Post by zero on Aug 7, 2009 4:16:56 GMT -4
The Zero and Shamel walked down an empty street. No one was out this late at night in this paticular area because of how bad of a neighborhood it was. Shamel notices two guys following them but keeps his eyes straight ahead. He whispers over to The Zero.
Shamel: Two guys at our rear. Looks kind of dangerous. One on the right has his hands in his pockets. Possible knife or gun. Distance is probably around 10 steps behind us.
The Zero nodes as they both turn to an alleyway. The two men ran after them and turned the corner only to find Zero jumping from the corner, clenching both their throats and double choke slams them to the ground. Shamel is quick to search them for weapons to find a small shank. No gun this time. One man lets out a loud whistle and 5 other guys come out from houses nearby who were just watching. One goes for a swing and lands the punch on Zero's face but instead of flinching he pulls back and swings even harder at the other man's face. The blow hits and forces the thug to fall back. Another thug goes for a tackle but Zero suppresses his attack and hold him their for a bit trying to force him back. Another man goes for a tackle but Shamel runs in with a round house kick to the face that could make Chuck Norris proud. The man falls like a sack full of bricks. One of the guys finally gets wise and pulls out a gun and aims it. As Shamel and Zero look his way, a chakram comes flying out of nowhere and slices through the man's wrist with ease. His hand falls to the floor with the gun in it as it takes a few seconds for him to register what happened. He grabs his nub and starts screaming widely.
Everyone tries to get up and scatter, same with the man missing a hand nearly forgetting the hand he left on the road. Shamel and the Zero turned to see a tall figure standing across the road wielding a large spear with a lot of cloth wrapped around it as a sheath of sorts. Around his neck was a golden necklace with the number 8 dangling from it as a symbol. His mask was a black volto mask with the number 8 painted on it in white. His jacket was a long brown trench coat with his hoodie over his head.
Then Number Eight: Long time no see Zero.
****
Five people sat at a table staring into the face of the man at the head of the table. He wasn't in a good mood and called this emergency meeting to get their shit together. The man was rather old, probably in his late 60's. Old man was his nickname around here mainly because he didnt like having his name spread around everywhere. He practically had a whole new life he could jump to if this one failed.
Old man: 20 years boys. For 20 years you've let a couple of hobos wearing things they found from the street alive. Not once could you kill a single one of them. Ten people to choose from and you couldn't kill one. Meanwhile they have hunted us, stopped many deals, but the fear in our boys, and so on and so on.
Benny: Boss, we can't track them.
Old man: I don't want to hear it. It's because of you people, the streets don't fear us anymore. Even the cops can't be bought off as easily. People will take money form our loan sharks and wont pay it back because of the constant interfearence by the Numbers, by a bunch of damn hobos! The number Seven can be found at almost any bar but none of you bastards would dare challenge her! Instead you would rather hire her to finish jobs that you cannot!
Everyone looked down and away from the old man.
Old man: Yes, I've been keeping tabs on you people. Shameful little bastards. This kind of work is no longer fitted for guys like you who play it the old fashion way. I'm hiring a new man to take your place. My younger son Nero.
Trevor: You can't be serious boss! What is he like 16?
Nero: 18 you imbecile.
A tall boy stands at the doorway but not everyone could get a good look at him thanks to the dimness of the room.
Nero: 20 years of working against the Numbers case and not a single one of you have yet to unearth one fact about the numbers other then what they carry and the skills they have.
Nero tosses a folder onto the table.
Nero: one month of my own investigation and I've found considerably more facts then you've found rumors.
Old Man: Enlighten us son.
Nero: It cost around a thousand dollars of bargaining for exculsive photos as proof of the people's stories but it was worth it. Gentlemen, for some reason or another the Numbers have been fighting amongst themselves. For what reason? Possibly for territory, possessions, or maybe even leadership. After each fight an exchange is made, and exchange of what appears to be nothing more then a cloth. What these cloths represent is a mystery... for now, however what I have discovered is the area of which certain numbers fight for certain cloths. It's always these same spots for each one with the exception of The Number Nine, The Number One, The Number Zero, The Number Eight, and last but not least The Number Three. I would assume it is because none of these numbers were yet "challenged" yet. What ever the case may be, we now know where some of the fights are being held. It's only a matter of time until they fight again where we can ambush them from the sidelines. How hard could picking off two worn out people could be?
Old Man: Excellent Nero, do you people see now? This is what I'm talking about! Actual research done by hand instead of by depending on some grunt.
Trevor: And exactly how did you come to this conclusion, if you don't mind me asking? This all sounds like ludicrous if you ask me. If it wasn't staring right here in front of my face, I wouldn't believe it. Who would have thought the numbers had a grudge against one another?
Nero: When did I ever say they had a grudge? Don't be ridiculous, assumptions are for those without the drive to find the real answer.
Benny: You have such a drive?
Nero: With your permission father, I would like to go more in depth with my research. Give me a few months.
Benny: To hell with that! We know where they fight now! Lets gun them immediately!
Nero: Fool!
Old Man: I am curious Nero, why do you want to learn more from these potential dead men?
Nero: Do we not do what we do to profit father? Do we steal for pleasure or do we steal for our needs? Do we kill for fun or do we kill to set an example? Give me a few months to research and I will know exactly how to profit from these so called heroes.
Trevor: No one will miss them when they are gone, just kill them. Business will be back in no time.
Nero: Exactly where did you pick us such a gelastic reasoning? Obviously you havent read the papers or turned on a television in awile, have you? If you had known my reasearch in two months in advance then maybe you would have been right. Locals will grieve but eventually things will be back to normal though it would still take awhile to completely recover.
Old Man: What exactly did he miss?
Nero: The Number Zero of course. He's famous now, and I'm not talking about only inside this city.
Benny: What?
Nero: The Number Zero joined the wrestling organization known as APW and now more then ever, his fan base is rising dramatically.
Benny: Then we have to kill him and now we know where exactly to find him.
Old Man: You couldn't kill the hobos before, now no one fears us and other mob families laugh at us. We kill him now, they will continue to laugh. If we keep him up there and he does good, the laughter will eventually lessen.
Nero: Give it time and the Strange effect will take over.
Trever: Strange effect?
Nero: Mr. Strange. Ever since he had proven how evil he is back in EWC, masked vigilanties across the country have been popping up one after another, slowly creating a little chaos thanks to the evil that Strange inspires. If the Zero becomes as recognizeable as Mr. Strange, then more so called "heroes" Will pop up along the world. That's when other families will begin to intervien. So for now, keep the Zero and the numbers alive until trust is restored.
Trevor: Then how do you propose we make money if we let them get away with their interference?
Old Man: Figure it out on your own. Do you expect my son to solve all your problems? Your men, deal with the situation. Find a solution. Now leave us, I want to speak with my son.
Everyone gets up and leaves. As they leave they see the boy more clearly. His skin was pale and his hair was pitch black. His eyes were purple but probably due to some contacts he was wearing. As the door closes behind him, he walks up to the chair and sits in front of his father.
Old Man: You've grown well boy. How's your brother?
Nero: Which one?
Old Man: Your... closest brother?
Nero: Ah, he's fine. He's off doing research on The Number One. Sooner he finds him, the better.
The Old man sighed and leaned back against his chair.
Old Man: You don't know how lucky you've got it. Even with out everything I gave you-
Nero: The Alexandria's Genisis? A blessing above all blessings.
Old man: And your brother too. Neither your mother or I carried it but somehow or another... you two were the results.
Nero: Brother would call it fate, which would normally set me off. I prefir to call it chance.
Numbers
The Number Eight, Zero, and Shamel walked into the usual Diner. A girl was at the register this time. She had long brown hair and bright blue eyes with a smile that could light a dark room. She had to be somewhere in her late teens. Her body was extremely toned and fit to add to it.
Shamel: What happened to your boss? He sick?
Jessica: I had to pull in a favor to get this job. He's fine, I swear. Just taking the day off. Can I get you something? How about Clam Chowder for Tio Zero?
The three looked at each other. Knowing that the Zero couldnt ask, Shamel stepped in.
Shamel: Tio Zero? You mean Spanish for uncle Zero? You two have just met... Easy with the nick names there.
Jessica: I know what I said. How's it going Uncle Eight? Did you ever find the right guy to sharpen all your stuff?
The Number Eight: How do you know about that? Exactly what has the Zero... wait, what has Shamel.. Shamel? Did Zero tell you and you told- Huh? What did you say your name was?
She does some kind of pose with her two fingers behind her head and an hand at her hip.
Jessica: The beautiful and sexy Jessica. Jessica Rabbit if you must. The new number two!
Even Zero flinched as Shamel nearly fell off his stool. This mind fuck put Number Eight to silence. He didn't know what to say let alone how to react.
Shamel: Impossible! We already have a Number Two! She's even holding the number two title!
Jessica: Isn't it obvious? I hate to say this. I really do but if I know so much about you guys you know it must be true. The Original Number Two, also known as Blood Stained Rabbit, White Rabbit, or Rabbits' feet has died.
Shamel checks the place to see no one was around.
The Number Eight: P-prove it. Please you've got to.
The girl reaches in her pocket and pulls out a cloth with the number two on it.
Jessica: I've got my gear in the back in my backpack. She may not have been the best mother but she was a great person. I admired that... I spent all of my time practicing how to fight when I was little. Eventually daddy got me martial arts lessons when I was about 8. At the age 13, I kept following mom around despite her scolding. Finally made a deal to teach me some of her moves as long as I stayed home. She died a year ago. I saw her take a bullet for someone. Before the rumors could spread that the two was dead, I took her mask, weapon, and everything that could trace her to be one of the numbers and wore them myself. I've lasted a year. Now people think I'm either invincible or the undead!
She laughed hollowly to herself as everyone else looked down. The Zero was cut deep by the lose but new eventually that a number would have to die. It was a miracle that a replacement was found before word got out. Last checking a few of the numbers, he did recall them mentioning possible replacements. Though he hated the idea of putting Shamel in his shoes, it was possible for Shamel to replace him when he finally kicked the bucket. One thing was for sure for him, age wouldn't be the cause of death. The Zero looked at Shamel and nudged him. He looked at Zero and understood what he wanted him to ask.
Shamel: Jessica. What will you do if you ever found the guys that killed your mother?
Jessica paused a little, looking down at the register.
Jessica: I... I don't know...
Everyone was quiet for a bit. They finally looked at each other and The Eight finally sighed.
The Number Eight: Jessica, you've got something I want but first I have to deal with Zero however, I'm going to push back the time a bit. I've got a lot on my mind and I'm sure you do too Zero. One of us is going to have to test you out to see if you got what it takes to be in The Numbers. Zero, do you want to test her or me? If you do, I'm fine with it. This will give me time to alert the other numbers about the current situation and more importantly, hear what The Number Nine has to say.
Shamel: What'll it be Zero?
The Zero points to Jessica without hesitation. Meeting The Number Nine wasn't on his To Do List until after he snagged The Number One title.
Jessica: Partnering with Zero? This is... this is amazing! Sounds like fun.
Shamel: Yeah well, no offense Zero but it aint all that it's cracked up to be. Your going to learn how to make decisions. Were hoping by the end of it, you'll be able to make impossible decisions as well.
The Number Eight: Shamel, you'll either be coming with me or finding something else to do. This is strictly a Number's issue. It's in the regulations that The Number Nine wrote off.
Shamel: What? Zero's a mute! How do you expect him to keep a conversation going?
The Number Eight: A lot of paper and probably a couple of pens. It's not my decision.
The Number Zero puts a hand on Shamel's shoulder and nods. Shamel sighs, knowing full well nothing can be done.
Shamel: Alright, I'll go with The Number Eight.
The Number Eight: Thank you.
Shamel: But first things first, In a couple of hours the train will be heading off. You've got to at least let me go with you there Zero. I don't think the fan's will be able to ready your writing from the ring.
Row Row Fight the Power kicks on as Shamel and The Zero walk down the ramp and slide into the ring. Shamel grabs the mic and examines the crowd. There were certainly a lot more people here to witness the promo this time.
DO THE IMPOSSIBLE
SEE THE INVISIBLE
RAW! RAW!
FIGHT THE POWER!
TOUCH THE UNTOUCHABLE
BREAK THE UNBREAKABLE
RAW! RAW!
FIGHT THE POWER!
Shamel: Honor! Love! Peace! Respect! This is what you expect to see from the Zero! This is what the Zero promises! No maybes! No uncertainty! Only inspiration!
What you gonna do is what you wanna do
Just break the rule, and you see the truth
This is the theme of *G* coming through baby!
RAW! RAW!
FIGHT THE POWER!
Shamel: Don't just watch the Zero! Be the Zero! He lives for you! He fights for you! He will die for you! Will Micheal Lively die for you?!
The Crowd shouts out nos and Nevers.
Shamel: Yet this was a man who would claim to be your Jesus! Did Jesus fight for himself or did he fight for you! Yeah, thought so. Zero isn't Jesus but he sure as hell will take the beatings for you, all of you. There isn't a thing about you the Zero wouldn't fight for.
Power to the peeps, power to the dream
Still missing piece scattering, so incomplete
We be the most incredible soldier from underground
See how easy, we all fall down
Digging to the core to see the light
Let's get out of here babe, that's the way to survive
Top of the head, I'm on the set
Do the impossible, don't you wanna bet?
Cuz, alot of things changed, we be waiting in vain
Shamel: All of a man's flaws and sins can be forgiven. Zero see's this and does not weigh a man's life by the sins he committed but the potential good within themselves. He will help you enforce your will to cut through the dark!
If you wanna get by, no pain no gain
WOW! Fakers wanna test me again
(Damn! Suckers wanna test me again)
Sorry, my rhyme's gonna snatch your brain
We gonna make it happen with the crazy rap
(I'm still starving for the straight up shit)
We gonna make it happen with the crazy rap skill (shit)
Get ready to rumble, now is the time
If you don't know, now you know
(Good luck fellows! ha ha)
Shamel: Whether hell itself breaks loose or the heavens comes crashing down, as long as there is ONE SINGLE BREATH STILL LEFT IN THIS MAN, HE WILL FIGHT ON!
Everyone cheers on as the song and Shamel continue.
DO THE IMPOSSIBLE
SEE THE INVISIBLE
RAW! RAW!
FIGHT THE POWER!
TOUCH THE UNTOUCHABLE
BREAK THE UNBREAKABLE
RAW! RAW!
FIGHT THE POWER!
What you gonna do is what you wanna do
Just break the rule, and you see the truth
This is the theme of *G* coming through baby!
RAW! RAW!
FIGHT THE POWER!
Shamel: Man was not made to live in fear! Man was made rise up and advance! If what you call fate tells you this is your limit, cut through it with all of your will and might! Nothing is impossible for a man who puts all of his strength into what he does!
2nd verse dedicates to the real peeps
What we got to say is so real thing
(What we got to say is damn real thing)
Cuz, revolution ain't never gonna televise
Kicking the mad flow, microphone phenotype
(Kicking the dope shit, microphone phenotype)
Shamel: You tell me how a hot head like Royce could possibly overcome a man who puts his very soul into what he does! If he is unbreakable we will break him! If he is invisible we will see him! If he is invincible we will beat him!
Open your third eye, seeing through the overground
I'm about to hit you with the scream from the underground
Whole city is covered with the cyber flavor
*G* is in your area, one of the toughest enigma
Shamel: You tell me how this man who fights for himself could possibly defeat Zero! A man who fights WITH all of you! Royce vs the hundreds! Royce vs the thousands! Royce vs the millions! LETS SHOW HIM THE POWER OF THE ZERO! THE POWER OF US! ZERO FOR PEACE! ZERO FOR PEACE! ZERO FOR PEEEEEEAAAACE!!!!
Everyone was up in a roar over the speech and broke out cheering Zero For Peace! The song finished at the end of his speech with them sliding out of the ring, exiting the up the ramp.
Shamel: Two guys at our rear. Looks kind of dangerous. One on the right has his hands in his pockets. Possible knife or gun. Distance is probably around 10 steps behind us.
The Zero nodes as they both turn to an alleyway. The two men ran after them and turned the corner only to find Zero jumping from the corner, clenching both their throats and double choke slams them to the ground. Shamel is quick to search them for weapons to find a small shank. No gun this time. One man lets out a loud whistle and 5 other guys come out from houses nearby who were just watching. One goes for a swing and lands the punch on Zero's face but instead of flinching he pulls back and swings even harder at the other man's face. The blow hits and forces the thug to fall back. Another thug goes for a tackle but Zero suppresses his attack and hold him their for a bit trying to force him back. Another man goes for a tackle but Shamel runs in with a round house kick to the face that could make Chuck Norris proud. The man falls like a sack full of bricks. One of the guys finally gets wise and pulls out a gun and aims it. As Shamel and Zero look his way, a chakram comes flying out of nowhere and slices through the man's wrist with ease. His hand falls to the floor with the gun in it as it takes a few seconds for him to register what happened. He grabs his nub and starts screaming widely.
Everyone tries to get up and scatter, same with the man missing a hand nearly forgetting the hand he left on the road. Shamel and the Zero turned to see a tall figure standing across the road wielding a large spear with a lot of cloth wrapped around it as a sheath of sorts. Around his neck was a golden necklace with the number 8 dangling from it as a symbol. His mask was a black volto mask with the number 8 painted on it in white. His jacket was a long brown trench coat with his hoodie over his head.
Then Number Eight: Long time no see Zero.
****
Five people sat at a table staring into the face of the man at the head of the table. He wasn't in a good mood and called this emergency meeting to get their shit together. The man was rather old, probably in his late 60's. Old man was his nickname around here mainly because he didnt like having his name spread around everywhere. He practically had a whole new life he could jump to if this one failed.
Old man: 20 years boys. For 20 years you've let a couple of hobos wearing things they found from the street alive. Not once could you kill a single one of them. Ten people to choose from and you couldn't kill one. Meanwhile they have hunted us, stopped many deals, but the fear in our boys, and so on and so on.
Benny: Boss, we can't track them.
Old man: I don't want to hear it. It's because of you people, the streets don't fear us anymore. Even the cops can't be bought off as easily. People will take money form our loan sharks and wont pay it back because of the constant interfearence by the Numbers, by a bunch of damn hobos! The number Seven can be found at almost any bar but none of you bastards would dare challenge her! Instead you would rather hire her to finish jobs that you cannot!
Everyone looked down and away from the old man.
Old man: Yes, I've been keeping tabs on you people. Shameful little bastards. This kind of work is no longer fitted for guys like you who play it the old fashion way. I'm hiring a new man to take your place. My younger son Nero.
Trevor: You can't be serious boss! What is he like 16?
Nero: 18 you imbecile.
A tall boy stands at the doorway but not everyone could get a good look at him thanks to the dimness of the room.
Nero: 20 years of working against the Numbers case and not a single one of you have yet to unearth one fact about the numbers other then what they carry and the skills they have.
Nero tosses a folder onto the table.
Nero: one month of my own investigation and I've found considerably more facts then you've found rumors.
Old Man: Enlighten us son.
Nero: It cost around a thousand dollars of bargaining for exculsive photos as proof of the people's stories but it was worth it. Gentlemen, for some reason or another the Numbers have been fighting amongst themselves. For what reason? Possibly for territory, possessions, or maybe even leadership. After each fight an exchange is made, and exchange of what appears to be nothing more then a cloth. What these cloths represent is a mystery... for now, however what I have discovered is the area of which certain numbers fight for certain cloths. It's always these same spots for each one with the exception of The Number Nine, The Number One, The Number Zero, The Number Eight, and last but not least The Number Three. I would assume it is because none of these numbers were yet "challenged" yet. What ever the case may be, we now know where some of the fights are being held. It's only a matter of time until they fight again where we can ambush them from the sidelines. How hard could picking off two worn out people could be?
Old Man: Excellent Nero, do you people see now? This is what I'm talking about! Actual research done by hand instead of by depending on some grunt.
Trevor: And exactly how did you come to this conclusion, if you don't mind me asking? This all sounds like ludicrous if you ask me. If it wasn't staring right here in front of my face, I wouldn't believe it. Who would have thought the numbers had a grudge against one another?
Nero: When did I ever say they had a grudge? Don't be ridiculous, assumptions are for those without the drive to find the real answer.
Benny: You have such a drive?
Nero: With your permission father, I would like to go more in depth with my research. Give me a few months.
Benny: To hell with that! We know where they fight now! Lets gun them immediately!
Nero: Fool!
Old Man: I am curious Nero, why do you want to learn more from these potential dead men?
Nero: Do we not do what we do to profit father? Do we steal for pleasure or do we steal for our needs? Do we kill for fun or do we kill to set an example? Give me a few months to research and I will know exactly how to profit from these so called heroes.
Trevor: No one will miss them when they are gone, just kill them. Business will be back in no time.
Nero: Exactly where did you pick us such a gelastic reasoning? Obviously you havent read the papers or turned on a television in awile, have you? If you had known my reasearch in two months in advance then maybe you would have been right. Locals will grieve but eventually things will be back to normal though it would still take awhile to completely recover.
Old Man: What exactly did he miss?
Nero: The Number Zero of course. He's famous now, and I'm not talking about only inside this city.
Benny: What?
Nero: The Number Zero joined the wrestling organization known as APW and now more then ever, his fan base is rising dramatically.
Benny: Then we have to kill him and now we know where exactly to find him.
Old Man: You couldn't kill the hobos before, now no one fears us and other mob families laugh at us. We kill him now, they will continue to laugh. If we keep him up there and he does good, the laughter will eventually lessen.
Nero: Give it time and the Strange effect will take over.
Trever: Strange effect?
Nero: Mr. Strange. Ever since he had proven how evil he is back in EWC, masked vigilanties across the country have been popping up one after another, slowly creating a little chaos thanks to the evil that Strange inspires. If the Zero becomes as recognizeable as Mr. Strange, then more so called "heroes" Will pop up along the world. That's when other families will begin to intervien. So for now, keep the Zero and the numbers alive until trust is restored.
Trevor: Then how do you propose we make money if we let them get away with their interference?
Old Man: Figure it out on your own. Do you expect my son to solve all your problems? Your men, deal with the situation. Find a solution. Now leave us, I want to speak with my son.
Everyone gets up and leaves. As they leave they see the boy more clearly. His skin was pale and his hair was pitch black. His eyes were purple but probably due to some contacts he was wearing. As the door closes behind him, he walks up to the chair and sits in front of his father.
Old Man: You've grown well boy. How's your brother?
Nero: Which one?
Old Man: Your... closest brother?
Nero: Ah, he's fine. He's off doing research on The Number One. Sooner he finds him, the better.
The Old man sighed and leaned back against his chair.
Old Man: You don't know how lucky you've got it. Even with out everything I gave you-
Nero: The Alexandria's Genisis? A blessing above all blessings.
Old man: And your brother too. Neither your mother or I carried it but somehow or another... you two were the results.
Nero: Brother would call it fate, which would normally set me off. I prefir to call it chance.
Numbers
The Number Eight, Zero, and Shamel walked into the usual Diner. A girl was at the register this time. She had long brown hair and bright blue eyes with a smile that could light a dark room. She had to be somewhere in her late teens. Her body was extremely toned and fit to add to it.
Shamel: What happened to your boss? He sick?
Jessica: I had to pull in a favor to get this job. He's fine, I swear. Just taking the day off. Can I get you something? How about Clam Chowder for Tio Zero?
The three looked at each other. Knowing that the Zero couldnt ask, Shamel stepped in.
Shamel: Tio Zero? You mean Spanish for uncle Zero? You two have just met... Easy with the nick names there.
Jessica: I know what I said. How's it going Uncle Eight? Did you ever find the right guy to sharpen all your stuff?
The Number Eight: How do you know about that? Exactly what has the Zero... wait, what has Shamel.. Shamel? Did Zero tell you and you told- Huh? What did you say your name was?
She does some kind of pose with her two fingers behind her head and an hand at her hip.
Jessica: The beautiful and sexy Jessica. Jessica Rabbit if you must. The new number two!
Even Zero flinched as Shamel nearly fell off his stool. This mind fuck put Number Eight to silence. He didn't know what to say let alone how to react.
Shamel: Impossible! We already have a Number Two! She's even holding the number two title!
Jessica: Isn't it obvious? I hate to say this. I really do but if I know so much about you guys you know it must be true. The Original Number Two, also known as Blood Stained Rabbit, White Rabbit, or Rabbits' feet has died.
Shamel checks the place to see no one was around.
The Number Eight: P-prove it. Please you've got to.
The girl reaches in her pocket and pulls out a cloth with the number two on it.
Jessica: I've got my gear in the back in my backpack. She may not have been the best mother but she was a great person. I admired that... I spent all of my time practicing how to fight when I was little. Eventually daddy got me martial arts lessons when I was about 8. At the age 13, I kept following mom around despite her scolding. Finally made a deal to teach me some of her moves as long as I stayed home. She died a year ago. I saw her take a bullet for someone. Before the rumors could spread that the two was dead, I took her mask, weapon, and everything that could trace her to be one of the numbers and wore them myself. I've lasted a year. Now people think I'm either invincible or the undead!
She laughed hollowly to herself as everyone else looked down. The Zero was cut deep by the lose but new eventually that a number would have to die. It was a miracle that a replacement was found before word got out. Last checking a few of the numbers, he did recall them mentioning possible replacements. Though he hated the idea of putting Shamel in his shoes, it was possible for Shamel to replace him when he finally kicked the bucket. One thing was for sure for him, age wouldn't be the cause of death. The Zero looked at Shamel and nudged him. He looked at Zero and understood what he wanted him to ask.
Shamel: Jessica. What will you do if you ever found the guys that killed your mother?
Jessica paused a little, looking down at the register.
Jessica: I... I don't know...
Everyone was quiet for a bit. They finally looked at each other and The Eight finally sighed.
The Number Eight: Jessica, you've got something I want but first I have to deal with Zero however, I'm going to push back the time a bit. I've got a lot on my mind and I'm sure you do too Zero. One of us is going to have to test you out to see if you got what it takes to be in The Numbers. Zero, do you want to test her or me? If you do, I'm fine with it. This will give me time to alert the other numbers about the current situation and more importantly, hear what The Number Nine has to say.
Shamel: What'll it be Zero?
The Zero points to Jessica without hesitation. Meeting The Number Nine wasn't on his To Do List until after he snagged The Number One title.
Jessica: Partnering with Zero? This is... this is amazing! Sounds like fun.
Shamel: Yeah well, no offense Zero but it aint all that it's cracked up to be. Your going to learn how to make decisions. Were hoping by the end of it, you'll be able to make impossible decisions as well.
The Number Eight: Shamel, you'll either be coming with me or finding something else to do. This is strictly a Number's issue. It's in the regulations that The Number Nine wrote off.
Shamel: What? Zero's a mute! How do you expect him to keep a conversation going?
The Number Eight: A lot of paper and probably a couple of pens. It's not my decision.
The Number Zero puts a hand on Shamel's shoulder and nods. Shamel sighs, knowing full well nothing can be done.
Shamel: Alright, I'll go with The Number Eight.
The Number Eight: Thank you.
Shamel: But first things first, In a couple of hours the train will be heading off. You've got to at least let me go with you there Zero. I don't think the fan's will be able to ready your writing from the ring.
Row Row Fight the Power kicks on as Shamel and The Zero walk down the ramp and slide into the ring. Shamel grabs the mic and examines the crowd. There were certainly a lot more people here to witness the promo this time.
DO THE IMPOSSIBLE
SEE THE INVISIBLE
RAW! RAW!
FIGHT THE POWER!
TOUCH THE UNTOUCHABLE
BREAK THE UNBREAKABLE
RAW! RAW!
FIGHT THE POWER!
Shamel: Honor! Love! Peace! Respect! This is what you expect to see from the Zero! This is what the Zero promises! No maybes! No uncertainty! Only inspiration!
What you gonna do is what you wanna do
Just break the rule, and you see the truth
This is the theme of *G* coming through baby!
RAW! RAW!
FIGHT THE POWER!
Shamel: Don't just watch the Zero! Be the Zero! He lives for you! He fights for you! He will die for you! Will Micheal Lively die for you?!
The Crowd shouts out nos and Nevers.
Shamel: Yet this was a man who would claim to be your Jesus! Did Jesus fight for himself or did he fight for you! Yeah, thought so. Zero isn't Jesus but he sure as hell will take the beatings for you, all of you. There isn't a thing about you the Zero wouldn't fight for.
Power to the peeps, power to the dream
Still missing piece scattering, so incomplete
We be the most incredible soldier from underground
See how easy, we all fall down
Digging to the core to see the light
Let's get out of here babe, that's the way to survive
Top of the head, I'm on the set
Do the impossible, don't you wanna bet?
Cuz, alot of things changed, we be waiting in vain
Shamel: All of a man's flaws and sins can be forgiven. Zero see's this and does not weigh a man's life by the sins he committed but the potential good within themselves. He will help you enforce your will to cut through the dark!
If you wanna get by, no pain no gain
WOW! Fakers wanna test me again
(Damn! Suckers wanna test me again)
Sorry, my rhyme's gonna snatch your brain
We gonna make it happen with the crazy rap
(I'm still starving for the straight up shit)
We gonna make it happen with the crazy rap skill (shit)
Get ready to rumble, now is the time
If you don't know, now you know
(Good luck fellows! ha ha)
Shamel: Whether hell itself breaks loose or the heavens comes crashing down, as long as there is ONE SINGLE BREATH STILL LEFT IN THIS MAN, HE WILL FIGHT ON!
Everyone cheers on as the song and Shamel continue.
DO THE IMPOSSIBLE
SEE THE INVISIBLE
RAW! RAW!
FIGHT THE POWER!
TOUCH THE UNTOUCHABLE
BREAK THE UNBREAKABLE
RAW! RAW!
FIGHT THE POWER!
What you gonna do is what you wanna do
Just break the rule, and you see the truth
This is the theme of *G* coming through baby!
RAW! RAW!
FIGHT THE POWER!
Shamel: Man was not made to live in fear! Man was made rise up and advance! If what you call fate tells you this is your limit, cut through it with all of your will and might! Nothing is impossible for a man who puts all of his strength into what he does!
2nd verse dedicates to the real peeps
What we got to say is so real thing
(What we got to say is damn real thing)
Cuz, revolution ain't never gonna televise
Kicking the mad flow, microphone phenotype
(Kicking the dope shit, microphone phenotype)
Shamel: You tell me how a hot head like Royce could possibly overcome a man who puts his very soul into what he does! If he is unbreakable we will break him! If he is invisible we will see him! If he is invincible we will beat him!
Open your third eye, seeing through the overground
I'm about to hit you with the scream from the underground
Whole city is covered with the cyber flavor
*G* is in your area, one of the toughest enigma
Shamel: You tell me how this man who fights for himself could possibly defeat Zero! A man who fights WITH all of you! Royce vs the hundreds! Royce vs the thousands! Royce vs the millions! LETS SHOW HIM THE POWER OF THE ZERO! THE POWER OF US! ZERO FOR PEACE! ZERO FOR PEACE! ZERO FOR PEEEEEEAAAACE!!!!
Everyone was up in a roar over the speech and broke out cheering Zero For Peace! The song finished at the end of his speech with them sliding out of the ring, exiting the up the ramp.
