the pages of the pad till he gets to the instructions that The Zero had written.
[glow=red,2,300]
There are two sets of numbers for every memeber in The Nine. The first set is their identity. I am The Zero but being the Zero does not mean at all that I am the strongest or the leader. The Second set of numbers is the rank. The rank goes from 0-9 where Currently the Number Nine is holding the title of Zero. It is because he holds the Zero, he is the leader and the strongest out of all of us. Currently the Number 1 is still holding the title of 1. He chooses not to challenge the Nine but protects his number 1 spot to assure leadership does not change. Certain Titles have to be gain from other means other then brute force such as The Seven which is won through luck. Our identity number also shows how many weapons we carry. The Seven carries a revolver with six bullets. For her each bullet represents a number but for her she uses the gun itself as a weapon so all together its 7. The Zero carries nothing for he is better off with nothing. This goes on for everyone in the group. The thing about the Nine is, that potentially, anyone could be the leader of the Nine. The numbers are not limited to the contest of strenght. With this in mind, the number nine title would normally be in constant jeopardy if news ever got out.
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Shamel: Man, all you numbers are fucking crazy as hell. What your title again?[/color]
The Zero digs deep into his jacket pocket and pulls out a cloth with the number 4 on it.
Shamel: Damn! Their are 4 people beyond you?
The Zero got up and began to walk down the alleyway.
Shamel: Wait brotha! The Seven is the other way!
The Zero stops for a moment but then continues his own way.
Shamel: Wait wait wait! Brotha wait! I know you have better things to do then this APW thing but your going against Street Wilson on your first match! Street Wilson!
The Zero stopped, turned around, and stood there.
Shamel: I know, I know, why so soon right? Your the mystery opponent my brotha! Mystery opponents help boost ratings so they wanna match you up against a potential rival first and I was able to hook you up with a fight against Wilson! You can thank me later!
The Zero walked back over to Shamel.
Shamel: Yeeeeeah, thats what I'm talken about!
The Zero and Shamel head out to find The Seven. Shamel began to clap his hands as he jumps to the movement of his song he was singing.
Shamel: Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive!
***************** The Seven *****************
There was a womanly figure dressed in a Green trenchcoat with a green corset under. Her face was covered mostly by bandages with the exception of her jaw. She wore a pair of black round sun glasses. She pulls out a wad of bills and plucks the amount for a glass of Jack Daniels. As she drank, two men approached her from behind.
Man 1: excuse me Ms. Seven?
The Seven: That's "The Seven" to you. You wanna hold a conversation with me? It's going to cost you 30 bucks.
The man was stunned a little. The second man gritted his teeth and pulled out 30 bucks. She takes it off his hands and adds it to the wad of cash.
The Seven: Speak.
Man 1: Our Bo-
The Seven: Not you. You only paid for one person to talk and that was him.
Man 1: You fucking bi-!
In less then a second she pulls a mug from the side and twirls with her finger like she would with a gun and presses the mug against the man's face without looking back.
The Seven: Bang, your dead. Next time I'll use the real thing. Dead or not your buddy over here is gonna have to pay 50 for that bullet.
The first man backs away with a shocked expression on his face. The second man approaches her.
Man 2: Our boss has wants to talk with you. He hears your good and wants you to take some one out for him.
The Seven: The only people I kill are those who act with evil intentions.
Man 2: He understands that. If it were someone else then he would not have come to you. You see, both of you get what you want. You get to eliminate one more evil off the street.
The Seven: What does he get out of the deal?
Man 2: A good nights rest and one less person threatening his life.
The Seven: Heheheh, that's how I know a man is a lost case when he can get a good nights sleep knowing someone was killed for him. Tell your boss I'm not a cheap assassin and its going to take at least a thousand dollars to get me off this chair and sit with him.
At that moment The Zero walked into the bar. Everyone dropped what they were doing as they saw him. Conversations were brought to a hault and even a few cigarettes fell from peoples mouths. Soon, Shamel stepped from behind.
Shamel: Damn Zero! You sure do know how to end a party. I've seen graveyards more lively then these ghostly faces.
The Seven: Well, well, well. If it isn't the zero. To what do I owe this unexpected appearance? Come to rub it in my face that you took my title at one point? I know you have to be at least a 5 or 6 now seeing how I won it back.
Shamel: Damn girl chil! We just wa-
The Seven: Shut up! Your not a number so the price for talking to me is 40.
Shamel: What happen to 20!?
Man 2: What?! I had to pay 30!
Shamel: Man you shut up! Aint nobody talkin to you!
Man 2: You shut the fuck up!
The Seven raises her gun in the air.
The Seven: Everyone shuts the fuck up. Your time expired. It's going to cost you 50 to talk to me again.
The man's eyes widen at the unexpected number but does not dare mutter a word. Instead he walks back to his boss to relay what The Seven told him.
Shamel: Zero this aint fair! She knows you can't talk. Brotha you need me!
The Zero steps forward and sits next to The Seven. He pulls out a cloth and lays it in front of her.
The Seven: You actually made it all the way to four? If you go all the way I wont feel bad loosing to you. Do you think you can do it?
The Zero pulled out his pad and wrote.
The number 8 has already agreed to fight me in two weeks for the number 3 title. The only thing that can prevent me from winning is starvation.
The Seven: What you need money? Money from me? Money for food?
Money for a few buses and a train ride to get to Boston. Shamel convinced me to join. Supposedly some really bad people in there and I'm already set to fight one of them. If I beat him I walk away with more money then what you lent me. I'll pay you back for sure.
The Seven: 50 dollar interest but consider that a gift. I normally charge at least a hundred for interest. How much?
The Zero flipped a page back to show what Shamel came up with.
The Seven: That's a pretty pennie. Alright then.
The Seven reached down in her pocket and pulled out the right amount and gave it to the zero.
The Seven: Don't be spending it all on chowder before you get there now.
She chuckled as one of the men came up from behind her and handed her a fifty.
The Seven: Speak.
Man 2: He would like to know if walking to you would save him any money?
The Seven: No.
He gives the seven a roll of money equal to a thousand dollars.
The Seven: Where is he?
Man 2: Over on that corner over there.
The Seven: We'll talk later Zero. Well... at least I'll talk but be sure to have my money next time you see me.
The man escorts The Seven over towards a booth. The Zero gets up and walks out of the bar with Shamel.
Shamel: Crazy ass bitch. Did she give you the money?
The Zero nodded.
Shamel: What a sweet angel! I don't know why you say those mean things about her Zero. Lets go!
********* Two Days Later in Boston *********
Both Shamel and The Zero walk into an office at the APW arena. A secretary is busy at work while Hurricane Jeff was supposively locked up in his office. The secretary held the phones off for a bit and let the two boys in.
Secretary Lucy: Are you here to see Jeff?
Shamel: Yeah, he's the mystery opponent. Just kinda want to figure out the pay here and get all the legal issues over with so we can find a gym and get to training.
Secretary Lucy: He should be in his office. Let me go check.
She get away from her desk and walks to Jeff's office and opens the door. The Zero and Shamel follow her in but no one could see Jeff anywhere. A sticky note can be seen near an open window with instructions for Lucy.
Secretary Lucy: *she picks it up and reads out loud* Dear Lucy, out playing hooky. Paper work sucks, be back when ever.
She cursed under her breath but turns towards the two with a bright smile.
Secretary Lucy: Eh, Mr. Jeff will be back... soon? Maybe I can help you boys out till he gets here?
Shamel: We just need some cash.
Secretary Lucy: That's not a problem. Just check your mail box.
Shamel: We don't... We don't own a mail box... We don't own anything.
Secretary Lucy: Well I know he mailed out everyone's checks. Did you check your apartments mail box?
Shamel: We don't even own an apartment!
Secretary Lucy: Oh just go to the Hilton south of here. Should be in your sight as you head out. Rooms are rented for wrestlers. He probably sent you your checks to your rooms.
Shamel: Oh damn! Zero you hear that!? We actually OWN a room! We have a bed to sleep on tonight! Hot damn! Thank you thank you thank you! We'll be back later for the match!
*** Front Desk ***
Both The Zero and Shamel stepped up to the front desk man. He gave them a snotty look and spoke.
Front Desk man: Oh great, hobos. Look we have a policy for people sleeping on our couches in the lobby so shoo!
Shamel: Well ha ha ha, brothas got jokes. I'm Shamel and this is The Zero. We should have rooms rented here by APW?
Front Desk Man: O-Oh, He's a wrestler. W-well then sir, uh.
He types franticly and pulls out two key cards and taps a bell. Suddenly a bell boy arrives.
Front Desk Man: T-take these two to there rooms will you Donny?
Shamel gives this really satisfied look on his face and leans over towards the desk man.
Shamel: Thank for your kindness *coughs* Dick *cough*. What's your name again? Leslie? Leslie?! This punk ass nigga over here making hobo jokes and your name is Leslie?! Leslie? Man your mama gave you girls name! She ever try to put a dress on you, hmmm? Every try to do your hair and put pretty bows up on your head?
The three walked off into the elevator.
Shamel: Damn I hate it when people who have the most retarded names try to start shit with me!
As the elevator doors close, Shamel gets serious.
Shamel: Yo Zero we need to talk man. If we have those checks in the mail, we got to do some shit about you! Look at you man! You look like you just got hit by a barage of bullets, jumped through a flaming building, and then drenched in the rain and shit. Man you need to wash your stanky ass. Well, yeah I should too but I know for a fact that your smell is worse! Look it bell boy over here trying to hold his breath, he's turning fucking blue! Breath motha fucka breath!
Shamel slaps the bell boy in the back. The bell boy laughs his ass off as he catches a breath of stanky air.
Shamel: We check for the checks, run out and shop, get back and take a shower, swap clothes and sleep. We got a busy day tomorrow including a promo. Yo bell boy, where can I learn more about Street Wilson?
Bell Boy: You guys have a computer with internet so just check him out on Youtube. A lot of the wresters end up having there promos posted on youtube by their fans. Street's not exception.
Shamel: Damn! I havent laid eyes on a computer in years! Alright, seeing how I'm the one whose talking, I'll do some research on Wilson and hit him where it hurts tomorrow baby! You just do what you gotta do to him him twice is hard when you two finally meet. Team work motha fucka! Team work!
As the doors opened and they walk into there own rooms, The Zero lays on top of his bed and kicks off his shoes.
Shamel: Ah damn no Zero! You gots the stank on the bed now we gotta wash the sheets and ah damn can we get anotha room brotha! Wha- what is this an air freshener over here? Pfft yeah, a lot good THAT little thing is gonna do. Come on, lets go get our checks so I can peel these damn clothes off and get into something new and fresh!
****** Inside APW arena ******
Both the Zero and Shamel walk out on the ramp looking at the half filled ramps. All of these people were die hard APW fans and people caught through curiosity to see the new wrestler in town. Shamel whispers over to Zero as they walk.
Shamel: We goin into the lion's den now. Keep yourself looking mysterious and jazz. Were banking off that look until we get a reputation.
Both climb into the ring and walk to the center. Shamel spots a mic and pulls it off its stand.
Shamel: Yo yo yo what is up Boston!
The crowd cheers for as Shamel keeps going.
Shamel: Serously. Boston, beautiful city. Down right gorgious like the ladies am I right?
The crowd at up the complement as Shamel continued.
Shamel: You know, ever since I was a little boy, I always wanted to be a super hero!
Both Shemel and the crowd chuckles.
Shamel: Well, the closest I got was being this guys side kick so I'll take it. Yes sir I will take this! But wait a minute Mr. Johnson! Whats a super hero and his side kick doing out in APW? Well, lets be honest folks. My titan of a friend here is going to take down ALL of your badies! THATS RIGHT! Street Wilson, were starting it with you! You been bringing the people down all your live and damn it! We are tired of it! It starts with you but by god It sure as well wont end there!
Shamel: Were going for you Biggs!
The crowd roars as Shamel begins to pump them up.
Shamel: When were done with you were going after Mr. Strange! We gonna kick that plastic mask wearin sissy boy out of this damn ring and more importantly...
The roaring crowd stops and listens. Shamel points his finger out to the crowd and turns around to point at everyone.
Shamel: Were all gonna do it together!
The crowd stomps there feet and cheers.
Shamel: Believe in us as we believe in you! There is nothing we cannot do together! We will tear down the foundations of evil! We will erase the despair they try to enforce upon us! The discrimination between Wrestler and Fan will be vanquished! We are one! Together we equal a power far greater then any contraption Strange puts together! We know better to let anything Biggs say get the better of us! Together we are better then Street Wilson!
Shamel stays silent as the crowd continues to cheer, over amped about the upcoming fight.
Shamel: And now my brothers, my sisters, my family... It is time we end this with what both me and The Zero think about Street Wilson. Wilson! Can you hear me! Can you hear the roar of these people! It's time you pay for what you've done to them! It's time you pay for everything you've done! You there with your golden chairs and your carefree life! When you roam the streets you roam for a a fight! When the Zero roams the streets, he roams for peace! Whether the two of you are different sides of the same card or from a whole notha deck, it wont matter because the Zero is coming to make you pay your dues!
Shamel: You claim to be a tweener. I claim your a liar! A heel fights for himself as do you! A heel lives exactly as you do, the difference is that normally a heel is big enough to be guarded instead of being the body guard.
Shamel raises his arm in the air with bald up fist.
Shamel: remember this every one, remember that for now on this is the symbol of peace! No fingers equals the zero. Say it with me now! Zero! For! Peace!
Crowd: Zero For Peace!
Shamel: Join me my family! ZERO FOR PEACE! FOR PEACE! FOR PEACE!
Crowd: FOR PEACE! FOR PEACE! FOR PEACE! FOR PEACE!
Shamel throws his hand up as he walks away.
Shamel: Peace at last, oh peace at last!
The Zero and Shamel jump out of the ring as ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWER plays them off.
Shamel whispers over to Zero.
Shamel: Who the hell picked that song out anyways?
The Zero shrugs.
Shamel: Alright alright alright I got it. We take a few busses to the train station and ride it all the way out to Boston. A few more buses and well be there. Were still gonna need a chunk of change just to get on the train though brotha. Seeing how you wont go all robin hood on me and money from the baddies yah beat, we have no choice but to borrow some. The only number I know of who's good with the money is The Seven. Getting her to part with money though... that is no easy task.
The Zero grunted as he caps his empty cup of Chowder and gets up.
Shamel: Hey, I aint doubten your skills or nothin but I'm just saying that she's fucking crazy when it comes to money. Oh, and she just looooves you brotha. Ever since you took her number 7 rank and got to 6 before she could ever challenge you again, Damn! She must be pissed. What hell are the rules for The Nines game again?
Shamel flips through the pages of the pad till he gets to the instructions that The Zero had written.
[glow=red,2,300]
There are two sets of numbers for every memeber in The Nine. The first set is their identity. I am The Zero but being the Zero does not mean at all that I am the strongest or the leader. The Second set of numbers is the rank. The rank goes from 0-9 where Currently the Number Nine is holding the title of Zero. It is because he holds the Zero, he is the leader and the strongest out of all of us. Currently the Number 1 is still holding the title of 1. He chooses not to challenge the Nine but protects his number 1 spot to assure leadership does not change. Certain Titles have to be gain from other means other then brute force such as The Seven which is won through luck. Our identity number also shows how many weapons we carry. The Seven carries a revolver with six bullets. For her each bullet represents a number but for her she uses the gun itself as a weapon so all together its 7. The Zero carries nothing for he is better off with nothing. This goes on for everyone in the group. The thing about the Nine is, that potentially, anyone could be the leader of the Nine. The numbers are not limited to the contest of strenght. With this in mind, the number nine title would normally be in constant jeopardy if news ever got out.
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Shamel: Man, all you numbers are fucking crazy as hell. What your title again?[/color]
The Zero digs deep into his jacket pocket and pulls out a cloth with the number 4 on it.
Shamel: Damn! Their are 4 people beyond you?
The Zero got up and began to walk down the alleyway.
Shamel: Wait brotha! The Seven is the other way!
The Zero stops for a moment but then continues his own way.
Shamel: Wait wait wait! Brotha wait! I know you have better things to do then this APW thing but your going against Street Wilson on your first match! Street Wilson!
The Zero stopped, turned around, and stood there.
Shamel: I know, I know, why so soon right? Your the mystery opponent my brotha! Mystery opponents help boost ratings so they wanna match you up against a potential rival first and I was able to hook you up with a fight against Wilson! You can thank me later!
The Zero walked back over to Shamel.
Shamel: Yeeeeeah, thats what I'm talken about!
The Zero and Shamel head out to find The Seven. Shamel began to clap his hands as he jumps to the movement of his song he was singing.
Shamel: Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive!
***************** The Seven *****************
There was a womanly figure dressed in a Green trenchcoat with a green corset under. Her face was covered mostly by bandages with the exception of her jaw. She wore a pair of black round sun glasses. She pulls out a wad of bills and plucks the amount for a glass of Jack Daniels. As she drank, two men approached her from behind.
Man 1: excuse me Ms. Seven?
The Seven: That's "The Seven" to you. You wanna hold a conversation with me? It's going to cost you 30 bucks.
The man was stunned a little. The second man gritted his teeth and pulled out 30 bucks. She takes it off his hands and adds it to the wad of cash.
The Seven: Speak.
Man 1: Our Bo-
The Seven: Not you. You only paid for one person to talk and that was him.
Man 1: You fucking bi-!
In less then a second she pulls a mug from the side and twirls with her finger like she would with a gun and presses the mug against the man's face without looking back.
The Seven: Bang, your dead. Next time I'll use the real thing. Dead or not your buddy over here is gonna have to pay 50 for that bullet.
The first man backs away with a shocked expression on his face. The second man approaches her.
Man 2: Our boss has wants to talk with you. He hears your good and wants you to take some one out for him.
The Seven: The only people I kill are those who act with evil intentions.
Man 2: He understands that. If it were someone else then he would not have come to you. You see, both of you get what you want. You get to eliminate one more evil off the street.
The Seven: What does he get out of the deal?
Man 2: A good nights rest and one less person threatening his life.
The Seven: Heheheh, that's how I know a man is a lost case when he can get a good nights sleep knowing someone was killed for him. Tell your boss I'm not a cheap assassin and its going to take at least a thousand dollars to get me off this chair and sit with him.
At that moment The Zero walked into the bar. Everyone dropped what they were doing as they saw him. Conversations were brought to a hault and even a few cigarettes fell from peoples mouths. Soon, Shamel stepped from behind.
Shamel: Damn Zero! You sure do know how to end a party. I've seen graveyards more lively then these ghostly faces.
The Seven: Well, well, well. If it isn't the zero. To what do I owe this unexpected appearance? Come to rub it in my face that you took my title at one point? I know you have to be at least a 5 or 6 now seeing how I won it back.
Shamel: Damn girl chil! We just wa-
The Seven: Shut up! Your not a number so the price for talking to me is 40.
Shamel: What happen to 20!?
Man 2: What?! I had to pay 30!
Shamel: Man you shut up! Aint nobody talkin to you!
Man 2: You shut the fuck up!
The Seven raises her gun in the air.
The Seven: Everyone shuts the fuck up. Your time expired. It's going to cost you 50 to talk to me again.
The man's eyes widen at the unexpected number but does not dare mutter a word. Instead he walks back to his boss to relay what The Seven told him.
Shamel: Zero this aint fair! She knows you can't talk. Brotha you need me!
The Zero steps forward and sits next to The Seven. He pulls out a cloth and lays it in front of her.
The Seven: You actually made it all the way to four? If you go all the way I wont feel bad loosing to you. Do you think you can do it?
The Zero pulled out his pad and wrote.
The number 8 has already agreed to fight me in two weeks for the number 3 title. The only thing that can prevent me from winning is starvation.
The Seven: What you need money? Money from me? Money for food?
Money for a few buses and a train ride to get to Boston. Shamel convinced me to join. Supposedly some really bad people in there and I'm already set to fight one of them. If I beat him I walk away with more money then what you lent me. I'll pay you back for sure.
The Seven: 50 dollar interest but consider that a gift. I normally charge at least a hundred for interest. How much?
The Zero flipped a page back to show what Shamel came up with.
The Seven: That's a pretty pennie. Alright then.
The Seven reached down in her pocket and pulled out the right amount and gave it to the zero.
The Seven: Don't be spending it all on chowder before you get there now.
She chuckled as one of the men came up from behind her and handed her a fifty.
The Seven: Speak.
Man 2: He would like to know if walking to you would save him any money?
The Seven: No.
He gives the seven a roll of money equal to a thousand dollars.
The Seven: Where is he?
Man 2: Over on that corner over there.
The Seven: We'll talk later Zero. Well... at least I'll talk but be sure to have my money next time you see me.
The man escorts The Seven over towards a booth. The Zero gets up and walks out of the bar with Shamel.
Shamel: Crazy ass bitch. Did she give you the money?
The Zero nodded.
Shamel: What a sweet angel! I don't know why you say those mean things about her Zero. Lets go!
********* Two Days Later in Boston *********
Both Shamel and The Zero walk into an office at the APW arena. A secretary is busy at work while Hurricane Jeff was supposively locked up in his office. The secretary held the phones off for a bit and let the two boys in.
Secretary Lucy: Are you here to see Jeff?
Shamel: Yeah, he's the mystery opponent. Just kinda want to figure out the pay here and get all the legal issues over with so we can find a gym and get to training.
Secretary Lucy: He should be in his office. Let me go check.
She get away from her desk and walks to Jeff's office and opens the door. The Zero and Shamel follow her in but no one could see Jeff anywhere. A sticky note can be seen near an open window with instructions for Lucy.
Secretary Lucy: *she picks it up and reads out loud* Dear Lucy, out playing hooky. Paper work sucks, be back when ever.
She cursed under her breath but turns towards the two with a bright smile.
Secretary Lucy: Eh, Mr. Jeff will be back... soon? Maybe I can help you boys out till he gets here?
Shamel: We just need some cash.
Secretary Lucy: That's not a problem. Just check your mail box.
Shamel: We don't... We don't own a mail box... We don't own anything.
Secretary Lucy: Well I know he mailed out everyone's checks. Did you check your apartments mail box?
Shamel: We don't even own an apartment!
Secretary Lucy: Oh just go to the Hilton south of here. Should be in your sight as you head out. Rooms are rented for wrestlers. He probably sent you your checks to your rooms.
Shamel: Oh damn! Zero you hear that!? We actually OWN a room! We have a bed to sleep on tonight! Hot damn! Thank you thank you thank you! We'll be back later for the match!
*** Front Desk ***
Both The Zero and Shamel stepped up to the front desk man. He gave them a snotty look and spoke.
Front Desk man: Oh great, hobos. Look we have a policy for people sleeping on our couches in the lobby so shoo!
Shamel: Well ha ha ha, brothas got jokes. I'm Shamel and this is The Zero. We should have rooms rented here by APW?
Front Desk Man: O-Oh, He's a wrestler. W-well then sir, uh.
He types franticly and pulls out two key cards and taps a bell. Suddenly a bell boy arrives.
Front Desk Man: T-take these two to there rooms will you Donny?
Shamel gives this really satisfied look on his face and leans over towards the desk man.
Shamel: Thank for your kindness *coughs* Dick *cough*. What's your name again? Leslie? Leslie?! This punk ass nigga over here making hobo jokes and your name is Leslie?! Leslie? Man your mama gave you girls name! She ever try to put a dress on you, hmmm? Every try to do your hair and put pretty bows up on your head?
The three walked off into the elevator.
Shamel: Damn I hate it when people who have the most retarded names try to start shit with me!
As the elevator doors close, Shamel gets serious.
Shamel: Yo Zero we need to talk man. If we have those checks in the mail, we got to do some shit about you! Look at you man! You look like you just got hit by a barage of bullets, jumped through a flaming building, and then drenched in the rain and shit. Man you need to wash your stanky ass. Well, yeah I should too but I know for a fact that your smell is worse! Look it bell boy over here trying to hold his breath, he's turning fucking blue! Breath motha fucka breath!
Shamel slaps the bell boy in the back. The bell boy laughs his ass off as he catches a breath of stanky air.
Shamel: We check for the checks, run out and shop, get back and take a shower, swap clothes and sleep. We got a busy day tomorrow including a promo. Yo bell boy, where can I learn more about Street Wilson?
Bell Boy: You guys have a computer with internet so just check him out on Youtube. A lot of the wresters end up having there promos posted on youtube by their fans. Street's not exception.
Shamel: Damn! I havent laid eyes on a computer in years! Alright, seeing how I'm the one whose talking, I'll do some research on Wilson and hit him where it hurts tomorrow baby! You just do what you gotta do to him him twice is hard when you two finally meet. Team work motha fucka! Team work!
As the doors opened and they walk into there own rooms, The Zero lays on top of his bed and kicks off his shoes.
Shamel: Ah damn no Zero! You gots the stank on the bed now we gotta wash the sheets and ah damn can we get anotha room brotha! Wha- what is this an air freshener over here? Pfft yeah, a lot good THAT little thing is gonna do. Come on, lets go get our checks so I can peel these damn clothes off and get into something new and fresh!
****** Inside APW arena ******
Both the Zero and Shamel walk out on the ramp looking at the half filled ramps. All of these people were die hard APW fans and people caught through curiosity to see the new wrestler in town. Shamel whispers over to Zero as they walk.
Shamel: We goin into the lion's den now. Keep yourself looking mysterious and jazz. Were banking off that look until we get a reputation.
Both climb into the ring and walk to the center. Shamel spots a mic and pulls it off its stand.
Shamel: Yo yo yo what is up Boston!
The crowd cheers for as Shamel keeps going.
Shamel: Serously. Boston, beautiful city. Down right gorgious like the ladies am I right?
The crowd at up the complement as Shamel continued.
Shamel: You know, ever since I was a little boy, I always wanted to be a super hero!
Both Shemel and the crowd chuckles.
Shamel: Well, the closest I got was being this guys side kick so I'll take it. Yes sir I will take this! But wait a minute Mr. Johnson! Whats a super hero and his side kick doing out in APW? Well, lets be honest folks. My titan of a friend here is going to take down ALL of your badies! THATS RIGHT! Street Wilson, were starting it with you! You been bringing the people down all your live and damn it! We are tired of it! It starts with you but by god It sure as well wont end there!
Shamel: Were going for you Biggs!
The crowd roars as Shamel begins to pump them up.
Shamel: When were done with you were going after Mr. Strange! We gonna kick that plastic mask wearin sissy boy out of this damn ring and more importantly...
The roaring crowd stops and listens. Shamel points his finger out to the crowd and turns around to point at everyone.
Shamel: Were all gonna do it together!
The crowd stomps there feet and cheers.
Shamel: Believe in us as we believe in you! There is nothing we cannot do together! We will tear down the foundations of evil! We will erase the despair they try to enforce upon us! The discrimination between Wrestler and Fan will be vanquished! We are one! Together we equal a power far greater then any contraption Strange puts together! We know better to let anything Biggs say get the better of us! Together we are better then Street Wilson!
Shamel stays silent as the crowd continues to cheer, over amped about the upcoming fight.
Shamel: And now my brothers, my sisters, my family... It is time we end this with what both me and The Zero think about Street Wilson. Wilson! Can you hear me! Can you hear the roar of these people! It's time you pay for what you've done to them! It's time you pay for everything you've done! You there with your golden chairs and your carefree life! When you roam the streets you roam for a a fight! When the Zero roams the streets, he roams for peace! Whether the two of you are different sides of the same card or from a whole notha deck, it wont matter because the Zero is coming to make you pay your dues!
Shamel: You claim to be a tweener. I claim your a liar! A heel fights for himself as do you! A heel lives exactly as you do, the difference is that normally a heel is big enough to be guarded instead of being the body guard.
Shamel raises his arm in the air with bald up fist.
Shamel: remember this every one, remember that for now on this is the symbol of peace! No fingers equals the zero. Say it with me now! Zero! For! Peace!
Crowd: Zero For Peace!
Shamel: Join me my family! ZERO FOR PEACE! FOR PEACE! FOR PEACE!
Crowd: FOR PEACE! FOR PEACE! FOR PEACE! FOR PEACE!
Shamel throws his hand up as he walks away.
Shamel: Peace at last, oh peace at last!
The Zero and Shamel jump out of the ring as ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWER plays them off.
Shamel whispers over to Zero.
Shamel: Who the hell picked that song out anyways?
The Zero shrugs.
