Post by zero on Jul 15, 2009 15:30:33 GMT -4
With a crash, a man is thrown at a dumpster and left unconsious. The mugger snores as the Zero grabs the man by the arm and drags him out. The Zero himself wears bandages over his entire head and a worn down gray felt hat on. He wears red tinted goggles to hide his eyes and worn out black and white striped scarf around his neck that goes all the way down to his knees. He wore a large brown trench coat with many bullet holes, burn marks, and cuts all across and around it. He wore two layers of wool gloves and a pair of worn down sneakers. The stench of the man was very strong as well. It was as if he slept in a dumpster. The woman who was being mugged thanked both The Zero and Shamel who quickly followed behind him. She sprinted off home with her things to sleep this nightmare away.
Shamel had a large Afro that was hard to keep going when living on the streets. He wore a gray sweater with blue jacket over himself. His blue jeans had holes all over and his shoes were about as bad as The Zero's along with his smell. He leans over the mugger and smiles widely.
Shamel: YEAH BITCH! Fuckin Zero in the hisous! Knockin down the baddies and still taken numbas! Booyah biatch!
Paying no attention to his follower, the Zero continues to drag the man until suddenly he picks the man up and tosses him into the dumpster and walks away.
Shamel: Have a nice nap Motha Fucka! That ought-ah teach yah not to go muggen people while the Zero's in town!
Both Shamel and the Zero walked the streets for awhile. With the sudden excitement of stopping the mugger out of Shamel's system, he cracked his neck and reached in his pocket and pulled out a crumbled old piece of paper.
Shamel: Yo Zero, I've been thinking for awhile and well... I think we need to get our selves a job.
Zero ignores Shamel as he walks into this favorite diner. The old man who owned the place smiled as they walked in.
Jordon: Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Mr. Hero and the side kick! Ya'll got money this time?
Shamel: Yeaaah pops, don't we always!?
Jordon: Heeeeell no. It's all good that your cleaning the streets and all but yall motha fuckas need to get yourselves a real damn job!
Shamel: That's what I was tellin him!
The Zero sits down on a stool and pulls out all the coins he found on the ground for the past few days and counts them on the table. Shamel starts to do the same thing.
Jordon: What can I get you boys? The usual?
Shamel: Get my man Zero his Clam chowder to go just like he likes it. Don't be afraid to hold back on the clams this time. My boy Zero didnt really taste much clam the last time.
Jordon: And he told you this? Without talking?
Shamel: We have our ways of communicating.
Jordon: Since when did a pin head like yourself know sigh language.
Shamel: It aint no sigh language you old fart!
Jordon: Heh, figured as much. That's beyond your knowledge! Morse code?
Shamel: only Morse code my boy Zero knows is how to tell bad guys good night! Bam! Bam! Done, fights ova! Aint that right Zero!
Zero continued to ignore Shamel as he finishes stacking up his nickles and dimes in dollar amounts.
Jordon: Oh yeah, boys a real chatter box aint he?
Shamel: Damn Zero! Why you gotta be so cold! Leaven a brotha hangin!
The Zero pulls the exact amount into one pile and cups his hands over it and pushes it towards Jordon to count.
Shamel: Lets get back to this idea I had Z man. Take a look at this.
Shamel puts the peice of paper right in front of Zero to read.
Shamel: APW. We can do this thing man! It's easy money! All you gotta do is do what you do best!
The Zero pushes the paper out of the way.
Shamel: Wait wait wait! Think about it! There are suppose to be some real bad dudes in there man! You got Biggs who needs an attitude adjustment, treats people like shit really. We also have a psychopathic serial killing mad scientist named Mr. Strange. If that doesn't catch your attention we got another guy in there, just showed up called Micheal Lively. Dude blew up a some dudes car just to fuck with him! Level One is a big bad ass heel knocking people down. Oh! Street Wilson. Think of him as the Anti you! He's walking around busting shit up in the streets. Motha fucka is probably selling drugs to little kids and what not!
The Zero pauses a bit, actually listening to what Shamel has to say for a change.
Shamel: Look look look! *he grabs the peice of paper and borrows Jordon's pen and writes down some figures* This is what starting wrestlers get when they fight! This is what they get per fight aaaaaaaaand this is what they get once they have a title! Brotha man, listen. I'm freaking tired of sleeping in dumpster! I mean its cool if you want too because I know you been doing this shit for years now but come on man. If anything, do it to have chowder every day! We no longer have to pick shit out of trash cans bro! It's chowder in the mourning, chowder in the evening, and brotha its chowder for supper time! You fight a couple of matches and you can have chowder any time!
The Zero grabs the pen away from Shamel and writes on the paper.
Food is one thing but are the crimes they commit real? Not publicity?
Shamel: Nigga, I know a guy who knew a guy who was there in that last fight they all had up in Mexico. Motha fucka with the mask was really on top of some invisible flying car! The tech is real! What he's doing with it is the mystery! Putting the sci-fi away for a moment. What I do know for a fact is that this Street Wilson cat is for real. He's a crazy ass motha fucka and will bust up anyone, anywhere, even if they look at him funny! Look, I'll manage you and I'll do the promo for you! You just sit back and relax and once in awhile come on up and knock some sense into these dummies!
Jordon: Heh heh, I dont care what you two do as long as you pay full price for your meals. *He gives The Zero a paper bag with a cup of chowder inside* You just realize that The Zero's gonna have a problem if he gets in the ring with a real hero like Pence! He fights for the people!
Shamel: And just what the hell do you think brotha man over here fights for if Pence is the only one fighting for the people?
Jordon: Chowder!
The Zero ignores the two arguing as he picks up his meal and leaves.
Shamel: Yo Zero! Wait up! *looking back at Jordon* You and me gonna finish this debat later!
Jordon: You pay for your meals in bills and I might just let you win!
Shamel had a large Afro that was hard to keep going when living on the streets. He wore a gray sweater with blue jacket over himself. His blue jeans had holes all over and his shoes were about as bad as The Zero's along with his smell. He leans over the mugger and smiles widely.
Shamel: YEAH BITCH! Fuckin Zero in the hisous! Knockin down the baddies and still taken numbas! Booyah biatch!
Paying no attention to his follower, the Zero continues to drag the man until suddenly he picks the man up and tosses him into the dumpster and walks away.
Shamel: Have a nice nap Motha Fucka! That ought-ah teach yah not to go muggen people while the Zero's in town!
Both Shamel and the Zero walked the streets for awhile. With the sudden excitement of stopping the mugger out of Shamel's system, he cracked his neck and reached in his pocket and pulled out a crumbled old piece of paper.
Shamel: Yo Zero, I've been thinking for awhile and well... I think we need to get our selves a job.
Zero ignores Shamel as he walks into this favorite diner. The old man who owned the place smiled as they walked in.
Jordon: Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Mr. Hero and the side kick! Ya'll got money this time?
Shamel: Yeaaah pops, don't we always!?
Jordon: Heeeeell no. It's all good that your cleaning the streets and all but yall motha fuckas need to get yourselves a real damn job!
Shamel: That's what I was tellin him!
The Zero sits down on a stool and pulls out all the coins he found on the ground for the past few days and counts them on the table. Shamel starts to do the same thing.
Jordon: What can I get you boys? The usual?
Shamel: Get my man Zero his Clam chowder to go just like he likes it. Don't be afraid to hold back on the clams this time. My boy Zero didnt really taste much clam the last time.
Jordon: And he told you this? Without talking?
Shamel: We have our ways of communicating.
Jordon: Since when did a pin head like yourself know sigh language.
Shamel: It aint no sigh language you old fart!
Jordon: Heh, figured as much. That's beyond your knowledge! Morse code?
Shamel: only Morse code my boy Zero knows is how to tell bad guys good night! Bam! Bam! Done, fights ova! Aint that right Zero!
Zero continued to ignore Shamel as he finishes stacking up his nickles and dimes in dollar amounts.
Jordon: Oh yeah, boys a real chatter box aint he?
Shamel: Damn Zero! Why you gotta be so cold! Leaven a brotha hangin!
The Zero pulls the exact amount into one pile and cups his hands over it and pushes it towards Jordon to count.
Shamel: Lets get back to this idea I had Z man. Take a look at this.
Shamel puts the peice of paper right in front of Zero to read.
Shamel: APW. We can do this thing man! It's easy money! All you gotta do is do what you do best!
The Zero pushes the paper out of the way.
Shamel: Wait wait wait! Think about it! There are suppose to be some real bad dudes in there man! You got Biggs who needs an attitude adjustment, treats people like shit really. We also have a psychopathic serial killing mad scientist named Mr. Strange. If that doesn't catch your attention we got another guy in there, just showed up called Micheal Lively. Dude blew up a some dudes car just to fuck with him! Level One is a big bad ass heel knocking people down. Oh! Street Wilson. Think of him as the Anti you! He's walking around busting shit up in the streets. Motha fucka is probably selling drugs to little kids and what not!
The Zero pauses a bit, actually listening to what Shamel has to say for a change.
Shamel: Look look look! *he grabs the peice of paper and borrows Jordon's pen and writes down some figures* This is what starting wrestlers get when they fight! This is what they get per fight aaaaaaaaand this is what they get once they have a title! Brotha man, listen. I'm freaking tired of sleeping in dumpster! I mean its cool if you want too because I know you been doing this shit for years now but come on man. If anything, do it to have chowder every day! We no longer have to pick shit out of trash cans bro! It's chowder in the mourning, chowder in the evening, and brotha its chowder for supper time! You fight a couple of matches and you can have chowder any time!
The Zero grabs the pen away from Shamel and writes on the paper.
Food is one thing but are the crimes they commit real? Not publicity?
Shamel: Nigga, I know a guy who knew a guy who was there in that last fight they all had up in Mexico. Motha fucka with the mask was really on top of some invisible flying car! The tech is real! What he's doing with it is the mystery! Putting the sci-fi away for a moment. What I do know for a fact is that this Street Wilson cat is for real. He's a crazy ass motha fucka and will bust up anyone, anywhere, even if they look at him funny! Look, I'll manage you and I'll do the promo for you! You just sit back and relax and once in awhile come on up and knock some sense into these dummies!
Jordon: Heh heh, I dont care what you two do as long as you pay full price for your meals. *He gives The Zero a paper bag with a cup of chowder inside* You just realize that The Zero's gonna have a problem if he gets in the ring with a real hero like Pence! He fights for the people!
Shamel: And just what the hell do you think brotha man over here fights for if Pence is the only one fighting for the people?
Jordon: Chowder!
The Zero ignores the two arguing as he picks up his meal and leaves.
Shamel: Yo Zero! Wait up! *looking back at Jordon* You and me gonna finish this debat later!
Jordon: You pay for your meals in bills and I might just let you win!
