Post by Zombie DankMorris on Jul 10, 2012 22:17:35 GMT -5
CRACK !
THUD!
Like drunken highlanders two men slug it out on a cliff top, over looking a deep canyon below. Both men bloodied and bruised yet they fight on for greater glory.
“ SIX HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS!”
One of them yells as he staggers forward and connects with a hay-maker, causing both men to collapse on the ground. The C.W. Griswold Canyon, goes silent, only gasps of air can be heard from two exhausted men. The man that threw the hay-maker gets to his feet but stands doubled over, resting his hands on his knees and still gasping for air.
Man: “ How.. How did… you.. F-.. find me?”
The second man gets to his feet and stands tall, rubbing his jaw for a moment.
Man 2: For a god, you sure do hit like a bitch. Now give me my ticket, Juice.
OJ: You’re still on about that ticket? You have the world at your finger tips and you care more about money?
Zombie: Fuck bitches, make money. Ticket, now.
OJ spits pinkish salvia into the dirt, symbolically giving Zombie his answer. Zombie cracks his neck and takes a step towards OJ.
OJ: So we’re gonna finish this and you, you with out your precious lottery ticket.
Zombie: No juice, no. Smeadly told me you were like a god, I intend to prove him wrong.
OJ starts to chuckle to himself.
OJ: Something like a god? You would know all about that now wouldn’t you?
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Scene 2 -Dead Mans Gambit
Smeadly’s Hut, Haiti. ( A few days prior )
~ FLASH BACK~
Zombie and Smeadly look over at an unconscious Joseph Wimbly.
Smeadly: Now your Boujin knows his place. As for this, I’m not sure of I can help you. My black magic won’t work on El Phantino. I’m afraid if that was your only means of coming here then it was in vein.
Zombie: I stole the air plane of a billionaire play boy philanthropist and then snorted all of his coke. It wasn’t a complete waste.
Smeadly: Be careful what you do, Zombie. It’s been twenty years.
Zombie shurgs.
Zombie: hav’ta die sometime - again.
Smeadly: You do not wish to go through it again?
Zombie: I’ll consider it. So if you can’t kill El Phantino for me, then how do I kill him?
Smeadly: Like Calypso herself, you must bind him in human form.
Zombie: If I need to hold some bullshit council with Barnabus Smythe and a handful of subway tokens, I’m going to break my foot off in some bodies ass.
Smeadly: No, No. you just need to trick him into attempting suicide. If you trick him into a cowards death then he will be stripped of all divinities.
Zombie: Do you know where he is then?
Smeadly: Zombie, I’m a shaman, not a damn GPS. Try google. - Ah, the children are learning well.
Some of the local children swarm into the hut and start to rummage through Joseph’s suit jacket and pants pockets, looking for valuables. They take his watch, his ring, his shoes and wallet but leave behind a folded piece of paper that came from Joseph suit packet pocket.
Smeadly: Or that. Seems you’ve been played a Boujin yourself.
Zombie picks up the piece of paper and reads it.
{ C.W Griswald Canyon, 11 AM, July 11th, come alone. }
Smeadly: What are you gonna do?
Zombie: I’m gonna go get what’s mine.
Smeadly: You might not come back alive.
Zombie: I don’t plan to.
Smeadly: then take this.
Smeadly takes a small pouch from the table between he and Zombie and tosses it to him.
Smeadly: For when you are in trouble. Just remember to watch out for your doppelganger.
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Scene Three - Thelma and Louise
( C.W Griswold Canyon, present time )
OJ: So whats it gonna be? You know you can’t kill The Juice!
Zombie: Look at me OJ, does it look like I fucking care? Weather you die or not, weather I get my money or not, your ass is going to be a six foot fucking crater in that canyon floor. Honey Badger don’t give a shit. This I got goin on right now with that Monarch of the mat, fuck it, it’s bullshit. Everyone's running for something. Well they can take it and shove it up their ass. I don’t deserve it but I’m going to take it. Just like you, you don’t deserve it but I’m going to take it.
OJ: O’, so you intend to monologue me into Suicide?
Zombie: Do I look like Gravedigger?
OJ: Who is that?
Zombie: Dated reference -- --
Suddenly Zombie charges and spears OJ as they both plummet to their death towards the canyon floor below.
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WHAM!
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As I lay dying, lungs filling up with blood I keep repeating to myself “ fuck the world” From roses to lions, fuck them all. From the insignificant, from the Purses to the gooks, fuck you too. I’ve lived my life on the fringe of society with a distain for their rules and regulations. What lead me to this point wasn’t greed or fame. The lottery ticket or XIII aren’t the means to an end or the cause of chaos, just the bi product of my life, or lack there of. I’ve gotten where I am in life by telling everyone off an right now, even as I lie dying a mortals death an I’m staring the cosmic unknown right in the eye, I hold my middle fucker out with pride.
Fuck the unknown. To the life and death of who ya’ll thought me to be and everything that ya’ll stand for. Jump through your hops but never are you free even when you face your deaths, you’ll never be free, a slave to your gods and to your might but until you’ve walked a mile in my Doc Martins and fucked as many fat chicks as I have. You know nothing of this world or how to fully exploit it.
Corey Black knows that, he’s exploited you all. Me? All I did was lay the facts in front of his face. So as I lay here dying, succumbing to blackness I can take solace in the fact that unlike the rest of you, I’m the only living man still in this match. Even then, Zombie still rules over all dead. This, this is only temporary. Like the prize you fight for- the prize I’m going to steal for I’m the only one smart enough to actually do it.
I don’t need this like Purse or Gravedigger. I don’t want it like KP or Reb. I’m not in it for the chaos or the spot like Oblivion or Kane.
I’m in it cuz Honey Badger don’t care. I’m in it to rip the world a new Axe Wound and piss all ova your faces.
I might be dying but after Friday I’m going to be the only one whose immortal.
Deuces
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Bitches.